Silver Claws

1st ever fanfic. Flames will be used to feed my pyromancer.

For those who didn't look close enough, this was a normal neighborhood in Jump City. The milk man made his daily rounds with the mail man and the garbage fifth graders played basketball at the net hung up in the alleyway. Teenagers gossiped by an abandoned apartment, making up stupid dares for their fellow peers to do. Every Thursday, Mrs. Jones baked chocolate chip cookies for her grandkids who visited the next day after school. On apartment building 12, eight bricks up and three to the left, there was a loose brick that held a box of baseball cards worth a fortune. On the brass door knocker of every building had a gang sign scratched into it. Look even closer, and you will see some abnormal things happening on Oak Street. The shadows flicker with an unseen life to them, fires burn brighter and hotter, and rats and pigeons are mere skeletons in unseen places.

At apartment number 312, which was thought to be abandoned, holds what the neighbors call, "ghost". Which isn't far from the truth. People claim to hear music, fighting, and an animal howling. Some other noises are the clinking of metal on metal, something scratching the walls, and even electrical equipment "ghost" are actually five teenagers. Five teenage girls, to be exact. For as long as the noises have been around, they have lived in apartment 312.

"Bi! Give that back!" One girl screeched, her gold streaked hair was moderatly messy.

"You're going to have to catch me!" Bi replied in a sing-song fashion. Bi then morphed into a small, black rat with bat-like wings extending fom its sholder baldes, in her paws was a blue plastic hair brush.

"Well, then you'd have to...FREZE!" as the blonde waved a hand, the bat-rat stopped moving in mid-flap, suspended in the air. The blonde had paused time around Bi, and snatched her hairbrush fom the flying rodent. Restarting time, she brushed her hair like nothing happened. In fact, the incident happened in less than a microsecond.

"No fair, Space. You weren't supposed to use your powers to catch me!" Bi complained. A large scar crossing over her left eye rippled as a playful look overcame her face.

"Will you two ever grow up?" a third voice questioned. A blue light in the shape of an eye glowed from the blackness of the kitchen. "I need to fix this light!"

"Awww...Ti!" Space and Bi whined, wanting to goof around some more.

"Space, you need to find a newsstand and get a paper or something, we need to stay in touch with the outside world. There we go." Ti purred as the light flickered to life. Ti's cybernetic parts gleamed in the artificial light. Metallic wings streched as she climbed down the step ladder. Dusting off her hands, Ti set off to her next project, the fridge.

"Ti, your no fun." Bi pouted, her fang visibly poked out from under her top lip.

Life's no fun. A thought punctured thier conversation. A fourth girl entered. She looked exactaly like Space, execpt her eyes were a solid, pure gold. With knowledgeable, pupiless eyes, she scanned the scene before her. In the living room, a beat up barf-green couch was slumped over in front of a reasonably sized TV. The kitchen was sparse, and connected to the living room with a bar type thing. The little used dining table had blood stains on it. (A/N: More about that later.)

"Flames, you need to loosen up. It's bad for you health to be so tense all the time," Ti commented, then demanded, "Space go get a paper."

"She doesn't need to. Shade's got it." A fifth girl hissed as she slid from the shadows. She looks like a normal human being, if you didn't count her blood red, pupilless eyes and her black, draconic wings. She had a black tank top on underneath her black hooded jacket. Her skinny jeans had black markings down her right leg.

I think people are going to notice your shadow getting a paper in broad daylight. Flames commented as she flipped to Comedy Central.

"Privet Achmed reported for killing." A skeletal puppet said in a small voice.

"I love that show!" Space squealed as she dove for a spot on the couch.

...ssSss...

No one took notice as a teen dressed in jet black skinny jeans walked up to the newsstand on the corner of Oak and 16th street. Her dead-of-night black coat (A/N: thats blacker than black XD) covered any facial features. Browzing through the newspapers and magazines, she chose the Jump City Times and Cozmopolitan. Keeping her head down, she slunk into the shadows without paying for the items.

But one pair of eyes did notice her. A pale teen with spiky white-blonde hair noticed her go off with the magazine and paper without paying. He fallowed her into the alley she turned into, and called after her. "You need to pay for that!" The boy then transformed his lower half into lightning and flew after the girl in black.

And so the chase began.

...ssSss...

I almost forgot the disclaimer! Um... Flames, you do it!

I'm mute, remember?

Say it!

*mental sigh* apersonfromflorida does not own Teen Titans, Lightning, Comedy Central, or Achmed.

Thanks, Flames. Ok people, Voting time! At the end of each chapter, I will do a little FYI for my OC's: Bi, Space, Ti, Flames, and Di / Shades. Another vote is : For the main bad guy, should I use Controle Freak or make up my own? Please give me some sugestions, too. Flames will eat flames from bad reveiwers. It's called constructive critisizem!