Authors Note: Okay Peeps, for those of you who can't wait to see what might happen in my sequel "Smells like Teen Spirit" hence the chapter title, then this is a little bit from the story. Please, I would be more than happy if you checked out my new story. Thanks
Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans
…Smells Like Teen Spirit…
"What is wrong with you? You could have killed them when you had the chance… no, no. Father told me I must find myself, who I was destined to be." Poor Malchior pulled the ends of his long snowy white hair in frustration.
Murder, he had thought of that impossible word ever since he had left Hell, his father, and his doomed past. His mind was beginning to play horrid unnecessary tricks on him. He could no longer sleep over the issue, he felt as if he had nothing else better to do in his life, it was all he ever really thought about. Before he knew it, his mind was slowly dividing into two halves. One of good, kind and pure thoughts, the other was filled with carnage, evil, and daunting things he never imagined of thinking about.
He paced the aisles of the empty library, he had asked for many opinions about this unstable condition of his, but agreed with no one.
Malchior had to find out himself. He searched high and low for a reasonable answer but found nothing. He leaned his tired body against the shelf and slumped lazily to the cold tile floor.
"It's impossible to find anything in here!" He moaned, rubbing his forehead.
He heard a shushing noise in the distance, it seemed he wasn't alone after all. He turned to where it echoed from and gladly stuck out his middle finger. He shook his head and looked down, but he happened to notice a thin white book peeping out near his pale neck.
"Hello, what's this?" his curiosity sparked.
The front cover was bare and blank, the title on the side was scratched off. He flipped open the cover and found a summery on the side. His attention was caught, it explained everything, it appeared to understand him.
His smile broadened as he continued and flipped through the pages merrily, until he passed a page with dark bold letters, but something inside him dared him not to look back. But he did anyways and sulked at what he found, "Multiple Personality Disorders".
He was furious, he slammed the book closed and hurled it across the room and into the child section. It hit a shelf and knocked over a few books.
"You had better be picking those up, you!" the bitter voice of the librarian came to his ears like an annoying persistent child, making him wince.
He rolled his eyes and got up, shuffling his ways toward the children section. He bent down and began to place the books in his arms, he shoved them carelessly into the shelf and one slipped and fell out of his arms. It hit the floor and opened up, his electric blue eyes were glued to the picture he found. Something in his gut churned awfully, his mind offered a disturbing unwanted thought. He picked the book up and continued to stare.
"Remarkable creature, you are." He said.
He ran his fingers down the page and ripped out the picture, stuffing it into his pocket and walked out of the book store unnoticed.
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"Oh, dude this is so cool!" Garfield dropped his suitcases and looked up at the towering ceiling.
"I must admit Tim, this was the best idea you've thought of yet." Raven dropped her bags as well.
Kori and Victor followed Gar, as he adventured into this enormous giant 'T' for a home.
"Ummm, do you want me to hold your bags for you, Kori… they must be getting heavy?" Tim, being the gentlemen he always was, politely asked.
"Well… they are quite light if you would ask me. But since you insist?" She handed him her large duffle bags with ease as Tim struggled to balance them.
"Thank you." She giggled.
"Y-your welcome… K-Kori." Said, Tim.
"I get to pick my room first!" Gar raced to the elevator.
"Not if I beat you, shortstop!" he sprinted after him.
"Hey, you guys… this place is still under construction. Just be careful of what you're doing okay?" Tim inquired.
"Ahhhhhh!" Garfield squealed, sliding into a stack of cans of open grey paint.
"Never, listen." Tim shook his head.
"HAHAHA! Look who's the tin man now!" Victor mocked, pointing at Garfield in which had a can stuck on his head.
"Hey! It's dark in here! Help, get this thing off, I can't breathe!" He turned into numerous animals, trying to shake off the paint can.
"Hold still, Gar let me get this off." The sound of Raven's voice calmed him down as she yanked off the canister with her powers.
"Phew, thanks Rae. I owe you one." He began to wipe off his wet face.
"This is most delightful! The 'but whooping' as you would say was enjoyable to know that the people we saved was kind enough to offer a home of our own." Kori took off her jean jacket.
"Yeah, tell me about it." Victor sat down on the brand new sofa.
Raven dazed off into nowhere, her head had been hurting ever since she woke up it was becoming unbearable. She began to sweat… and she was paler than ever before, she felt like sleeping for an eternity.
"You okay Rae, you don't look so good?" Garfield asked, touching her forehead looking for signs of a fever or cold.
"No, I'm fine… really… I… am." Her eyes closed and her knee's buckled beneath her.
"Whoa!" Gar slipped his hands around her waist, catching her before she fell.
"You guys! Help, something's wrong with Raven!" He dropped to the floor with her cradled in his lap.
"What happened?" Tim urgently asked.
Suddenly without warning Raven's entire world went black…
Alright, so if you're interested in what happens next look for "Smells like Teen Spirit" under Romance/Action Adventure. Or if you guys are too lazy to look for it just click on my username and look for it there. Once again, thanks for reading it. There's plenty more where that came from.
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