Terra was alone in her room. She glanced around, taking in the small objects at the table: some rare crystals, her laptop computer, and finally, a beautiful, heart-shaped box Beast Boy had given to her moments before. She wasn't much for irony, but him asking her out seconds after she had sentenced him to death was almost funny in a sick way.
Horrible images sprung to her mind. Terra saw Beast Boy's face as the fighting drones surrounded him and shot him. Slade's new weapons were so powerful that they left only a smoking, green corpse. "No," she whispered. "I won't work for Slade. If I can't kill him, at least he won't use me."
Terra walked over to her tiny bed. She picked up the knife she kept hidden under her mattress. Years of living in bad neighborhoods had taught her one thing: killers could be everywhere. She laughed bitterly, realizing that now she was a murderer. She had betrayed her only friends. Terra tested the knife's sharp, glittering blade. It was perfect for the job she had in mind.