Author's Notice: This is a rewrite authorized by the original author of this work, Disciple of Revan. Go and check out his profile for the original version, as it will be very different from this one. Trigger warnings for those who need them for some homophobic slurs from some of the characters from this first chapter.

Outta This World: The Call Beyond Edition

Arc One: To Be A Titan

Chapter One: In the Beginning

"SEAN!" I heard as consciousness slowly came to me. "SEAN! GET UP! It's time for school!" My mother yelled again. "Get up or you're not getting breakfast!"

Oh great. Another day in that particular hell.

I begrudgingly began to preform my morning rituals—the rituals that any member of the civilized world performed. Shower. Dressed. Examine self in mirror.

I supposed by now I should have introduced myself. My name is Sean Wilson Kirk. I am the average sixteen-year-old male, and I stand at 5'9" in height and weigh 125lbs. I have long, black hair that flows past my shoulders, and blue-green eyes with a small circle of orange around my pupils. I have an athletic build that I have some pride in thanks to some parkour training, and I am currently wearing a plain white t-shirt with blue jeans, black sweatbands around the wrists, and plain white shoes.

Unfortunately for me, I was born with my mother's features, making me look like a girl in a place where bullying for such features was rampant. I was picked on for the usual reasons alongside those: said reasons being that I didn't come from a wealthy family, my apparent 'style', and my personal favorite, I didn't belong to any of the cliché clinks.

Because of this, I was outcasted by the rest of my classmates, including the rejects, and even the one person in school who had been my friend, even after both Incidents.

Luckily for me, I had discovered an outlet for my pain that didn't involve self-harm or harming others. This outlet was writing, weather it be fanfiction or original works. Other outlets were drawing and music.

I eventually went downstairs, who only gave me some toast and some lunch money and instantly ushered me out the door and towards my car. It was a normal Mississippi day, which meant it was hot and humid, so I made for my car and turned on the AC as fast as I could.

I guess now I should talk about my family situation, if you cared about any of that. My mother gave birth to me in a military base somewhere in Germany when she was still working as an Air Force communications engineer. My father—a man whose only clue to an identity I had was the name 'Wilson'—disappeared soon after my birth. Thus, I received Wilson as my middle name and retained my mother's maiden name as my last one.

She never told me about him, and always entered a state of grief whenever he was mentioned. She had gotten better at hiding it over the years, but I still saw flashes of it in her eyes. About four years later, she met and married another member of the military, and the year after that, my sister Rosalina was born. Soon after, mom moved to my stepfather's hometown of Grenada, Mississippi. About four years later, my little brother was born.

Bored now? Yeah, I guess I would be too.

I turned on the car's CD player right after I ate my toast and drove out of the driveway, headed for the doughnut shop. I had about twenty minutes before the bell rang, so I did have some time before first period. That, and the shop was just a block away from school. As my received my order, I heard the familiar tunes of one of my childhood memories. The song that was playing was the Japanese version of the Teen Titans introduction.

I smiled. Others favored Ironman, Batman, and Superman, but I had always favored them. They were everything I had wanted to be in life: smart, talented, and good looking. They used their powers to help and save others, and no one gave a shit. I was upset once they canceled it, as I felt that they just left it on a total cliffhanger. They even stopped showing the episodes, which was both throwing salt in an open wound and very odd, since it was a very popular show.

My favorite Titan was Raven. I—somewhat ashamedly—found her attractive, her humor was dry and witty, she was very intelligent, and she cared deeply for her friends, even with the ice queen front. Her choice in tea is also excellent, if a bit bitter for first timers, which I loved. It had been a long while since I saw the show itself, so the only things I remembered off of the top of my head without any prompting whatsoever was the even known as the Judas Contract and Trigon rising from the depths of Hell. I do know—or at least think I know—that Raven died when she became the portal, which I found heartbreaking considering the rest of the shit she went through during her life. I had often dreamed of being a superhero and joining the Titans when I was younger, preventing all of the betrayals and bad days, but those were just childish fantasies.

Time to face the real world.

I parked my car and finished my doughnut, grabbing my shoulder pack as I did so. As I exited the car, I noticed a small flicker of motion on the edge of my vision. Experience from these sorts of attacks kicked my instincts into motion, and I propelled myself to the side in order to dodge the incoming projectiles. The eggs missed me and hit the car I was standing by, causing the alarm to go off. I got up and smirked at the unfortunate attempt and began to walk towards my personal hell as the shouts began to ring across campus.

"WHAT THE FUCK! WHY DID YOU EGG MY FUCKING CAR!?"

"WELL IT'S THAT FAG'S SEAN'S FAULT FOR MOVING!"

