This is the first chapter of the story (No, really?), and I just wanted to let you know this story will be semi (or completely) confusing. I will try to explain as much as possible, so feel free to ask questions in reviews. I will answer them as soon as I get them.
I posted this story today because it is 06/06/06 and I thought it made sense seeing as it's the supposed rising of the demon.We all know the world has survived now though, because it's the afternoon. If would have had to have ended in the morning (In Canada, at least) because it is already June 7th in Japan.
This story may be updated soon, may not be. I was going to post this only when I had it all done, but I decided today would be better. Just don't expect any updates anytime soon, even though I already have chapter two done. Well, it is done, I just have to fix it up a bit.
I do not own Teen Titans.
Also, I would like to apologize to my editor, RavenShadowsong, who I did not send this version to yet. Sorry. I really wanted to post it today and you said you were gone away. Hope you enjoy it.
My father sent for me that day. We were called to the city because a titan's communicator had paged us to Terra's Cave, as we had named it. We, the titans, were surprised when we got there. There was vandalism everywhere, shovels, beer bottles, crowbars and other miscellaneous items were strewn everywhere. That was not what had surprised us though.
Terra was there, out of her rock, alive. Well, at least we thought she was alive.
We had all been thinking that on the way over to her cave, but we also kept telling ourselves it was not true, or possible. How could she be alive? How did she do it? She was stuck in rock, maybe even dead by then, how could she possibly be rid of her prison?
The rock behind her was smashed to pieces; the only thing still whole was the head.
She was making crying sounds, but no tears were coming out. We all just stood there shocked for a moment, then Starfire, Robin, and Beast Boy all rushed over to help her. Beast Boy wrapped his arms around her shoulders and helped her up. Starfire started to stroke her back saying 'it is the okay'. Robin was asking her what had happened in a way that sounded like he was investigating her and trying to comfort her at the same time.
I just stood there and watched. It wasn't like me to get mushy over anything.
Cyborg stood beside me, he was scanning the cave. He later told Robin that everything was normal, but I knew that was not true. Maybe Cyborg's scan didn't sense it, but I did. Something was wrong with this cave. I could only sense four other people, and I am always able to sense anyone.
Terra started to talk, well, she tried to talk, her words were mixed up with sobs of invisible tears. I walked over to her. I knew she wasn't faking the crying. For some reason, even though I couldn't sense her life, I could sense her feelings. I sensed sadness, lots and lots of sadness. I also sensed dread.
She was talking about something, but none of us could understand her.
Her thoughts sprang into my head. They all seemed to come in a single second, maybe they did. In that single flash I could sense eight things.
There was joy for being back with the us, the titans.
There was a higher feeling of joy, and love, for being able to see Beast Boy again.
There was a regretful feeling for Robin; a feeling of shame came along with it, and surprisingly enough, embarrassment.
There was a feeling of comfort around Starfire.
There was a feeling of protection and safeness for Cyborg.
There was a feeling of joy for life.
There was a feeling of horror, and then relief, towards something, or someone, I could not identify.
Then there was a feeling of dread.
A feeling of dread towards me.
I know I am not the most joyful and welcomed person, but the dread was not really dread like there was something small between it. It was more like fear, only it was not towards me, myself, but it came along with flashes of me. As if fear would have something to do with me, and she wanted no part of it.
We took her back to the tower. We gave her some water and food, but she didn't eat much. She just drank a lot of water, and then she laid down on the couch and tried to go to sleep. She was up crying the whole night, but the tears still wouldn't come, no matter how much water she drank. I could feel her sadness from three stories below. Neither Terra nor I slept that night.
The next day she seemed to have more strength, she was standing up and walking around.
The day after that she was smiling.
The day after that she was laughing.
She would laugh at anything anybody said that was remotely funny, even if it was corny. She laughed every time Beast Boy told a joke. She laughed whenever Starfire said something weird, then she told her how glad she was that she hadn't changed. She laughed every time I used sarcasm. She laughed every time Robin got frustrated, and told him to loosen up. She laughed every time Cyborg freaked out over a game.
She also laughed at herself, both inside and out.
Laughing was her way of trying to make things better, her way of trying to make things normal. Inside her mind, she knew that what she was laughing at was pointless. Every time she laughed I felt her knowingness of how fake it was, and I also felt more dread. She knew something was going to happen, but she wasn't telling us what. She was just acting like everything was normal, like if she pretended enough it would become real.
I also felt something else every time she laughed, or gave a real smile, or felt happy. I felt a tug, but it wasn't from her, I could tell. I was purposely trying to see what she felt, see if she would betray us. It was if I could feel exactly what she did when I focused on her. I felt the tug, and it tugged not at my body, not at my brain, but at my heart. I didn't exactly feel happy before the tug, but I felt calm. Right after the tug it was like a wave washed away the tranquility, and beached sadness and dread on the shore.
I didn't quite understand what the tug was, or why I felt it, or why Terra's thoughts were so easy to read. All I understood was where it was coming from. It was the same feeling I got every time I was angry, the same feeling I got in a certain point of meditation, the feeling I got when I was a child and my mom was around.
It was the feeling of uneasiness, the feeling of wanting to draw in on yourself and hide away in a corner. It was the feeling of fear, subtle fear, so subtle that you don't notice how scary it is until what you fear is right before your eyes. What I fear is my father.
It was then that I figured out why I could not sense her life, why I could sense her feelings so well, why she did not hang around me, why she was up every night crying tears that were not there.
She wasn't alive.
She couldn't cry tears because she had nothing to cry, her body was dead, and so it didn't require food, air, or water to live. Without water she did not have any hydration in her body to form tears. Even if she drank something it did not do anything.
I could sense her feelings so well because my father had wanted me to, he wanted me to know why Terra was 'alive'. He had let me sense them, so I could know what was happening.
Terra had died in that cave of hers, not all that long ago. She had been alive in there for about six months, but she was in a coma like state, her body was frozen in the rock, not requiring oxygen, air, or water. All she required was structure, she could have been alive in there for over a hundred years, had it not been for the vandalists.
The items strewn everywhere were the leftovers of vandals, they had come to make fun of the ex-titan. They had been drunk, and had been playing around. They had taken pictures of themselves with the statue, and then had destroyed it, still laughing.
My head was dizzy, and I knew I had received those memories from Terra. I also knew that she had received them from my father. For once what was received from him was real. There were no fake memories in there as far as I could tell.
I also knew why Terra was here, why she did not like hanging around me, why she cried her invisible tears.
My father, Trigon the Terrible, had sent her here. He had sent her here almost as soon as she had died. Only taking time to tell her what we had been doing without her, what the vandals had done, what others thought about her, and what she had to do.
He had forced her here to inform me of my impending doom. Of my future, of my prophecy to destroy the world. It was soon.
On my birthday I had stayed awake all day because I had a feeling that was when he would try to take over. Once my birthday had passed I had relaxed. I thought I would be okay for another whole 365 days, a year.
Apparently he wanted to make it as bad as possible for me, he wanted to make it a friend that would deliver the message. He wanted to bring me down so much that he could easily make me do what he wanted.
He wanted to make it hurt...
He had accomplished his goal.