Part 1 ~ 'escaping the facility'

-separater-

A/n: This is another idea I had in my head and just had to write. The time line for this story is after the Tokyo incident, but does not follow any specific timeline.

Key:

= thinking from Shade, ^ = thinking from Sepia

Me: do the disclaimer Raven.

Raven: fine.

The author does not own Teen Titans or the x-men.

Me: thanks.

Raven: I am bored. [in very bored and emo-like fashion with blank stare]

Me: Go meditate.

Starfire: You could hang out with me friend Raven. It would be glorius!

Raven: fine.

-sepaarater-

I bolted up from the lab table I usually found myself lying on with a jolt of apprehension spreading through my body. I blinked slowly and tried moving my limbs. It was a bit hard to do, but I managed. The drugs they usually had me on were the cause of my discomfort every time I woke up.

Yeah I said "woke" up I am deliberately given low amounts of the substance that keeps me alive to make me more docile. It "supposedly" is to allow the scientists to control me, but that never worked. I have escaped these labs before, and I can do it again. No amount of their silly ideas can keep me down.

I thought back to the last time I escaped as I started pulling the various wires and tubes out of my body.

… flashback …

{I grabbed ahold of the neck of the guard in front of me and squeezed. He spluttered and tried to remove my hands.

Not gonna happen -

I smirked as I felt his body fall limp in my grasp. I dropped him like a stone to the floor and kept going. I managed to knock most of the guards out like that without a hitch. It was as I neared the outer doors that I ran into some real trouble. Not only was the door a few inches thick and made of titanium, but there was one of the mechs they created guarding it.

The mechs are what they use when they can't capture me. I sidestepped a laser blast and flipped behind the mech. I caught it off guard and poured some of my darkness into the metallic monstrosity. This gave me partial control of its body, something which I would use to my advantage. I would take pleasure in doing so as well.

I walked around the mech and waited for it to fight the "literal" chains that had taken place in its feeble programming network. Sure enough, in seconds, it was charging up a laser blast. I smirked and jumped out of the way of the blast as I took out one of my daggers. I charged the robot and made two slashes. One of them was on myself, and the other was on the robot. My blood was fatal to them, and I was gonna use that now.

The mech started to spark as my blood splattered onto its metallic body. I put the dagger away and stepped back to wait. In a few minutes it would be smoking and unable to fire its lasers anymore. As I waited I licked at the blood from the cut I'd made earlier. It tasted alright, but what I really wanted was the blood of other living creatures.

For some reason I like blood. I am not a vampire or anything, but … I am not sure why that is actually. I guess I'll have to find out some other time when I'm not trying to escape.

I slammed my entire body into the door and then had to dodge out of the way as the mech fell over. I thought it would stay down but it seemed that they had been doing some work on their robots. As the mech got up I formulated a plan. The doors were pretty hard to break through and took out a lot of energy from me, so why not use the mech's lasers to fix the problem? It would give me some extra energy that I wouldn't have to waist on breaking down the door.

The mech fired and I started to run. Just when the blast would have hit me I ducked. The machines were so loud I didn't even have to look to see what they were doing. I rolled out of the way and grinned as the door was blown to bits.

Not a laser then, a rocket. –

I went through the door and poured the speed into my limbs. As I ran I dodged the trees and other creatures I knew inhabited this area. I put some trackers on them once, ones that allowed me to find them as long as I had attempted to control them one time. With that, seeing was of no purpose. It wouldn't help me anyway, I can't see as it is. It's not the speed, I am blind.}

I pulled out the last of the wires and grabbed my scanner from underneath my bed. It was a wonder they hadn't taken it away from me. They would have taken my weapons and armor, but I figured out how to fix that. They used to take them, but I created a compacting device that I could place on the weapons and armor I "made" and then shrink the items and stored them in the back of my scanner. It was very useful, and I was the only one who knew about it.

I scanned the room and found the latest "armor" that they had developed on a table nearby. I ran a hand over my naked chest and took a deep breath.

Wonder what this one'll do? –

The armor that they usually made for me had some kind of crazy side effects. For instance, one of the earliest ones cut the level of obsidian and metal alloy in my body in half. Considering the metal alloy is alive and part of my life-source, that was very bad. It made me dizzy for days until I got used to it. I eventually destroyed it by letting a mech hit me full on. Hopefully this one was harmless.

I slipped into the armor without any trouble and quickly braced myself against the table. Just as I planted my feet a wave of dizziness hit me. I grasped the table and groped around for something. I found a bottle and dragged it toward me. I pulled out the stopper and drank what was inside it. Immediately I could feel energy flowing through my body and was able to stand on my own.

So they gave me a larger dosage of the alloy this time. They aren't very smart are they? –

I scanned the room again and found a brush on the table as well. I located some hair ties near it and set to work detangling my hair. I quickly put it into a multitude of braids, a formation which I was so used to I didn't even have to think about it anymore. Once done I took out my daggers from the back of my scanner and deactivated the compacting devices. I put the miniature daggers onto the bed and waited for them to grow back to their original size.

I picked up the three obsidian and metal alloy blades and put them away. Two went into my boots, which were part of the armor itself, and the last one went inside an inner pocket of the armor.

They never had this pocket before. I guess they are actually using those meager brains of theirs for once. –

It's not like they're stupid, but I often question their intelligence. They haven't yet created a mech I can't destroy or blow up and I still managed to escape the facility every once in a while. The drugs they put me on once I wipe out from exhaustion keep me sedated for several days, but even those wear off eventually. It's almost as if they want to test me, test what I can do and what my limits are. Am I just a sick game of theirs? Is my creation just one of their sick games that they get off on?

I broke open a glass case and took five bottles of metal alloy from one of the shelves. A quick scan of the case also told me that there were bottles of other liquefied metals there as well. I put some compacters on all of the bottles and stored them in the back of the scanner.

Looks like that's it. The scanner hasn't picked up anything else that's even remotely useful in here. –

With that done I left the room. I walked down the corridors of the facility with quiet steps. If the mechs and scientists couldn't hear me it would make escaping a lot easier. I am tired of this place, I need to escape for good. According to the little data I have found on myself, I should be turning sixteen around this time of year. I don't want to be here any longer. I am not going to be a slave to these sick fucks anymore.

I stopped in a hallway that was completely silent and scanned the area. The scanner detected a computer in a nearby room with some encrypted files on the database. I went into the room and took out one of the chips I created for the scanner. This one would allow me to use the computer easily, and contained a program that read the screen to me. I plugged in a set of headphones that were beside the computer and perused the database. I found some information on myself and inserted a blank chip into the computer in order to save it somewhere. Once the data was downloaded I took out the chips and stood up. This information might be useful but now was not the time to read it. Getting out was the main priority at the moment.

As I left the room an alarm started blaring. I gritted my teeth from the oncoming migraine and began to sprint through the halls. I located the outside door and came to a halt. A mech was in front of me and I ran straight into it. One of its metallic arms had some sharp object attached to it. I grimaced as I could feel it cut into my skin.

Then I smirked as the blood fell onto the mech. It started sparking and I left the machine there to rot. I charged the door full-on and created a large dent in it. I dropped to the ground as the mech fired a laser blast in my direction. The blast broke the door into pieces, scattering bits of metal and shrapnail everywhere.

I dodged as many pieces of the metal as I could but some of them cut me open. it was with blood dripping from the multiple slashes on my body that I escaped the facility. This place would no longer cage me; I was free …

-separater-

A/n: I was going to continue, but it was getting too long. The next chapter will technically still be the prologue. It'll just be part two.

R and r