At long last, it is here. The highly anticipated sequel to Teen Titans: Hidden Agenda and beginning of a series that might possible extend to a trilogy or more. If you have not read the first in my series than I strongly suggest you read it because you will have absolutly no idea what's going on. The only characters I own are the ones I've created and any others that are not from the show I have borrowed from friends and will be giving credit for them.
Prologue
"I HATE YOU!" screamed a young blond haired boy as he pushed a blond haired girl to the ground.
The girl angrily brushed her hair from her eyes and pushed the boy back with equal force. "GOOD CAUSE I HATE YOU!" she screamed. The two children glared at each other with more hate than they had ever felt towards each other, their faces identical in appearance as though they were staring at their own reflection. Without another word the two turned their backs to each other and ran off in opposite directions, one going east, and the other going west. They both stopped fifty yards away and slowly turning their heads back to look at the other. It was the furthest distance they had ever been apart; they had spent their whole lives in each other's company. One was never found without the other. They were about to meet each others gaze when they snapped their heads back and continued to walk away. Their minds were made up; they never wanted to see each other again.
Suddenly the landscape flickered causing their bodies to misalign and they were instantly transported to a small town. The girl walked along the winding streets begging any body that passed if she could have something to eat. The boy was moving at an equal pace beside her and was soon stopped by an elderly couple who offered him a place to stay. The boy disappeared inside their house, leaving the girl alone in the street. But she didn't seem to notice that he had left, nor did she even acknowledge the existence of the couple or anyone on the boy's side of the street.
The landscape flickered again and the boy appeared once again by the side of the girl, only this time they were both enduring a considerable amount of pain from the local citizens. The girl was being chased down the street by a group of grown men who were hurling rocks at her for unknown reasons. The only possible clue as to why they were doing so was that one of them was bleeding just above his right eyebrow. The boy however, was being beaten by a crowd with household objects and anything else they could get their hands on. Without warning, the boy began lashing out at the crowd, sending waves of earth across them, killing everything in its path.
The landscape flickered once again and the two children were now much older but still looked very much alike. The only difference between them was that the boy looked in much better health than the girl who looked like she had been slightly deflated, much like a balloon. Though they were standing right next to each other, they looked as though they were a world apart. The girl was sitting with her hands wrapped around her knees in the center of a cave doodling on the dirt floor. To her left, the boy whom was standing alone on a street corner disappeared for a moment then snapped back into existence with his right arm clamped around his ear. He muttered something through his teeth and brushed his ear a few times before moving on to an electronic store down the road. The girl was singing something to herself and shifted her posture so her doodle came into view. It was a poorly drawn birthday cake with nine candles sticking out of it with equally bad flames and scribbles around the edges where there would have been frosting. She puffed up her cheeks and blew across her doodle, allowing it to disappear into the wind leaving the floor bare once again. Some minutes later the boy exited the store holding several bags in his arms and his pants were bursting with stolen merchandise. The owner of the store came running out holding his bleeding head and lunged at the boy in an effort to stop him. The boy quickly dropped all he was carrying and swung his foot around, knocking the man to the ground. Something flashed inside the boy's eyes and he made a cutting motion with his arm and the man disappeared into the street.
The boy turned to leave but oddly his foot never touched the ground as he made his next step. In fact the boy wasn't moving at all and neither was the girl. There was a soft clink of metal against metal as a small, square device was placed on top of an armrest. An almost inaudible sigh could be heard in the silent room as a lone man sat back in his chair. He picked up a small, delicate cup and took a sip of its contents before placing back in its equally delicate saucer. His gaze drifted back and forth between the boy and the girl who were now frozen in a trance like state. He knew them both very well; he had been studying them for some time, learning how each of them grew to who they are now. Or in some cases, were.
His gaze finally fell upon the girl as he took another sip from his cup, studying her silently. He knew her as a kind hearted, sweet little girl who knew nothing but compassion for others. That is until her true disposition revealed itself, harming those who she sought to protect. Truly a wolf in sheep's clothing. The boy on the other hand, her brother, had the heart of a jackal and cared of nothing but his own gain. But in time his heart would soften, revealing the small, childlike interior he had hidden away.
Footsteps echoed down the hall and soon they were upon the man, but he did nothing as he continued to watch the monitor. He merely smiled sinisterly and said "My, my…getting a little eager are we"?
The figure behind him said nothing; it merely stood where it was, silently gazing at the monitor flickering before it. The figure studied the monitors with a great deal of curiosity, but before it could ask the man said "It is nothing" and turned the monitor off. The man drank the last of what was left in his cup and his face became hidden as he replaced his iron mask that was resting on the other armrest. He pressed another button on his remote and the monitor snapped back on showing blueprints for a very complicated computer system. "You see this?" he said calmly. The figure gazed at it silently knowing not what it was looking at. "This is what you are going to get this for me…understand".
The figure looked to the man; its expression told the man that it wanted to know why and more importantly, when. "You will know in good time" replied the man. He placed his chin on his hands so he could get a closer look at the blueprints. "But first I will need to locate it before I send you out to get it". The figure looked at the image, then back to the man. The man smiled and said "Yes…it does exist".
The man got up from his chair and circled around a desk that was covered with papers and pieces of equipment he had been working on. "Leave me, I have work to do" he said sternly and flipped through a stack of papers that was written with information that only he could understand. After a moment, the man looked up to see the figure still standing next to his chair continuing to stare at him with eyes full of eagerness. The man let out a long sigh and said "I was saving this for when you were ready but…" he turned the monitor back on and cycled through several images until he came upon one displaying an old warehouse "…it looks as though you won't leave me be until I give you something to do". He picked up a small disk from his desk and pulled out a metallic mask that his combat drones wore. He first handed the disk to the figure and said with a sense of authority "This disk will lead you to your target…don't lose it". He then handed the mask to the figure and was disappointed to find that it didn't know what to do with it. The man took the mask from the figure and carefully placed it over its face and made sure it was secured. He had removed the white eye covers that the drones normally had to give the impression that they were human to allow the figure to see out of it with its own eyes. The man then turned the figure towards the door and led him into a large room where an elevator was waiting. "Now go…and don't come back until you're done and…" his gaze fell upon a dark corner of the room where the silhouette of a table could just barely be made out "…take that on your way out".
For those who are new to the series, welcome. To those who are familiar, welcome back. Don't be afraid to review, but if you flame me don't be surprised if I flame you in my reply.
