Segregated Genders

In one world, two dimensions are cruelly alienated thanks to a dispute between two genders, and now four females and four males must endure the pain, torment and ache from the war that was destined by evil, while leading their own revenge.

Of course, nothing ever goes right, seeing as both worlds suffer from rape and torture, brutally murdering one another, and the horror of it all is terrifying.

But eight children, teenagers, are destined to battle the storm, and it only becomes worst when the two must battle one another.

Love is pure; hate is not.

Eleven years have passed, and nothing was done to stop the pain.

Until now

Prologue:

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Ever wonder what it would feel like to live in a world where torment rules, and genders are segregated thanks to a feud? Where the decision on one woman has impacted the female gender, and the loss of many people? Where the discovery of a new world can bring collision to life as we know it, and bring the beginning of a war?

I have.

You see I grew up alone, my mother as my only company, in this world, where genders are separated thanks to Virginia B. Wellington, who suffered in our previous world because of sexual harassment and loathing. It's her fault that we now must endure living differently, and it's because of her that my father was brutally murdered in front of my own eyes.

But don't you dare place pity upon me, for I may be a female, but I don't bother with sympathy. Sorrow is a useless emotion, seeing as that was the one emotion my strong and warrior-like mother let out when my father was brutally murdered by John Grayson, as punishment for going against the male race and siding with females. I grew up strong, and nothing, and I mean nothing is going to stop me in my tracks of revenge and let tears cascade down my eyes.

Hell no.

But I love my uncle, Adrian, who got my mother's revenge for her, even though he's stuck in the male dimension.

But I want my own revenge.

I'll say this once and once only. I'm an independent warrior, with revenge as my destiny. Nothing will ever stop me, including those pathetic feelings we call emotions.

It is for that reason that I roll my eyes whenever my girly friends watched a corny chick flick; watching them cry makes me want to revolt and burn the pathetic movie, and maybe the plasma television along with it.

I'll say it out loud now; I am not a girly girl. But don't think I'm a tomboy either. I would just rather fight my own battles rather than have some pathetic man fight them for me.

Which is why I loathed him, the male who entered our dimension and had the guts to tell me I was wrong. The male who ruined my life and made me live in insufferable ache, more so than usual. Because it was his entire fault, it was because of his presence that I am now locked up completely with only one way out, and there is absolutely nothing in the world that would make me enter that life.

So, this is to Richard Grayson: To put it simply, (imagine a sickly optimistic voice), I despise you entirely and hope you shrivel up and die.

Love, Raven Roth.

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My wonderful life just went down the drain.

You see I had it all: riches, fame, glory, you name it, until my messed up mind wanted to rip up the rules of my world and meet a female, by the name of Raven Roth.

For over a decade, men and women have been separated entirely, thanks to a stupid feud between the two genders. No one here actually knows what went on, it's a blur to those who were unfortunate enough to witness the tragedy of the war. Loved ones were killed ruthlessly, and no mercy was taken upon anyone. Even children.

And I don't think I was lucky to remember it all.

I've been against these pathetic and idiotic rules of the Society, and I've been against them since I was five. Yes, you heard me, five years of age and a rebellious child was born. I was always going against authorities, ever since one killed my parents.

I remember the event like it was yesterday, and a thanks goes to my photographic memory. The same image burdens me every waking moment, and my goal is to ruthlessly murder the man who killed my mother, execution style.

I don't know how to feel, amazed or bewildered at how one gunshot to the head can end your whole life.

One man murdered them both that way: Adrian Roth.

So, underneath that cocky, arrogant façade I hide under, lies a cheerless and angry child, by the name of Richard Dick Grayson, tormented by the death of his parents.

Let the torture of revenge begin.

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Uh, hi people! I've decided to repost this story, because it's much more interesting, and also because I'm writing a different version of this story, same way, only with different characters. So might as well write both of them the same way, and change a few names!

If you don't like Teen Titans (why are you here?) No. Um, I'll make an account on and let you read it there (for those good people out there.)

Please don't take offense, this is much more interesting (and probably more into character). :P

Love, Ivy.

Pairings: (Just in case you're new, or forgot) :P

Raven/Robin

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Terra/Beast Boy

Starfire/Speedy