Slade: Revenge of the Scath

by Red Eyes Black Dragon Master

Sequel to Slade: Last of the Masked. Although it has been a full year since Trigon fell, I still have this longing in life. Now that the Titans have returned from fighting the Brotherhood of Evil, the time has come for me, Slade to return. Updated.

1. Introduction

Slade: Revenge of the Scath

Introduction:

I stood at the express check out counter at the grocery store. I had been standing in line for quite some time because the old woman in front of me (who had to be living proof of the dinosaurs existence) didn't read the sign and had 80 or so items in a 10 items or less lane.

My black hair hung down over my black sunglasses. I wore the sunglasses to hide the nasty scar on my right eye. I could no longer see out that eye, not since I was 16 when a knife blade tore the optic nerve apart. Despite that I lost my eye, I am still good at what I do. I was once a great warrior of a long forgotten society, the Masked.

The Masked all were trained in many forms of martial arts, perfect strategists, and excellent at stealth. Weapons were no strangers to the Masked, except for firearms. The Masked never used guns. I would guess that's because when the first guns were built, they made it so difficult to reload and carry around that no one could be stealthy when using them. Besides, with the amount of power that we obtain on our own there is no need for guns.

The Masked are all gone, the only one left alive is me. Slade, last of the Masked. The name Slade is quite well known in Jump City, and not in a good way. He was, I was, a crafty dark villain who wanted only to eliminate the Teen Titans. My trademark was the wicked shaped "S" and the orange and black mask.

But that is not me anymore, my days as a Masked ended with the defeat of the inter-dimensional demon named Trigon. Now that he's gone, I can live the normal life I never knew. Which included going grocery shopping.

"Sir," the cashier said.

My mind returned to this place and time. I set my one item on the conveyer belt. The cashier swiped it over the scanner and the price appeared on the little screen. $5.99. It costs that much for a bottle of soda? I thought. I reached into my jeans pocket for my wallet and my fingers ran across something metal, cold, and with a chain. I felt a tingle of remembrance as I pulled my wallet out. I placed $6 dollars on the counter and left with my drink, without my $0.01 change.

I walked out the store and climbed into my car. Once inside I pulled the thing out of my pocket. A gold heart shaped locket. My name was engraved on one side and the name "Arella" was engraved on the other. I opened it and saw the young faces of the girl, Arella and myself at her junior prom.

The pictures had been taken by none other that the person I hated the most, Marth. Not long after he took these pictures he betrayed me and cause Arella the greatest pain she could imagine.

Marth is dead now. I don't have to worry about him anymore. But Arella, I don't know what happened to her. I wish that some day, I would be able to find her.

I put the locket back in my pocket and slowly backed out of the parking lot. As I drove away, I say something appear walking out of the brick wall of a nearby building. It seemed to have merged with the bricks. It had a black and gray face with almost mechanical red eyes. I only saw it in a flash and then it was gone, but I saw something. What was it? Some mutated creature? No, my instincts told me other wise. IT was something horrible, something evil. Whatever IT was.