Authors note: Salutations! I've got my newest fanfic up, and obviously I'm going to try my best to update on time (and since its Summer I'm guessing I'll do quite a good job!) Anyways, this is a Red X/OC/Robin story, so please don't be angered by the oddness of it because honestly it's inevitable. Please enjoy the PROLOGUE (So it IS shorter than the real chapters)

Peace in!

Mel Swirls!

Ps: A virtual cookie goes out to the person who can guess where the title comes from!

Teen titans: What is and never should be

Prologue

When you're running for your life, you don't stop to think. It's common knowledge for any person who wants to avoid the law or avoid people in general. But I was doing both of those while running for my life, and I was still stopping to look out at the wide Atlantic Ocean and I only had one thought that even passed by; Man, do I hate it here.

I kept a strong gaze at the ocean. I hated it here. I hated living with my dad and my sister, Blade. I hated having to leave my mom all the way in Fredericton. But most of all, I hated that I didn't even have enough room to breathe inside this carcass of a body.

Breathing, now that's something I haven't done in awhile.

I kept looking at the ocean. Somewhere in between my thought and my running, I started to walk towards it.

The wind made my brown hair fly back. No, not this torture again! I watched as I lost complete control of my body. I felt like someone watching from the outside. My vision began to fog up. Please, anything but this torture! I watched as my body stopped directly in front of the blue sea.

I stopped and watched with intent for a few seconds. Why hadn't my body fell into the sea yet? Normally, it took a mere 10 seconds for my body to fall in the water and let the waves engulf it. I don't think I was enjoying the process of waiting. I would have preferred being able to fall immediately so I could come back to my senses and cough up some sea water before going back to my dad's house while he and my sister, Melania lived in complete oblivion.

My light blue dress was blowing in the wind. It was drenched in blood. Some of it was mine, some of it wasn't.

Screaming. Never will I forget that voice that will always fallow me. It's her blood that's covering my dress. I only had a scratch. This blood was her's because it couldn't possibly be all mine. But what if it is?

Yelling. That's what I hear now. Yelling come from behind me. Coming from the general direction I was running from.

The foggy gaze became even thicker. Why can't I see? What was this cold object in my hand? What was my body doing? "Put the gun down, Amelia. We don't want to hurt you." I deep voice yelled. Had he spoken to me? I'm not even holding a gun, yet he spoke my voice.

My arm began to rise. It was the hand with the cold object in it. It chilled me to the bone. Please, just let me die! Please don't let me do it again! "We want to help you, Amelia. Let us help you." The same voice yelled. I wanted to scream at him to run away and hide. I can't control it. I could feel the tears filling my eyes and I could feel the bone chillingly cold gun, but besides those 2 things, I felt numb. More numb then I have ever felt before. Even more numb than usual.

"Don't you understand? I can't control it! Go away and hide!" I took control of my voice. I was trying to fight this. I needed to fight this. The fog was disappearing. Did I really beat it? Is it over? Thank god that I've beaten it! Thank god I- "Don't waste your breath. I'm still here; I'm waiting for the right moment. I swear I'll be back to finish this off. Don't even try to beat me, because I'll kill you from the inside." It called from inside my mind. I knew no one else could hear it. No one else was allowed to hear it. It was my danger and mine only.

"Please, Amelia, you can fight this! Put the gun down." Father's voice called. The fog disappeared completely from my eyes and I looked at him. I took in the scene with a rush. I was so afraid that he would take over again.

I dropped the gun. The wind blew my hair back still. The tears refilled my eyes and father ran over to me. He picked me up and brought me over to a police officer. I was so afraid. I was so horrible afraid that the numb feeling would come back.

"I don't know what we just witnessed, but she's 7, and of what we've heard, the killer has unbelievable strength and agility. A 7 year old couldn't have killed them the way they died." He said in a stern voice. My father nodded. He knew it wasn't over. "But for a 7 year old to have a gun, that's very bad parenting. I think that the girls should live with their mother while you take some parenting class." My father nodded, tears filling his eyes. The only thing I understood was that I was leaving this awful place. I was going to see Mommy.

Little did I know that going to my mother's was the worst possible thing for the numbing and the thing that would enrage him the most.

Authors note: so how's that for a prologue? ANywaYS, TELL ME if you liked it! I wrote it during many French/math/science classes! Review!

Peace in!

Mel Swirls!