So, here is the newest chapter of Came Home. It was getting late at night when I was writing this, so I'm sorry if it is horrible. Never mind that, I hope you enjoy and review.
Just as a reminder... This Wednesday, there will be a new series, Questions, and this Saturday there will be a collaboration I did with another writer posted called Riddle Wars.
Disclaimer: While I do claim that I try to make every disclaimer I write different and unique, I can't claim that I own Teen Titans.
Came Home
Capture
"Look at this! The kid's leaving, and he's walking right into my hands! I hope he can stomach all friends he is about to meet. You know what time it is?"
Cries of pain from a voice too hoarse to even speak echoed about.
"IT IS TIME TO OPEN THE GATES OF HELL. Literally! I open the gates to the demons below, I open the gates to the gangs above, to the uncle, to the Order, the Brotherhood, and to everyone else who wants to play!"
The cries rose in both pain and protest.
"Wakey wakey boys and girls, it's time to play… Wakey wakey."
The clear day soon turned south. Clouds filled the sky to near pitch black. Rain and hail pounded down on every surface. Wind blasted away at every person, literally making a Mary Poppins look-a-like fly away. All in all, it looked to be a storm, and a bad one too. Yet this did not deter Beast Boy. He had been walking down the street, gloom infecting every thought, as he trudged down the street.
He did not care that he was being pelted by hail, nor rain. He did not care that he was lifted off the ground, multiple time, by the wind. He even didn't care when some beautiful woman invited him into their home, to be sheltered from the storm. All he cared about was his previous actions. He had insulted Starfire. Kicking various ill and wounded kittens, babies, and puppies all over the city would've been nowhere near as bad as that.
Starfire was the closest thing he had to a sister. She was practically the only family he had, much less tolerate. Sure Rita was kind, but she never helped him when he needed it. There would be no apology strong enough to remove his guilt, there was no punishment harsh enough to do justice, and there was no hope that he would be forgiven, by himself nor her.
He had called her a freak! And he practically was the king of freaks and weirdoes. There was no reason for him to act so harshly. He was cruel, put blankly. And he knew a thing or two about cruelty.
"Hey kid, watch where you're going." A coarse voice complained. Beast Boy, trapped in his somber thoughts hadn't been paying attention to his surroundings, had bumped into someone while taking a shortcut through an alley. "Hey kid, didn't you hear me?" The man's irritation only grew, "Hey! Kid!" he shouted once more. Yet Beast Boy did not respond. Silence roamed into the confrontation, creating a long pause.
The man broke the silence, cruelly and creepily, with a dark laugh. Beast Boy, becoming slightly frightened, bared his fangs in a snarl, finally noticing the man. "Do you recognize me?" The man asked, malicious humour bleeding into his voice. Beast Boy, his snarl becoming louder, nodded. "Well then… I guess the ark will rise then…"
"Are we agreed? Is this final? Is The Order in unison?" A speaker question. Within the Jump City dump, a crowd had gathered. The speaker, a man cloaked in black, stood on the dying earth. Encompassing him were hundreds of other people, cloaked in white, all sitting on various pieces of trash. Together, the audience all mumbled comments of agreement.
"Then it is settled. We will prevent the dark rising. The Order is done, and the time is nearly here. Be gone." With a flick of a wrist, the entire crowd vanished into a puff of smoke, leaving the speaker alone. The speaker, tall and deep voiced, prowled to dump, planning and bidding his time…
"Dawn will be the end, and dusk will be our beginning. We just need Mr. L. to arrive…"
"So, Mr. Slade, we have a deal, no?" Belched out a filthy lawyer. "Yes, Mr Galtry. WE have a deal. You get your prize, and I get the rest. No backing down, or running away, until we have completed our goals." Slade stated, only just keeping the air of smugness at bay. The yellowed toothy grin of the corrupted lawyer was met with a blank glare from the other man.
The dim lights started to flicker, making walking in the warehouse dangerous. The dusty floors, lined with cracks, held no boxes or packaging. The grey walls, rusting away, creaked in the harsh wind. Slade and Galtry stood face to face, each ready to off the other. "You know… I think I'll have fun working with you." The grin beneath Slade's bi-coloured mask was obvious.
Outside of Jump sped a cluster of ebony vans, each holding heavily armed gang members. Each man, brown teeth bared, had a single thought in his head. A profit by any means necessary, but then there was a fortune. A fortune brought upon them, and many others, by a slave the sold long ago. And now he was ripe for the picking. He will be their property once more, till he dies.
That was a guarantee.
"So, where is he?" Robin asked, both irritated and worried. "I'm trying my best to find him. He's just not here!" Cyborg protested. "I know he isn't in the tower!" Robin fired, mask narrowed in anger. "Not in the tower, Bird Brain! I meant not in Jump." Cyborg was defending himself against the immortal and unstoppable force of Robin's wrath, and losing terribly. "Strike that, not in any known location on earth." Cyborg corrected, after checking a beeping from the central computer.
"What do you mean 'Not in any known location?" Robin questioned and mocked, to which Cyborg was slightly offended to. "I mean, that his signal can't reach us. We would have received a signal if his communicator was shut off or damaged, which means that there is nothing wrong on his side, and there is something wrong with us. That is unless…" Cyborg was unwilling to continue.
"Unless the signal cannot reach us." Raven interjected from the doorway, scaring both Robin and Cyborg. "Yo! Where did you come from?" Cyborg asked. "I finished comforting Star, so I decide to come over here and say goodnight. But you two idiots had to start spying on Beast boy." Both Robin and Cyborg looked undignified by Raven's monotone statement. "Would you rather not know that he went missing?" Robin inquired, an angry foot tapping starting.
Darkness.
Darkness everywhere.
Ink flowed through the space around the green teen and the curled child. Around them there was nothing, no light, no ground, or water. Only darkness. The kid's hair, a golden blond, hid his pale face. A white shirt and pants dressed him, to what looked like his discomfort.
"Hello, is anybody there?" The green teen asked to the void around him. There was no response.