Short chapter, cuz iI can.

I looked at the Traffic Graph for my FFs, and a BUNCH of people from at least 7 different countries have checked out 'Trail of Dark Shadows', which made me estactic! I mean, seriously! I didnt realize that people HALFWAY ACROSS THE WORLD would even bother reading my crap, but they do! You do! Thanks SOOO MUCH! My old Black Spy FF didnt even get that popular! So Thanks! I love you all!

DISCLAIMER: I dont own the Teen Titans, just everyone's favorite group of killers: the Zodiacs!

Chapter 8: Retribution

Something was wrong with the Teen Titans. A murder had occured just last night and there were no investigations like before. Jump City didn't pay it any mind, though. But soon, the next one happened, and the next one, and the next one... all in one day! The targets were the usual: criminals and ex-criminals. But no one felt safe. The next night they locked their doors, drawn their curtains, and slept next to guns and other various weapons. Jail and prison security tripled, making sure that nothing gets in or out.

However, they always got in.

Punk Rocket was waiting for his dinner by the barred window. He'd heard the rumors of the Criminal Killer, the Justice Desserts, whatever his name was, and didn't believe a word they said. He'd been on the verge of permanently short-circuiting the lousy lug, Cyborg! He will leave that murderer wishing he'd never even heard of the term 'killing'!

A guard pushed a plate of faux food through the bars. "Eat up, Rocket!" he said before adding in a whisper, "This meal could be your last." The guard laughed and walked away, leaving Punk Rocket to eat his crumby meal in peace. When he bent over to pick up his tray, he'd noticed that the guard's shadow had been left behind.

"Oy! You've left your-" Punk Rocket had begun to call out when he'd realized that it was impossible to leave your own shadow behind. He yelled a swear word when the shadow moved upward to the form of a fourteen year old girl.

"Who are you?" Rocket asked, not letting his fear show, but, then again, what was there to be afraid of? A fourteen year old girl wearing all black? The shadows hiding her face from the world? Maybe the cat paw gauntlet she was wearing glinting in that dangerous way, or maybe it was glinting silver knife that still had stains of blood from today's victims...

"Who the bloody heck are you?" Rocket asked again.

"Your excecutioner." the girl stated simply. Rocket's eyes widened in realization.

"You're that murderer that makes us criminals look bad?" he asked, stunned.

"Correction: I'm the murderer who will bring the world justice." an unreal voice laced with shadows emanated from the girl. Her gauntlet flashed dangerously. "Retribution, has come for you, Punk Rocket. Time to meet your maker." The knife she was holding flew straight into Punk Rocket's heart. A warm sensation came from his chest as the blood soaked his orange prison uniform. His legs fell out from under him, and he hit the ground face-first, driving the knife through his body so that the razor-sharp tip poked out from his back.
The girl kneeled down beside Rocket as a wave of black threatened to pull him under. She leaned close and whispered in his ear, "The rumors are false, you know. There are twelve of us, all seeking the filthy blood of criminals, all hungry for justice..." She paused. "I tell you this because this knowledge serves you no purpose as of now." The girl's sadistic, twisted smile was the last thing Punk Rocket had seen before he died.


Libra ripped her silver knife out of Punk Rocket's corpse. She flicked the blood off of it before tossing the body over her shoulder. A shadow pooled around her, swallowing her form until she herself became the shadow. Libra slithered out the cell window. The only traces left of the murder was the few drops of blood shaped in the Libra Zodiac sign.