Chapter 1
It was a cold, blustery day. There was rain on the air, he could smell it. Yet he sat there, at the top of Titan's Tower, replaying what he could remember of last week's events in his mind. He couldn't't remember everything, it came back in flashes. Two horrible flashes. He had awakened in a room, strapped to a table, with a needle in his arm. He didn't know where he was, or why he was there. He lay there, watching helplessly as the needle injected a clear liquid into his arm. He struggled, trying to free himself from his bonds, or to at least dislodge the needle from his arm, but his struggling was futile. He could barely move his head, much less the rest of his body. He heard a deep rumbling laugh in the corner as he continued to struggle, holding on to some insane hope that he could get free.
A voice, filled with some type of sick amusement said, "Come now, my son. You can not escape, so why even try?"
Slade walked into view. He walked up to Robin, extended his arm and began stroking his hair. Robin recoiled at the touch, disgusted by this monsters hand touching him. Slade's face filled with anger, as he raised a hand up to strike Robin- and then he could remember no more. The next thing he remembered was a girl, struggling beneath him, as he held her down with one hand, a knife at her throat. He remembered feeling extreme hate and anger, and it was all directed at this girl. Inside, one part of him was yelling, screaming, filled with rage.
Another part of his brain was screaming 'Don't do it! Don't give in. It's all a lie!'
But the rage was overpowering him. He was hot from it, flushing from it, gasping for breath from it.
"Do it my son.' A voice yelled in the background, filling his brain.
'Do it. Kill her before she kills you, just like she killed your family!"
He gave out an angry yell, and raised the knife for a quick slash. The girl trembled visibly, and yet her eyes held no fear. Instead, her eyes held great sadness, like she had already accepted her fate. Although she wasn't going to die before she had had her say. She brought her head up, as much as he would allow, until the knife was pressed tight against her throat.
She whispered into his ear, "Do it Robin. Spare me the pain this life has brought me. End it for me. End it all. But let me speak these dying wishes, if only for me to whisper, if only to comfort me in my death. I wish you knew the truth. I wish you could see the insanity of it all, but I know you can't. Just like I couldn't. A fool's wishes, I know. But Death comes for this Fool and I welcome Him with open arms."
He was momentarily shocked by what the girl had said, and lowered the knife slightly. What did she mean? What truth did she-
"Do it!' His thoughts were cut off, 'Kill her and get revenge for your family!" The voice in the background screamed.
The rage filled him once more, blinding him, as he raised the knife. Suddenly there was a loud screaming, a screaming that saturated the very air around him, and Robin jerked from the memory, realizing it was him that was screaming.
There was a loud crash as the door behind him opened up, and Starfire, startled by his screaming, ran out of it.
"Robin, why do you scream? Are you having the dreams of nightmare?" She asked concerned.
He turned towards her, but he didn't answer her. He couldn't. The team didn't know about it. Any of it. When he had returned, and found out that he had been gone for a week, he had made up a dumb excuse about training in the mountains. As far as he knew, it was true. He hoped it was true. He couldn't remember anything of last week, except for those two flashes. Those horrible, horrible flashes. He wasn't even sure if they had really happened. He hoped they hadn't. He shivered as he remembered the look of sadness and certain death in the girl's eyes, as he held the knife to her throat.
Starfire noticed. "Robin, are you coming down with a cold?" she asked concerned. She put her hand up to his forehead, checking to see if he had a temperature. He ducked away from her touch. He was extremely moody, and didn't like it when people touched him these days. He could see the hurt in her eyes, but he didn't care. A week ago he would have apologized for being so cold towards her, but now, he simply didn't care.
"Starfire, I would like it if you would leave me alone. I need to think."
She left, but at the door, turned and gave him a pleading look. He knew that all he would have to do was invite her to come back, to talk, to explain what was wrong and all would be forgiven. He could forget about yesterday, about last week, about those 'memories' and be happy. Instead he turned away. He heard the iron door slam shut, Starfire sadly excepting his excuse that he needed to think. He didn't really need to though. He had been thinking about it the whole day, up on top of the tower. And he had come to a decision. He knew what he was going to do. He was going to leave. Forever. And he was leaving tonight.
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