Fiddler had no idea that this was going to happen. She had landed in a field on the side of a mountian, and the two people in front of her were the people she least expected: her Auntie Space and her Dad's freind Jericho. Auntie Space was one of her 'crazier' aunts, always traveling to new places, wanting to see new things. Jericho was the opposite, a real homebody that made sure his family was safe before going anywhere, even down the block.
"Herald, there's someone here to see you." Auntie Space called over the communicator. Her voice was a little paniced and rushed.
Herald never expected a girl of a similar decent waiting for him. She was about a couple inches shorter than him, and had almost an exact copy of his costume, but instead of a trumpet emblem there was a silver violin. Her mask was also similar to his, except for a large, ominouis looking black streak across her left eye.
"Are you Herald?" She demanded. She walked over to him and handed him an enveloupe, the kind you would expect in your mail box. "I was told to give this to you."
Herald placed his trumpet by his feet and opened the enveloupe with shaky hands. How often do you get an enveloupe from a person who looks almost like an exact copy of you? The letter inside read:
Herald,
I sent your daughter into
the past. Take care of her and
help her with her mission. It is
crucial, and could fail if you
don't. You must help her and
Frio y Caliaente. Fail, and the
world shall be doomed.
Herald.
Herald almost dropped the letter when he saw the signature. He signed it? He glanced at the girl, then at the letter, and back at the girl. He got a feeling that some serious shit was going on.
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"This place is soooo much better than the tower!" A kid in an orange costume, much like Kid Flash, screeched as he raced around the Titans South common room at light speed.
"Cut that out, Impulse." A boy that had, surprizingly, pink hair cowlicked up into a horn behind each of his ears. He was dressed in black skinny jeans with a thin chain looped out of his left pocket, and a black muscle shirt pulled tight over his lean frame. He was scanning through a book with the title, The Sympoms of The Black Plauge and Other Famines.
"Famine, your too serious. Have you ever thought about joining a support group?" A girl that was leafing through a magazine suggested. With her hair pulled back in a pony tail and wearing a petite black dress that embraced her curves, she looked like a normal girl. The only thing that distinguished her from the rest of the population was her silvery-blue skintone, and shimmering black hair accented by a deep red streak. "Why is everything so tacky?" She muttered as she went through the magizine.
"Plazzy-"
"Don't call me that." the girl snapped.
"Plasma, you do realize that the date on the magazine is for Febuary 2011?" The girl that was intterupted before continued. She had, possibly sholder-lengthed, white-blonde hair that stood straight up, and wore fighting gear that was a deep orange over a white t-shirt and faded jeans. She played with the static that formed between her palms.
"Hey guys! Look! I found Mother!" A girl with scarlet hair squealed as she raced into the room with Jinx in tow.
` "Goddammit, Luck!" Famine cursed. He sometimes wondered if Luck was given bad luck as well as good.
"Mother?" Jinx whimpered. Her hair drooped as she entered an annoyed / confused / what-the-f*ck state of mind.
Who the hell are these people? Flames questioned. Her and Lightning had just carted a bank robber off to jail.
"!" The white haired girl shreiked, loosing controle of the ball of lightning. The lightning bounced over to Plasma, which was reflected by a wall of her namesake, and was launched twards Impulse. Impulse sprinted with the lightning hot on his heels. Caught by surprize, Famine shot a bolt of bad luck at Flames, who Impulse dodged behind.
Zzzap!
Owie. Flames wimpered. She stiffened, and fell over in a dead faint.
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"Radon?"
"Tigress?"
"Where are we?"
"Don't know, sis."
Radon and Tigeress landed in a dark room. Shadow, Ghost, and Crystal were still passed out from the rough landing. Radon held a handful of red light, that power he inherited from his father. Their shadows flickered in the red light. Radon had the same costume as his father, Redstar, but instead of a star, the atomic symbol for radon was in it's place. Tigeress had a wrestling mask that imitated a tiger, and her body-suit was a light orange with black stripes, and a white mark that began at the center of her collor bone and rested above her hips. Ghost stirred, then he sat up and rubbed his hand. He opened his deep emerald eyes, and looked at their suroundings. His fluffy blonde hair was cut like his Honorary Titan father, but without sideburns.
"Where are we?" Ghost asked. His voice floated in the darkness. He was also in a costume similar to his father, but his tunic was a sky blue color.
A door creaked open, and Radon extinguished the red light. "Are you sure it's down here?" a feminine voice called from the entrance.
"It has to be." A hispanic voice replied.
"Fine. Come on Panth-" The first voice stopped mid-word.
"What?" The hispanic voice asked.
"There's some one here." The girl's voice hissed, like she was melting into the darkness.
"Who are you?" The girl's voice was right next to Tigeress's ear.
"!" Six pairs of blood red eyes opened, and grabbed the five teens in the store room.
When the shadow beasts emerged into the light they looked like the fallowing: one looked like a large spider, the second looked like a manticore, the third looked like a Dorbarchu, the fourth looked like a Jersey Devil, and the final one looked like a bear-quig from the Bobby Pendragon series, all were a midnight black and held each of the struggling (and now consious) teens from the store room into the common room. (A/N: If you know your cryptids and mythical monsters, you know that this is scary crap.) Redstar, Kole, and Gnarrk were there when the parade of shadow beasts, along with Di and Pantha, entered the common room.
Hessss sa seessss sa sooooooo. The spider-like shadow beast hissed, it's fangs twiched less than a foot away from Di's ear. A boy with a black shirt on squirmed against the web that strapped him onto the abdomin of the spider.
"Yes, Krado. I know he lookes tasty, but in the light world, we don't eat our prisoners." Di placed her hand on the gleaming fang that was easily two feet long. The boy stoped squirming.
