Title: The Fauna of Mirrors.
Rating: T -for mild language and violence.
Type: Multiple-Chapter
Main Character(s): Elliot Knight (Kyd Wykkyd)
Summary: In a world full of misconceptions and delusions, an incident involving Madame Rouge's being attacked forces the Brotherhood of Evil to seek Elliot Knight and punish him for crimes he never committed . . . Can the Hive protect their pale demon? Or is he condemned to an eternal life deprived of freedoms?
Date/Takes Place: Less than a month after the Brotherhood begins tracking Titans. Sometime after Lightspeed.
Warnings: Lengthy and quite serious. Some characters may be a bit OOC, as I am still learning.
Disclaimer(s): I do not own the Teen Titans, and I do not own the cover photo for this story. I also took several different lines and strings from the book "Hush, Hush". This is only for use of the Prologue.
Anything Else: I will be using Kyd Wykkyd's real name for a bit of a more mature feel. I support a non-mute Kyd Wykkyd; but one that never speaks. Please keep in mind this story is only in accordance to the Television show, and not the DC comic, therefor some events or instances may be inaccurate. This story contains an Original Character as one of the main characters. I recommend that you not skip the Prologue, though I apologize as this chapter was a bit rushed.
Author's Note: What you are about to read is still in the process of being written. I chose to write about Kyd because his character is the absolute definition of "Free." His personality is vague and unclear, leaving the viewers to speculate their own opinions about him, his past, and his morals. Please tell me what you think by posting a review below whenever you have the time! Constructive Criticism is accepted. Flames are not.
This Prologue is purely dedicated to Cybertronprincess for her amazing Title suggestions and help throughout other aspects of the story. Without her, this story wouldn't have such a cool name. I will forever recommend her fantastic stories, which you must now go praise, that can be found here. → u/2391444/Cybertronprincess
Other than that, I hope you enjoy the story!~ ^^
Madame Rouge was seething on the grassy banks of the Liore River when the storm rolled in. She had been sent to collect a young male whose abilities were just peeking; a ten-old of some sorts, who the Brain saw as a valuable asset to the Brotherhood. At the realization they had been played, Rouge had cried out in rage and destroyed the worn wooden barn with one smash from an enlarged fist. A thirst for revenge stirring within her mind, she turned, tugged on her boot, and started for home.
The rain sheeted down on the darkening countryside, but even in the thickest fogs the Madame could find her way home from here without the fear of getting lost. There was no fog on that night, but the darkness and onslaught of rain were deceiving enough.
From the fringe of Rouge's vision, apparent movement made itself scarce. She decided it was simply the rain nearing a shadowed corner, but then she saw it once more; and before she could glance back a male was standing atop a monument before her, several yards away.
"You 'vill not move!" called the Rogue, her thick accent lacing into the speech. "Who goes there?" The more she peered through the rain, the easier the boy became to see. His torso was naked, his feet were bare, and peasant shorts hung low on his waist.
But the piercing red eyes tore through her with the greater luminance.
The stranger leapt down from his perch as the ends of his black hair dripped rain. It rolled down his face, which was a pale as a demon's. The boy's mouth hinted at a smile.
"Do not play the games! You are dealing the Madame Rogue!" Rogue hissed. "I asked for v'your name. Give it."
"Rogue?" The boy leaned against a twisted willow tree. "Or Brother?"
The Madame sneered, both shocked and insulted at once. She would brand the true name of the Brotherhood into his knowledge.
"I 'vill give v'you v'one last chance. Who are you?"
The boy walked closer with a lazy shake of his head. "One of the Devil's brood," he murmured.
Madame Rouge felt a very unfamiliar presence clench her stomach. So this was fear.
This feeling was quickly replaced by fiery and rage.
"You are in my v'ay!" Rogue lashed out with an outstretched arm, but the boy had vanished. She spun wildly, eyes glaring daggers towards every thickening corner before his presence suddenly made itself clear behind her.
Her mind began to reel like it was no longer in her command. The Madame fell to her knees, blinking and gasping, trying to make sense of whatever seemed to have possessed her body.
The stranger crouched so he was within eye level of Madame Rogue. "Listen closely. I need something from you, and you will not leave until I have it. Do you understand?"
Rogue shook her head to signify her disbelief — her defiance. She tried to hiss at the boy but hear throat refused to obey.
The boy clasped his hands around Rogue's face. The severity was harsh heat, and she bit back a cry in pain. She would not show weakness in front of this man, no matter it was becoming increasingly hard to breathe.
He continued; "You will perform a service for me. You will tell the" — he scoffed — "the Brain of this encounter." The boy narrowed his eyes. "Get down on one knee and swear it."
The Madame choked out a laugh, though she was already beginning to unwillingly kneel. Eyes flashing, she croaked in a hoarse voice, "I v'ill tell him." As the boy turned his back to her, all control was returned to her body, and she wavered as she stood on shaky legs. "V'ait!" Rogue shrieked clumsily, sickened at how weak she sounded. "This . . . This service I am to provide! I demand to know v'hy!"
The air resonated with the boy's low laughter.