Existence Chapter 2: Wavelength, a teen titans fanfic

Existence

-Chapter Two: Wavelength-

- Last Time

She closed the door about two-thirds of the way so that the moon would be able to provide enough light for her to see from the sitting position against the wall. The crimson-eyed female awaited for the train to start moving and get out of the town, which took all of but ten minutes. As soon as she saw that they were a good distance out of the city, she looked up at the roof. "Ya know, the floor's a lot more comfortable than the ceiling."

- Present

She waited patiently for a response from the person. It was very clear that she had caught the other passenger off guard and had left him to think over his options. Whilst allowing him to think, she began to look back at her guitar case, taking out her black acoustic and began to strum idle-minded with the strings; playing whatever random tune she could think of.

After a few minutes that seemed to have dragged on for forever, she finally heard the person flop down onto the floor of the boxcar. Looking up, she expected to see some runaway circus freak or some whacked out freak that escaped from the madhouse like it had been several times before. The last thing she expected to be staring at was a thief wearing all black...

Red X was stunned with who he saw enter the car. This girl was at least a half foot shorter than he, with ghostly white skin, red eyes, and wild black that was held in a partial pony tail (A/N: if u get confused on her hairstyle, look up Ray Kon from Beyblade, ull get it). She wore a pair of dirty shorts, a tank top which was at least a size too small, worn out shoes, a ripped jacket tied around her waist and a ragged band tied around her face with two holes for her eyes to see out of.

Despite the old clothes and the fact the girl probably hadn't showered in a couple of days, she had this wild, untamed appearance that he couldn't help but find attractive. It reminded him of that girl...oh, what was her name, again? Um,...uh-Starfire! Yeah, that was it! Something that looked so sweet and innocent yet at the same time appeared so fierce. It was a hot combo that was so rare in women.

He tried to rethink his options of what exactly to do, but when she called him out, it didn't exactly leave him much leg room. She knew he was there. How was his number one question, but he decided to save it for later. He now had a choice to make: leave or come down like the girl wanted him to. From what it appeared, she didn't exactly mind that he was in there to begin with, otherwise she'd have done something about it. And for what it seemed, she was only waiting for him.

Now, how could he deny such a pretty girl?

Dropping to his feet, he turned to the girl just as she noticed she moved, giving him a look of surprise. Quite obviously, this wasn't what she expected. However, pretty soon he caught her smiling; returning to her black acoustic with a chuckle coming out of her lips. "How strange; I always thought the trains were a cliche to thieves." She stated, eying him with an amused look.

Heh,...how intriguing. "Sorry to disappoint, Princess." He told her simply.

The girl gave him an annoyed look. "Pardon me for saying Red X, but nicknames like that one remind me of one too many slobs who've tried to pull my pants down. I'd prefer it if you didn't use them." She idly informed him, not exactly happy to be reminded of half the guys she's had to take out in her life.

Red X, slightly amused, crossed his arms before leaning up against the wall. "Like who?" He questioned.

She smirked at this. "You remember the tub of lard and string bean that told you to surrender earlier this evening and almost skidded them over with a motorcycle?" He nodded. "That would be a couple of them." She said chuckling. "Truth be told, if you weren't in town, I'd have to worry about the law being on my ass for having to hand theirs to 'em." She stated.

At this, Red X couldn't help but laugh. This girl wasn't half bad so far. "Fair enough, I guess. But what am I supposed to call the little lady in front of me?" He asked her curiously.

This caught her off guard for a strange reason, before sighing of grief. She should have figured he'd ask this. "Something else you can come up with, I guess. Names haven't exactly stuck with me for too long." She proclaimed.

This made the thief perk a brow from behind his mask. "What does that mean?" He asked her, seriously. First she complains about a nickname he did make up for her, then says to call her something else he could come up with. Where's the sense in that?

She sighed, not exactly liking the memory. "I've been on my own since I was a kid. And I mean, mad little kid, so I didn't exactly get the chance to know my real name. This guy right here's been the only true company I've had." She stated, pointing to her guitar. He nodded, starting to understand. "Most people who've tried to play nice and be friends end up only calling me a freak in the end, so none of the names they made up for me ever really stuck. It got to the point where I just let it be and stopped caring about finding one." She explained, briefly.

This got the ever so daring thief even more curious. "Why'd they call you that? You're pretty cute, but that doesn't explain their beef with you." He pointed out. This was actually getting pretty interesting.

She rolled her eyes. "Well, for one, my sixth sense usually freaks 'em out. For some weird reason, I can sense every single living thing without having to see them; it's how I knew you were in here to begin with." She started off, receiving an understanding nod from the thief. It explained a bit. "And if that weren't bad enough," she continued, "they normally end up calling me a ghost in the end." She added.

