Yaaaaaaaaay stories. I was inspired to rewrite/fix this story after watching my Season Two DVD of Teen Titans and being remind of how much I love them. So I was like "I'LL JUST GO FIX THIS NOW!"

And I did. So yay.

Disclaimer – The Teen Titans, and other related figures are property of DC comics, and not me.

Prologue – Lions and Terror

Once upon a year gone by, she saw herself give in…

Screams. Pain. Blinding pain. It was like fire, it covered her body. But she couldn't move, couldn't run away. There were bars. Cold metal bars. She lashed out at them. Her hands hit the steel with a clang, having no effect on the cool, unfeeling metal. But something was wrong with her hands…they weren't normal. Her nails…they were long. Pointed. More like claws. Her hands looked like paws, the paws of an animal. This wasn't right; she wasn't supposed to have claws. No one was supposed to have claws. Normal girls didn't have claws, and she was normal. She swore she was normal! Just like everybody, just like everybody else, she promised! She screamed again; it was inhuman. It wasn't real. It wasn't a scream. It was a growl. Laughter. Cold, calculating laughter. And a voice. A voice proclaiming her to be his greatest works.

What had she become

The girl woke from her dream with a start. Cold sweat dripped down her back, soaking the rags that she called clothes.

Would it ever end?

The question would always haunt her. It would follow her, tempt her, distract her and drive her over the precipice of sanity. Clenching her fists, fighting against the anger that rose within her. The same dream. The same dream every night, every day, never ending, always there, always there.

I won't lose control. I won't lose control. I won't lose control.

Digging her dirty nails into the tangled mess of hair at her scalp, she repeated those sentences to herself, a silent mantra. She would not let the anger overtake her. She would not let it run her life. Looking around wildly at the dank cave she was currently situated in. Dark stains marred the walls. They looked…bloody. She looked around through crazed eyes again. Shuddering, she dragged her nails down her skull, down the side of her face, leaving long claw marks. It hurt, it hurt so bad, but not bad enough, not enough to make it all stop, it wouldn't stop, it would never stop.

There's blood on the walls.

A low growl ripped almost involuntarily from her throat. There were sounds from outside. People were coming.

Is it mine?

She wasn't good with people.

People can't see me! Don't let them see me!

Panic welled up in her throat, pressing against her lungs, making it hard for her to breathe, like some sort of disease. People couldn't see her like this.

Another growl.

She could hear voices now. It was a family. There was a mom and a dad and kids. They were laughing, and she could smell food. They were laughing, and having fun and they had food, and she didn't get any of it. Rage began to overtake her again.

How come they get a family! Why did this happen to me!

Her cat-like eyes flashed. The battle was lost now. She never really stood a chance anyways. A snarl left her mouth.

Something happened. Something changed.

A roar resounded from inside the cave. The family looked up. Was it a mountain lion? Had they perhaps stumbled upon the den of a bear? Nervously, they began to quickly pack up their things. They didn't wish to cause trouble to an animal. Unfortunately for them…this "animal" wanted to cause trouble for them. They could hear the sounds of something moving inside. Claws scraping across a slate floor, coming closer.

The family backed up. But it was for nothing. The animal could sense them, smell them, hear them. No hiding. Emerging from the cave with all the grace expected of the species, the animal faced them, eyes boring into theirs. Uncontrollable, unquenchable rage swam through her vision, colouring it red. The family ceased to be people, they became targets. And she was trained to kill targets. Before they could blink again, the lioness had launched herself at them. Terrified, they ran. They ran as fast as they could, zigzagging through trees and hopping over fallen branches.

The lioness ran faster.

-Katie