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A/N: Hello, ladies and gentlemen!
If you're one of my loyal readers, you'll understand that I haven't updated this in AGES. I got bored and decided to re-polish this story—a lot—and edit all the chapters. Yay, I got the first one done! It's so much better than the original -gasps-
As usual, I'd always appreciate reviews. I'm not going to delete the chapters past this, but keep them as they are for now. I have no idea if I'll get around to doing them. It's a miracle I even did this one!
Have fun reading!
She was smart, but not too smart. She was beautiful, but not extremely beautiful. She had secrets, but not too many of them. She had friends, but not a lot. She had headaches, and goodness were they enough.
Lizzie, fourteen, adopted red headed smiling teenager who enjoyed her large school—except its assignments, of course—lived a cozy life, at least to the eye. Some liked to call her a social butterfly, but that was only when she had chocolate. All the same, they thought they knew all about her, but they didn't. No, they really didn't know a thing at all.
In the deep depths of her emotional heart, she had a secret. A secret that could destroy her life, shatter it like glass. That one secret was one thing they didn't know- she had the power to control lava. Not many wondered, or at least asked, why she always wore those thick, leather gloves. But they would if she had even once forgot to wear them; she would burn everything she dared touch.
In that, she was miserable, at least when in the normal comforts of home.
At the age of six, she was able to control these powers, but she kept it a secret, in fear for her life. She hated keeping this secret from her friends. She never even told her adoption parents. Understanding that aspect of her was something she knew that they could not.
Lizzie also saved the world from crime, but she never used her real identity while doing this. The world nicknamed her "Lava Girl". In fact, she created her own, maroon and black based outfit. It took some trouble finding the right material, but she still found it. She thanked her adoptive grandmother for those tedious sewing instructions.
With all of the hysteria of keeping it a secret from her loved ones, her only true comfort and escape was plopping down in front of the television every Saturday afternoon and watching "Teen Titans" a cartoon about five teenagers who had founded a group to fight crime and use their super-powers for good. It almost felt good to be watching something so... familiar, being a teenager, and having superpowers was so hard but even though these were only animated characters and not of reality, she felt as if they really understood. Of the Teen Titans, Lizzie explained the characters as this:
There was Robin, having unbridled speed and agility, he also has a utility belt, and a retractable bo-staff. Second was Starfire, a girl from Tamaran who was able to wield powerful energy blasts and fly). Third was Cyborg, a human/robot hybrid that has powerful sonic cannon and super strength. Fourth, Raven, who was a mystical, gothic team member sporting powerful mental abilities that allows her to control inanimate objects, and last, but certainty not least, Beastboy, who had the ability to morph into any animal that he chooses, even extinct ones).
Sometimes, to herself, Lizzie wished and imagined the Titans were alive and real. They were so much like her, and certainly, they'd understand everything she went through...
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"Titans, go!" he yelled, pushing forth towards the main exit. His excitement was usually nothing new, but he could feel the pounding of his heart and the rage in his head. Yes, Slade. That monster was up to something, as usual. They could get so close this time!
Robin, clad in his usual brightly dyed costume, jumped onto his motorcycle, quickly checking his weapon stock, which lay in his utility belt. Racing as quickly as he, Robin's team members were instantly on the run, even before his spirited command.
Reportedly, Slade's newest hideout was a discreetly hidden, abandoned house. Thanks for this information to a little double-agent birdy named Red X.
Six miles away it may have been, but the Teen Titans were notorious for being on time—well, usually. But this time, there wasn't a single minute to lose.
Cautiously they entered the wooden, deteriorating building. Whispering, "Dude, I don't know about you, but this place is creepy," Beastboy confirmed the curls in their spines.
But the house wasn't the creepiest thing around. "There you are..." That deep, low and slow voice emitted like a nightmare, uncertainly coming from the background.
"Come out, Slade! You've caused enough trouble already!" Robin growled, hearing his voice echo off the... metal walls?
"I've been waiting for you," eerily the voice continued.
Finally, a figure paced out from the darkness.
It was Slade. However, he was not running, ready to fight. That is what made Robin nervous. That monster was holding something. A gem? Diamond, ruby? No, it was a terribly bright green. What was it?
Slade, a small smile curling on his evil face, lifted it higher in the air. As it glowed even brighter, the Teen Titans squinted in fear of losing their eyesight. Before anything could be done, they vanished into the very air they breathed.
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Birds. Trees rustling in the wind. Dewed grass...
"Where are we?" the confused Starfire inquired to herself, shooting up from the grassy ground and pivoting her head all around to realize she wasn't in Jump City anymore. This is different from any other planet I've been to, she thought as she observed her strange surroundings.
She had been unconscious. Her friends were around her, asleep as well on the side of the road. Beginning to register this fact, she noticed a small comic shop—were apparently notorious for their merchandise, noting from the small awards posted everywhere on the windows.
She studied the mirroring window. Closer, closer, and... "Ahhhh!"
Her yelp of fear abruptly woke the others.
"I-We l-look diff-different!" Stumbling to form the words on her tongue, Starfire began plucking at her fleshy face and probing her eyeballs.
They were actually... real people?
"Dude, what happened to us? I'm not me! What happened here?" Beastboy, while retaining his green skin and abilities, gazed at himself and tried to rub the awful image away. Then he started to hyperventilate. No surprise in that.
Cyborg was nearly frightened as his friend was, but without the rash actions. He simply stared into the window... and fainted.
Robin and Raven kept their levels of fright down, unlike the others.
Robin? He was trying to think.
Raven? Well... she never freaked out.
"Slade." Robin muttered, eyes glazed over as he fumbled with his T-Com. "That... gem, or whatever it was, must've transported us here. Don't know where 'here' is, though."
Placing his finger to his lip, Beastboy inquired, "Like that time with the flying baboons--"
"I guess so." Cyborg answered, finally standing up and rubbing his metal head.
Excited to learn what he could from this... place, Beastboy turned on his heel and faced a newspaper stand. "Dude... looks like we aren't the only super heroes around here."
The giant stack of newspapers all reported the exact same thing, had the exact same giant picture on the front page, and had the same enthusiasm as the others if not more. Lava Girl. That's what the hysteria was about. Each Titan picked a paper up to read for himself.
"Age: Fourteen. Ability: able to shoot magma from her hands," Beastboy read off a sentence.
"'Wears a maroon colored cape, shoes, and mask. She's especially touchy about her gloves'..." Robin continued, eager to know more about this mystery heroine. "Says here she pops out of nowhere and has recently 'destroyed the town of the percentage of criminals.'"
However, the picture vied over the words. Her straight, medium hair curled about her pale face as she whipped into action. Flung behind her shoulders, her maroon cape exposed the clinging pair of black flares and top. Flaming up to her knees was a pattern of fire. Her abilities, however, spoke louder than her costume: Lava Girl's body was engulfed in a protection of lava, which looked like a force field. In addition, strangely enough, her eyes beamed—in opposite colors. Red irises, black where usually white and white where usually black. Yeah, she was one super hero.
A super hero who did not want to be known.
Okay, there's supposed to be more to this chapter, but I'm leaving it for the next chapter... if I ever get around to it. Please review! –Ancient Egyptian Dreams