A/n: It's honestly...Been a very long time since I've written anything. A blog here and there but nothing like a story. Haven't had the heart really. Well...Here goes. It may read kind of rough.
Rain beat down on the beat up sedan as it rumbled down the old country road. The black paint was specked with spots of gray, the headlights were a dull yellow that barely lit the road as it drove along.
The occupants were three men and a woman, each in a black suit with sunglasses. Their faces were lit by a dull green glow coming from the radio dial making them look quite eerie if anyone had been around to look at them.
The rain was pouring harder when they finally stopped, the car driving through a large bush to get into a clearing. Simultaneously (sp?) the four doors opened up and the people got out, not bothering to open up umbrellas. The driver popped open the trunk from the seat and stayed by the door, lighting up a cigarette and getting back in once the other three had gone to the back and thrown the trunk open.
A little girl was curled up against the body of her mother, sobbing against her still chest, the only thing really out of place was the tiny hole and the thin line of blood running from a hole just over the woman's right eye. The grown woman's body was stiff as they pulled her from the trunk, rigor had already set in because of the cold. The girl screamed at them to stop touching her mommy.
The woman reached under her jacket and produced a small M9 pistol with a sound suppressor on the end, the barrel going flush against the little girl's head. The girl screamed for a moment then there was a sound as if someone had punched a slab of beef and the little girl's brain matter and blood decorated the trunk. The men grabbed the little girl's corpse and tossed it to the ground by the mother. The rain washed away the blood and gore and for a moment it looked as if the girl was sleeping on her mother, as if it was peaceful.
One of the men brought up one wrist and muttered something into the microphone beneath his wrist cuff. He pressed a finger against the ear piece for a moment before walking to one of the open back doors. He withdrew a 12 gauge shotgun from a rack on the ceiling of the car and walked back to the bodies. The other people had stripped the mother's body of clothing and were placing a leotard that was slightly too small for her. It was then he recognized the hero turned mother.
When the two others had finished dressing the heroine, the man held the barrel of the shotgun roughly a half foot away from the woman's face.
He shifted his aim slightly, wanting to go for a more...disturbing effect possibly and cocked the weapon.
His finger tightened on the trigger.
And then suddenly his arms were gone. His right arm was cut off at the wrist while his left was cut off just above the elbow. Gouts of blood came from his stumps as he took a slow step back, everything going in slow motion. The weapon hit the ground and the slug that was loaded went off, the pellets hitting the woman who had shot the child in the throat and face. She was dead before she hit the ground.
The other man turned, pulling an Uzi up before firing wildly into the darkness for a moment before going still, arms falling to his sides.
The now disarmed man was kneeling on the ground and saw the attacker standing beside the Uzi wielder who fell to his knees, head rolling backwards while body fell forwards.
There had been a possibility of retalliation with this job, as there always was, but they hadn't been informed they would be going after a super hero family. The man stared into the burning, hate filled eyes of a man named Gideon, whose sword had just cleanly beheaded a man after cutting off his arms.
The driver got out of the car now, an AA12 shotgun held in his hands, cigarette in his mouth. Gideon was gone before the trigger was pulled, a flash of lightning sending the ghost away. A few seconds later he had grabbed the driver by the back of his head and driven his sword through his spine and out of his chest. He violently withdrew the blade and tossed the corpse to the side before setting his gaze on the man that was still alive, kneeling as his blood poured from his severed hand and arm.
The man's vision was blurry as Gideon knelt in front of him. He heard him say something but he didn't understand. He spoke Italian for a moment, then German, then finally English. He understood English well enough, though everything was hazy and garbled. He awoke however when one of his nipples was suddenly sliced in half. His scream of pain didn't go far in the middle of the storm. It didn't help they were in the middle of a forest either.
"Who hired you for the hit?" Gideon's voice was normally angelic, but now it was tainted with rage and hate. Emotions he rarely felt.
"Someone...Big. He was a mean guy...Black...I think." The hitman's speach was slurred, as if he'd been drinking.
Gideon decided he needed a bit more of a wake up call so he cut off the other nipple.
There were more screams before Gideon grabbed the man's face and made him look at him.
"Questioning you seems to be getting me nowhere...And you're about to die." He inched his face closer until their foreheads were pressed together. "I'll just take what I need and burn your mind before you go."
Gideon's eyes glowed white. An all consuming blaze that the dying man couldn't help but look into.
Gideon meanwhile scoured the man's brain for information on the hit and found what he needed. And then with a burst of energy he burned the man's brain, leaving the body braindead before he left his mind. He stood and kicked the bleeding and drooling man onto his back and left him to bleed to death.
He turned then to his wife and child. His sword dropped to the ground as he walked slowly towards them. Tears sprang to his eyes as grief washed over him.
He was simply too late.
The tall man dropped to his knees beside his wife's body and gently hefted her into his arms, his lips going to her forehead to kiss her alabaster white skin. "Raven my love...I couldn't protect you." He looked at her peaceful face and felt like a failure. There wasn't anything he could do for her and so he turned his attention to his daughter.
His arms went around the small girl's body after he set Raven softly on the ground and he picked her up. He brushed soft black strands of hair from her wet face and wept.
He wept for his wife, Raven. For his daughter.
For his failure.
The rain had stopped when he finally moved. The freezing rain had locked his joints up and he struggled slightly to get to his feet.
Gideon set his eyes to the south. To the city where he had met Raven and her friends the Titans.
The home of the man that had hired people to kill his wife and child.
With one last look at the bodies, he grabbed his sword slowly before leaping into the air. A sonic boom rocked the forest as the man soared through the air on his quest for vengence.
A/n: I dunno. I hope to not abandon this like I did my other Titans fic. Back then though I really didn't have an excuse. Now however I have a job and excuses not to write.
R&R please. Be kind, be harsh, be whatever. Just be honest.