I do not own the Teen Titans or any character in said show. I did have a dream about them though...does that count?
Invictus
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever Gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me
Unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate;
I am the captain of my soul.
William Ernest Henley
Silent's Voices
Prologue: The Awakening
A solitary figure watches a huge monitor in front of him. The figure's mask-covered eyes narrow as he reads the text filtering down the screen. A beeping from his belt interrupts his grim thoughts. Without removing his eyes from the screen he reaches down and grabs the offending device. With the press of a button a face appears on a screen next to the other.
"What?" Our masked man bites out.
"Ah, aren't you happy to see me?" Our guy's friend snickers.
"What do you want?"
"There's been a little 'glitch' in our plan and we could use your help to fix it."
"You can't do anything by yourselves can you?"
"Nope, apparently not." The man on the screen grins. With a grunt of annoyance the masked man stares at the other for a moment.
"I'm waking her up."
"What?! Why?"
"I'm sending her to keep an eye on the Teen Titans for us."
"Sheesh, I didn't know they concerned you that much." The man on the screen looks at the masked face for a moment before shrugging, "Do you think she's got enough control yet?"
The masked man narrows his eyes; the grin on the other's face fades.
"If you believe it's necessary then go right ahead, I ain't gonna stop ya. If you like I'll give the big man a heads up… but if you could get over here as soon as possible we would be sure to appreciate it."
"Fine." The masked man presses a button on a large control panel and the man's face on the screen fizzes out. He turns from the screens and heads toward a door that was hidden by a large statue of a crazy looking man. The man punches a code into the security keypad and with a whoosh the door opens. As the man stalks into the lighted room behind the door a stray ray catches the words on a small metal plate reading:
Walk Silently Lest the Monster Waken.
The door whooshes closed behind him. The walls inside the room are riddled with monitors, one shows a chain of DNA, one has a steady heart rate going across it, another one has a three dimensional body outlined on it and a molecular view of the inside of said persons veins. An electric looking chair sits in the center of the room with a device that has one single tube leading from it to a rounded tank filled with a viscous green liquid. Floating in the center of the liquid with the tube attached to a gas-like mask is a slim figure in a black body suit. Our masked man walks to the tank and stands before it, his face unreadable.
One gloved hand reaches out and swiftly punches a code into the control panel. A hissing sound fills the chamber as the green liquid changes to clear. The heart rate on the screen instantly speeds up. Bubbles start forming at the mouth of the figure as it moves for the first time in three years. The top rises off the tank as more hissing fills the air. The figure raises a hand in confusion and places it against the glass. A clanking warns the man to take a step back as the front of the tank shifts down and out opening almost like a door. When the air hits it the liquid instantly turns gelatin, sticking to the figure as it begins to struggle. Pulling one foot free it places it on the cold tiles. It's knee buckles, unable to support the weight, causing the person to go sprawling on the ground, at the same time freeing itself from the gelatin completely. The masked man watches, his face impassive.
"Get up." Gelatin drips off the figure as it struggles into a sitting position. Its strange eyes open, blinking, as it grows accustomed to the light of the room. With shaking limbs it pushes itself to its feet. Raising it's head proudly it looks the masked man in the eyes.
"I have a mission for you."
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Just a little tid bit of a much larger story.
Please tell me what you think
And much thanks goes to Lorendiac for giving me a few grammar reminders!