Disclaimer: Don't own the Teen Titans or The 'Wild West' so don't sue me, okay?
This was not your average 'WW' scene. There was no tumbleweed rolling, and no gunfight on Main Street. Instead, a girl with violet eyes & hair, one of those classic cowboy hats, boots, a plaid shirt (blue and red, by the way), and bellbottom pants stood in front of the appearing-to-be ghost town.
Buildings of seemingly 3 sorts lined the street. General stores, bars, and prison stakeouts. Maybe there were a few homes…? Ah, did it matter? No, no, no… This place was literally dead. So, why was she called here? There was no crime roaming the streets, there were no animals running amuck. So, why?
Enough questions. Enough. Silence was made to be disturbed, as were 'the first kiss' clichés. You know, the boy would lean in and… Pow! Someone was cracking a joke, or laughing. Let's get back to the point, shall we? So, anyways, a gho— "Hey you! You, purple girl, um, Raven?" It was a firm voice, the voice of a leader. The voice of someone who you seem to know, but don't. It was the voice of Robin.
She stood there, startled. 3 Other figures emerged beside him. It was almost laughable, the style of them all, but what else could they dress in? They were spies. "What do you want — how do you know my name?" Her voice was a deep monotone, the shadow of the elegant rose. "We knew each other before… Before… Before this happened. Before Slade sent us back, before the prophecy…" Slade. The name struck a part of the girl painfully in a place she hoped never to feel again. Her heart and her brain, merged. Slade.
Author's Note: Fun, fun, fun? Pretty awesome. NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE UP & BETTER THAN THIS. Chapter 3 will go up only with reviews. Flames – R- Fine.
- Skye.