Chapter Twenty-Four-Fate's Will
Robin keeps reading about Slade's past, and Slade finds out! Will Robin get out of this tight squeeze, or will Slade finally crush him?
I left for my room, not wanting to see anyone-especially Starfire. I pulled out Slade's Diary. I read.
Today I begin training. Months have passed since my fight with Dirk after I tried stealing the control. The others have forgotten me, never to be remembered again. I am glad. I will miss them, but it doesn't matter. Dirk started the probes to show me he wasn't joking around. He did however stop them. He would have no control over me if they were killed. I miss training with the Titans, but now I must train with Dirk. I will miss Summer the most.
Spring has risen around me, but it is an everlasting winter from where I stand. My heart has been frozen in the everlasting winter, never to thaw once more. Recur has frozen with it, the new spirit of Slade filling his hole. I am evil now, a new voice triumphing over the old. I fight it, but no luck. Fate has chosen its will, and I have been devoured by it.
Recur is gone, forgotten, overlooked, deceased, dead. He shall never come back. Dirk has said when the time is right, I shall find myself in his position-in search of an apprentice. And I suppose I will. Another soul out there shall feel the pain I have felt...another heart will be broken as mine was...another mouth shall taste the sorrow as I have...another eye shall see the flames of fear surround them as I did...and another nose shall smell the smoke of hatred engulf them as they have me...
They will one day, and perhaps I shall one day be free.
-Slade
I was in tears. I thought my position was bad, but I never thought of what Slade had been through. I thought of the puzzle at home, one piece still left unsolved. I found it. Though no more pieces, I still had no idea who Slade really was or is. And I have a feeling I never will.
A knock came to my ears over my yelling thoughts. I slid the diary quietly into the drawer, silently closing it and softly walked to the door. When it was opened, I felt a sharp pain split my head. I fell down backwards, Slade taking advantage of me. He kicked me once more as I rolled, my face landing pressed to the concrete. I felt another pain split my head. I felt my skull shatter inside as the pain blaring around me.
I screamed inside, feeling darkness surrounding me. I felt one more fierce kick crash into my skull from the bloodthirsty man that inside was innocent. The world was black, and I knew not where I was, but I spoke. I was unconscious as I spoke, not a breath inside. "Why, Slade? Why...?" It echoed through his mind and the dark factory alongside the water of Pier Forty-One.
author's note: Wow...short yet awesome! I was having a writer's block, but I figured out how to fix that! Next chap is sad, but very ironic. I have the plot figured out. Just so you know, I am gonna start another TT FF soon called Strike Back. I know what happens, but I ain't gonna tell. Chapter One is called An Ant and a Note (that annoys my sis .), and it is pretty cool. Also, I made some changes on Chapter 23, so skim for them, Peace!
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