Is there such thing as love? What is love? Can you love something, then have it taken away from you? The answer to the last question is yes.
It's been about two years now since the incident happened. The incident that changed me for life. The incident that destroyed half of Jump City. The incident that stole Cyborg's life.
*Flashback*
"Titans…GO!" Robin hopped on his motorcycle, and sped after the crook, who happened to be no other than Slade. Blinded by the fury of hatred, Robin gunned the engine, and hit 120 mph in an attempt to catch up with his archenemy. Slade, used to the cat-mouse game, led the teenage heroes into an abandoned building, planning on using a home-team advantage.
"In there!" Cyborg yelled, already heading towards the door, despite the teams' warnings. Starfire floated in midair, torn between going after the ambitious robot, and following Robin's instructions. Seeing her fellow teammates linger behind, she reluctantly went to them, hoping that Cyborg would be okay.
Not long after the Tamaranean princess made the wish, a blood curling scream filled the air, and a flash filled the night.
"CYBORG!" Star rushed towards the flaming building, but was held back by Raven.
"Star, Starfire, he's gone…no one could have survived that," she whispered. Starfire, knowing she was right, broke down in hysteric sobs, longing to take Cyborg's place in death.
*End Flashback*
Since Cyborg's death, I've changed drastically. He's been my best friend, and a big brother, all wrapped up in one. He always looked after me, cooking food for me, saving me a spot on the over crowded couch, and giving me support when I needed it. And in one second, he was gone, killed mercilessly by Slade. His scream still haunts my dreams, and his image dances in the back of my mind.
And the worst is that I know he wouldn't approve of what I have become. He would have wanted me to live life as it was before his death, and be my normal self. It pains me to be the exact opposite.
The night we returned to the tower after seeing Cyborg explode, I remained quite. I refused to talk to anybody, and threatened anyone who wanted 'to just talk.' I became more and more distant from the group, and often wandered the streets on my own.
In just two weeks, the entire team changed. Robin remained his arrogant self, while Raven and Beast Boy finally admitted their feelings for each other. Funny how it took the loss of a teammate to get them to finally say they loved each other.
I waited for a while, hoping Robin would say something to me, to give me the slightest hint that he was interested. Nada. Occasionally, when we were on a mission, some random guy would give me a catcall, and I would see a flash of jealousy in his eyes, but that was it.
So, I kept to myself, up to the point where I couldn't take the silence anymore, and left.
I decided that if Cyborg had to cease to exist, then so did my former self. So I ditched my traditional costume, and settled for something more eye catching. Guess I owe some of my costume inspiration to Electra from Dare Devil. I let my hair grow out, leaving it messy. But the biggest difference is my attitude. I'm no longer that good little Tamaranean girl I once had been. No, now I play by my own rules. I became fluent in English, my accent now barely noticeable, and used that as an advantage.
From that moment on, barely anybody recognized, so I created a new life for myself. I moved out of Jump City, and moved to the closest city.
And guess what kiddies? I'm the number one bad girl in town…