Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans.
Welcome ladies and gentlemen to Killing Time, a story by yours truly. This story is very influenced by "Harry Potter and the Wastelands of Time" by joe6991 (go read it now and be prepared to be awed by it's majesty) - that being said, it is it's own creature. And I'm telling you now...you better not be hoping for a happy little adventure.
~Edgespeare
Beginnings
Let me ask you somethin'. What would you do for the person you love?
"You have to do it. There is no other choice."
Would you lie?
"I promise...I'll make this all better. I'll do everything I can to stop it!"
Would you cheat?
"What...what are you doing you fool!"
"Ending this."
Would you steal? Murder? Maim? Torture?
"You fucked with the wrong person, pal."
Would you send the world screaming into the abyss? Set ablaze every man, woman, and child's soul; bring about the End of Days just to save that one person?
"There is nothing you can do, Mr. Logan. We've gone over this...time and Time again. There is no sanity in what you do."
"Heh...good thing I tought that sonovabitch his lesson a while ago. Sanity ain't around no more."
And- here's the important part - would you do it over...and over...and over...and over AND OVER again?
I've watched it burn, you know? Oh best believe I have. I've watched the whole world be engulfed in fire and brimstone so many times, it no longer registered. Heh...I've even added a bit of fuel to it a few times. Best believe...
I've tried to change it. I've tried to change the outcome, rewrite the script. But it never sticks. Never. The world stops turning and the fire keeps burning. Forever...or not. 'Cuz see, I found this neat little trick. A kinda loop-hole in the universe. I just hop on my merry little Merry-Go-Round and -viola!- I'm back at the starting line, ready to lose the race all over again. Ready to watch the fire start burning and the world stop turning aaaaaallll over again. In a way, I just don't give a damn any more. Let the fucking flames lick the bones of the damned to ash. Let the demons eat their fill of innocent flesh. I wouldn't care. I really wouldn't...
Except for one thing.
They used HER. They took HER soul, HER heart, and used it to rip open the fabric of reality. To bring about the End of Days in a deluded quest for power (Is it any more deluded than your own quest? - a voice whispers but I ignore it).
And I have a problem with that.
You really did fuck with the wrong person.