Those two assholes were William 'Billy' Karman and Benjamin Tiny, two of my most frequent tormentors. Both were members of the school's football team, which made them relatively untouchable, and both seemed to share a single braincell, which they used solely to torment me.

My good mood instantly died when I saw the person standing by the doors into prison—I mean school.

Jacob Winters. He had short, yet messy blond hair, wore rectangular glasses over his storm cloud-colored eyes, and had his ever-present rain-colored duster on him. From my estimate, he was at least 5'7" and weighed about 120lbs. He gave me a blank stare, and then entered the school.

We had been friends—or at least something close to acquaintances—a very long time ago, when I was befriended by a kid named Eric Dales. He was the one who originally got me into the Teen Titans series, as he had always been a big fan of Detective Comics. During the time we spent together, Jacob only spoke to me when I spoke to him, almost preferring to pretend that I wasn't there, but never directly avoiding me.

After Eric committed suicide, his demeanor became much colder towards me. Me, and everyone else at school. It was rare that anyone ever approached him, and when they did, he gave them this absolutely unnerving thousand-yard stare that spoke of the complete apathy he had for them. The other students avoided him even more after a rumor spread that he had broken the hand of the star quarterback before Benjamin—a student who was much bigger than him—in a fight that had taken place after school.

The fact that Jacob had never denied it didn't help the matter.

I grabbed my books out of my locker as I pondered the strange interaction between me and him. Then a large hand slammed me against the locker, and then lifted me up towards eye-level view to a fuming Benjamin Tiny, his cohorts right behind him. Behind them, Jacob watched, just out of sight

"Good morning you ass wipe faggot." Benjamin spoke, his southern accented breath caked with the smell of chewing tobacco.

"Good morning to you too, Ben." I said, feeling much braver than I had before. Or perhaps I had been infected with the same apathy that Jacob had. I laughed. "Or maybe I should call you Tiny Tim."

He hit me for that remark. He hit me very hard.

"It's Mister to you, faggot!" Benjamin growled.

"Is he capable of saying a single sentence without ending it with some kind of slur?" Light, my resident split personality asked.

"I think it's time that we put you in your place, fag."

"Of course not."

I was then thrown on the floor as a boot was placed upon my back. Then, I heard Billy speak. "Until my truck gets back from the shop, you are going to be my bitch, Seany-girl. You will do what I say, when I say it. Understand?"

Ben lifted his foot off of me, and Billy began to talk with all of the airs of a proper rich man. "Now, you are going to kiss my shoes and beg for my forgiveness, and then I might consider taking it easy on you." He finished, an arrogant smirk upon his face.

I stood. It was slow at first, but I was powered by my own rage now. I had taken this shit for eleven years. I had taken this bullshit since kindergarten. I would not take it anymore.

"Fuck you." I spoke.

For a moment, everything paused. Then Billy scowled. "What?"

"I said fuck you. I will not be your bitch, or your punching bag. I refuse to be pushed around by people like you anymore!"

Bill smirked. "You've got balls. I will admit that Seany-girl. But sadly…" He snapped his fingers, and his two other pals pinned my arms behind my back. "You've got to be shown your place in the food chain."

"Enough."

Jacob spoke. It was the first time I had heard him speak in two years. His voice was like a robot's, with an absolute lack of emotion. And his eyes were wide open, but there was no life in them.

One of the jocks seemed to shit himself and muttered something under his breath.

"While I find a good ass beating as entertaining as the next member of the mindless sheep, we will all be late to classes if we continue like this."

Benjamin and the others nodded in agreement, and then turned to me. "You'll get your due, Seany-girl." Then, they walked back down the hallway.

"Saved by that creep." Light said. "You know Sean, if you just let me out, we wouldn't have to deal with this anymore."

"Yeah Sean!" Another voice spoke. "We could have kicked tons of ass!"

"It wouldn't be a fight we'd win." I replied. "There's four of them, and I only took a year of martial arts classes. Plus, it wouldn't make things any better for us."

"…Well you still should have let us out."

"Look, why don't you go and kick the shit out of pervert or rage for a hot minute."

"Alrighty then!"

Allow me to explain very quickly. As I may have mentioned before, I have a split personality disorder, taking the form of multiple voices naming themselves after my emotions. Most prominent amongst them was Light, who was my opposite in every way.

After Light had retreated, I decided to skip school and head home. School would only be in session for about three more days anyway, so it wouldn't count against me. Time to write and draw again.

I returned home after a short trip. The fact that my house was empty was only a small bit concerning, since the only one who was ever home during these times was my desperate moocher uncle. Mom and stepdad had work, while the two kids had school, so their absences made complete sense.

