Disclamer: I do not own the Teen Titans, only this story line.
On the Run
The night sky was pitch black, except for the moon which gave off a sinister glow that danced along the tree tops. Crickets chirped their lonely songs which seemed to be the only sound to grace the night. Suddenly they grew quiet, as if foretelling the arrival of an unwanted presence. The sound of running could be heard as something stumbled its way through the thick underbrush. As the creature neared, the sounds of frantic breathing began to waft through the bitter night air. It then came to a small clearing where the moon's rays were finally able to caress the figure, revealing its true form. A girl in her late teens stood, trying to catch her ever quickening breath. She had shoulder length blonde hair and unusually grey eyes. Her body, which wasn't adorned with clothes, was thin and petite. As she stood there, leaning against her knees, she began to think about the events that had transpired earlier that day and how they would change her life one way or the other. She was either going to finally be free from her eternity of suffering and imprisonment, or die trying. She was never going back, no matter what. A twig snapped abruptly, causing her to stop her breathing all together, as fear and panic began to rise in her. Taking one quick glance back, she resumed her incessant running through the forest, allowing the night to swallow her up once more.