Trapped in a Dream. By Dannyspudge Updated 8/8.2005
This Fiction is dedicated to the legend that was, is and forever shall be Hunter S. Thompson. 1937-2005. Show God what he's doing wrong.
A story of the Teen Titans, with God, angels, the devil and a few nutters thrown in for good measure.
To set things straight before you all get confused, Raven has nearly total control of her emotions thus CAN feel things like fear, love, hate and joy.
The titans are all 18 except Cyborg who is 20. Riley and Ozzy are both 28 Disclaimer: I Dannyspudge own nothing in this story with the exception of the following characters: Riley, Ozzy and the name of Patrick Hannagan.
If I owned the Teen Titans, then I wouldn't be working in a shitty pizza restaurant, serving piss heads after the pubs close. I would be in Tijuana Mexico, all messed up on pot, speed and acid, bedding my girlfriend and having glorious stoner sex.
Constructive criticism is more than welcome, but trash the story for no real reason and you will end up in the story, being killed, horrifically. Enjoy.
"There are those to whom reality is but a distant dream, and dreams are reality. They wander the thin realm between dimensions called the Line. However once in a while one of them will stray from the path set before them, and into a reality that they don't belong to."
The Prophet Abaddon, Chapter one, The Book of the Lost.
"There are those who argue that reality is just a concept, that each and every human being on the planet makes their own reality, their own past present and future. Most people don't buy into that, they like the idea that there is someone or at least some thing tending the light at the end of the tunnel.
I don't. The reason why is that I am one of the Lost. This takes some explaining so do bear with me. About 20 years ago, I was a human being like you, like your friends and family. However, I wasn't very careful about how I crossed the road and didn't see the heavy goods lorry until it was far, far too late. It splattered me like a watermelon dropped from an airborne 747. They didn't really need a casket to bury me, a sandwich bag would have been more fitting and a lot more space saving. Nevertheless, I digress, when I died I found myself in a beige coloured room occupied by three things, myself, the table I was on and a small balding monk called Brother Spalding. He explained to me several things, firstly that I was dead, secondly that everything that I was ever taught about the afterlife when I was alive was shite and thirdly that I would have to walk the line between dimensions until they all came to their appointed end, which incidentally was the end of time.
Then as he was leaving he gave me a warning that I only now understand, he said to me "you are going to be here for a long time boyo, and it will be very, very lonely. At times you might feel the mind of another person calling out to your own, but never ever follow it, or else you will be lost in that dimension till it ends".
I followed that advice for who knows how long. During the time I spent walking the lines, I often grew bored, thus I started to watch humanity, like some hidden spy. It was fascinating, like putting a slide of pond water under a microscope and suddenly seeing the life that went on but that you could never see. Suddenly all those ideas that were so normal and straightforward when you were alive, were absurd, stupid and sometimes very brutal. Others however were absorbing like theatre, films, comics and TV. Looking at these from a detached viewpoint I came to a realisation, every form of entertainment was its own little world, created and run by humans for other humans. They contained every thing that you would have thought people would want to escape from, fear, hatred, violence, cruelty; instead, it drew people in like a snare.
The comics were especially intriguing. The Words have a great power. Whilst some words can build person up to untold levels, other can rend a mans soul asunder and leave someone broken and scarred. The power of the written word can create something new, something so absorbing that it can seem real. Sometimes I felt that they were so real that they might have their own dimensions. I was right. One day I was sitting on one of the lines debating on the nature of existence when I felt a mind call out to me, forgetting the advice I was given by Brother Spalding, I sought it out and found the dimension that the call came from. But by some chance of fate or quirk of destiny, I tripped and fell from the line and into this dimension. And that's what happened, honest".
Beast Boy and Raven looked at one another then back at the dirty and slovenly clad man that they had caught trying to make a campfire in the lee of the Tower.
Raven was the first to speak "What have you taken and who did you get it off?"
"Look I am telling you the truth; check with the Irish government, my name when I was alive was Patrick, Patrick Hannagan. I was crushed by a heavy good vehicle on the 24 of June 2010".
Beast Boy looked sceptically at the hunched figure "Riiight. Strange thing about that is, its only 2005, so according to you, it's going to be another 5 years before you die. Look buddy it's not bad at the nut house, you get fed, clothed, housed and all the pretty coloured pills that you can swallow, what do you think of that huh?" He said in a soothing voice.
The dirty and hunched figure looked deep in thought for a few moments, then drew himself up to his full height and looking Beast Boy directly in the eye replied
"Piss off you patronising little leprechaun rat bastard, better than you have tried to section me, and they all failed, have you got nothing better to do than harass people who just want a decent fire and a nice bit of roasted squirrel? Go on piss off!"
Beast Boy's jaw dropped, if it wasn't for the flesh and sinew that held it to his head then it would have hit the ground and his face flushed bright red. Behind him, Raven was desperately trying not to crack up with laughter. Once she had regained her composure somewhat she turned back round to face the vagrant and Beast Boy who, having gotten over his shock was now apocalyptic with rage. She calmed him down and told him to go back inside. When he had left, she turned from the vagrant and started to speak to him "I take it that you know who we are, because when you were taking to Beast Boy you took a few second to reply, as if you were weighing up your options. Am I right?"
She turned round and the vagrant was gone. He had been replaced by a tall, proud figure in an immaculate white suit.
"Well done Raven, I knew that you were the smart one out of you and Beast Boy. But just because you happen to be more intelligent doesn't mean that he doesn't have hidden depths." The figure looked at her stunned expression. "Like the suit? I don't usually wear it but sometimes it pays to make an impression."
