Withdrawn into the darkness of his broken mind, Breach lamented his own existance. Had he not come into being, none of the people he loved would have come to harm. If only he had never met Emily, never taken her in...
Drawn by the sound of muffled crying, the young, golden eyed youth had ventured into the wet alley. The distant-sounding drip had served to momentarily distract Breach from the constant agony that wracked his thin frame, ripping through him with every waking moment. The gold that rimmed his eyes had wthdrawn as he seemed to glide through the alley, his broken spirit twisting his back into a fearful hunch.
It was there that he had found her, huddled in a pile of wet garbage bags, weeping into the chest of a stuffed dog. Breach had simply stared at her, a lump rising in his throat. And it was then that she saw him, looking up at the cloaked boy with open, innocent eyes. The clear emerald brilliance of her eyes was shadowed by a soul-scarring pain, hiding just beneath the surface. She too, had been hurt before.
His knees has soaked through almost instantly as he dropped to them, his arms outstretched. As she ran to him, her tiny arms not reaching his back, it was difficult to tell where the rain ended and the tears began. His arms wrapped around her, his heavy cloak shielding the uncommon pair from the pounding rain. The filth streaming from his tangled, shoulder-length hair seeped into the already-soaked darkness of his cloak.
After a moment of mutual comfort, Breach had stood, cradling the hurt child in his deceptivly strong arms.
Huddling in the darkness, Breach ignored the heavy blows that were, in fact, killing him. His arm was broken, thighbone shattered. Scion was caught in a fit of passion, his armored fist rising and falling with the sickening crunch of iron on bone.
The dark warehouse was set up like an ancient temple, a long hallway lined with flaming braziers. The walls were painted gold, and a carpet of rich brocade stetched the length of the hallway, stopping at the foot of what appeared to be a sacrificial altar. Perched in between two twisting onyx spires was a golden, glowing figure, shaped in the ancient god-forms of old.
It seemed to shift, filling the mind of whoever so much as ganced at it with vivid hallucinations of their deepest, darkest desire come true. It called to it's intended victim, filling their mind with dark, twisted promises. In truth, the idol simply seeked to kill, to take the souls of those around it. Scion knew this, and that was why he had tracked down Breach.
Breach was of ancient descent, his actual age unknown. His awareness was reborn every hundred years, his mind going into hibernation as his host body died, awaiting his reawakening. Breach was surrounded by a power-void, deadly to those with any spark of power in them. If touched in any way, the power-void would assilimate and destroy the offending person. It was this void that would allow Breach to touch the idol unharmed, to harness its power for Scion.
And that was why Breach never took off his gloves.
The custom-built grips on the soles of Cyborg's feet matched the pedal grips on the T-Car perfectly, locking in as if they were made for each other. Ironically, they were. He forced a grin for Robin next to him in the Birdcycle, and the Boy Wonder forced one in response. None of the Titans were looking forward to this misson...
It was too damned dark, Beast Boy decided. He was cruising several hundred feet above Starfire and Raven, who were avoiding each other rather pointedly. None of the Titans had settled stomachs, either. They were going through a bad time, after Terra had left them.
Even Raven's stomach was tied in a knot. She was not looking forward to seeing that poor little girl. They had been hunting her for about a week, each lead coming up dead. It had hurt them all to think of what was happening to poor Emily, but Raven had felt the pain most acutely. She had known what it was like to be all alone before, surrounded by nothing but fear.
Starfire soared along, her normally bubbly mood sobering fast as they drew closer to the warehouse.
All the Titans arrived within seconds of each other, the wheels of the T-Car and the Birdcycle kicking up a large cloud of dust. Robin had opted to leave his helmet at home, the shaky feeling in his stomach overriding his innate sense of self-preservation. He motioned weakly to Cyborg, who in response unleashed his Sonic Blaster, just as planned. Starfire and Beast Boy charged in through the smoke, while Raven took Robin through the wall in a dark portal. Cyborge moved into the doorway slowly, providing cover for the entrenched Titans.
Breach's vison was beginning to blur as a small explosion slammed into Scion's armored chest, his once fury-filled eyes registering suprise as a steel-tipped boot crumpled his mask. All around him, the sounds of battle raged, the rumble of combat clashing with Emily's high, wheedling screams.
Emily.
That singular, driving thought drove him forward, pulling himself forwards with his one whole arm. In a brilliant stroke of luck, the Prophet who had Emily clutched in his arms tripped over Breach's slow-moving form, spilling the little girl to the floor. As the Prophet lunged for him, Breach used his own weight to pull off him glove, his bare hand contacting with the Prophet's pale face.
An unseen, inner pulse ran through the two of them, the void within Breach expanding suddenly as the Prophet's lifeforce filled it, draining the blood from his cheeks. He quelled the rampaging life quickly, his blurring vison taking in the shocked visage of the dead Prophet.
Breach's body covered Emily's protectively, moments before the blackness took him.
