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Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans.
Claimer: I own Porsche.
Virus Trouble
Chapter 2:
The Attack
Tuesday morning dawned peacefully on the Titans as they lounged in the front room. Cyborg and Beastboy were torching each other on the Gamestation, Raven was sitting at the far end of the couch reading and ignoring everyone, Starfire was making pudding, and Robin was sitting at the kitchen table fixing his hair. Starfire hovered in front of the Titan leader and looked questioningly at him.
"Friend Robin, why must you use that entire bottle of hair goop to get your hair the usual way?"
"Because Starfire..." Robin squeezed out the last glob and fixed the last hair strand into a point. "I need to be lookin' hot for any of the female villains so I can woo them."
A snort came from Raven over by the couch.
"He needs that hair gel because without it, he would look like a nerd with a pudding bowl hair-cut. I've seen his hair when he wakes up."
Robin cast a withering glare at his gothic friend. Starfire, shrugging off the nerd comment, plunked down a large bowl in front of the Boy Wonder. It contained her new pudding, and it was a lovely green color.
"Will you try my Pudding of Glee, friend Robin?"
Robin backed away from the pudding, which was moving and making grunting noises in its bowl.
"Um, gee Star...it looks, um, alive..."
Suddenly, Cyborg's GameStation went off with a flicker. Following it, were all the lights in Titan's tower. The front room was plunged in total darkness. Glass shattering from the big front window caused the Titans to be even more confused as three figures jumped in and landed on the coffee table. One was shorter, and had some sort of gun. It took aim, and hit each of the Titans in the upper arm.
Raven gasped as she felt the bite of a dart cut into her skin, and liquid flow into her veins. Then, as quick as they had come, the figures jumped back out of the window. Shocked silence reigned in the front room. A glow from Starfire brought everyone back to his or her senses.
"Whoa! Dude, what happened?"
"What happened was that we've been darted," the sarcastic voice of Raven said. "Question is; with what?"
"Um, guys?"
Cyborg's voice came from across the room. He was trying to manually open the door leading to the rest of the tower, but for some reason, it was fused shut. The door began to glow blue, and a volt of electricity shot through the android. He keeled over, and fell to the ground with a dull thud. Starfire screamed, and Robin rushed over to his friend.
"His battery pack has been drained," he reported. "Someone has activated the electric defenses in the Tower. We're trapped."
Beastboy rushed over to the big picture windows and stared out at the city.
"Guys, look! The city has lost power too!"
Raven floated beside the Green One and pulled the dart out of his shoulder. All the fluid had been drained from the capsule, and she threw it away.
"Great, just great. We needed Cyborg to analyze this stuff we were darted with. Now we're locked in."
Starfire gulped, and Robin tried his best to calm his team.
"Look, I'm sure its nothing. We have food in the fridge and the pantry, so we can hold out until then. Beastboy: get the battery radio from the closet. Raven: find flashlights. We need to find out what's happening in the city."
And with that, the Titans scattered, finding comfort in their leader's words. But inside them, a tiny micro-organism is amplifying, reproducing, and starting the first phases of a hostile take-over.
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Meanwhile, up on top of a building, shielded by neon letters, Porsche and Slade squatted with dart-guns in hand. They were over-looking one of the busiest streets in Jump City. All around them, Slade's cronies were shooting at the citizens with similar dart-guns. Panic was ensuing on the streets; for Slade had made sure everyone was well hidden so darts seemed to fly from every which way.
"Now, Porsche, I trust that your raid of the Titan's Tower went well?"
Porsche loaded another dart and sent it flying down to hit another person.
"Quite. They are now locked in with the electric barriers at full power."
"Excellent. Now, remind me again how these darts work."
Porsche held one up to Slade's one eye. It was filled with yellow-clear Ebola serum.
"These darts contain the laboratory-grown Ebola Zaire. If we shoot just the right amount at the citizens, then the Ebola should spread without any problems to the city. The Ebola will act as a chaos-smoke screen, so then you and your hench-men can plunder all you like."
Slade grinned and loaded up his gun.
"I like the way you think, Porsche."
And he let the dart fly.
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In the shadows of a small ally, a darkened figure watched the panic in the streets.
"This is even more serious then I had imagined," she thought. "Porsche, what have you done?"
She ran to the end of the ally and leapt over the wall. Not stopping, she ran through the winding back lanes of Jump City.
"I'm going to need some extreme back-up for this. Forgive my meddling, Porsch."
And with that, she jumped down into a sewer hole and was out of sight.
To Be Continued....
MoonDeity: Dun-dun-dun! To guys with pudding-bowl haircuts: please do not get offended by Raven's comment. I am sure you have a cool pudding-bowl haircut that outrivals my picture of a pudding-bowl haircut. Don't sue, just review.®
Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans.
