Okay, here's the last part before Part 2, and I seriously must warn you again, that nastiness is ahead. Jeez, why did I write that! And I'm sorry for not updating in a long time but my stupid internet connection barely lets me on anymore. Anywho thank you to Heathen Requiem, Bert the Nomad and Harleen Quinzell for hanging with me on this. It means so much! Again, nastiness beware!

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Plasmus fell to his hands and knees, breathing heavily. Gypsie and Dean held their hands together as their powers began to mix. This final attack would finish him. Beast Babe watched her friends as they got ready to fire when they heard the sound of breaking rocks. The two looked down as a large fissure opened up underneath their feet they fell down into the darkness below. Gypsie grabbed onto Dean's hand as she began to fly only to have a large rock come crashing down on them. Dean cried out as he grabbed onto Gypsie and they disappeared into the darkness. Beast Babe watched helplessly as she clung to the inside of the opening when she heard footsteps. She looked up with a startled gasp to see Terrance standing on the edge and looking down on her.

'I'm sorry to say, this but I don't give out goodbye kisses,' he sneered, and Beast Babe found her voice.

'Terrance, please, you can't,' she whispered, and he remembered his little episode on the tower roof. He had remembered the fear he felt as he seen Terra look down on him like that with so much cruelty on her uncaring face, but that was then, and this was now.

'Just try and stop me,' he answered coldly, and closed the opening.

'Terrance!' Beast Babe pleaded as she reached for him, but he ignored her as the opening closed completely. It was done.

Terrance left the chemical plant after sending Plasmas back down a certain drain. He would be arriving at the lair shortly. He knew that Slade was watching his progress. Slade was always watching his progress; this would be no exception.

'Excellent job, Apprentice. I don't think I would've been able to do it without your assistance. But, as you know, you have one more task to finish,' Slade was saying as Terrance stepped outside, and he grinned.

'I know. Don't worry, this'll be easy. I already finished off four Titans North and those other two. Now I just have one to go –' he started when he heard the sound of someone approaching. He looked up with wide eyes as Sparky lifted her motorcycle into the air and let it fly right over his head. 'I never knew she had a bike,' he whispered, and Sparky jumped off, her hands crackling with electricity. She shocked him in a minor stun before jumping onto his back and pushing him down. One hand was on his head while the other was shoved into his back, and Terrance struggled to get back to his feet. 'What's wrong with you, bitch? Feeling a little lonely seeing as I just killed off the last of your friends?' he spat, and Sparky tightened the grip she had on his hair.

'Don't try it you asshole they were your friends too,' she growled, and Terrance pushed back, raising himself off the ground a little.

'Who needs friends anyways? I certainly don't, you clinger,' he shot back, and she shoved him hard, forcing his face into the ground.

'What did we ever do to you Terrance? Why do you hate us so much?' she asked, and Terrance looked at her.

'Because you live,' he snarled, and he widened his eyes as much as he could, every colour turning yellow. Sparky stared at him for a moment before you noticed the yellow cracks in the ground and got ready to jump when the ground split open, the two of them flying in opposite directions. Sparky landed on her feet and looked over at Terrance, who landed readily on his feet as well, one hand holding him up.

'I promised Beast Babe that I would give you one last chance to prove yourself because she trusted you. Well guess what; this is it.' Sparky sprang forward, her feet barely touching the ground and she began punching at Terrance's head, each shot blocked by his hands. Terrance tried next, one shot right then left then right, each time missing. Sparky grabbed Terrance round the waist and hoisted him up to his great surprise and threw him as hard as she could behind her. Terrance landed, the shock of a girl lifting him up that easily wearing off as he lifted up the ground then moved it forward, sending a kick at Sparky as he did. She skidded back a few feet as he jumped down from the rock and began punching at her, Sparky deflecting the shot or moving.

Finally she had had enough. She grabbed his wrist tightly, and seen that his eyes had gone wide. She tightened the grip as he tried to pull away, then swung him around and into a fence. Her hands secured roughly on his as he stared into the broken mirror behind the fence, she spoke harshly, wanting to get the message through.

'Terrance just look at yourself for a moment! Look at what you've become! Do you really wanna be this?' she yelled, and saw his shocked expression in the reflection. But it wore off as he glared at it and flipped Sparky into his place, her face scraping off the rusted wire of the fence.