Then he started muttering a chant that sounded something like this: "Mias du vlado bre Krado du sreee." By the time he repeated it the second time, Di lept up and clapped his mouth shut. she stared into his eyes and softly said something. The boy's eyes flickered closed, and he wispered, "Shadow," before falling asleep.
The girl dressed like a tiger struggled even harder, shouting "What did you do to him?" Held by the Dorbarchu, she cracked it's lower jaw and got into a traditional choke hold on the shadow beast. It disapparated, and Pantha pinned the girl down.
"You know, if you looked at the person whose pinning you down, you might realize this is a bad time to fight." The boy being held by the Jersey Devil suggested. He was dressed like Redstar, but had an 'R' in the place of a red star.
"F*ck off, Radon! This is personal!" The tiger girl was in a full on rage. Kole crystalized, giving Gnarrk a weapon, and Redstar went into a fighting stance.
"Can you let me go? I know how to calm her down." The blonde boy asked Di. He was held by bear-quig.
"Fred, you can release him." Di commanded the bear-quig.
Plac! Fred spit out the blonde boy, and disaperated. The blonde boy ran over to the tiger girl, and said, "I know your going to kick my ass later, but you need some anger management." He grabbed her chin and turned her face to his. He slowly dissapeared, and the tiger girl stopped struggling.
"You can get off of me now." Pantha cautiously released the tiger-girl from the pin, and stood up.
The tiger-girl stood up, and her eyes were now emerald green. "Radon, your sister needs some serious therapy. She also has a very colorful vocabulary."
"Can I get released from this...thing?" The girl held by the manticore asked. She looked like the mirror image of Kole, down to her antenna-like pieces of hair that stuck up.
"Drop." Di commanded.
P'too.
"Good boy. Now you can go home."
Then the manitcore disapperated.
"My name's Crystal. That's Radon, Tigeress, Ghost, and Shadow." Crystal pointed to the people with the corresponding names.
"Where are we?" Radon questioned.
"Titans North Headquarters." Di replied, petting Krado.
"When are we?" Tigeress / Ghost added.
"You would have to ask Space that. I'm not good with light world dates." Di pointed out. She wispered something to Krado, and he dissappeared. Shadow floated to the ground, and Di kneeled beside him. "I don't even beleive this crap."
Di poked Shadow with her black boot three times. Shadow woke up with a start, and glanced around the room.
"I don't think we're in 2041 anymore." He replied shakily as he caught sight of Di. "But if Fiddler saw this, she would freak out." Shadow emphisized the final two words.
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"I say we spead out and look for civilization."
"How about I change into something with a sensitive nose and find a trail out of here."
"Aren't you getting over a cold?"
"I could fly up and search for landmarks with Flock."
"The earth seems, younger. I don't think were going to find familiar landmarks."
The five teens were arguing in a small clearing in the center of a dense jungle. The first one that spoke, Flock, had large barn-owl like feathery wings. He kept his wings folded loosely to avoid over heating in the steamy jungle. The second to speak up was shorter and just as lean as Flock, but in place of wings there was a two inch fang that jutted out of his top lip. His name was Fang, surprizingly. Tyme was the third, more considerate voice and had blonde hair that hung to just below her shoulder blades. The fourth voice came from Tyme's Cousin, Dragon, who could turn into varieties of her namesake. The fifth voice came from Geo, a geomancer with unknown parentage. His blonde hair was the reason that he was distrusted by the Titans West.
"I'll try to take to the skies." Flock announced, flying up into the tree tops. Rustling leaves, a sharp crack, and then a strangled cry emmitted from the area that Flock flew to.
"I'll save him." Dragon volenteered. She turned into her namesake, this time a black dragon the size of a pony with red webbing on the wings, and took off through the canopy.
After many sawing, branch-breaking, tree-shaking minutes, Dragon, in a slightly bigger form, glided back down with Flock on her back.
"I think I broke my wing." Flock grimaced as he slid off of Dragon's back. "Aggh!" He hissed as he hit the foiledge, almost crumpling to the ground.
Tyme rushed over to him, catching him before he hit the floor. "Geo, try to make a splint for his wing." She asked while feeling his wing for the shattered bone. Once she found it, Geo constructed a stone cast for Flock.
"The poor bird-boy broke his wing. Man, you are soooo grounded." Fang had a high-pitched, mocking voice for the first sentance, then he said the second in his normal voice: a mellow, surfer-like tone.
"Shut up, Puppy. I can still take you on." Flock retorted. He didn't want to look like a wealing for Tyme, his (A/N: Uber secret) crush.
"Why don't you both stick your heads up your ******* and go and ****** with a ***** and just ****** ****** ******** ******the ********** ***** **** **** and shove it up your ***** -" Dragon knew how to swear like a trucker.
"Eh-hemmm." Geo cleared out his throught, making Dragon stop in the middle of her rant. Continuing, he suggested, "Why don't we just call one of the Titans?"
"Why didn't we think of that idea before?" Tyme face-palmed herself and opened up her communicator to call one of her cousins, Fiddler.
The answer was static.
"Aw, Man!"
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HEY YALL! apersonfromflorida here!
I can't post this chapter because of the stupid box (That's what we call our internet provider thing mcbob) just happen to break! Personally, I think it was the Justin Beiber picture macey101catlover saved. . If i ever meet that kid, I gonna-
"Temper!"
*Sigh* Well, he is a mega-star.
Well, other reasons this chapter took so long is: school, camping, band rehersals, teachers, holidays (Valentines Day), and the box.
The next chapter is going to be a stab at Dialoge-only. I'm also in need of a beta reader. If you know how to walk me through the steps of getting a beta reader and sending stuff to him/her, please leave a reveiw.
Keep on keeping on!