Claimer: I own Porsche.
Virus Trouble
Chapter 2:
The Attack
Tuesday morning dawned peacefully on the Titans as they lounged in the front room. Cyborg and Beastboy were torching each other on the Gamestation, Raven was sitting at the far end of the couch reading and ignoring everyone, Starfire was making pudding, and Robin was sitting at the kitchen table fixing his hair. Starfire hovered in front of the Titan leader and looked questioningly at him.
"Friend Robin, why must you use that entire bottle of hair goop to get your hair the usual way?"
"Because Starfire..." Robin squeezed out the last glob and fixed the last hair strand into a point. "I need to be lookin' hot for any of the female villains so I can woo them."
A snort came from Raven over by the couch.
"He needs that hair gel because without it, he would look like a nerd with a pudding bowl hair-cut. I've seen his hair when he wakes up."
Robin cast a withering glare at his gothic friend. Starfire, shrugging off the nerd comment, plunked down a large bowl in front of the Boy Wonder. It contained her new pudding, and it was a lovely green color.
"Will you try my Pudding of Glee, friend Robin?"
Robin backed away from the pudding, which was moving and making grunting noises in its bowl.
"Um, gee Star...it looks, um, alive..."
Suddenly, Cyborg's GameStation went off with a flicker. Following it, were all the lights in Titan's tower. The front room was plunged in total darkness. Glass shattering from the big front window caused the Titans to be even more confused as three figures jumped in and landed on the coffee table. One was shorter, and had some sort of gun. It took aim, and hit each of the Titans in the upper arm.
Raven gasped as she felt the bite of a dart cut into her skin, and liquid flow into her veins. Then, as quick as they had come, the figures jumped back out of the window. Shocked silence reigned in the front room. A glow from Starfire brought everyone back to his or her senses.
"Whoa! Dude, what happened?"
"What happened was that we've been darted," the sarcastic voice of Raven said. "Question is; with what?"
"Um, guys?"
Cyborg's voice came from across the room. He was trying to manually open the door leading to the rest of the tower, but for some reason, it was fused shut. The door began to glow blue, and a volt of electricity shot through the android. He keeled over, and fell to the ground with a dull thud. Starfire screamed, and Robin rushed over to his friend.
"His battery pack has been drained," he reported. "Someone has activated the electric defenses in the Tower. We're trapped."
Beastboy rushed over to the big picture windows and stared out at the city.
"Guys, look! The city has lost power too!"
Raven floated beside the Green One and pulled the dart out of his shoulder. All the fluid had been drained from the capsule, and she threw it away.
"Great, just great. We needed Cyborg to analyze this stuff we were darted with. Now we're locked in."
Starfire gulped, and Robin tried his best to calm his team.
"Look, I'm sure its nothing. We have food in the fridge and the pantry, so we can hold out until then. Beastboy: get the battery radio from the closet. Raven: find flashlights. We need to find out what's happening in the city."
And with that, the Titans scattered, finding comfort in their leader's words. But inside them, a tiny micro-organism is amplifying, reproducing, and starting the first phases of a hostile take-over.
-----------------------------------------------------------------
Meanwhile, up on top of a building, shielded by neon letters, Porsche and Slade squatted with dart-guns in hand. They were over-looking one of the busiest streets in Jump City. All around them, Slade's cronies were shooting at the citizens with similar dart-guns. Panic was ensuing on the streets; for Slade had made sure everyone was well hidden so darts seemed to fly from every which way.
"Now, Porsche, I trust that your raid of the Titan's Tower went well?"
Porsche loaded another dart and sent it flying down to hit another person.
"Quite. They are now locked in with the electric barriers at full power."
"Excellent. Now, remind me again how these darts work."
Porsche held one up to Slade's one eye. It was filled with yellow-clear Ebola serum.
"These darts contain the laboratory-grown Ebola Zaire. If we shoot just the right amount at the citizens, then the Ebola should spread without any problems to the city. The Ebola will act as a chaos-smoke screen, so then you and your hench-men can plunder all you like."
Slade grinned and loaded up his gun.
"I like the way you think, Porsche."
And he let the dart fly.
-----------------------------------------------------------------
In the shadows of a small ally, a darkened figure watched the panic in the streets.
"This is even more serious then I had imagined," she thought. "Porsche, what have you done?"
She ran to the end of the ally and leapt over the wall. Not stopping, she ran through the winding back lanes of Jump City.
"I'm going to need some extreme back-up for this. Forgive my meddling, Porsch."
And with that, she jumped down into a sewer hole and was out of sight.
To Be Continued....
MoonDeity: Dun-dun-dun! To guys with pudding-bowl haircuts: please do not get offended by Raven's comment. I am sure you have a cool pudding-bowl haircut that outrivals my picture of a pudding-bowl haircut. Don't sue, just review.®