Drifting
By Flying Star
Disclaimer: Nope, Teen Titans isn't mine. I do own my sanity.
Well, this is different. While working on the ending to "Nightmare", an idea popped into my head. Unfortunately the idea came while I was not near the computer, but I think I managed to remember most of it. This story is a one-shot, a reflection fic, if you will. I think pretty much everyone will know who's talking in this fic. There will not be a sequel. And this is in no way related to my other stories.
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I no longer shine like the stars in the sky. My smile has long since faded, replaced by a frown that seems permanently affixed to my face.
I used to be a beacon of hope for the others, a person they could talk to and receive encouragment from. That person is gone now, I no longer have a reason to be happy. That part of me died when he died, when he was brutally torn away from me.
I laugh bitterly at the thought. How painfully ironic that he did not die from any supervillain encounter, not even Slade managed to do him in. He was at the funeral, I am still not sure why. But he stood on the edge of the crowd, his eye affixed on his coffin. After the funeral he turned away and left. We have never heard from Slade since. Maybe he left Jump City, I do not know.
Nor do I care.
Like I said, his life was not taken by any supervillain. No, it was simply a man who had too much of the fermented grape liquid in his system. A man, who after striking him with his vehicle, ran off like a coward, leaving my beloved in a pool of blood, gasping for air.
I heard about the accident from the police. That the one I cared about had been struck and was now currently fighting for his life in the hospital, and not expected to live. They told me that the perpetrator was being pursued a mile from the tower.
Then the news that my friend had died came over their radio.
I do not know what came over me, perhaps it was the thought this man had no remorse for killing another, or maybe that he was still running away. But I ignored my comrades, and went off on my own, searching for the man. I did not know what I would do when I found him, but I did find him, cowering in a warehouse surrounded by police.
When he saw me, his eyes widened in recognition. But the words that came from his mouth were what set me into motion.
" S..so t-the tit..an found me. Can y..yo-ou believe it. I-I actually did some-thing that no c-c-criminaaal has ever done. " he smirked at me, his slurred words becoming incomprehensible as he continued ranting.
I knew now that he was not coherent, that later on he would lose his false sense of bravery and realize just what he had done. But at the time I was not thinking that, all I knew was that he held no remorse for killing my friend. Eyes narrowed I lunged at him....
I...do not remember what I did. My friends have told me that the police found the man seriously injured, with mutiple fractures and breaks. And that he was incapable of walking now. At their words I spun around saying, " I do not care about his injuries, he lost the ability to walk, but my friend lost his life!"
After that they chose to keep their distance from me, I think they fear me sometimes. The Titans split up not long after the funeral. Today though, I am grateful that we decided to regroup at his grave.
It has been a year since his passing, and still it is as fresh in my mind as the day it happened. I shall never forget, his smile, his laugh, everything about him.
I brush a few patches of dirt from it as I stand up, turning around to face them. " Greetings friends, I appreciate your arrival." my voice sounds small, timid. I can no longer muster up any cheerfulness, and they know it, respecting my privacy. But my reason for the gathering has a double meaning. " I have enjoyed your company, but I have reached a decision. There is nothing for me here, and as such I have decided to return home. I shall leave within an hour."
I wince as the others protest, even Raven tries to argue. But I stop them with a raised hand. " I understand your concern, but I have made up my mind. Perhaps I shall come visit in the near future."
As I turn to walk away, I feel their eyes on me. Maybe they accuse me of leaving so quickly, or maybe there is sympathy in their eyes. I do not know, I only allow myself once last glance at his grave before turning away from my friends and walking away.
Goodbye Robin....
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That's it. I'm sure everyone's figured out just who was talking in the fic. Sorry it was sad, but I really wanted to get this down in print before I forgot it. Well, what did you think, please review, I love feedback.
By Flying Star
Disclaimer: Nope, Teen Titans isn't mine. I do own my sanity.
Well, this is different. While working on the ending to "Nightmare", an idea popped into my head. Unfortunately the idea came while I was not near the computer, but I think I managed to remember most of it. This story is a one-shot, a reflection fic, if you will. I think pretty much everyone will know who's talking in this fic. There will not be a sequel. And this is in no way related to my other stories.
* ** * * *
I no longer shine like the stars in the sky. My smile has long since faded, replaced by a frown that seems permanently affixed to my face.
I used to be a beacon of hope for the others, a person they could talk to and receive encouragment from. That person is gone now, I no longer have a reason to be happy. That part of me died when he died, when he was brutally torn away from me.
I laugh bitterly at the thought. How painfully ironic that he did not die from any supervillain encounter, not even Slade managed to do him in. He was at the funeral, I am still not sure why. But he stood on the edge of the crowd, his eye affixed on his coffin. After the funeral he turned away and left. We have never heard from Slade since. Maybe he left Jump City, I do not know.
Nor do I care.
Like I said, his life was not taken by any supervillain. No, it was simply a man who had too much of the fermented grape liquid in his system. A man, who after striking him with his vehicle, ran off like a coward, leaving my beloved in a pool of blood, gasping for air.
I heard about the accident from the police. That the one I cared about had been struck and was now currently fighting for his life in the hospital, and not expected to live. They told me that the perpetrator was being pursued a mile from the tower.
Then the news that my friend had died came over their radio.
I do not know what came over me, perhaps it was the thought this man had no remorse for killing another, or maybe that he was still running away. But I ignored my comrades, and went off on my own, searching for the man. I did not know what I would do when I found him, but I did find him, cowering in a warehouse surrounded by police.
When he saw me, his eyes widened in recognition. But the words that came from his mouth were what set me into motion.
" S..so t-the tit..an found me. Can y..yo-ou believe it. I-I actually did some-thing that no c-c-criminaaal has ever done. " he smirked at me, his slurred words becoming incomprehensible as he continued ranting.
I knew now that he was not coherent, that later on he would lose his false sense of bravery and realize just what he had done. But at the time I was not thinking that, all I knew was that he held no remorse for killing my friend. Eyes narrowed I lunged at him....
I...do not remember what I did. My friends have told me that the police found the man seriously injured, with mutiple fractures and breaks. And that he was incapable of walking now. At their words I spun around saying, " I do not care about his injuries, he lost the ability to walk, but my friend lost his life!"
After that they chose to keep their distance from me, I think they fear me sometimes. The Titans split up not long after the funeral. Today though, I am grateful that we decided to regroup at his grave.
It has been a year since his passing, and still it is as fresh in my mind as the day it happened. I shall never forget, his smile, his laugh, everything about him.
I brush a few patches of dirt from it as I stand up, turning around to face them. " Greetings friends, I appreciate your arrival." my voice sounds small, timid. I can no longer muster up any cheerfulness, and they know it, respecting my privacy. But my reason for the gathering has a double meaning. " I have enjoyed your company, but I have reached a decision. There is nothing for me here, and as such I have decided to return home. I shall leave within an hour."
I wince as the others protest, even Raven tries to argue. But I stop them with a raised hand. " I understand your concern, but I have made up my mind. Perhaps I shall come visit in the near future."
As I turn to walk away, I feel their eyes on me. Maybe they accuse me of leaving so quickly, or maybe there is sympathy in their eyes. I do not know, I only allow myself once last glance at his grave before turning away from my friends and walking away.
Goodbye Robin....
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That's it. I'm sure everyone's figured out just who was talking in the fic. Sorry it was sad, but I really wanted to get this down in print before I forgot it. Well, what did you think, please review, I love feedback.