Hush, My Child
I
We strive to be what we are not. It's not merely that we fail to live up our best ideas. It's the fact that our best ideas, ideas about who we are, what we can accomplish, are for most…ideas that tend to be the opposite of our natural abilities. All of which makes the person who knows himself, who knows his limits, his weaknesses, and all the more dangerous…
I am far from the city, in a place no one has seen, nor heard of. The stench is unbearable. The sulfur of the rotting vegetation. The high alkaline content in the mud and water, decaying animal carcasses makes the air smell like death. I have no other place to go. This is my home. A marsh in the middle of hell. And I am dead…for now. Quietly, I finish the chore of chopping dead tree pieces, meant to be used as firewood. Lugging the armload of logs back to my remote abode, the muck waters slosh under my shoes, with me nearing the porch steps. I open the door half open, and then push it with the tips of my feet. Greeted by the soft glow of warmth and light of the silently dying fire, I toss the first two of five into the ashes. The old chair clumsily scoots shortly as I sat onto the surface, setting down the rest of wood at a recognizable source on the floor. Burying my head into my aching, sweaty palms, I wipe the brows above my eyes wearily.
It was nighttime…but I wasn't tired, better rested. I wasn't hungry, nor had a desire for water. I rose from my sitting posture, starting to look out of the sill next to me, and see the common background of the marsh. Heaving a sigh, thoughts come to mind.
This may be a horrible living…but I am used to it.
The metropolis lights twinkled merrily, reflecting in the water. It wouldn't kill to leave for the city…but I would have to stay high and away, and I knew why…
I am hermit, a freak, a loner,
A stranger…
A few moments of fresh air could definitely clear my mind.
I gather my two pistols and fifteen bullets. Sliding them into the socket, I glance to where my knife would lay at, in the middle of the table nearby. After I placed my three weapons into my trench coat, I gathered my other weapon- a 15-inch shotgun rifle, and stuffed it into my other pouch. I swung open the door, once again in the cold atmosphere of outside, and closed the door behind me. All things in the background changed, as I neared the cities corporation limits. I kept my head pointed low to the ground, and jammed my hands into my coat pockets. My silver hair dangles over my eyes, swishing to and fro. Nearing the cities roads, I can see the silent glow of the lights, but strangely, I hear an unfamiliar commotion. I raise my head, and start running…the sound grows louder. Quickly, I leaped, flying high to the sky, and only a short distance before I land on a small building.
I am close now…
I continue my leaps across the rows of buildings', leading me to downtown. Where the action is only continuing…
Jump City—downtown
All I needed was a miracle.
Dr. Light has finally defeated us. All of us. Beast Boy was in a rubbish heap, legs thrown over his back, and a mixture of dust and plaster collecting on his hair. He was in what used to be an outside wall of a restaurant, now a gaping hole. He was unconscious, along with Cyborg, who was buried in the asphalt, his arm crippled. He was located in a trashcan, spilled over. Robin and Starfire were next to each other, both lying on a roof far from where Beast Boy laid at. And I was kneeling in my own small puddle of blood, arms spread across my knees, and my head bowed down, hair soaking up the blood. All of my muscles ached uncontrollably, and my head swarmed with disarray. I could hear a valiant chuckle, and footsteps growing near. I closed my eyes, trying to collect any energy into my palms possible, but it was to no use as a bony hand hoisted me up my cape.
"Silly, silly Raven…" I kept my eyes shut. "Your plans have thwarted, and they remain futile to my light. You have no choice but to surrender…"
Damn him…
I quickly spat some blood from my mouth into his face, I could hear him growl darkly, and in return, he shoved my back into a brick wall my head banging against its rocky surface. I grimaced, and cursed under my breath, the Doctor chuckled again.
"…Then you leave me no choicebut to—"
A distant roar of a bullet all of a sudden interrupted him, sounding as it ripped into my his arm that held me. I opened my eyes, seeing blood splash everywhere across the scene, and the horrific face of Doctor Light,
"Gahhh! M-My arm…" He groaned aloud, dropping me to the ground. He only stuttered some steps backward for a few minutes before he fell to the ground, unconscious.
It is probably Robin…
I tried to rise, but with no prevail. All I could see was rugged brown boots stop in front of my face; I glanced up to see a hand with a worn glove extend to me. I couldn't see his face, only a cloth covered his mouth and a hat covered his head. He said nothing asmy hand touched his. He hoisted me up to my feet in a single motion, speaking not. Only after a few seconds standing, I instantly felt woozy, my head felt as light as a feather, and my legs wobbly.
"I...don't know what to—Thanks…" I spoke, stuttering on my words. He nodded quietly, his lips softly pursed. A blanket of darkness came over my eyes, and I could no longer feel any muscle or bone in my body, nor the pain that had been before sent through them. The last image I saw was the stranger, slowly bringing his hand to my head...
…and then darkness…
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