Metamorphosis
Hi again! I'm finding that the more I write, the more I find other things to write about. This story dogged me for about a month, and it isn't as challenging to write as Path to Hell. So I figured, okay okay, I'll write it. Is anyone free for a beta reader?
I'm needing a name for this girl...she's still kind of a mystery, even to me. Every chapter's going to have a different song theme, and the chapters will be named the songs (the whole songs are not always posted.)
Disclaimer: I own Teen Titans! Just kidding. I want to.
Chapter One: Lost In the Rain
You have lost me to the rain
Weave through the drops
That fall from the distraught sky
Oh, lost in the rain
My face was lit up by flickering flame, my flesh a burning orange. I was straddling Thunder, watching the demolish of the mill, the farmer, their hopeless dreams.
Murder.
I felt nothing.
It was the natural thing to do. A scream of pain is music to my ears. Hey, destruction and devastation is my middle name. (Or is it are my middle names?) What do you expect? It's not as if I'm one of the "good guys".
Your pain is my bliss,
Your tears are my laughter
I'm
Lost in the rain
Oh
Lost in the rain
I kicked Thunder in the sides. He snorted, tossing his unruly black mane, and galloped away across the fields. Another excellent plan carried out, another few hearts broken.
Ten days later, I took the bridle, the saddle and the bit off Thunder outside of an abandoned farm. He stared at me, uncertainly, and I gave him a swift kick.
"Go, you stupid horse!"
Thunder gave a wild whinny and whirled around, hastily running from me. I was in an awfully bad mood. This random act of kindness, as small as letting a horse free, sure worked up a storm in my stomach.
For a few days, I walked. Didn't stop to eat or sleep. Just kept going, to the next town: Louis Crossing. After scaring the wits out of a waitress at a bar, I slid into the booth and sipped at the rum I'd ordered from her.
"Riding west?" she asked me. She was scared, sure, but still sickeningly polite.
"You got a problem with that?" I growled, banging the empty bottle back onto the counter. The waitress jumped and hurried back into the kitchen, probably to rat on my atrocious manners and me. I could live with that. Heck, I could live with rats living in my underwear. I'm pretty flexible, unlike most "villains".
Instant shower, silent wind
I hold this dear in dreary days
Little by little soaked to skin
When I'm away,
I'm never
One of a million drops
I noticed a magazine splayed on a nearby table, with a gigantic "T" on the front cover that caught my eye. It turned out not to be a T, but a giant building surrounded by water. The title screamed, "TEEN TITANS SAVE THE DAY AGAIN: pg. 16".
"Huh. Teen titans, eh?" I muttered, flipping through the book.
I scanned page 16:
When there's trouble you know who to call…TEEN TITANS
My lip curled. Talk about a corny motto. These people were already sounding like total airheads.
Featured Articles
-Teen Titans return from successfully jailing Plasmus!
-Inside the Titans Tower
-Interview with Beastboy
-The Fans Rave
-Bios
-Slade: the Mystery Man
"Slade!" I clapped my hand over my mouth and whipped around, eyes wide. They were up against Slade? Either the Teen Titans were a bunch of total idiots, or Slade just wasn't as private as he used to be. Memories flashed through my brain like a whirlwind, stirring old fears and mementos: The real me, the me before.
"Useless…"
"Apprentice"
"Yes, Master"
"Now come…we have much work to do…"
"Slade," I hissed before I could stop myself. "You'll be sorry if we meet. You'll pay for what you've done to me." Then I clamped my mouth shut. I folded up the magazine and stuffed it into my back pocket, angry that I had expressed my emotions again. Slade wasn't my biggest problem right now.
It was time to pay the Teen Titans a visit. And it was NOT going to be one of those little tea parties you get in Barbie movies.
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Jump City was a busy place.
Downtown, there were rivers of people and vehicles, all jumbled together in a mess. Horns blared, people shouted, and old ladies rammed my back with their shopping bags. Men and women streamed out of buildings, dragging children and briefcases. Mothers chatted with old school friends, while fathers pushed strollers and carried babies on their backs. Lights flashed, and everyone was shoving through people and garbage.
Maybe I was a little out of place among all of the Jump citizens. My dark, glossy hair reached down to my hips like a shining waterfall, and my face was a lot paler than anyone else's. My eyes were abnormal, too…deep shades of blue that masked evil red. I was pretty tall and thin, compared to everyone else.
