Chapter 2
Cold Blood
In the city, it was a big deal already. Traffic was jammed, and both police and news vans blocked off the entrance to the scene of the crime. A group of armed terrorists had seized a medical facility and were holding several doctors at gunpoint. One hostage had been executed already, his body lying in the front steps. Bullet-ridden police cars were being used as covers for the wounded policemen. Starfire and Raven were the first on the scene, hovering towards the upper windows, Robin and Beast-Boy circling around back to examine the rear exits. Cyborg kept eye on everything, through everyone's battle monitors.
"Titans, set?"
"Starfire and Raven set."
"Beast-boy and-"
A loud crash sounded inside, followed by machine-gun fire. Within minutes, the chaos inside had ended. Cyborg surveyed the entrance, someone was running fast towards them. It was one of the masked terrorists, and he was running from something. He made it outside and threw himself on the floor, and was quickly surrounded by the Titans, and handcuffed.
"Well, that was simple." Chuckled Robin, as the rest of the policemen headed inside to tend to the wounded and scared medical facility. The criminal was crying know, begging for mercy.
"Relax, it's going to be okay." Said Starfire, helping him up to his feet.
"No, it won't." It was a cold voice, apparently from nowhere. Then, it happened. The air began to foam up and turn into a purple and black mist, revealing first the metal mask, then the full form of Wicked. He held a silver-plated magnum revolver in his hand. Without asking questions, the man in the silver mask raised the gun and brought it up to the terrorist's back, and depressed the trigger twice. The criminal dropped to the ground, dead, to the horror of Starfire, who was inches away. "MURDERER!" A beam shot out of her hands, impacting Wicked and propelling him feet away. As he got up, Robin rushed at him. Wicked jumped, thrusting his right leg, which was deftly blocked by Robin, and then spun, dropping with his foot on Robin. Robin quickly got back up, but not fast enough, seeing that he was being surrounded, Wicked threw a fast series of punches at Robin's ribs, and then threw him in the air, intercepting the swooping Raven.
A beam shot out from somewhere, and struck the spot where Wicked was. Or where he was just a split second ago, as only a smoldering spot in the tar remained. He made a dash for the air, away from the group. "Such...I cannot do this. Worry about the police, not about me." Several beams flew out of Wicked's hands, impacting the police cars and the areas around them, wounding several more policemen and news reporters. "GET THE POLICE, I'LL GET HIM!" yelled Starfire, her eyes glowing a deathly shade of green. Wicked spotted her and began hovering away, laughing coldly. Starfire threw a bolt of energy at him, and Wicked was hit, catapulting him into a nearby alley. Once again, the evil laugh echoed through Starfire's head. "Who are you, and why must you do this!" She covered her eyes, and that weakened her position. She heard a small crackle in the air, and then she a strong bolt of energy hit her square in the chest, and she fell down, down, and down...the last words she heard were "...and justice for all."
When she opened her eyes again, she was in a room at the medical facility in miniature that the Teen Titans had at their tower.
Not too far away, the Wicked planned his next move, using a portable computer for research. His arm was bleeding, but not too badly, where the beam from the woman had struck him. His regeneration was taken longer than usual with that wound. Finally...a real target.