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"Are We Still a Team?" The Sequel to "Are We Still an Us?"
A Teen Titan fanfiction story by Lar Lindor
Chapter Seven: "May I see your ID, please?"
"Ugh," she grunted, and thought, "Where am I now?" Raven looked around. She was bound in chains, but that was no big deal.
"Azabar-Metropolitus-Zebras," she chanted. What the hell was that? Did that come from her mouth? She shook her head, trying to get rid of the cob webs.
She was in a small cell of sorts. The heroine was lying on the floor. Her buttocks hurt, as did her left shoulder. She'd bent shot there, she recalled. Testing herself, she tried to move her limbs just a little.
"Vy tan't ah bove?" she asked herself. (Why can't I move?)
The wall in front of her featured one of those flat televisions. Suddenly, the set came on by itself. A person in two toned blue with red eyes appeared on the set. The words appeared below his face-similar to closed caption.
[By the way, the mute villain has learned to read lips well. That's why he can understand Raven's slurred language. Obviously, our lady hero is drugged as well as chained.
"Greetings Raven, it has been a long time" (typed).
"Id Ickid," she snarled. "by mam ah tear?" (Kyd Wykkyd, why am I here?)
"You remember me. I'm glad," he typed. "Call me Mr. Wykkyd now."
"Bear is jure ittle gurl tend, agel?" she asked. (Where is your little girl friend, Angel?) He can understand me. Let's see if he can read my mind.
"Hey Wykkyd, Phantasm called. She wants her mask back, you loser," she thought.
"Angel is in prison, probably. Let's talk about you, though," the screen read.
"Les not an zay wee dit," she sulked. (Let's not and say we did). He didn't respond. He cannot really read minds.
"I saw you on TV. I was impressed by the way you took down that moron Dr. Light," the words appeared.
"Ah culdah giben ju da wedsigh for my van club," she tried. Slowly her speech was improving. (I could've given you the website for my fan club).
"Humorous, Raven. I wish to do to you what you did to Light. I'm taking your powers, and adding them to mine."
Raven smiled. "He thinks my mantra and my powers are connected," she thought. "That's why he gave me something to mess up my speech. Others had made the same mistake. The mantra helped her focus, but she didn't strictly need it. Her powers surrounded her chains, and ripped them apart. Then the door blew off its hinges.
Before he could react, she did two things. She healed her shoulder wound, and then broke the paralysis effect on her body. Her powers were far greater then her enemies realized. Her violet eyes glared angrily at her old foe.
"Ullo, Wykkyd," she snarled. (Hello, Wykkyd).
The blue clad man stood. He dropped his ever-present keyboard in his surprise.
She used her powers to wrap the chains around him. He countered by teleporting away. Scowling, he attacked her with a side kick. She blocked, and returned the kick. Now it was his turn to block.
He used his powers to create a dimension. It pulled at Raven like a Dark Hole on a space ship. She concentrated, and teleported behind her foe. He turned around just in time to receive her tiny fist on his masked nose. There was a cracking sound, and blood splattered within his mask. The dimension faded, as he lost his concentration.
"I need a new strategy," Wykkyd thought. "Hopefully before she kicks my ass." The blood was oozing back his face. He could taste it, and feel it dripping down his chin.
Utilizing one of his better spells, he created a dark shadowy version of himself, and sent it to attack Raven. She created a pulsating light version of herself, and sent it to counter his attack. The dark and light beings cancelled each other out.
The light from Raven made the villain's eyes blink. When his vision was clear, he desperately looked around for his foe. This was the first time Raven had utilized Doctor Light's old powers. She copied his ability to bend light, effectively making herself invisible.
Mr. Wykkyd was frightened now. Was she gone, or just invisible? Wait, he could feel something or someone.
"Yes," he realized, "she is still here."
The former H.I.V.E. member still had tricks to play. He could turn himself into a living dimension door. It was a bit of a strain, but it was necessary. The witch girl (as he called her) may be his last opportunity to be a major player. He needed her powers. Now he concentrated on pulling all living beings into himself. This way he could absorb Raven, and, (theoretically) absorb her powers as well.
Raven grew dark tentacles. They latched themselves onto the doorframe of her former prison. Anchored against being absorbed (for now), she sent more tentacles at her foe. She had a hunch about his powers. One of her magically created appendages grabbed his cape, and ripped it off of him.
The maelstrom ceased. Her hunch had been corrected. His dimension-making power was contained in his cape. She teleported the cape to her FBI office. Maybe she could use it to "entertain" the budget committee. She'd love to send them to another dimension-preferably a hideous one.
Wykkyd gulped. Now he couldn't create dimensions or teleport. He doubted he could match Raven without those abilities.
"Fight or flee?" he asked himself.
"You're totally outclassed, Blue Boy," she mocked. "Give it up."
The villain was genuinely afraid. The special weapon was supposed to keep her paralyzed for up to 24 hours. Obviously, it had failed, at least in the long run. He had one ace to play yet. Kitten had left him the gun that had stopped Raven. Perhaps it would succeed again.
Wykkyd grabbed the special gun and pointed it at the magical woman. Her eyes opened wide as she remembered the effects of this weapon. She presumed (correctly) this was the same gun which had stopped her before.
Her magical foe smiled triumphantly. Wykkyd pointed the gun at her head and pulled the trigger. He had failed to notice the dark tendril of magic she had sent to block up the gun's barrel. The weapon exploded, and the energy imploded. The former H.I.V.E. student took the blow full in the face.
The man clawed at his ruined visage. Blisters formed, but they weren't the worse. He had third degree burns on his cheeks. He was also blind in his right eye. His face was permanently scarred. He dropped to the floor-paralyzed. Raven used her powers to destroy what was left of the gun.
"I'll send an ambulance for you, Wykkyd," she addressed him. "Then what's left will go to prison if I can help it. The FBI owns your ass from now on."
Raven was true to her word. The ambulance came quickly, along with an FBI agent or two to guard him. She searched Wykkyd's place, and confiscated all the magical books and symbols. She'd study the items at her convenience.
She finally had time to worry about her boyfriend and her old teammates. Someone had taken her Titan communicator from her, unfortunately. She settled for Wykkyd's lap top.
First order of business was to call Oracle. She needed data. Then she'd plan her actions.
Raven: Oracle?
Oracle: Raven? U ok? Where r u?
Raven: Fine, ty. Winchester, VA. Beat up old foe named Kyd Wykkyd. How r my friends?
Oracle: C-T has them all. I located his HQ (Baltimore) an hour ago. Sent 2 Birds to help.
Raven: ty. Need address in Baltimore. How can I help?
Oracle: Notify FBI. Local police notified. (Address sent)
Raven: ty again. Raven out.
The violet haired woman frowned. She couldn't teleport blindly, and she wasn't familiar with Baltimore at all. A quick call to Terry (with an agent's cell), and a helicopter was on the way to take Raven to Maryland.
Sorry, readers. The mysterious voice at C-T's headquarters must remain a secret until next chapter.