Disclaimer; I do NOT own Teen Titans
Big Thanks to my Bata editor Stormyskies
Missbookworm77 for typing Slade's Point of View (if I did his part it will not sound like his personality)
Trikkster for helping me out and telling me I can do it
Enjoy
Chapter One: My First Encounter
I run and run and run, never, ever stopping, — knowing that if I do, it can only mean death.
Police sirens wail, cutting through the night air, and, occasionally, one of their helicopters comes up behind me, rotors churning loud enough that I have to cover my ears. Man, why won't these people leave me alone?!
All I want to do is go home.
I decide to head towards the city, knowing no one will bother to find me.
By the time I reach it, I'm cold, tired, and hungry. I can't run anymore, and so dash into the first alleyway I found. Climbing up the fire escape, I think I see an empty room through a small, rectangular opening, — probably in the shape of a door.
Flipping my body up, I land, as neatly and quietly as I can on the metal railing, and use what little energy I have to force open the metal-rimmed window near it and hop inside. Five to ten minutes in, though, all I can say about this place is that it's far too dark in here. It's too quiet, though, and so I repeat my thoughts vocally
I bump in to something, and gasp, trying, trying, trying to see what, — or who — it is.
"Hello, dear Zandlle."
I hear my name, but I don't even know who's in here with me! "Who are you and what do you want!" I shout shakily, ready to attack.
A man comes sliding out from beneath the shadows cast by the darkness itself. I stare at him without fear, and then —
He comes at me with some sort of device, and I don't know, don't know, don't know what it is, and —
A small sting pricks my arm. I try to turn around and run, run, run away, but he forcefully grabs me, and injects the rest of the clear liquid into my arm.
The last thing I hear is his voice, hissing, "Like father, like daughter, Zandlle."
Then I black out.
