Left Behind: TT Style
Author's Note: This was originally BehindmyBlueeyes' story. It has since been handed to me for my writing pleasure. Therefore, the basic content will be the same, but I have lengthened the chapters and my style is different as well. Please R & R! Also, my MSN is always open to people who want to talk to me in a NICE way.
But first: DISCLAIMER! I don't own the Teen Titans or the Left Behind series. Now, on with the story!
Chapter 5
A Surprising Departure
Mia hung up the phone, yelling for her father. "Dad! News flash!"
He ran into the room, saying, "Phone call from Victor? What did he say? Did he find out anything?"
Mia replied, "Yes Dad, if you'll let me talk, I can tell you what Jake said." She continued after Dick had become quiet. "They got into a conference where they were introduced to the new world leader, Nicolae Carpathia. He's made some basic promises, including doing something to help the parentless kids."
"That's it? That could have been found out by reading the paper or watching the news." Dick stated, while running a hand through his short, cropped black hair. "When are they coming home? Did he say?"
Mia thought a second before replying, "No, he didn't, but he said he'd call back later after they found out more information." She plopped down into a leather armchair in the living room, flicking on the television. It was already on the news, the announcer saying, "All airports in the U.N. are still running, but with increased security, only privately owned planes will be able to take off for the first hour. The commercial flights will begin as soon as everyone is on board and has passed a checkpoint."
She flicked off the TV, deciding to go to her room and read her Bible for a bit. "Later Dad. If you need me, I'll be in my room reading." Just as she mounted the stairs, the phone rang. Dick picked up, saying, "Hello? Grayson residence."
"Uncle Dick? We're driving to the airport now. We'll be taking off to come back home within the…" He cut off, cursing under his breath. "We're gonna be delayed a bit. Roadblock up ahead. Call back when we're in town." The phone clicked, and then sounded a dial tone.
Back in the U.N.
"Now of all the things to run into!" Victor exclaimed. "Why is this road closed off?" A man in a black suit and sunglasses walked over, knocking on the window. Victor rolled it down, asking, "Can I help ya?"
"Are you Victor Stone and Jake Logan?" the man asked curtly, showing his bodyguard ID tag.
"Yes, I'm Victor, this is Jake." The black man said, indicating Jake when his name was said.
The bodyguard nodded. "You're going to have to come with us. President Carpathia wants to talk to you. Please turn your car around and follow me." He left, climbing into a black Mercedes Benz and waited for Victor to turn his rental car around, then drove off down the road.
"Wonder why President Carpathia wants to talk with us. We didn't do anything wrong, did we Uncle Victor?" Jake asked as they neared the building, parking beside the Mercedes.
"Not as far as I know. We'll find out soon, I guess." He got out and followed the suited man, Jake following behind him. The group reached the building, doors opening to reveal none other than Nicolae Carpathia himself.
"Greetings Victor. I've heard you were here. How nice to meet an old Teen Titan. I trust you found the press conference informative?" Nicolae began, smiling and showing his straight, white teeth.
"Yes sir, we did. Romania has made a good decision by electing you." Victor said, bowing slightly at the other man.
"Please, call me Nicolae. I hate formal titles."
Victor looked a bit puzzled. "Oookay. Nicolae. If I may be so bold as to ask, did we do something wrong? We're trying to get home to our friends and family." He looked over his shoulder at Jake, who was fidgeting nervously.
"Yes, yes. You are returning to a pull out couch bed and two friends, one named Dick Grayson, known in his youth as Robin, leader of the Teen Titans. Also, a Rachel Roth, known as Raven when she was with the group as well." Nicolae looked at Jake, who squinted back at him. "This is her son, Jake. Send your mother my regards. She was a powerful sorceress in her day. Now, she's turned over to the light side."
Jake thought, 'Either this guy's a mind reader or he's the Antichrist. No one knows that except Uncle Victor and me.'
Victor turned to leave, grabbing Jake as he went. "We're going now. Nice to meet you, Nicolae." He began walking off, but the bodyguards moved to intercept them.
"Oh, you're not leaving just yet. I must show you your rooms. Surely you want to rest before heading out on a long flight." He gestured behind him to the double oak doors, leading to two bedrooms.
"We'll pass. We're leaving. Thanks anyways, Nicolae." Victor began pushing through the guards, pulling Jake with him. The two got into their car and sped away before either of the guards could catch them again.
"Well, that was weird," he said, pushing the accelerator to the floor, zooming past the now parted black cars on the road to the airport. "I didn't tell him any of that stuff. I'm thinking he's too well informed, if you get my drift." He swerved the car into a parking spot and jumped out, grabbing his bag out of the trunk.
"Mr. Stone, ready to leave already? Your plane is just finished getting fueled, so you can go and take off as soon as you're ready." An airport guard said, nodding as they raced past.
"Thanks. Good timing." The small Cessna was sitting on the tarmac, engine already running. They climbed in and radioed the tower. "Airport Control, this is Cessna 321-AC. We're taking off and heading home. Over."
"Copy 321-AC. Take off when ready. Control out."
"Don't gotta tell me twice," Victor muttered, pushing the throttle forward and the plane taxied down the runway, slowly banking into the air and heading away from the airport.
A few hours later, they set down at the local airstrip, parking the plane in the hangar and hopped into their parked Chrysler 300 and drove off towards the Grayson home. An hour later, they drove into the garage and Jake called out, "We're back! Dinner on the table yet? I'm starved!"
Mia ran out to greet him, hugging him like her lost brother. "Why didn't you call when you set down?"
Victor answered for him. "We got caught by Carpathia. I'm getting a bad feeling about that guy. Let's talk about this over dinner with everyone else."
The group entered into the kitchen where a huge pot of chicken stew was sitting on the table; steam wafting towards the garage, carrying scents of barley and other herbs with it.
Victor inhaled through his nose, "WOI! Smells good, guys. Let me at it!" He sat down at the table, dishing himself a bowl and was about to put a spoonful in his mouth when Dick called, "Hey, wait for us! We're going to bless this meal as a group." He grabbed a few glasses out of the cupboard and setting them on the table.
"Who wants what to drink?" he asked by the fridge.
"Milk for me, thanks." Victor called.
"Mango Punch, please," came from Mia.
Rachel replied, "Herbal tea, if you have any."
Jake replied, "Water for me."
Dick set about getting the drinks, putting on a pot of water for Rachel's tea and pouring out the others. He sat down at the table, ready to pray. When everyone had bowed his or her head, he began. "Dear Lord, we thank you for the food that You've given us, we pray You'll bless the food's nourishment to our bodies. In Jesus' name,"
The whole group said, "Amen." They all began to eat, as Victor and Jake retold their adventure in the U.N.
"You're saying he knew you were staying here with us and you didn't tell him?" Robin asked, putting the dishes into the dishwasher, dumping some Jet-Dry solution in and closed the door.
"That's exactly it! He knew your names, former positions on the Titans, everything! He creeped me out. We left ASAP and came straight home." He looked at Jake, who was staring at his sneakers. "I think we may have found the Antichrist my friends and he's out to stop all Christians."
Well, that's the end of chapter five. Hope you enjoyed it. Reviews would be nice! (Hint hint, nudge nudge) My MSN is always open. Feel free to add me at put something Fanfiction related in your name, so I know not to block you.
Love, peace and chicken grease! (Some saying I found on Christian Guitar Resources)
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