(A/N: It's been awhile since I've written for this story and I apologize. Sorry about that, I've been busy with all my "Ben 10" stuff. And that's not even counting what I'm currently working on or had just finished.
Anyway, this is the chapter where Luna meets the Titans and vice versa. It may not be what you guys expect, but that's just how I do things. That's all I'm gonna say about it.
There will be a point in this chapter that says "Titans' Point of View", that just means it's from the point of view of the Teen Titans, that's it. I'm not going to call it "Third Person" for a reason and I'm not going to explain why. Just trust me, okay? I know I may not be the most trustworthy, but there are just some things you need to trust me on, even if there are some things in the past that say otherwise.)
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(Luna's Point of View)
I woke up around nine o'clock the next morning and went downstairs for breakfast. Surprisingly, no one was downstairs yet and I didn't see or hear anything out of the ordinary. Then again, I didn't even hear Dad laughing evilly in his lab, which was very unusual. It might have a Saturday, but my family almost never sleeps this long.
I had a hunch and if I was right, it would be mayhem. I turned on the TV and turned it to the local news channel.
"A man with a spider for a head that robbed a jewelry store was only the beginning of the weird," the news anchor said.
Footage of gray moth-like creatures eating the cables of the city bridge was shown. Creatures that I immediately recognized as the ones who helped care for them.
"Mutant bugs are eating the bridge and it looks like the Teen Titans are really struggling," he said.
I turned off the TV and pulled on a horse figurine sitting on a table. It opened a secret hatch in the floor and I went down the stairs into the hidden basement. Thanks to my moth abilities it was like walking into the living room in the afternoon, I could see everything clear as crystal, whereas it would be pitch black darkness to others.
Dad wasn't there, which was very odd, he spent ninety percent of his time down here. Some of his moths were gone and the ones that were left were practically begging to be released, but they calmed down when they saw me, they recognized my moth-DNA. It was because of this DNA that made me sympathetic to his creations and that made them calm down the second they saw me.
As strange as it may sound, everytime I get close to them I get this feeling. I can't really describe it other than to say that it's as if I'm coming into contact with a family member.
I noticed that a computer was on and was broadcasting from this room! I immediately turned it off and stared at the moths for a second before I rushed out of the basement and upstairs.
'Oh, no,' I thought, my eyes wide, 'he actually did it!'
There had always been a bit of doubt in the back of my mind on whether or not he would really release his creations on the city. I guess this proves that he would without any disregard for anyone. I suppose this only proves that he cares more about my bratty sister blackmailing him than anything else.
I went into my bedroom and quickly changed into a pair of shorts, a long-sleeved black shirt, and put on my shoes. I gave my hair a five second brush and rushed downstairs and ran out the door, not even bothering to grab my jacket, sunglasses, or even my cell phone.
It took awhile, but I eventually made my way to the bridge, where it was absolute chaos. People were screaming bloody murder, my Dad's 'children' were destroying everything in sight. I saw three of the five Titans trying to fight them off, but they were no match for them.
I could see another swarm on its way in the distance, it was just a matter of time and if I don't do something I know it won't end well. I know how to stop them, but I had never practiced it before.
'I guess now is as good a time as any,' I thought, taking in a deep breath and exhaling sharply. With a sigh and a moment's hesitance, I walked onto the bridge.
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(Titans' Point of View)
Cyborg, Beast Boy, and Raven fought them off as best they could, but these insect creatures were much stronger than they could have expected. It was increasingly difficult for them when it was just the three of them, Robin and Starfire were back at the Tower.
Cyborg was just barely able to hold back the ones that attempted to tear apart his robotic parts when he blasted them away with his sonic cannon. "Booyah!"
"Don't celebrate so soon," Raven pointed at yet another swarm that was flying towards them.
"I'm not sure how much longer I can take this!" Beast Boy shouted after he turned back into his normal form, completely out of energy.
"But if we don't stop them," he started, breathing heavily, "these things will destroy the whole city!"
"No, they won't," a new voice spoke. "Not while I'm here."
The voice was coming from a girl around their age with white hair and black streaks. She wore shorts and a dark long-sleeved shirt. On her neck were black markings and the skin itself was as white as snow. Her eyes were like emeralds, a vivid green full of a life that had been contained for over a decade.
She walked towards the incoming swarm calmly with an expression that showed this calm demeanor. Her eyes were sharp and fiery with determination.
"Yo, girl, stop! Those things will tear you to shreds!" Cyborg yelled.
"No, they won't. They know me," she replied quietly and calmly.
She climbed up onto the hood of an abandoned car and got onto the roof. She spread her arms out wide and waited for them to come.
Her eyes glowed an intense green and her hair went wild. She started making unusual movements with her hands and a low-pitched yet clearly audible ultrasonic sound could be heard as the swarm approached. She started humming in a way that only they could hear and understand.
The sounds and her humming reached them and they stopped dead in the air, much to the amazement of the Titans. They fluttered in front of her and never left that spot.
