Hello! I've been a litle busy and haven't published since last year, I know. Sorry about that. But I have edited some previous chapters and stories.
Persuasion will be a three chapter fanfic, released over three days. This is yet another musing of how the villain acquired the young geomancer. My first Terra and Slade fic, which I wrote over the last two days. It's finished, just needs editing.
Inspired and dedicated to Remix17, who deleted all of his/her treasured and epic stories. Some elements have been derived from Armor, and others from another fic with a name I can't remember.
Enjoy!
Terra collapsed on the desert ground, drained from running. The emotional fuel she had felt from her anger at Beast Boy had faded, replaced with weariness and regret.
Why had she refused a new life for herself? It could've made everything better. But instead, like the insecure teenager she was, the geomancer had fled once her secret was spoken.
Thinking of it now though, Robin easily could've figured it out on his own. She wasn't exactly good at hiding her lack of control, and he wasn't exactly bad at observation. The thought made her look longingly at where she'd come from, but she knew it was too late to return after she'd shunned them.
The heat hit her suddenly, her skin baking. Of course the poor girl couldn't afford sunscreen. All she had was what was currently on her, and that wasn't much.
Her throat was burning. She was so thirsty she could drink a whole river. But no such luck; Terra was in the desert, after all.
Suddenly, the ground started to tremble. She could see her hands glow, having no doubt her eyes were exactly the same familiar yellow.
"No!" she cried, eyes beginning to water. "Not now, please!"
Rocks of all sizes surrounded her, spinning so fast they formed a wall. Her hair flared around her, a magnificent halo as she clung to the ground. Terra willed for it to stop.
Of course, her powers wouldn't listen. She scrunched into a ball, hands tightly holding her head as she sobbed, waiting for an end.
When it finally came, Terra didn't know what to do. Her heart was sinking. She was losing the usual optimism she had, and fast. She was so helpless. Why was she cursed with these powers? Why couldn't she control them like everyone else? She was meant to control them, but they were controlling her.
The teenager stood shakily, hugging herself. The wind picked up, causing her to shudder. Yet another cold night in the desert. Terra found it hard to believe just last night she'd ran from the tower, sprinting under the stars like there was no tomorrow. She almost wished there hadn't been, so she wouldn't be standing where she was now.
The geomancer sighed. Now came the arduous task to find a safe cave to sleep in. Taking out her pathetic torch, she slipped it into her mouth and started to scale the closest cliff.
Terra may have been dejected, tired and famished, but her mind was so mentally exhausted that she refused to use her powers. If she fell and died, so be it. She couldn't be bothered enough to deal with more problems.
She climbed quickly, occasionally stopping to take a deep breath. Her limbs felt like weights. Her eyes trailed up to gauge the distance, only to see a nightmare.
Slade.
She seemed to freeze as his faceless mask met her wild eyes, only to realise it was getting further away.
Terra was falling.
She blinked. He disappeared as she screamed, flailing her arms and willing for some rocks to catch her before she met the ground. She was panicking. A stone she'd summoned sliced her forearm as she fell past it.
She threw the arm out, hoping it'd take most of the force from the fall.
The impact was faster than she'd expected, earning a loud thud and a sickening crack. Her cut and now broken arm ached painfully. She let out a strangled scream. Her eyes had closed and before she knew it, she was unconscious.
When Terra came to, she really didn't know what to expect. But out of all the things she had least expected, she could've never predicted what had transpired.
She bolted into a sitting position, grimacing. Her whole body was sore, all of her muscles screeching for her to take it easy.
But her arm was neatly bandaged, wrapped in pristine gauze and sealed with duct tape.
She inspected it carefully, as if checking it was real. Scanning the rest of her body, she found most the dirt scrubbed away from the small cuts and bruises she'd acquired.
Terra found herself smiling. Someone had bothered to care for her, to help her. Her foot hit something as she stood. To her joy, she found a plain bottle of water.
Once she'd taken a refreshing gulp, she stuffed it into her shorts. It would run out if she didn't take care.
She glanced around. A familiar black figure was ten steps in front of her. Terra's pulse was now rapid. She took a sharp intake of air.
The frightened outcast stepped backwards gingerly, cursing when he turned.
"Hello, Terra," Slade greeted. "I was beginning to think you'd never wake up."
Her eyes widened. Her other response was what she always did. Terra turned away and ran.
Slade unclasped his hands.
The chase for his apprentice had begun.
Short and sweet. Not the best (rushed), but I'll get back to it. See you tomorrow, and feel free to review. A word, a page, anything! And if you want to give me con-crit, I already know of my word overuse.
~SladeRavenFan
