Hey everybody! I'm back!
I had a HUGE writer's block and the fact that the regimental ball (a ball for kids in a military program from my school) and the Gonzaga game (the rival school whose mascot is an eagle) are both coming soon didn't help at all…
So sorry if anyone wants to kill me right now, but here's the 6th chapter!
Disclaimer: I own the plot, the OCs, and a delicious cookie. But I don't own any Original Character or the mascot for my school. Mmm… as soon as my world domination plan kicks in, I'll possess both!
Alert: if you're offended by any thought that might be thought, it is the character's opinion!
Also, thanks to all who reviewed!
Colombe turned in her bed, unable to find sleep. Yes, she was sensing other peoples' dreams, and yes, some weren't exactly fields of lilies. She got up, and made her way out to the hallway, soft gray nightgown on her shoulders. Phasing through walls in dark portals, the dreaded feelings stopped little by little. Upon entering her the kitchen-which was organized quite differently from the American Tower, mind you-, she stumbled on Janvier's lightning, and, managing with great efforts to retain a curse word, massaged her foot. After five or ten minutes, the pain had stopped and she made her way to the couch, which had been chosen by Cyborg and Justice for the great comfort it offered. She sat, or more exactly fell, on the great piece of furniture. At the moment where she drifted off to sleep, she could have sworn that someone was near her, but it wasn't horrible, it was a comforting presence, and when she couldn't think anymore, when her thoughts became too blurry, she could have bet her life that someone took her hand.
Beast Boy was confused. He knew he had never…gone down to it with Terra, but he couldn't say for sure. Either way, he couldn't break up with her. Cyborg has made him watch too many soap operas (who knew that the robot-man was addicted to these things?), and he knew that if he did, he was going to be abducted by aliens a second time, or he was going to discover that he was supposed to die of cancer soon. Lying in his bed, he thought about life, the upcoming Christmas, and the fact that he lost his… gift, for lack of a better word, to the blonde geomancer. Even if he told his friends about his parents, he didn't tell anybody about his ideas on life. Sex was for him the act of love that two persons (or more, depending on how much love some persons have to give) decided to show to one another what was in their hearts. That was the idea behind the fact that he never made dirty jokes, whatever way anybody could interpret the stupid sayings he had. When you had sex, you trusted someone with your body, and that was what made one-night-stands so funny to him. So, a hoe had a lot of trust to give, right?
Somewhere on the American East Coast, a French teenager hid herself from rotten tomatoes due to Beast Boy's lack of sense.
Anyhow, he was going to be responsible, no matter what others were going to say. He was going to be a man, stay with Terra, ask her to marry him, and watch over the child. Marry her. For an indefinable reason, the thought of marrying the girl made his hair on his neck stand, and a bitter taste come to his mouth. Instead, he found himself thinking about Raven, the old one he knew, and of Colombe, the new Raven. He did not think the same of the two. He had this familiarity to the first, but didn't know what to think of the second. The first one gave him this sense of family, which he had searched for so long. The second was brand new, but did not seem as familiar as the Titans were to him when they had met. He decided that he would see what would happen, and that also he liked Océane, Garance, and Janvier. Justice was an odd human, and the two didn't like each other very much. Beast Boy sighed, and Garfield Mark Logan went to sleep.
A shadow finally moved from behind a curtain, and, moving quickly, let out a sigh.
Madame Rouge, the plan risks failing now because of the new arrivals!
No, Mon ami, it makess it eazyer. Call Slade, ze American one. I haf a propozition he cannot refuze…
Justice got up, and made his bed. A long day had come, but after five hours of sleep, he was good to go. He heard a noise, and ran up to the kitchen. He saw a form, and immediately recognized it. Colombe. He went to her, and felt a certain sadness. He knew, from body language, that someone from before had hurt her, and that someone was either the green one, or the Geomancer. He had decided that he was going to protect her. She seemed so…broken when the two others had come. He was going to stick up to her, and be the guy whom she would run to when she was hurt, and, possibly, the guy whom she would want to be with. He had high expectations, yes, but he always had been ambitious. Even when he had roamed the deep waters with his sister, he had been reprimanded by the Master for his plans. But the Master didn't matter anymore. He was here with the team, and he was going to help them. He noticed Colombe was falling asleep, and took her hand. Instinct, his sister would have called it, but he knew better. He sighed, and picked the girl up bridal style to carry her back to her room.
When he passed through many and various obstacles, he got to her door. He opened it, and put her on her bed. As he was going out, he sensed two eyes on him. He turned around, and met the eyes of the green one. A growl escaped one's lips. He wasn't sure who did it. But it happened, and suddenly, he saw a flash of sweet green, more like a tail.
Wait a minute. A tail? More exactly a monkey tail.
What were you doing?
The way the American said those words made his skin curl up, and his blood boil. He decided to make him suffer a little. He seemed to be attached to Colombe, even if he had hurt her.
Well, what do you think I would do at one in the morning with my girlfriend?
Your… your girlfriend?
Yes, my girlfriend. You know, you weren't awake when she agreed to be. Anyway, see you tomorrow.
Janvier walked away quickly, thinking about a way to get Colombe to agree. Heck, how about he asks her for real?
Beast Boy sat, or more exactly fell, on the ground and cried. A voice sounded in his head.
Let me out, boy. You will feel better.
He couldn't stop crying, and didn't respond to the voice.
Well, thank you, boy.
The Beast rose, and tore through the wall separating it from outside, and ran into the town.