'Everything I do is wrong to you isn't it! I'm just never gunna be as good as you are am I!' he shouted angrily, and Sparky walked quickly up the fence as Terrance sent up a large spike to do her in. She flew over top of him and landed, her face stinging from the cuts. Terrance saw her move and lifted up a pillar of solid stone, angrily glaring down on her worried face. Sparky ran, the pillar following after her in hopes of crushing her when she jumped into the air and threw her electric-covered disk at the edge it. Terrance tried to get a lock on it as it came towards him but with no luck; it hit and shattered the pillar, Terrance, falling back down about 20 ft., looked up to see several large rocks heading down on him and he raised his arms, stopping them just in time. Groaning angrily he stood, rubbing his sore arm.

'Just because Terra worked for Slade doesn't mean you have to be just like her,' Sparky told him, and he stopped breathing.

'You don't know anything about us,' he muttered to her, and threw the rocks at her. To his surprise she destroyed the first few with electricity before jumping on the rest and running down them like they were a walkway. She hopped off and flew forward, getting closer until she brought out an electric bostaff and smacked Terrance right in the chest. He fell back, bouncing from his back to his stomach and finally landing on his side before looking up weakly. Sparky placed the staff on his chest, the powers surrounding it gone, and he felt his strength renew itself.

'Terrance it doesn't have to end like this. Remember Robin? He was Slade's apprentice once too. But he got out because he took control over the situation. You can get out too,' she said, and he snorted angrily.

'I don't need no copycat bitch to save my ass,' he growled, and her expression hardened.

'Only you can save yourself Terrance,' she said solemnly, and he felt the ground shake underneath him.

'I don't need to be saved for fuck's sake!' he shouted, and levitated a small rock. The rock shot up, snapping the staff in two, and Terrance lifted his legs and placed him firmly on Sparky's stomach. He pushed off of her, sending her into a backflip to keep from falling and he landed upright, his hands clenched so hard he knew he was bleeding. Sparky watched him as she stood up and he walked forward, the ground shaking like there was an earthquake. 'I'm not some whiney little boy who looks for his friends for help. I'm not just waiting for you guys to rescue me anymore. Ever think that I wanted to be evil? Ever thought that I wanted to work for Slade? Have you ever fucking thought that I wanted to kill you guys! Huh! Have you!' The ground split open, steam, dirt and sand mixing together and blowing roughly into Sparky's face. She remained firmly on her feet as the winds died down and saw with terror that Terrance was far from playing around.

He got closer, his eyes cold and cruel, his mouth curved into an angry frown, his hands clenched. He suddenly raised his right hand and sent a boulder flying at Sparky. She tried to dodge it but the impact still sent her to her knees. He walked a little farther, not even speaking to her anymore and threw another rock, this one sending her onto her back. She groaned and clutched the ground, completely wiped out, and saw Terrance stand above her, his hands up, his face showing nothing but pure hatred.

'And now, I never ever want to see your fucking face again,' he uttered darkly, and dropped a large boulder down on her, crushing her. Terrance stood there, breathing heavily, looking down on the spot, and seen Sparky's S symbol that she always wore to keep her cape on. He reached down and grabbed it, looking into the minor reflection. He vaguely seen his face, and smirked. He looked very murderous at the moment, and it pleased him.

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It was late, about 11 o'clock now, but time meant nothing to them now. Craig and Dean had known where to meet them; the team had told them earlier on that day, plus they were already with someone on the team. Moonfire lit up a starbolt as Crow arrived, marking that she had gotten away by turning into her soul self and sneaking through the floor. Dean and Gypsie were sitting on a large rock, both of them still shaking; Dean had transported the both of them to the spot while Beast Babe had turned into an insect and tunneled away. Craig and Moonfire had gotten there first, seeing as they were already underwater when they began to travel. Craig had vanished a section of water away as they moved on, his power to have proved more useful than ever before. So they all sat and waited, and hoped that Beast Babe must've changed her mind. They saw that it was true when they seen her change back, her face speckled with mud where her tears had been. Gypsie seen the look on her best friend's face and she spoke, breaking the silence.

'We gave him enough chances,' she said, and Moonfire continued.

'We gave him enough trust,' she told them, and Crow carried on.

'We even gave the bastard enough mercy,' she growled, and Dean agreed.

'We let him go enough times,' he sneered, and Craig added on.

'But we're not going to anymore,' he snarled, and Beast Babe nodded.

'Terrance is just another criminal we can take down,' she gave in, and a new voice made them all look up.

