DISCLAIMER: Aw, shucks, I didn't think that you thought that much of little ol' me…
C.C.C.: Sorry, little editing. Gotta go.
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Robin
He was… groggy. There was no other way of putting it. His head felt sluggish, worse than with the pouch. He couldn't lift his arms, no doubt an after affect of the drug.
He groaned, moving his head to the side. It hurt, quite a lot. Just that small movement had caused him to become nauseous.
Opening his eyes, he looked around. He was in a boat… a small boat. Or was it just the inside of a boat? Either way, the movement was making him ill thanks to the drug.
Slade had noticed. Damn. He was looking at him now… bringing something over. It was… fuzzy. Hell, everything was fuzzy. What did it matter if what Slade was bringing over was fuzzy too? Even Slade was fuzzy…
Try to focus… What did he have? He felt a prick… A needle.
Slade was talking. Robin could hear him, but it was like listening to a foreign language that he didn't know (C.C.C.- I get that in my French class sometimes… XD), he could hear it, but his mind was too sluggish to understand it. Then he felt his eyes growing heavy, and, he fell into the arms of rest once more.
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Slade
The boy had fought it, and woken up too early. It had been… annoying. Yet it only proved further that Robin was the worthy one. He was the only one worthy of Slade's training and the skills that he would pass onto his successor.
After telling Robin that he needed more rest, now (though he'd be surprised if Robin had understood him), Slade had injected him with some more solution. Robin had passed out quickly, slumping forward into the straps that he was buckled into on the boat. Slade stood up quickly, knowing that the second dosage would keep Robin sedated for a while longer, and stepped up the stairs to where the deck was.
He walked through and felt the cool night wind blow against his suit, and looked about for his two servants. They were there, strapped in, the girl staring off into space, and the boy looking directly at Slade.
How very insolent of him, he thought as he walked across the deck, making sure that the boxes were secure.
'We may have a visit from the Titans, and I want you to kill them if possible, but capture the alien girl.' She would be a successful blackmail… The girl's attention was on him now, the eyes just slightly too wide, her face tense. No doubt her sanity was at its brink.
He would have to get rid of them soon. At the first sign of the boy's inevitable disloyalty, he would turn the girl on the boy. It would be convenient if both of them died, but if one lived then they should be easy to dispose of in their weakened state. He couldn't have someone who was either mentally unstable or disloyal to him being his servant. He didn't want another Terra fiasco…
Not that Robin counted on that rule. The boy would surely bend if enough stress was put across his small shoulders, and break. Then he would be put back together into perfection. His hero-life was over.
He opened the door and walked back down the stairs. There was a glowing console where he could access cameras of the bay, and it seemed that Titan's Tower was lit up brightly enough to light up the whole bay. Perhaps they knew of his little escape.
Not likely.
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Raven
Raven looked over the top of her book at them. They weren't calm or relaxed at all. She could feel their emotions soaring through the air, a whirlwind of themselves, all flying at her. And she couldn't stop it. She wasn't like Beast Boy or Starfire. She couldn't turn hers off.
Starfire was the worst. Her constant worrying and the waves that Raven had to keep sending out to calm her down at least a little were slowly draining her of everything. It was… tiring.
Cyborg hadn't left the monitor since their tip-off. They were all waiting for the news of where Robin was, and she hadn't felt any of them feel relieved in the least bit. They wouldn't, though, she knew, until Robin was back with them safe and sound.
And whoever had him wasn't helping.
That's when they heard it. An unregistered craft on the edge of their radar. One that was a large boat, but not oversized. As Beast Boy was saying, it was 'Slade-Style'.
Time to leave again, she thought as she put her book down and flew out the door.
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Faust
He was waiting for the Titans. That was when he would betray the Sladed Man. When the Titans appeared.
He had only heard of their calling of title recently, when the Sladed Man had said it. But that didn't matter now. He had to wait for them.
Then, when they were going to fight the Sladed Man, he would join them and hope that Ariko would too. But something told him that would never happen. His people were of hope, though, so he would never give up on that thought, that somewhere, deep down inside, Ariko would change, go back to the woman she was before the banishment, before the killing.
That Ariko would return to the girl that he had loved. The girl that he was sworn to care for.
But perhaps that Ariko was lost forever to the changes of time. Still, he must hope.
He looked over at her. She still had the lost look in her eyes… She didn't have much time left.
The sickness of her mind was preparing to claim her, body and soul.
He would correct his wrongs and help the child. Then whatever destiny had prepared for him would fall into the hands of the Fates. May they bring upon him a better future than past…
He leaned his head against the rest. He had tipped off the X man about his substance, and told him to tell the Titans the phrase, something that he had overhead when listening in on Slade when the man hadn't thought much of him. But the question was…
Did he tell the Titans?
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C.C.C.- Whoops, sorry for shortness again. Not much time. Will try to write tomorrow's chapter longer, though!
Please review! I miss my reviews… they made me feel all warm and fuzzy… :P
The suspense is building.
Censorship Man: No, it's not.
C.C.C.: Where'd you come from?
C.M.: The closet, if you hadn't remembered!
C.C.C.: Whoopsie. Oh well!
C.M.: Don't you 'Oh well' me! You locked me in a closet to shut me up!
C.C.C.: I don't have a closet. Therefore, I couldn't have locked you up in one!
C.M.: I'm sure that your insanity would find a way…
C.C.C.: Me too, but I didn't lock you up in a closet!
Shall we end this before it gets too tiresome for the reader? I think sooo…
Till the moon shines above and the stars glimmer a fantasy,
C.C.C.,
And a very ticked off Censorship Man.