Title: The Prologue

Summary: Everything was normal. So normal it was abnormal. And then it happened.

Authoress: TheWhammy'sBoysAreACircus

Disclaimer: I only own my 38+ OCs; the Teen Titans Cannons belong to DC and not me.

Dream On

I twirled in a circle to face Olivia, holding the dress up in front of me. I smiled at her only to get a blank look; this dress was a no go then. I glanced at her and sighed, hanging the dress back up. Olivia the Picky. Sometimes I hated it, sometimes I loved it. Sometimes I felt both.

"Look, Desirae, purple is not your color," she said. I chuckled and held up another purple dress. "Desirae!" she snapped.

"But," I whined, "purple is so pretty!" She stared at me and shook her head, turning.

"When you want to be serious, come fine me," she stated dryly.

I watched her leave me with a pout; stupid club making me find a dress. I only wanted to impress Olivia. But no, she had to be picky today, of all days! I shrugged. Olivia leaving would give me enough time to screw around before I wanted to get serious. Purple, my favorite color, pale blue, my color. I ran my hand through my hair, sighing. I turned my back on the purple dresses and faced the pale pink ones with determination.

What I saw, however, displeased me immensely. About five extremely buff men were blocking my way to the dresses. They were facing me too; joy. This has been a common occurrence this past month and it, quite frankly, has begun to piss me off. According to Olivia, Simon, and Ray, this has been happening to all of us. The supers' kids. It doesn't change the fact that it's pissing me off.

Thank god for Daddy's training. Before he died anyway. I flipped back, crouching in front of the purple dress display. And then it happened; the worst thing I will ever experience, I will remember for the rest of my life. Screeching; high pitched, scratchy, condemning. It echoed through my mind, not stopping even as I screamed, clutching my ears. Make it stop, make it stop, make it stop!

I screamed loudly, trying to make it stop, trying to drown out the horrible sound. MAKE IT STOP! I'm a grown woman; I'm 20 years old, MAKE IT STOP FOR GOD'S SAKE!

It… That nightmare I had, Olivia remembers, I know she does. I was running, running, running for something. And from it as well. A terrifying sound, a sound symbolizing my death. And I only woke because my head had been chopped off. Don't scream. Don't scream?! DON'T SCREAM!? The sound shredded my brain, slashed through logic. Don't scream. It was insane and therefore, I didn't. Now concentrate, make those men feel it, make them burn with their darkest nightmare. How?! HOW?!

I continued clawing at my ears, anything to make the sound stop; the loud, horrifying screech. My death… My death. I'm too young to die! I DON'T WANT TO DIE! DON'T LET ME DIE! I covered my mouth and sobbed loudly, jerking at the heavy thump in front of me. I blinked, not knowing what to expect. Five slumped and convulsing figures and an axe before me were not at all what I thought would appear. I scrambled back.

"Wh-wh-what?" I cried, tears still rolling. "What the hell is going on?" Five more dropped from the ceiling. I'm never shopping at Wal-Mart again. I closed my eyes and concentrated, only for a moment, on sending them to their doom before the horrible screeching noise (which only just tinged my hearing) could return. I opened my eyes to see blank shock on the leader's face as he stared at me.

"Dolly?" he whispered. I blinked and stood, dusting off the seat of my pants. I dried my face and folded my arms across my chest, staring at him before letting my gaze rest on the other four.

"Dream on," I snarled, focusing on him. Dolly, his dead lover, killed by Slade. Oh, how entertaining. Daddy told me all about Slade. I felt something around me pulse and the man dropped to his knees, screaming 'Dolly' repeatedly. I let out a chuckle. It wasn't so hard once I grasped it. I looked between the four men and relished in their screams.

Alright, my first time attempting a Next Generation non-song Fic. Let's see where it goes, ne? Okay, so this entire story is the prequel to the major thing. I'm mainly focused on getting all the characters, their powers, and their names down here and the next Fic will be the actual plot line.

Sneak Peek of Next Chapter:

I pointed at myself. "I am Willfire," I pointed at him, "you are…?"

"Firewill!" he chirped. "Or Eriflliw. I'm you." He laughed. "Your mirror, more or less. When you shift into a boy, that boy gets my mind, soul, and all that good stuff while you sit and relax. When I shift back into any girl form, she gets your mind, soul, and things!"