Staring through the window,
Wishing for a fire
Staying for a moment
To take my breath away-ay-ay…
I'm lost…
In this cold
In the rain…
A few obnoxious girls were nattering away, when they caught sight of me and just stared. One redhead whispered to the others: "Look at that creep."
I shot them one of my infamous sinister glares, which shut the redhead up.
Hmm. Her friend had glossy brown curls and a slightly pouted mouth, which would cause the least amount of suspicion. I took in every contour of her body, every curve, every line, every vein. It took me a minute to realize that she was swinging her purse at me.
"Weirdo!" She yelled at me.
Mortals are hilarious.
I walked quickly into a deserted alleyway.
Ooooh…
And then I began to change. My hair curled and lightened to brown, my skin developing a peachier glow, and my eyes flared so that they were the same brown as my new hair. I squeezed my eyes shut in intense concentration, my forehead beading with sweat. The thinness of my body was replaced with a slightly plumper, more curvaceous one. I looked exactly like the girl I had seen with the redhead.
Then I stopped and gasped. I was out of practice in morphing. It was one of the first things I had learned, before I had escaped Slade's grasps.
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A few more blocks and the crowds thinned. By the time I reached the harbour, there was not a soul around. I breathed in the fresh, salty tang of the ocean, and set my eyes on the island floating in the middle of the frothy spray.
Titans tower.
"That was WAY easier than I expected," I muttered.
I walked towards it, floating when I came to deeper water. Not one inch of me was damp. Except maybe my feet…the spray was soaking through my boots ALREADY. How could the Titans stand all this water? All this filth? I held up my head, walked up to the door, and rapped, trying to appear braver than I felt.
From inside the Tower, I heard shouts of "I'll get it!" "No you won't!" "Quiet!" "Make me!" "Who is it?" "What was that?" "I'm busy!" "You go!" "I'll go!" "You're staying right here, idiot!" "Stop the arguing, please!" "I'll go!" "I will answer the door!" "Shut up!" "You think you can actually answer a door?" "Who says I can't?" "Somebody just PLEASE answer the door!" "You do it!" "No, I will!" "Stop!" "No!" "Yeah!"
There was a zap of green light, and the voices faltered.
"I will do the answering of the door!"
I sighed. Idiots.
Yeah…
Lost
Lost
In the rain
A curious red-haired girl with glassy green eyes opened the door, and my heart gave the slightest thump of jealousy. She was a goddess. Literally. Flaming hair waved softly around a happy, innocent tan face while her eyes glowed. A purple tube top, a miniskirt and matching purple go-go boots hugged her tall, thin frame. I wondered how she could possibly bring down someone like Slade.
"Hello," she said to me. She smiled happily, as if she and I had known each other our whole lives. "Would you like our assistance?"
I'd foresightedly morphed my clothes into a hobo's before I'd come here, so now I looked extremely ratty. "Can I have a drink, please? I haven't had one in days." I coughed, pitifully. My face was stained with seawater, which could easily be mistaken as tears. "Please…" I crumpled to the floor, using my magic to help me look unconscious. I was almost in a dead faint anyways; I'd used so much energy already.
The girl's face flashed from cheerfulness to deep concern in an instant. She grabbed my arm and pulled me into the main room of the Tower. "Oh! Friends, we must help her! She is ill!" The girl gulped, looking close to tears. How touching.
A boy with dark hair flashed next to her, immediately hooking his arm under mine. "Titans!" he yelled. "The infirmary!"
There was no need. A paler girl, with a midnight blue cloak and purple hair, created a dark platform of energy under me, while another (all-green!) person tried to soothe me. An African American dude covered in metal raced in front of us as the Titans hauled me along.
Being so tired from all my magic---and lack of sleep---I slipped into blackness.
My plan was working perfectly.
It was fast-paced, but I'm writing this at 2:oo in the morning, so I apologize. The girl, if you haven't gathered yet, is evil. Yup. Snores...
*Jerks awake* Huh? What? Who?
yaWN well love ya all, thank you SOOOOO much for reviewing and fave-ing my other stories!!!!!! i really appreciate it!!!!!!!
Kori signing off