Author's Note: Since reading the novel "Lovely Bones", I've had this idea swimming in my head. It's a murder story, narrated by the girl who was murdered. Cool? I know.
Disclaimer: Own neither Teen Titans nor Lovely Bones, unfortunately.
Broken Glass
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"And, God help me
I never stood a chance"
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My dead eyes stared back at me.
It was strange. In my life, I'd spent hours looking at myself, glancing at my features, critiquing every likeness to the point where I had to pretend I was invisible to make it through the day.
And now, it was all I could see. My desolate, empty eyes staring at nothing, a single drop of blood running down my chalky, pale cheek.
My hair fell in purple cascades around my head like a halo of sorts, and my body lay mangled against the cobblestone sidewalk. All that lay ahead, they had told me, was to wait, and observe.
They came soon enough, passerby who were perhaps a tad to curious. A child--seven, eight maybe--peddled over on her tricycle, poked and prodded at my limp form until the blood smeared her coat, and she screamed.
Men and women ran into the alley, another girl of sixteen trotting over and lifting the younger child from my body, screaming for help, for nine-one-one, for an ambulance.
And, so one came.
I heard the comfortably familiar hovering of the T-Car, parking with a gust of smoke. Robin was the first from the passenger's side, and Cyborg clambered with Beast Boy, laughing and giggling like children. Starfire's lip twitched into a smile of amusement. they really had no idea.
Beast Boy saw first, saw my dead eyes and my dead face and my dead limbs, and froze so suddenly I feared he had died himself. His green skin went pale, like a soggy peice of construction paper. Robin ran closer, as though denying the fact that my blood had frozen in my veins. He made a sound similar to a dog being strangled, falling to his knees beside me. My breath--my breath, that had carried out to my spirit but had not considered remaining with the bit of me that actually needed it--froze in my throat.
"Raven?" Starfire said it like a question, though her expression gave way to the answers. She held her hand to her gaping mouth, and looked away.
Cyborg did not say anything, did not make a sound. He watched with resignation, his bulking shoulders slumping with a sorrowful sigh.
It killed me, it did. Watching this, Starfire sobbing and Robin lashing out on the brick walls of the towering over us. I moved closer, and lifted my transparent skin to his shoulder, only to find it fell right through.
...watch and observe, She had said, you will be unable to interfere.
Frigid bitch.
The police officers came, more prepared to handle my body. Hours passes as they taped it and chalked it and prodded it, as though I were some sort of specimen. Finally, they covered my ghastly face with a tarp, throwing me on a stretcher and sliding me into the back of the ambulance.
They remained, my team, watching the stains of blood sink into the pavement. One statement, one phrase, uttered in silence, disappearing into the dark alleyway, was the catalyst that triggered a string of events that would prove more damaging then prosperous. I digress.
"We'll get him," Robin whispered, as I stood right beside him. He looked up at our team, his eyes fierce. "Whoever did this. We'll get him."
To Be Continued...
A/N Continue? No? I have too many stories going on at one time, but I really wanna finish this.