"Ok, who or what the fuck are you!" she demanded powering up and preparing for trouble.
"Can't you tell? Dear oh dear, and here I was thinking that you possessed telepathy. Ok I'll give you a clue to my name, it's got three letters and it begins with the letter G."
Raven thought about it and started to giggle, "Good one, but you can't be… can you. NO you are not… are you? But you, you don't exist… do you?"
"You damm right bitch! Heheh nah I'm just messing. Except for the fact that I am God, the Alpha and Omega, creator and destroyer, the one, the only. What's more is that I am giving you and your friends a task, right now all the other members of your team are being given a talking to by my angels, except Beast Boy. I personally assigned the Metatron, my chief messenger to talk to him.
Raven balked somewhat at the prospect of Beast Boy talking to a heavenly being. "Why?" she asked, "I can ask why can't I?"
"That's why I gave sentient beings free will, because I want them to ask why. The reason is that… your green friend has some very personal issues with religion in general and me in particular. It's to do with his past, however I cannot tell you about it. If you really want to know then you have to ask him and if he really, really trusts you then he may tell you, but I can't promise anything" replied God.
God paused for a moment to let the enormity sink into the dark titans mind, and then continued, "As you know the criminal that you call Slade was killed some time ago, by a party unknown to you."
"But not to you I take it." Retorted Raven
"Of course, what kind of Supreme Being would I be if I didn't." replied God calmly "but I can't tell you because it would only make things messy, which I could do without. Anyway it matters not who killed him, because he isn't going to be dead for much longer, Slade made a pact with the devil, Slade gets to come back to the land of the living and in return he helps Lucifer attain dominance over earth. But the catch is that he only gets one chance, if he fails then its back to the eternal flames and a probably very pissed off devil, who will then roast him like a like a piggy on a barbeque. Dead simple."
Raven pondered this for a moment then asked, "What would happen if we fail?"
God looked thoughtful for a while then replied, "Well there are quite few things that will happen if you fail; an eternity of flames and horrific torment for humanity is only one of them. Anyway do you accept?"
Raven sighed resignedly "what choice do I have. I accept."
God beamed at her "Good, good. Don't worry you wont be alone, in a few days two prophets will be arriving here to assist you in this endeavour, however they may have habits that you and the members of your team disagree with, and they are both a tiny bit strange in the head, but they will be helpful nevertheless. Thank you Raven, times ahead may be rocky for you both emotionally and physically but remember this, you can rely on Beast Boy for anything, but just remember, he hasn't flushed all the skeletons out of the closet, adieu."
And with a grandiose and blinding flash of light, God vanished. Raven stood stunned for a short while and contemplated the last few words that the Almighty had spoken unto her " what did he mean by rely on Beast Boy?" she pondered aloud.
Shrugging off a few somewhat troubling thoughts the sighed and entered the tower. As she got to the common room, she ran straight into Robin, which sent them both flying.
After picking both himself and Raven up off the floor, Robin looked at her with relief in his eyes "Raven, thank Christ. You gotta come quickly; Beast Boy's having a head fit. When the angels left, he was just sitting there in silence for a while, and then he just stood up and started to shout abuse at the sky. Come on he's on the roof."
When they got to the roof, she saw Beast Boy standing at the roofs edge screaming at the sun.
"How dare you, how dare you ask anything of me after all the shit you put me through, you son of a whore, know what you can do, you can take your holy quest and shove it straight up your arsehole, you pompous fuckwit" the green titan ranted.
Inwardly Raven wondered what had happened in her green friends past to make have such a burning hatred towards God. Slowly walking towards the now incandescent Beast Boy she put her hand on his shoulder and pulled him back from the ledge.
However, he was not to be put off that easily, shrugging her off Beast Boy ran back to the ledge and continued his tirade against god. Eventually it took both Robin and Cyborg to drag him from the roof in into his room, where he sat seething with a barely contained anger, whilst Robin spoke with him at length about, swearing and its place in the tower.
Once Robin had left Raven decided to pay him a visit. She knocked on his door and said "Beast Boy, its me, Raven. Can I come in?" however no answer came through the door, so she decided to let herself in. she found Beast Boy sitting with his head in his hands. As she drew nearer she heard the shape shifter muttering to himself, at first it was just low level noise, but as she drew closer and closer to Beast Boy it started to become legible, and she realised that he was just muttering the same phrase over and over to himself "its my fault, they are all dead and its my fault".
"What is?" Raven asked
At the sound of her voice, Beast Boy jumped to his feet in surprise and alarm. As she looked at him, it was painfully obvious that he had been weeping, his eyes were puffy and red rimmed, and there were still tearstains down his face. He tried to cover up his sadness with the usual happy go lucky demeanour he wore like an overcoat.
"I'm fine Raven, what are you talking about?"
"You don't look fine Beast Boy; you look so upset, what's the matter?" Raven asked with concern lacing her voice
"Nothing, I'm fine Raven I'm fine can't you see that" he practically screamed at her. "Sorry, I'm a bit tired. I might as well try to get some sleep. Can you leave please?" he asked in a lower tone of voice.
Raven, still stunned at this burst of temper from her usually happy friend, allowed herself to be led out of the room and dumped in the corridor. She wandered back into the common in a daze, the event in Beast Boy's room replaying itself in her head, as if stuck on some kind of fiendish loop. Raven entered the common room and sat down to relax and have some tea, whilst wondering what could have mentally scarred her friend in such a manner.
Author Notes
This is the second time that I've up loaded the story. Only recently divided it into chapters. Before it was a big, smelly mess. Now its sleek and new. Enjoy the story. Read and review