'And take him down we will. No matter what the hell it takes,' Sparky announced from the shadows, and Moonfire lifted up her hand higher. Sparky's face was covered in small scratches and her clothes were torn badly. Her face held nothing but sheer determination and everyone knew that Terrance had finished off her last nerve. So there they gathered in their hideout under their tower and well below the Edge City Bay, planning for their new attack plans, and their revenge against their newest enemy.

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Terrance walked into Slade's lair and threw Sparky's emblem at his master's feet. Slade picked it up and looked at it with satisfaction before turning to his apprentice.

'You see now, don't you dear boy? Now that you belong to me like your sister, this city, and soon many others, will belong to us.' Terrance flinched at the word us. He knew what was coming. He had succeeded in killing the Titans North and the other two, and now it was time for his 'bonus'. 'Now, as promised after every succession, I believe your bonus is to be received.' Slade dismissed Overload, Cinderblock and Plasmus into the special chamber that had been prepared for them, and led Terrance into his room.

Terrance was proud of what he had done, but it did seem rather awful for something like what was about to happen to be a reward, especially since this time it would be 'better', as Slade had described it. Terrance stepped silently into the room, his body tense with fear. It had been bad before, seeing as well, they were both guys and all, and all over this type of thing was frowned upon, but Slade didn't seem to mind, or for that matter, didn't seem to give a shit in the least, which scared Terrance even more than the thought of being killed was.

'It is time,' Slade said suddenly, snapping Terrance out of his trance, and Slade began to do what he always did first: undress Terrance.

'Uh, Slade, why does this have to be my bonus again?' he asked for about the millionth time, and his master hesitated after removing his neck guard. Slade never answered, so he knew that he would never receive an answer, and that just brought more fear to him. But to his great surprise, he did.

'Because Apprentice, I said so,' was all Slade said, and Terrance stared straight ahead, his mind racing with so many thoughts he was sure it was about to burst.

They spoke no more as Slade removed the hairclips, and body armour. Terrance raised his arms like he was supposed to as Slade unraveled the wrap, and even sat down on the bed as Slade unraveled the wrap around his legs. He always thought about how he could undress himself, he wasn't two, but would he really in front of Slade? He knew that he would probably run of Slade wasn't right there. He was now barely dressed, his shoes, armour and gloves placed in a heap. The used wrapping was thrown away in the wastebasket beside the door.

Terrance was now thinking nothing; his mind was completely wiped. Slade began to pull Terrance's shirt over his head when he stopped him. Without speaking, he pulled his shirt off himself, then proceeded with his pants; rather him doing it than Slade he figured. So there he stood, alone with Slade in his room in his boxers, and waited for Slade to follow suit. He went to sit down when Slade reached forward and began to pull of the surprised boy's boxers. He knew what Slade meant, but he didn't want to do it, literally. Slade raised his fist warningly, and Terrance knew that he had no choice. It was either this or be beaten, but he didn't want to admit that he'd rather be beaten to the man who wanted otherwise.

Unwillingly, he pulled off the only article of clothing he had left and added it to the pile. He was shaking now, and he didn't care what Slade did. He had already robbed him of whatever dignity he had left, and was now about to take more against his will. Slade pulled something out of one of his pockets and held it up: the blindfold. Terrance was always thankful for it, this black piece of material that saved him from seeing Slade's identity and worse. His master wrapped the blindfold around his head and he closed his eyes, the darkness always so soothing even though he knew what was to come. As he stood he heard his master to likewise to what he had done, and before he knew it he felt himself climb under the cold covers of a bed. He took one last breath of fresh air before he felt Slade's skin touch his, and he got ready for the thing that he had always thought about. Only this time it would be with him.

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Terrance sat alone in his room, not moving, barely breathing. He had pulled his boxers back on as soon as it was over and hurriedly grabbed his clothes, although it had been rather difficult with the blindfold still covering his eyes. He still heard Slade's heavy breathing from behind him, still felt his hands over him, still seen the blackness block out what should never be seen. As soon as he had reached his room he had dropped his clothes onto the floor and walked weakly over to his bed.

He had closed and locked the door, not wanting Slade to know that he was on the verge of sickness at the moment but instead had collapsed on his bed. So there he sat, one hour after it had happened, and he still had not moved. He had been sure to wait until Slade had most defiantly gone to bed, and as soon as he was sure he was, Terrance got up and raced for the bathroom. He shut the door as soon as he reached this room of sanctuary, not bothering to lock it because there was no possible way that Slade could hear anything outside these soundproof walls.