Suddenly, they started to fly around her in a perfect circle as she continued with the sounds and her soothing whirs. The Titans went on the offensive, but they never left the circle and apparently didn't even know they were there. They were more focused on the girl that understood them and who they understood.
They began to enclose around her, prompting the Titans to spring into action. Before anything could happen, they flew away and the girl was gone.
"Uh, what just happened?" Beast Boy asked, scratching his head.
"I'm not sure," Cyborg replied, then asked a question of his own, "Where'd that girl go?
"And what about those bugs? They almost seemed to somehow recognize her," Raven commented.
Titans Tower
The three of them went back to the Tower as soon as they made sure all of the mutant insects were gone and that every civilian on the bridge and nearby areas were alright. They saw Starfire angrily pacing the living room and Robin typing on the computer.
Beast Boy immediately went over to the sofa and tiredly slumped over it with a groan. "Dude, those bugs were hard to swat!"
"We watched it from here," Robin mentioned. "Who do you think that girl was? And how did she control those moths?"
Cyborg shrugged, "Who knows? I think she said that they won't destroy the city as long as she was there. What do you think that means?"
"She also said they know her," Raven added.
"The moths know her? What could that mean?" he wondered.
"Hey, you don't have the time to do an investigation, you gotta get ready for your date," he told him. At the mention of the word 'date', steam blew out of Starfire's ears.
"It's not a date!" he growled and stomped out of the room.
(Third Person Point of View)
Her father's mutated moths took her home and went back to the basement laboratory once they dropped her off in front of the house. With a sigh, she went inside and collapsed on the couch. Having just used her abilities to the full extent for the first time took a lot out of her.
Killer Moth heard her come inside and went into the living room from his laboratory. He saw her lying on her stomach, she was very exhausted and just barely awake.
She looked in the direction of the hidden latch, she couldn't see him due to her energy having been drained. Everything was blurry in her eyes, he was a white, gray, and black blur to her.
"Go ahead. Say something evil or something," she muttered.
"You called back my moths, didn't you?" he asked.
"Yes," she replied, eyelids now feeling very heavy. "I did what was right."
He was beginning to grow upset with his youngest daughter, "I'm trying to do what's best-"
"Best for you! Not what's best for anyone else!" she snapped. Her outburst started to make her feel a little fatigued. "Lives could've been lost today, but you don't care, do you? All you care about is world domination!"
When she was done, the fatigue took over and she went into a deep slumber. Leaving her father dumbstruck by her outburst, he had no idea she was this bold and outspoken.
He understood what she was saying, but he couldn't call off future attacks on the city even if he wanted to. Because if he doesn't his eldest daughter will tell the cops and who knows who else what he's been doing in his basement for all these years. Hell, all they would have to do is look at Luna and he would be arrested.
He left her to sleep on the couch and went back down to his laboratory, it was time to plan the next attack. Perhaps some good will come out of this in the end.
By the time she finally came to it was completely dark inside and the sun was setting outside, but her vision was finally restored, so it was all clear to her. She looked around the living room, but saw nothing.
"Thanks to Dad's 'little demonstration' earlier, the Titans are bound to figure out where we live any time now," she muttered to herself.
She still felt weak from earlier and she wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Nevertheless, she needed to figure out what to do and fast.
She made the split second decision to go upstairs and went inside a bedroom. The bedroom her parents once shared when her mother was still alive to be specific.
After the death of her mother, her father refused to sleep in their old bedroom and moved into another room, which he seldom sleeps in. He almost never goes inside and neither does she or Kitten. But if her memory was right, there was something in there that she had to find.
On the dresser was an elegant wooden jewelry box that belonged to her mother. She opened it, revealing the beautiful jewelry inside, though there wasn't very much of it. She removed the jewels, revealing a green fabric padding underneath with a gun resting on it.
The gun was a WWII-era Beretta given to her mother from her grandfather when he was stationed in Italy during the war. In addition, it has a rather rare feature that most firearms don't have, a tip-up barrel. Needless to say, it was a force to be reckoned with if handled properly.
She placed the jewels back inside and closed the wooden box. She checked to see if it was loaded; there was a single bullet inside. She went back downstairs and sat on the sofa patiently.
She waited for what seemed like hours and watched as the sunlight got dimmer and the stars and moon became more noticeable. She heard the doorknob squeak as it was turned. Just as the door opened, she pointed the gun at the foyer and released the safety trigger.
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(A/N: Sorry if it's a little short and that you guys had to wait a while. Anyway, I hope you liked this chapter and like where I'm going with this.
I wasn't kidding about all the "Ben 10" stories by the way. I'm working on a one-shot and the first chapter of a new story. I recently published another one-shot called "Protection", you can check it out if you want. I updated "Against All Odds" a week ago and I'm thinking about working on "No More Chains" or "Fast Friends" next. Give the new stories a little love for a little bit, then I'll go back to the old ones later.
I plan to publish the one-shot I'm working on by this weekend. If I can't then it'll probably be the new story that gets published. Be the look-out for any one of them!)
