Traitor Part 1
A group of villains slid silently through the black night. They clung to the shadows as they swept through the unassuming streets of Jump City. The man in front turned to face the T-shaped tower twinkling in the distance. A smirk stretched across his face.
"We're back."
Lucky sped through the city until she stood on a gangway overlooking an empty warehouse. Sighing, she pulled out her communicator and flipped it open.
"Calling all Titans. This is Lucky and I have arrived in warehouse numero 4." She says, disinterest filling her voice. A sudden static filled voice filters through the communicator.
"What about Evan?"
"Hold that thought." She says, pushing another button on the communicator.
"Evan? Evan, where are you?" She calls into the device. There are a few moments of crackling before he replies.
"Lost." Her eyes widen.
"What?" She demands. She hears a sigh.
"Yeah, I think I'm lost. I can't tell one warehouse from another." Lucky closed her eyes and tried to quell her frustration. Her communicator begins beeping angrily and she stabs the proper button.
"What?" She snaps.
"Uh, you never answered if you found Evan." Carolanne's voice says.
"He's lost." There is a pause before Carolanne responds.
"Lost? But Russ said he dropped him off right in front of the warehouse." Lucky let out a sigh of frustration and looked out a nearby window. And surely enough, there stood a confused looking Evan.
"Crisis averted. The moron is standing right outside." Lucky tells Carolanne.
"Good. The rest of us are all in position. If you find anything, report in. I repeat report in, do not engage. Understood?" Lucky rolls her eyes.
"Yes sir! Honestly are you my mother? If I run into to any suspicious personnel, you'll be the first to know I promise." She says dryly.
"Actually, you should probably call Russell. He's closest." Carolanne replies.
"Right. Definitely. I'll phone him up." Lucky can hear noise from the communicator before Carolanne speaks.
"Whoops. Sorry, gotta go. Bruce's spandex just got caught on something. Bye." Lucky snorts as she imagines Bruce's predicament before sticking her head out the window.
"Oi, Evan! In here, you dolt!" Evan turns to look at her but apparently moves to quickly and falls over. Lucky rolls her eyes before descending to the floor. Evan arrives panting slightly.
"Sorry. I was confused." Lucky rolls her eyes.
"No, really?" She replies sarcastically. Evan looks around the warehouse.
"I already checked. No one's here." Evan nods and takes a step forward. He lets out a gasp of pain and bends over, clutching at his chest. Lucky turns away from him. When she turns back he has straightened up, though he is still clutching his chest and his face is a shade paler than before. Lucky frowns at him.
"Perfect. I'm stuck with the cripple." She mutters. Evan opens his mouth to respond but once again clutches his chest, his face blanching even more than before. He bites down on his lip, screwing up his face and shutting his eyes. The wave of agony seems to pass and he lets out a whoosh of air. He continues clutching his chest when he looks at her. She frowns angrily.
"You shouldn't be here! You're obviously still hurt! You should've stayed at the Tower! Instead I' m stuck babysitting you and hoping you don't do something stupid and end up getting shot again!" She shouts. Evan nods.
"I'm sorry. You're right. I should've stayed and got another healing session from Mark. I just wanted to help." He says his voice hoarse.
"Help? How on Earth are you going to help! You can't even walk without writhing in pain! You put the both of us in danger with your idiocy!" He nods before swaying slightly. He closes his eyes and takes a few deep breaths but it doesn't seem to help. He shakes his head as if to clear it and then collapses. Lucky grimaces. He'd been having fainting spells ever since he's gotten himself shot. She steps towards him when she stops. What was...? She spins around just as something shoots through the spot she had been standing in. She continues her spin, smashing her fist into the person standing there. They stumble back and fall and Lucky gets a look at them.
It is a boy, perhaps a year older than her. He is dressed in spandex with a helmet/hat thing on his head with a giant eye covering the top of his face. She looks then at what he shot at her. It's a giant eye! Not a real one, of course, but still, it's creepy. She looks back at the boy on the floor. Who is this freak? Well it doesn't really matter; she still has to call it in. She reaches for her communicator and only just manages to dodge the fist aimed at her head. She doesn't stop running. Instead she is half way to Russell's factory, on her way to get him, when her heart stops.
Evan...
Where is he? Where the hell is he? Where the freaking hell is he?
Her parents were going to kill her. They were going to freaking murder her. She had lost Evan. Damn it! Where is he? He has to be here. He has to be! She licked her lips, her palms growing sweaty with fear. Damn, damn, damn, damn! She was panicking. Completely and totally. Her heart was pounding in her throat and she was pretty sure she couldn't breathe.
Where is he? Damn it all! Evan! I have to find you, I have to... Oh God, oh God, oh God... Where is he?
And then...
Pain.
All there was was pain.
Brenden knew. He didn't know how, but he knew. He knew something terrible was about to happen. And then he felt it. A wave of pure, white hot agony crashed into him. His knees buckled and his vision blurred as he fell forward with a crash. He lay there, writhing and convulsing as wave after wave of pain slammed into him with such vigour and force. Someone was screaming. Everything was white. He couldn't see, he couldn't think. Spasms of torment shook him. Was he in hell? Was this his eternal punishment?
A bright flash of pink. It was everywhere. The whole world was a bright flash of pink.
Russell sighed and looked out at the empty warehouse. Well this was a bust. The shrill beep of his communicator jolted him out of his reverie. Peering down at it he saw that he had two new messages. Two automatic distress calls. One from Lucky and one from Mar'i.
Not so much a bust after all.
Carolanne screamed and grabbed her head as she fell.
"Brenden!"
"Carolanne? What are you doing? Get up!"
Brenden!
Ror'i stared in confusion. One second Mark had been gliding along in front of her and now he was lying on the floor, rolling around.
"Mark?" He didn't respond. He thrashed about and she continued to stare.
Shockingly emerald eyes bored into her own, fingers gripped her wrists tightly; grey lips moved slowly, one whispered word playing against her ear drums.
"Brenden..."
Wally West tossed his keys onto the counter and headed towards the fridge for a snack. He pulled out a jar and began wrestling with it in his attempt to open it.
It was only seconds later that a female scream was heard followed by the smash of glass on the floor.
"You're going to pay. You're going to pay for what you did to us, you filthy traitor. You're going to suffer. You and everyone you care about are going to suffer for an eternity."
Are you confused? Good, you should be. Sorry this took so long to post, writer's block is evil. Next part will be up as soon as I can manage.