My own Reflection
I don't own Teen Titans.
Here you are. The latest work from me, DarkVyse88. Enjoy!
Chapter 1: Awake
Asleep. His mind has lain in this state for a long time. But how long exactly? A day? A month? A year? One can not keep track of such things when they are in this state. All one has in sleep is their dreams and their mind. But this creature dreamt no dreams in its period of mental unawareness. Instead of dreams, he thought of memories. I probably could say memories could qualify as dreams, in a way. There was one problem. They were not his. They belonged to someone else. It seemed silly, but he was having another person's memories. Families, friends, and information that weren't his flooded into his mind during his sleep. His subconscious wanted them to end. He wanted them to stop.
But they wouldn't.
He then wore up.
His body felt warm, as thought he was in a bed. But then there was that feeling of floating. He opened his eyes to see that he was in a vat of clear blue water. He thought he was drowning as he began to jerk about violently. It was soon enough that he realized he was breathing; He looked down at his face to see a grey thing covering his nose and mouth. Running from the bottom of the vat to his mouthpiece was a hose that was bumping in oxygen and removing carbon dioxide. He also looked at his arms, leg, and chest to see cables sticking to him via needles.
(Am I in a hospital or something?) He asked as tried to look out through the glass of his tube. All he could see was darkness. Just then, a loud horn echoed out somewhere in the darkness. The water around him began to bubble. Then the glass shrouding his vat rose up. This caused the water to empty out onto the floor along with the boy. Without having enough time to stop himself from falling, he fell face fist onto the floor and cried out in pain.
He got from the damp floor and got to one knee. The shivered as soon as he felt how cold the room was and that he wasn't wearing any clothes. He ripped off the mouthpiece with his right hand and coughed as new air filled his lungs in an instance. He rubbed his nose and sighed in relief at not having it broken from his fall. All the while, his mind asked itself one question, (Who am I?) But all that would come to him were those memories. Memories that were not his.
He roared into the darkness and banged his fist into the ground. He received no answer. His mind was full of nothing but his memories. But why must he have those? They felt like his, but really weren't. He never truly experienced them. It was like watching someone else's home movies over and over again. No matter how hard he tried, they just kept coming. Was there no end? Was he to think the same memories as this own and go on his path without forging his own?
Suddenly, a light shot down from the sky and cast a section at the far end of the room in light. Mesmerized as thought it was a sign from the heavens, the boy staggered over to the spotlight like a drunken man. Upon reaching his destination, he found exactly what the light was revealing to him. He was standing in front of a podium. Resting on the podium was a metal mask. It was a large strip with black on one side and orange on the other. Two eyepieces had been drilled into it.
He didn't think long enough for those damn memories to remind him off whom this reminded him. Yet he didn't care. Those memories were not a part of him, so why should it matter?
Just then, the entire area he was in was illuminated in bright light. He was at first blinded by the light, but he soon enough saw what had been hiding in the darkness. He was a large room with a domed ceiling. Against the sides of the walls were computers and monitors. Scattered about his vat and the perimeter of the room were able lined with blueprints, disks, weapons, robot parts, and pieces of body armor.
He looked at all that lie before him and then back to the mask. This was what he needed. For too long had he remain in that sleep haunted by those memories that had been drilling at his subconscious mind For too long has he had to suffer listing to images of joy and sorrow that were not even his. This time, he was going to forge his own path. He lifted the mask to his face and snapped it on. A perfect fit. Just as everything here was going to give him a new beginning. He turned his head to one of the blank monitors and observed his reflection. His black hair laid on his head din damp strains. His blue eyes shown out through the eyeholes in the mask. He had seen this face countless times in his dreams. And even know he knew it all too well, even with the mask. That would end soon enough.
Somewhere else, a man laughed in amusement. He knew it would be only a matter of time. Only a matter of time before the path he had constructed towards glory would be completed.
Chapter 2 is coming soon!