Hope you enjoyed that. The story's about to thicken though with some familiar and unfamiliar characters.
I do not own Teen Titans... Yet.
Adriana was making her rounds the next day walking around searching for danger in the worst parts of town. It was still early morning and she was still caffinating herself with a cold coffee from the Starbucks near her home. She'd saved the store from being robbed at the owner seemed eternally grateful offering free drinks lately. But it was too early for crime fighting. The criminals were all asleep. She wished she was too. So she took this time to think about where she was from, to think about Ghost. What a strange person. What was even weirder was that he wasn't born a freak. Somewhere, somehow, along with his great super hero life, he simultaneously continued a completely normal one. Or at least she assumed so. He hadn't mentioned it in depth so she figured he wanted to keep his normal life from her.
"Check the papers," Adriana echoed Ghost's words. She turned the corner to the news stand. There the paperman was just cutting the string from the bundle. Adriana reached into her pocket, careful to wear gloves this day. She stopped at the stand, keeping her head down. The man that was slightly shorter than her looked up.
"Paper, please," she said.
"Of course, little missy," he responded. He handed her the paper and she gave him the change. "Have a nice day." Adriana walked down the street reading the papers at the same time. There were updates on current events, the opening of some new mall, a story about a kid being saved from a tree by some mysterious invisible boy. She stopped there.
"The four year old boy only had this to say: A ghost saved my life," she read on. Then she continued and saw her story about the bank robbery. Adriana couldn't help but smile reading about the blue vigilante saving the day, and how the police will continue to pursue her because no one was above the law. She snickered under breath as she walked. Adriana sat down at the far side of the bus stop bench and continued to look for the hidden message in the newspaper.
Then suddenly the classifieds fell out of the bundle. Adriana put her paper aside and picked it up. She paused. There it was. A full page ad.
Adriana's mouth fell open.
"Adryana and Ghost looking for serious teen super heroes in the San Jose Memorial Park today at 4:30PM."
"Oh my..." Adriana couldn't even finish her sentence. How could he be so stupid! Surely the police will never find the vigilantes there, she thought sarcastically. She sighed and pouted, "My name isn't even spelled right."
Chris Evans sat in class with his feet on the desk and hands behind his head. He had reentered his body feeling completely refreshed like he'd just taken a nap. He was a black haired, black eyed sixteen year old. However he did not have his illuminating glow to him as he did when he was his soul-self. In fact he looked exactly like any other kid in class who was half heartedly paying attention. He thought about a lot what would happen when he made his super hero team.
His grades would actually get better since his thoughts wouldn't be there to distract him. His teachers would start expecting more from him. Which was perfectly fine, he'd worry about that later.
In the middle of his thoughts, Chris felt something hit the back of his head. He grimaced and touched the back of his head to find a slobbery paper ball. Some guys in the back of the class giggled and he heard the faint slap of a high five. Chris considered doing something back to them. All he would have to do is leave his body. No one would even notice. His body would still be sitting up straight staring blankly at the black board.
Chris decided this was a good idea. He left his body invisibly phasing right through his desk and lightly tiptoeing to the back of the class. He stood over the class bullies and looked down at Arnold and James with their straws and torn pieces of paper. One of them was leaning on the back two legs of his seat.
Mrs. Winters had her back to the class when she heard the crash. In the back of the class James feet were in the air. The rest of the class was laughing hysterically. Chris was back in his body way in the front row with his hands folded and a closed grin across his face.
"How many times have I told you kids not to lean in your desks like that?" Mrs. Winters scolded. "James are you alright?"
"Something pushed me!" screamed the blonde boy as he scrambled out of his desk. Chris turned around in his chair and blinked innocently.
"Maybe it was a ghost," he said. James narrowed his eyes at him. Both boys glared at one another for a moment. At that moment, James Grant knew that Chris was involved. Somehow.
Chris knew this from that accusing look. Confident no one would ever be able to prove it, he turned back around knowing he'd won this round. And it was about time he won one.
Later after class Chris was walking home from school. James Grant and his buddy, Arnold were following him home from school. Chris sighed. Now would be a good time for him to leave.
"Sorry body. You're gonna have to take one for the team again," Chris said. He stopped walking and closed his eyes allowing Ghost to rise up above him. Ghost flew over his mortal self, his eyes were emotionless when they reopened. That's when James and Arnold jumped him and started to beat him into a pulp. Of course they couldn't see him as Ghost, floating over them watching the scene. His body took punch after punch. Chris couldn't react. He just fell on the ground and curled into a ball.
Ghost grimaced.
He looked pathetic. Finally, James and Arnold yelled at his body a little bit, spit on him, and walked away. Chris got up off the ground very slow, black and blue in one eye. Then he picked up his backpack and continued to walk home. Ghost determined his body would be okay from here. It knew the way home. Maybe he'd even do a little homework before Ghost could get back.
"Yeah right. He'll probably just go to sleep," Ghost said. It didn't matter. It was time to meet Adriana in the park.
Yay! Another chapter! There's another one coming right up.