He undressed again, this time for a better purpose: he needed to shower, to scrub these unwanted marks and feelings away and watched them float down the drain with the rest of the dirt on him. He was about to step into the shower when he noticed himself in the large-as-life mirror that replaced the wall. He stared at himself for a while, taking in the marks Slade had left, the red, black and blue that had been left behind. As he observed himself he began to shake again, his hands trailing to every mark and colour.

A cold sweat soon joined the shaking and he rushed into the shower, quickly turning the tap. He felt his breath catch in his throat as the boiling hot water poured down on him like a fiery rainfall, and he reached for the soap and a washcloth immediately. He rubbed down the soapy cloth onto his body, the red from the scratchy material blending in with the marks. He rubbed and rubbed, wishing that the bruises would just leave, and without knowing he began to weep, his tears hidden against the water. He just felt so violated. He had just had sex with his Slade, his master, another guy.

He then felt the sickness travel from deep inside him stomach to his throat and he raced from the shower and to the toilet. He didn't bother to grab a towel; he just barely had time to flip open the lid before he vomited, his throat and mouth burning uncomfortably. He spat then coughed, looking around for a towel when he noticed the one next to him from out of the corner of his eye. He uneasily reached for it and was about to wipe his mouth off when he realized that the towel was not on the floor next to him, but seemed to be floating a few feet off the ground. Terrance turned away from the toilet to see Slade, fully clothed with armour, mask and all, standing angrily above him.

'I uh, I got sick,' he stuttered fearfully as Slade narrowed his eye at him. 'It must've been from supper,' he continued, and Slade kneed him right in the face.

'You and I both know very well that it wasn't from dinner,' Slade growled, and Terrance tried to wipe the blood from his cut lip away, only to have it smear against the water on his face. He was glad he was wet actually; the water hid his tears.

'Yes I know. I'm sorry Master,' Terrance pleaded, and Slade threw the towel into his face.

'Good.' Terrance wiped his face off as Slade opened the door. He was about to leave when he turned back to him and spoke words that made Terrance even sicker. 'It may seem worse now, but trust me, you'll learn to like it.' With that, Slade left, slamming the door after him. Terrance stared at the door for what seemed to be an eternity before he turned back to the toilet and vomited again.

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Over time Terrance slowly came to realize that what Slade had said was becoming true, although he didn't notice it much. Over the course of time Terrance became more adjusted to the rewards, but they didn't seem like rewards anymore. They now did it on a daily basis, always at the end of the day after patrol. Every day during that time his heart would always ask why he did when he knew it was so wrong, but his mind always pushed the idea back down. His mind would always think, 'Sex is sex isn't it? That's what you want right? How can something you want be bad?' So he would always continue on. He didn't even need to use the washroom after; he would just grab his clothes, go to his room and sleep. It had only been a few days since he had killed off the girls, although it felt like a year already.

His practices would always be in the training part of the lair. He would always fight by himself, fight a robot or two, but so far he had not fought Slade. Everytime he trained he would listen to his stolen Linkin Park CD, and everytime just before he wrapped it up he would listen to his favourite song a few times. It always seemed to help him out for some reason.

Patrols were dull to him. All he had to do was float around the city, making sure everything was in order. So far he wished he could've skipped off to rob the local bar and watch the newest R-rated movie. He, of course, would be the only one there so there would be no lines, and free food, but instead he spent a few hours a day watching for 'trouble'. So far, there had been nothing. The citizens had all ran away the day after they learned the Titans North were dead; no one wanted to stick around when Terrance and Slade were in town.

It was the fourth day in when Slade noticed the changes in his apprentice, how he willingly gave in, how determined he was at fighting and winning, how much he wanted to disobey him and watched some gory porn movie. And he was satisfied. Everyday he would tell himself about how Terra was too perfect, and how Terrance was just right. But, it was the end of practice when he noticed the one most certain in Terrance that he found the strongest; Terrance was becoming much like his favourite song.

Terrance was becoming numb.

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Well, I warned eveyone. Hopefully no one thinks I'm super weird now, but when I get something stuck in my head, it don't leave. Plus the whole Terra and Slade thing got me thinking... Aaaaaaand moving on, I hope that someone enjoyed the ending - I love Linkin Park btw, and that's why it's Terrance's fav band. Plus I thought the songs fit him. And it made a good ending. Next update is Controlled Part 2 Pt 1! That should be exciting I do believe, and until then, toodles! lol

Tiff