As if answering the question about to come out of his mouth, the girl put down her guitar before standing up. Then, a strange, purplish-grayish smoke began to form around her. Her eyes flashed lavender, and her legs disappeared into the same substance as she floated up above him. Finally, so as to make a point, she flew towards him, going straight through his chest and flying out the other end.

Shuddering, Red X turned back to the ghost girl who was just landing on her feet as the substance around her disappeared. Looking at her dead in the eyes and trying to keep his voice calm without shivering, he asked: "What the hell was that?" He questioned, surprised.

Taking off the jacket around her waist, she walked over to Red X and placed a hand on his shoulder; getting him to sit down before placing it over his shoulders and rubbing his back, soothingly. "My powers, I guess. Whatever a ghost can do I can do, plus some." She stated simply.

"Huh?" He asked, still trying to stop shaking. The feeling of her through his body made it feel like she left a cold pit right where she flew, so it left him feeling like her in the middle of the tundra with nothing but shorts on. Absolutely freezing, and deadly.

She smiled at him. "You like music?" She questioned him walking over to grab her guitar. He nodded, confused on where this was going. She placed the strap over her shoulder before playing him a few bars. A song she figured he'd enjoy.

Hearing her play, Red X looked up, seeing the same smoke around her forming into different forms. First he saw a couple clocks forming on the walls, making a beat for her. He then noticed that their were snakes circling around her, and finally, a few wolves resting on the beams above him.

I've got a fast life and
A slow cuttin' knife
I've been drinkin' at a poisoned well
No home and a bag of bones
And nothin' else left to sell
I know why I'm in this hell
I just don't wanna believe
Past that line you just can't tell
But right now

There's someone lookin' out for me
I came out of the darkness
With a bullet in my hand
I got one more shot at livin'
I'm lucky that I can
Cause I got a little roughed up
Yeah I really got fucked up
I came out of the darkness
With a bullet in my hand

I got a cold stare, the wound's still there
But there ain't much left to bleed
A short fuse that I still use
I'm my own worst enemy
Stare at the faces I once knew lined up just to bury me
There's a long black car that's waitin' to leave
But right now

There's someone looking out for me
I came out of the darkness
With a bullet in my hand
I got one more shot at livin'
I'm lucky that I can
Cause I got a little roughed up
Yeah I really got fucked up
I came out of the darkness
With a bullet in my hand

Cause I got a little roughed up
With a bullet in my hand
Yeah I really got fucked up
With a bullet in my hand

Can you see the light?
Can you see the light?
Can you see the light?
I can see the light
I can see the light

The thief sitting on the floor found himself surprised. The small things around her had almost created a perfect cover of the song; a personal favorite of his. Just as her song ended, all but one of the snakes on the ground disappeared into the same smoke before fading into the air around him completely.

The girl bent over, allowing the snake to slither onto her arm before walking back towards Red X and presenting it to him. He back up against the wall, not exactly sure of what to do. The girl laughed. "Relax, he won't bite unless I tell him to." She informed him.

Hesitantly, Red X pet the snake, feeling an already too familiar feeling radiate off it into his fingertips. Pulling back, he asked: "What exactly was that?"

Still smiling, she sat down in front of him before saying. "Spiritual Essence. What life essence that's left behind from the dead or the traces left behind from the living, I can utilize into anything I want. Animals, objects, weapons, I can even fire them as if it was all coming out of a ray gun." She explained simply.

"Sweet." He replied, rather impressed. This wasn't something you get everyday, and it was pretty interesting.

She chuckled. "Yeah, well the ray gun thing comes with a bit of a price." She stated, once again receiving the curious male's attention. "If I use the energy as different objects, it's renewable, but if I fire it like a gun, all of it goes poof the minute it hits its target." She informed him.

He shrugged; made sense. "Looks like I'll have to think about it for a bit." He informed her, inferring the name thing. He was used to seeing freaks by now, so he couldn't say he was disturbed by the girl. "Just don't do that again." He told her, giving her a small glare.

She giggled a bit. "Stay off my nerves, and it's a done deal." She informed him. Getting comfy again, she asked: "What exactly is in that arsenal of gadgets, anyways?" She piked up.

He chuckled. "Too many to list." He informed her. Seeing her pouting with a small glare, he decided to at least show her one since she shared about her powers. Bringing out four X Shuriken, he shot them over to the other end of the cart, leaving them there to shine with the little moonlight provided.

This made her smile. "I have a feeling we're gonna get along, just fine." She stated smirking, extending out her hand to shake his.

Red X chuckled. "You and me both." He told her, shaking the hand gladly.

Alright, there's chapter two. I have names listed for our mystery girl, so if you wanna give her a name, just leave a review and I'll see which one's the best. Hope you've enjoyed!
~ K. Fang-sama