Chapter Seven
Tears unwillingly streamed down my face. I told myself that it was the wind whipping through my eyes causing me to cry, not the Titans; because I've should've known by now not to trust anyone. And now they know it too.
I felt invaded and abused, even though they never laid a finger on me. But I also felt... Betrayed. I mean I shouldn't, I've only known them what- 2, maybe 3 days? But they were the closest thing I've ever had to friends... and a family.
But I couldn't get past the horrified looks on their faces as they watched my memories. I laughed but it sounded broken. They didn't even see the worst.
The vines were starting to give me rugburn, I've never moved so fast using them before. But I kept going despite the pain.
"Who cares," I thought bitterly, "The sun could heal me later." I soon ran out of the park to hide through and slowed down. I dropped off my vine and tumbled neatly onto the sidewalk, earning me a few glances. I quickly stood up straight and started fast-walking away. I had a slight limp, even though I was probably left in the sun for hours, my leg that was shot still hurt. I tried not to look suspicious while walking, but I still was getting stared at left and right.
"My clothes," I realized suddenly, "they're still my old ones."
They looked completely disgusting and they looked... rotten. Ew, what was once pristine white was now a darkish green with splashes of black and brown mixed in.
"First things first," I thought a bit worried, "I need new clothing." After a few searching hours, I found a thrift shop. The bell jingled forlornly as I stepped hesitantly inside. No-one looked up as I walked cautiously inside. My footsteps echoed in the store as soft music played. It felt eerie and definitely creepy. I walked over to the shirt aisle and looked through the rack. I found a baggy blue shirt and checked the price: 1 dollar. I grabbed it and held it in my hands. Now pants and a jacket. The shoes I had on looked generic and they were fairly clean, unlike the nasty white uniform I had on. I walked down the pants aisle and picked out denim overalls, at least if I get skinnier, my pants can still stay on. It was 2.50. Lastly, I got a dark grey jacket. It all added up to 6 dollars. I walked up to the counter and dumped my clothes on it. The cashier looked up at me from his magazine. He quickly shoved it away, but not before I noticed the words PlayBoy written across the top. What was that?
He looked me up as down and whistled lowly, "Damn what the hell happened to you?"
I grinned sheepishly and lied, "I was making a video with my friends and someone stole my clothes before I could change back into them. They're waiting outside, probably laughing their asses off." I grinned and rolled my eyes, sort of proud if the lie I just produced. He laughed and rang up the clothes. " That explains your hair and the paint you have all over you. That must of sucked getting put on." I remembered that most people don't have pink hair and green skin and nodded. "Six bucks ma'am." I patted my pockets and the tinkle of change greeted me. On the way here, I found some coins in the gutter and scraped them out. But before that, before I even met the Titans, I found some money. I had, right now, 3.75.
I groaned and he looked at me with sympathy. "Not enough money?" I nodded and he said, "It's on me, pretty lady." He winked and I faked a smile.
He paid and I thanked him. I left without another word. I changed in an alley and let plants take my clothes into the earth, where I'd never see them again. I walked out and shivered, the jacket wasn't warm enough.
It was nighttime and the shadows seemed to follow me with every step I took. I sat down exhausted by the side of a building. I looked up at Jump City's skyline and saw the T standing proudly in the horizon. For some reason I thought of Cyborg. There was no doubt in my mind that I liked him more than the others. He was actually kind, and he seemed like he cared for me. Why, I don't know, but I seemed to care for him too; even though he betrayed me. I can't believe that they went into my mind; have they no decency? I still felt Raven's presence even though she has long gone exited it. Wait, did she? I closed my eyes and concentrated, searching. When nothing felt unfamiliar I relaxed. Better to be safe than sorry. Now I was on the run from two groups. Fantastic. I swallowed and my throat felt dry., I really need water.
I stood up envigorated by my new quest and started walking around again. I put my hands in the pockets of my jacket, vainly trying to warm them against the chill of the night's air. It was no use. The farther I walked, the colder I got. My toes felt like blocks of ice. But thankfully, in the distance I could see a fire in a trash can. Figures huddled around it with their hands held over the flames. I walked cautiously over the group, the weeds in the cracks of the pavements wiggling nervously as I controlled them accidentally. As I got closer, I saw it was just a bunch of hobos, their faces concealed by the shadows the fire cast. I saw a jug of water beside one and my mouth watered.
"Uh, excuse me, can I join you three?" I whispered nervously. They nodded in unison, one of them grumbling a yeah. I put my hands over the fire and looked down. I peaked through my lashes, trying to get a glimpse of their faces, but to no avail could I see them; the shadows were to heavy.
"Sooo… whats up?" I said lamely. They ignored me and continued to stare at the flames, oblivious to my attempts at a conversation.
"Okay then," I said finally. Then, many things happened at once. Two automobiles screeched around the corner, one a van, and the other a familiar car. At the same time, the three men leaped at me, there faces now illuminated. They were agents. I screamed.
Familiar faces piled out of the car, Cyborg, Robin, Raven, Beast Boy and Starfire looked up at me as I started fighting off the agents. They rushed to help but more intercepted them; soon they were surrounded in a fight of their own.
I felt my bone crack as an agents twisted it out from under me. "CYBORG!" I screamed. They dog piled me and I felt myself sinking into the earth.
"What the hell?" I thought terrified. The last thing I heard was my name being screamed out.
"HESTER!"
Author here! Sorry my stories haven't been updated recently, I've literally been so busy. I'll try to post more faster :D Review, review, review! Make sure to check out New Dimensions too!
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