Author's Note: Now I know what ya'll might be thinking: "Where the (insert rude profanity of choice here) were you Lit?! Well I guess I've just been experiencing some good ole' writers' block and lack of motivation lately. AND BESIDES IT'S SUMMER! Anyways I can bet many of you prefer to skip over this idiotic blabber and onto the story already, but for those of you in need of a little entertainment, feel free to stop by my very own random profile for the rest of this nonsense ;)
Disclaimer:
Lit:*cough, Lil!, cough*
Lil: Huh? Ohh yeah well it's been so long and I sorta for-
Lit: Fine fine here's your dang cricket. -_-'
Lil: Hmmm yep I remember now Lit ain't own a thing except meh of course.
Lit: Mahalo...
P.S. Just a random idea I had. Just a warning, it's a bit more angsty than my usual work. I'm still working on the rest of it, but I have it all written and planned out.
Hope it's to your liking!
Life is nuts so make sure you look out for one another okay? We weren't made to go through life alone so fill yours with people who love and care for you, but most importantly fill your heart with Jesus.
-~*LitUp'Nside*~
TATTERED BIRD, BROKEN ANGEL
Falling…
Falling…
She was falling…
A bird shot out of the sky…
Bits of her tattered blue cloak fluttered away as if they were feathers. Her eyes closed. Out cold. Plummeting, out of control, towards the cruel concrete.
They were stunned. They all cried out to their sister in anguish. They now rushed to her aid, hoping, praying, that they could catch her.
Too slow…
Too late…
All but one…
In a green flash he morphed into a peregrine falcon. Flapping frantically he dove in midair towards her. Wings flared abruptly when he matched her altitude. Form then shifting into a large eagle. His talons spread out to her. He wrapped the empath in his feathery embrace just moments before impact. Debris rose around them; concealing the injured pair. The fall only harmed him.
When their friends had reached them, the majestic eagle was gone. In its place was a broken green boy who still held the gray girl in his protective hold. Strong, gentle, orange arms softly separated them, laying them beside each other. They looked peaceful now, as if they were sleeping.
Masked eyes shed silent tears as they took in the scene, their owner carefully checking his fallen sibling's vitals. He was their leader. A leader wouldn't have let this happen. All his life, the masked boy had always tried to prove himself. And yet it seemed as if only failures loomed over him now. Leaders lead and protect their team. Robin should've seen the flash of the weapon as the villain whipped it out to fire. Gloved fist were clenched furiously at his sides as he struggled to get a hold on the tragic situation laid before him.
A familiar car pulled up behind them at the summons of none other than Cyborg's. Gurneys materialized as if by magic from the T-Car's trunk. The remaining Titans worked together to load up the injured. All the while, an orange hand pressed on the grayling's bleeding chest wound, cervical collar strapped to the changeling's neck.
The car expanded into an ambulance to accommodate the two victims. They were loaded up and rushed to the tower.
Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep beepbeepbee…
His eyes flickered open to the sound of a heart monitor, exposing his emerald orbs to the world. He groaned. His neck and lower back were stiff and sore. Oblivious to the goofy grins of his overjoyed teammates, Beastboy scanned his surroundings feeling disoriented and extremely groggy.
He was awake! He was ok! He was going to…Their excited chatter faded into white noise for the changelings attention was now focused elsewhere.
What he did finally focus on was the resting form of his teammate. His friend, his sister, his… well… Raven.
She was floating in a healing trance and looked so pale(well paler than usual) so frail, so weak, so vulnerable, so unlike hi-their Raven. Her eyes flickered frantically beneath her lids. Sweat beaded on her clammy brow.
Robin, Starfire, and Cyborg were all talking at once trying to fill Beastboy in on the details:
He had been out for three days. He had made a surprisingly quick recovery due to his adaptive; unstable DNA. He had a stiff back because of a back brace that supported his lumbar. He no longer had to wear the stabilizing Halo that held his jostled neck.
That's all I've got so far let me know what ya think and the next chunk will be posted soon!
