Remember me?
Yeah, sorry for not being on, or typing up more chapters for Black Spy. I might rewrite it anyways. Stuff went down, and it sucked. But Im back, tempurrarily, at least. And with a new FF. How awesome am I?
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Teen Titans, but I do own that mystery girl. Who is she...?
If your name happens to be Howard E. Schwartz, I do not know you in real life, I purromise. If your name happens to be any of the murdered peoples names, diregard it, because I just chose random names.
Prologue
Howard E. Shwartz is the meanest old man in Jump City. He spends his days taking care of his picture-perfect lawn. If anything, or anyone, lay a finger on his grass, it was rumored they were gone by the next day, 'taken care of' by Schwartz himself. The man had a record, a criminal record. He used to be the famous Real Steal, the greatest thief ever. Eventually, he was caught and sentenced to two years in jail. By that time, he was sixty, and retired as soon as he was let out. But he never lost his edge, even after fifteen years of retirement.
It was an average day for Howard. He scared a couple of jocks who were obviously new in town, and kept their ball as a reminder never to mess with him. Fingering the new football in his slight delight, he tossed it into the pile, where all the stolen stuff went. As Howard walked over to his chair by the fire, he could've sworn he saw the pile's shadow move.
"Who's there?" Schwartz called, holding his hands up by his face in protection. Nothing moved at first. Then, the shadow of the pile extended into a long tendril of grey, heading straight for Howard.
Schwartz brought up his foot and stomped on the moving shadow. Without faultering, the shadow twined itself around Howard's leg and yanked it out from under him, pulling the old man down.
The man swore and tried to get up, but just then realized he may not be as fit as he used to be. He struggled to get up, his old age finally catching up with him. As he struggled, the shadow rose up and took the shape of a fourteen year old girl wearing a black shirt and baggy black pants. She wore a shadow-grey cloak with a spider web design on it. A golden cat eye served as the clasp, keeping the cloak from falling off from around her neck. Her hood was up, shrouding most of her face with a dark shadow, leaving her mouth, chin, and the tip of her nose visible in the firelight. Her left hand wore a gauntlet shaped to look like a cat's paw, and around her wrist was a black bracelet with a green orb that faintly glowed with the black magic it contained. On her right hand was a fingerless black fishnet glove, and in her hand was a sleek, sharp, and long silver dagger.
"Who are you?" Howard gasped.
No reply, but the girl raised her left hand, and unsheathed long, silver claws from her gauntlet.
"What are you going to do to me?" the old man asked, feeling fear for the first time since his trial in '93.
Again, no reply. The girl knelt down slowly, deliberately, a faint smile on her lips. She placed the claws on Howard's chest lightly. The old man could feel the tips poke through his shirt and scrape his skin.
The girl whispered softly and creepily.
"Goodnight~"
She flicked her wrist quickly, and the claws shot through Howard E. Schwartz's body and stuck into the wooden floor beneath him, piercing his heart. Blood flowed as the girl ripped her clawed gauntlet out of Howard's somewhat frail body, tearing his chest almost in half.
Howard's final breath was a long, loud, terrible scream that everyone could hear but would not acknowledge.