I shrugged, figuring that he had just gone to the bar, or McDonalds, or some other institution that served food and beverages, and was glad that he wasn't here at the moment.

I retreated to my room and put my earphones in, played a song from skillet and began to draw.

The character I was currently working on stood on a small, flat, and circular object with his quarterstaff fully extended. Lighting coursed around the object and the staff both. He stands at about 5'10", with one ocean blue eye matched by a crystal white eye. He had black hair that ran down to his back, and his outfit had the same color. He wore a combat shirt, a trench coat with an assassin's creed style hood, parkour gloves with light arm guards, pants with knee pads, and combat boots that stopped at just around the mid shins, which were held up by metal straps. Completing the outfit was a mask that covered everything on his face from the nose down. I had gone with this because I was finding difficulty creating a mask that covered his whole face.

His powers were electrokinetic in nature, and he could augment his weapons and certain body parts with said lightning. He could also shoot the lighting out of his hands, much like Emperor Palpatine from Star Wars, but if he did it for any longer than thirty seconds the lighting would begin to burn his hands. Aside from that, he was a normal human being.

Finally, there was his weapon. The quarterstaff wasn't exactly special, other than the fact that it had a switch that could be activated to extend either end of the staff. Once extended, only the tips and the base staff were black while the rest were white.

After spending what must have been an hour on the project, I looked at my watch.

9:15 AM.

Guess I could practice parkour until lunch.

I switched to my training gear and grabbed my shoulder bag, placing my notebook inside, mostly in the case that I had any sudden ideas and wanted to write them down. Then I left to one of my usual training spots, an old abandoned multi-building apartment complex.

When I finally reached the complex, I did a few stretches and turned on my iPod, playing music through the headphones. Once I got into the groove of the music, I set my alarm for 11:30 and began my practice session, using moves that I had both learned from years of practice and from Assassin's Creed and Mirror's Edge.

After about an hour or so of movement, I had only managed to make my way to the second building via the rooftop and was making my way down the fire escape. I was about halfway down said escape when my alarm went off. "Damn."

Well, that was an okay enough practice. However, I need to work on my speed.

I began to make my way down the fire escape, considering weather or not I should continue practicing. Then my stomach made its opinion on the matter known by letting out a loud growl.

Well, I do have all summer to work on it.

I jumped over the second to last rail, executing a roll as soon as I hit the ground in order to keep my momentum going as I began my jog home.

About halfway to my house, I felt something…open under my feet. I looked down and found a bright blue portal and let out a single word as I began to fall through.

"OH SHIT!"

Never mind. That was two.

Elsewhere.

Jacob Winters blinked slowly, consciousness returning to him as the electric light of a lamp hit his eyes. The teenager of sixteen years let out a small groan as he sat up in a wooden chair that he didn't remember ever sitting down in.

"Ah, so you're finally awake, are you?"

The old, decrepit voice snapped him to full consciousness. He was in a small, concrete room with four walls, and a single, steel door. In front of him was a table at which he sat, along with an old man bound in a wheelchair. The man was dressed in raggedy clothes that looked like they belonged to peasants in 18th century England, and his right leg was missing, replaced by a single peg leg.

The man smiled a smile full of rotting, yellow teeth and spoke again. "Right. You're probably wondering why you're here kid. So, let me help you along."

The man pointed to himself with a single bony appendage. "I am…well, it seems I have forgotten my name. And I have a job offer for you, kiddo."

Jacob tested the movement of his limbs and found that his movement was unrestricted. "Thank you." He spoke. "But I think I'll just leave. I have more important things to be doing instead of remaining in some pedo's basement for the rest of my days." Jacob got out of the chair and made his way around the table and to the steel door. Just as his hand reached for the doorknob, the old man spoke again.

"One more step and I kill you, boy."

Jacob froze. For a long time, his world was only ever colored with grey. Now the world had a new color. That color was known as fear. Somehow, the old and broken-down body of his captor seemed to hold more power than Jacob could have possibly imagined.

Jacob swallowed down bile. "I…suppose I could listen to your offer, sir." The teenager said, heading back to his chair.

The old man smiled. "Good. Good." Then, he leaned forward. "Now tell me kiddo, what do you know about multiverse theory?"

AN: Again, this is not my own story! The original was written by Disciple of Revan, I just asked if I could do a re-write of it! The original is called Teen Titans: A Titan from Outta This World. As that was a rated M fic, this too shall be rated M.

Next time, Sean speaks with a ghost and Jacob tries (and fails) to fist a werewolf to death.