Chapter Thirteen-Death
WARNING: VIOLENT CHAPTER!
No summary! A summary would spoil the chap. But it is violent!
I ran. Slade was chasing me. Blood dripped from my head, but I ran. To somewhere, to nowhere-it didn't matter. I have to run. Something trips me. I fall to the ground, my skin crimson with blood. My arm to shoulder, crushed between my weight and the asphalt carpet to Hell. I got up, clutching my arm in pain. Slade was gone. No where in front of or behind me. Like he was never there.
Where to go? Surely not to Titan's Tower...Slade might just be hiding, and I'd hate to put them into anymore danger. I run. Where? I don't know. No where. I just run to lead Slade into a dead end. I walk upon the outskirts of downtown. My heart leads me into a dead end. A back ally. A maelstrom behind me. No one, nothing. I turn to the exit, only to be face to face with...him...-
(niobe: Who? The man in the gorilla suit? Robin: ...No... niobe: Um...the Monster from Wicked Scary Three? Robin: ...No... niobe: The Sardine Milkshake Man? Robin: NO! niobe: Oh, oh I know! The giant mutant evil Tofu Cake from Beast Boys birthday party six years ago??? Robin: Don't remind me of THAT one...Can I get on with the story? niobe: Oh...yeah...carry on... (heh heh...))
Slade. I drew my pole to strike, but he easily broke it with a swing of his. I was cornered. Slade swung furiously, hitting me over and over. Strikes hit my arms, others my legs. Some slashed my stomach, some my back. Several even hit my neck and skull. Blood spattered and sprinkled the ground, washed the dirty brick into a bloodstained tombstone in the shadowed night of death, and turned me into a gory sight of bloodstained death.
He tells me to fight him, but I couldn't. I tried grabbing his pole. I threw it into the dumpster. I tried to swing a blow at him, but he grabbed my fist. He bent my elbow the opposite way. It ripped inside. He twisted it once more, the flesh of my arm ripping this time. He threw my defunct arm to the ground.
Weak and dizzy, hurtled a left handed punch. He dodged it and jabbed a hard strike into my back. I groaned in pain, falling to the ground. Calling for backup would be my only hope. I called. "Raven! Help me!" I groaned. I felt something go through my hand. Through the middle of my com-link and the palm of my hand was a narrow stick made of titanium ten times stronger than steel. The shaded demon raised his pole above me. Had I not have moved, it would've struck my heart. Instead, it went through my stomach. I gasped for breath in the crisp autumn air, but none was left. I heard a small laugh of amusement, satisfaction, or humor as the world went dark.
author's note: ...Wow...Did I do that? Sorry guys...I didn't mean it! I was mad because we can't have our birthday party this weekend, so I took it out on Robin! The whole conversation thing was for pure humor. I will think of something, but for now, he's dead.
Niobe