A/N: Rather short again...ahem. Well, I may have some romantical stuff in the next chapter, but I am not sure. Thanks to Ms. Grumble, I appreciate your review.
Drawn by the sound of muffled crying, the young, golden eyed youth had ventured into the wet alley. The distant-sounding drip had served to momentarily distract Breach from the constant agony that wracked his thin frame, ripping through him with every waking moment. The gold that rimmed his eyes had wthdrawn as he seemed to glide through the alley, his broken spirit twisting his back into a fearful hunch.
It was there that he had found her, huddled in a pile of wet garbage bags, weeping into the chest of a stuffed dog. Breach had simply stared at her, a lump rising in his throat. And it was then that she saw him, looking up at the cloaked boy with open, innocent eyes. The clear emerald brilliance of her eyes was shadowed by a soul-scarring pain, hiding just beneath the surface. She too, had been hurt before.
His knees has soaked through almost instantly as he dropped to them, his arms outstretched. As she ran to him, her tiny arms not reaching his back, it was difficult to tell where the rain ended and the tears began. His arms wrapped around her, his heavy cloak shielding the uncommon pair from the pounding rain. The filth streaming from his tangled, shoulder-length hair seeped into the already-soaked darkness of his cloak.
After a moment of mutual comfort, Breach had stood, cradling the hurt child in his deceptivly strong arms.
Huddling in the darkness, Breach ignored the heavy blows that were, in fact, killing him. His arm was broken, thighbone shattered. Scion was caught in a fit of passion, his armored fist rising and falling with the sickening crunch of iron on bone.
The dark warehouse was set up like an ancient temple, a long hallway lined with flaming braziers. The walls were painted gold, and a carpet of rich brocade stetched the length of the hallway, stopping at the foot of what appeared to be a sacrificial altar. Perched in between two twisting onyx spires was a golden, glowing figure, shaped in the ancient god-forms of old.
It seemed to shift, filling the mind of whoever so much as ganced at it with vivid hallucinations of their deepest, darkest desire come true. It called to it's intended victim, filling their mind with dark, twisted promises. In truth, the idol simply seeked to kill, to take the souls of those around it. Scion knew this, and that was why he had tracked down Breach.
Breach was of ancient descent, his actual age unknown. His awareness was reborn every hundred years, his mind going into hibernation as his host body died, awaiting his reawakening. Breach was surrounded by a power-void, deadly to those with any spark of power in them. If touched in any way, the power-void would assilimate and destroy the offending person. It was this void that would allow Breach to touch the idol unharmed, to harness its power for Scion.
And that was why Breach never took off his gloves.
The custom-built grips on the soles of Cyborg's feet matched the pedal grips on the T-Car perfectly, locking in as if they were made for each other. Ironically, they were. He forced a grin for Robin next to him in the Birdcycle, and the Boy Wonder forced one in response. None of the Titans were looking forward to this misson...
It was too damned dark, Beast Boy decided. He was cruising several hundred feet above Starfire and Raven, who were avoiding each other rather pointedly. None of the Titans had settled stomachs, either. They were going through a bad time, after Terra had left them.
Even Raven's stomach was tied in a knot. She was not looking forward to seeing that poor little girl. They had been hunting her for about a week, each lead coming up dead. It had hurt them all to think of what was happening to poor Emily, but Raven had felt the pain most acutely. She had known what it was like to be all alone before, surrounded by nothing but fear.
Starfire soared along, her normally bubbly mood sobering fast as they drew closer to the warehouse.
All the Titans arrived within seconds of each other, the wheels of the T-Car and the Birdcycle kicking up a large cloud of dust. Robin had opted to leave his helmet at home, the shaky feeling in his stomach overriding his innate sense of self-preservation. He motioned weakly to Cyborg, who in response unleashed his Sonic Blaster, just as planned. Starfire and Beast Boy charged in through the smoke, while Raven took Robin through the wall in a dark portal. Cyborge moved into the doorway slowly, providing cover for the entrenched Titans.
Breach's vison was beginning to blur as a small explosion slammed into Scion's armored chest, his once fury-filled eyes registering suprise as a steel-tipped boot crumpled his mask. All around him, the sounds of battle raged, the rumble of combat clashing with Emily's high, wheedling screams.
Emily.
That singular, driving thought drove him forward, pulling himself forwards with his one whole arm. In a brilliant stroke of luck, the Prophet who had Emily clutched in his arms tripped over Breach's slow-moving form, spilling the little girl to the floor. As the Prophet lunged for him, Breach used his own weight to pull off him glove, his bare hand contacting with the Prophet's pale face.
An unseen, inner pulse ran through the two of them, the void within Breach expanding suddenly as the Prophet's lifeforce filled it, draining the blood from his cheeks. He quelled the rampaging life quickly, his blurring vison taking in the shocked visage of the dead Prophet.
Breach's body covered Emily's protectively, moments before the blackness took him.
A/N: Rather short again...ahem. Well, I may have some romantical stuff in the next chapter, but I am not sure. Thanks to Ms. Grumble, I appreciate your review.