People die
Beauty fades
Love changes
And you will always be alone
Kirsten swung her arm around, hitting the punching bag with all her might. The words were ringing in her head as she did so. Twelve words, that was it-twelve words, but they spoke louder and with more truth than any other words she'd ever heard.
She wasn't training-she didn't have to. All of the villains out there were weaklings, she didn't have to be in shape at all, and she'd probably still be able to take them down. The only reason she was in the training room was because she needed to take her frustrations out on something and she couldn't do so on the other titans. Rose would yell at her if she tried, again.
It was the anniversary of his death-Kirsten couldn't remember his name, but every detail of his face was etched into her head. They'd been the best of friends, and he'd been killed by a bad guy.
Kirsten didn't know who killed him-that was why she was a super hero. She was planning on killing every villain out there and hope that she got the culprit.
She stopped, and blew her red bangs out of her bright blue eyes. This was getting her no where, she was still stressed. Sighing, she threw a towel over her shoulders, and made her way out of the training room- nearly running into Zac on the way out.
Zac shook his shaggy brown hair somewhat like a dog for a second before smiling down on her. "Whoa!" he laughed. "Calm down, there's no need to rush! You know that as long as you're with me, you're safe!"
Kirsten rolled her eyes at Zac's catchphrase. "Watch it, Zac, or I just might kill you. Now, where's my sister? I need to talk to her."
"She's in the living room." Zac chuckled, again, before making his around Kirsten and into the training room.
"You're going to train? Really?" Kirsten turned around, raising her eyebrows at the brunette. She was surprised, hardly anyone on their teem ever trained, anymore ever since the villains just got pathetic.
Zac shook his head. "You wish. A.J. forgot her laptop in here, and she threatened to blast me if I didn't get it for her."
Kirsten shook her head, before turning around and running to the living room. Rose was making lunch on the island, and A.J. was watching t.v. The others were no where to be seen.
Rose was Kirsten's twin sister, though they looked almost nothing alike-she was also the leader of the team since she was older by ten minutes. Kirsten stopped by her black haired twin, and leant up against the counter.
"I'm gonna go out for a bit." she murmured, tracing her finger around the rim of a bowl that Rose had out.
Rose glanced up. "No, you're not." her voice sounded somewhat like an order.
Kirsten glared at her sister. "Oh, and why not?"
"Because I know better than to leave you alone, today of all days."
Kirsten rolled her eyes. "Rose, it's been ten years! I'm not going to go into some deep depression and try to kill myself!" Rose didn't answer, she just kept dicing tomatoes-her face showed that she hadn't changed her mind. "Besides, I was in the training room all by myself! It'll be easier for me to kill myself there than outside!"
"You really think you were alone?" Rose mused, absentmindedly. "Well, you weren't. Owen was in there, watching you from the shadows."
Narrowing her eyes, Kirsten jumped across the island, landing gracefully next to the black haired girl. She grabbed a knife from the top of the fridge and whirrled around. "Do you really think Owen could stop me if I really did want to kill myself?" she snarled, before holding the knife up to her wrist. "Hell, you wouldn't be able to stop me!"
Rose's face was still impassive. She knew that if she got worked up, it would probably make Kirsten do something she'd regret. "Don't get blood on the floor." she muttered. "Wren spent hours cleaning it up, after you beat the shit out of Zac last night."
Kirsten glared, before throwing the knife on the ground, and making her way towards the roof. "I'm gonna go meditate with him, now."
"You go do that." Rose murmured, never breaking stride. "Tell him lunch'll be ready in fifteen minutes while you're at it."
The door shut behind Kirsten on the last words. She let out a loud, angry sigh, before storming up to the roof. She couldn't believe that no one would believe that she was fine! It had been ten years! There was no way in hell she'd purposely kill herself over it!
Wren was by the edge of the room, levitating slightly off the ground-legs crossed, eyes closed just like his mother did. Kirsten floated over to him, landing in the same pose he was.
Wren opened one eye at peeked over at her-that was the only sign she had that he'd noticed her. For seconds later, he went back to meditating. Kirsten joined in, once he reached the beginning again.
"Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos. Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos. Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos…."
Kirsten wasn't sure how long they stayed up there, but the next thing she knew, Angela was opening the door and telling them that lunch had been ready for ten minutes and if they didn't get down there, soon, Rose would blow a casket.
Wren got up, and made his way to the door, but stopped halfway there, and glanced around.
"You coming?" he asked.
Kirsten nodded, "Yeah, in a sec. I wanna be alone for a while."
Shaking his head, Wren went back over to her. "You know Rose ordered to stay with you at all times."
"Argh!" Kirsten cried, throwing her hands up in the air. "What makes you guys think that I'll kill myself? I'm telling you, I'm fine!"
"More fine than you were six years ago?" Angela asked, raising a brow as she made her way over to the two.
Kirsten hmphed and crossed her arms, looking out at the sea. "I was nine, then. Young and stupid-I'm older now, and I know better." she sighed at the looks her friends were still giving her. "Alright. You guys can stay-but please just stand faraway, so I can think."
The two black haired kids shrugged slightly before moving towards the far end of the roof. Far enough away so that Kirsten could have some privacy but close enough to be able to jump into action if she tried anything.
She sat on the edge of the roof and began to take out what remained of her frustrations in writing. She always carried a little notebook and pen around with her, so she could. When she was feeling down, she'd think of a new depressing poem and write it down. It was her way of relieving pain like how some people eat or cut themselves. The very first one was the twelve word poem that constantly ran through her head.
Of course no one could know about this, otherwise they'd think she really was suicidal. Kirsten sighed, placing the tip of her pen to the paper.
Angel of Darkness
By Tyler David Bohne
Born of love but raised by hate
Darkness seems to be my fate
Death and Love hand in hand
As I move across the land
I move by the shadows and destroy the light
I am evil's unholy knight
Flames of black and skies of red
An army of darkness I have led
With love as my sword and hate as my shield
You can't win on this battlefield
Wings of black and hands of white
You will think I walk the light
But Death and sorrow are all that await
Those who cross my unholy fate
Light or Dark it's all the same
"Kirsten Grayson!" Rose called, Kirsten jumped and turned to see her sister standing in the doorway. "Don't tell me you're bailing out on lunch to write a story!"
"Sorry!" Kirsten jumped up, and made her way over at the same time Angela and Wren did. She followed her friends down the stairs, as she finished writing the last line of the poem.
You will lose at this unending game
BeBe I am not making Kirsten a depressing character, she writes those poems to keep from being depressing. Anyway, I forgot to say at the top, but I don't own Teen Titans or any poem that'll be used in this story.
The twelve words poem (it has no name) belongs to L.J Smith who put it in her book "Witchlight" a Night World Novel
Angel of Darkness belongs to Tyler David Bohne