I thought that Lian deserved her own fic, so I wrote one for her! I mean, come one, she's really, really cool.
On a completely unrelated note, I saw a bank called BB&T, which reminded me a Beast Boy and terra, even though I don't support them.
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans.
BTW, this does not take place in the TAOMG, WLGYLMGJ, or any other universes I've created. It's a little story in itself.
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Hi. My name is Lian Harper. You may have heard of me before, I'm the daughter of Roy Harper and Jade Nguyen. I'm the girl that everyone tends to stay away from, simply because no one knows what side I'll take in life. Some have claimed that I have always been stained by darkness, and will forever be so. Some argue that because I was raised by everything that is good, that I'll always be a hero. Still others declare that I am in the gray area, and that I am one move away from choosing my destiny. Sort of like I've reached a fork in the road.
What do I think? I don't know, honestly. I used to be sure that I was a hero, and that I always would be, but that was before I learned about myself. It was before I knew about my past. When I learned of it, I was sure that I truly was stained. Then, however, people began to make assumptions about me, claiming I was one or the other. Eventually, I went ahead and let the people decide, for it seemed as if I had no say in the matter.
Right now, I'm looking down. I see her pale face in the moonlight, and I wonder what happened. My best friend is dead, and I don't know why. I remember going to the movies with her earlier today, and seeing her smiling face. I remember how she told me that she was sure that someone was following her. I had laughed when she said that. Sometimes it was hard to take her seriously.
We were walking home together, when I heard something. I told her that she should keep walking, and never look back. I ran off to change into my uniform, which was exactly like my mother's was. The only difference being that it was red and yellow, instead of green and white. When I returned, however, well I'm not entirely sure. Everything from that moment until this one is a blur.
The sad part is that this is not the first time this has happened. It is not the first time that my very presence has put another life in danger. I have seen this before; I have faced death more than once. I would say it comes with the job, but it doesn't. The appropriate phrase would be that it comes with being Lian Harper. Not only is it hard to bear the pain, but the simple fact that everyone believes that it doesn't exist is awful. Some think that just because I wear a smiling cat mask means that I'm immune to everything but joy. I should know.
My father is one of the best superheroes that has ever walked the face of this Earth. He is strong and brave. When worst came to worst, he knew exactly what to do. I admire him more than any other being in the world.
Then, there is my mother. She was never considered a hero. Not once. She stole from people and she broke nearly every law that there ever was. Not only that, but she was a deadly assassin. She had long claws attached to her wrists that she dipped in poison, and it was no surprise that she was almost directly under Deathstroke the Terminator on the list of deadliest human beings. When I was two years old, she received the death sentence.
If it weren't for every one I know, and even some I don't, debating on it for me, I would be in the middle with a war with myself over who I should be. My father seemed to be the only one who ever gave me a choice, but I know that he would be very disappointed if I did not choose the side of good.
Looking down at her once more, I check her pulse just to make sure that there was nothing that could be done. See as there was no response to anything, I decided it would be best to go ahead and not call the ambulance. It would cost way too much for them to come out and tell me what I already know.
I kneel down beside her, and push some hair out of her face. I have already called her parents, and I am now just waiting for their arrival. A silent tear rolls down my face, and I can feel my lip trembling as I close my eyes and turn away, not wanting to see her in the condition she is in. I put her jacket on top of her like a blanket, and stand up. My fists clench a little, and I swiftly turn to see someone who had been watching the entire time.
I turned to him, and I told him something that I'm sure he'll never forget. But, before you know what I said, I'll have to go back and tell you everything. From the very beginning. If I don't, then you won't understand.
My tale starts with a young man named Roy Harper, who was getting ready to go on the most life-changing mission of his entire life.
So there you go. I promise that it won't be written in first person anymore, okay? It's going to go along like a regular story would in third person.
So, yeah. I know you've already read, so please review! Even if your review doesn't make any sense in the least, I just want to know who read it.
Even if all you say is "Apple Pie" or "Donut," I still want to get your review!
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