Disclaimer: all characters and locations unless featured in the Teen Titans
show or otherwise, are property of Mr. Bigg.
Author's Note- I apologize for the recent sub-par chapters (sub-par? Noooo!), but I'm in a bit of a hectic time right now. As soon as summer hits, I'll get to workin' harder on the story. In regards to mi/ri- Here's your chapter featuring Teen titans. There!! Happy!? It must feel SO good to badger the author!
Kidding.
LOCATION: Unknown (Earth's upper atmosphere)
Dr. Tyr washed his hands fervently, barely containing his excitement for the upcoming operation. If all turned out as he thought it would, he would quickly become the most powerful man on Earth.
"Well, I already am the most powerful man on Earth, so, what's the point?" Dr, Tyr thought aloud, staring at Beast Boy's comatose form. He sighed, picking up a pair of gloves. When you're as high up as he, you don't really have anywhere to go. Perfection has its limitations, after all.
He picked up a scalpel, preparing to make the first incision. Slowly he brought the blade's tip to Beast Boy's emerald skin, and with a calm precision, he forced on the blade.
"Dr. Tyr!" shouted a filtered voice from behind. The scalpel went flying from Tyr's hand in surprise. The shocked doctor whirled around, staring menacingly at the new arrivals.
Three of his security personnel stood before him, two in black. The third was head and shoulders over his comrades, clad in scarlet armor. His face mask was smooth and featureless, giving the wearer an inhuman quality.
"You idiots! I gave strict orders to be left in privacy! You blundering fools could've ruined the procedure!" Tyr yelled.
"I'm sorry sir, but one of the captives escaped. I thought you should know," The red officer said.
Tyr's face boiled in anger as his silver eye flashed dangerously. The red officer's companions fell to the ground, screaming in agony. The Red officer paid no heed to the men.
Dr. Tyr quickly grabbed a syringe from his belt, shakily jabbing it into his elbow. As the serum coursed into his arm, his face cleared. He looked into the red officer's face, saying, "You have done well to warn me, Genocide. We must investigate this immediately. Has Kiyo been told?"
"No, sir. I thought telling you would be more prudent," Genocide responded. He quickly pressed two fingers into his own temple. "They got him cornered. He's up near the bridge," He said, relaying the chatter to Tyr.
"Very well. Have Kiyo go to that area immediately. I want this matter dealt with now," Tyr ordered. He turned around, preparing himself for surgery once more.
"Sir! I am perfectly capable of dealing with the captive on my own!" Genocide said, with a hint of desperation in his voice.
"Never the less, you will summon Kiyo," Dr. Tyr said. "Do not question my orders, Genocide, or you may end up like your two friends here," He added gravely, kicking one of the collapsed guards lightly. He turned his back to the red officer, closing the door behind him.
Dr. Tyr punched a few digits one the door's access pad, locking the door and ensuring his privacy. He turned to Beast Boy, picked up his scalpel and continued where he left off. With a euphoric hum, the operation began. Tyr's joy was not without cause; this boy would be his greatest creation to date.
Robin tore frantically through the base. No time to stop, no time to fight, no time to think; he could only run. His muscles screamed with every step, his brain pounded inside his skull, ticking away like a bomb about to detonate. He wanted to stop, to rest, but he dared not. Injured and trapped like he was, he was still hunted mercilessly. He needed to find his friends and get out of there. A small, sardonic grin crossed his lips. Despite the odds, he still had one advantage.
A wounded animal is far more dangerous than a normal one.
The hallway ended abruptly, leaving Robin with a door as his only option. He slowed his sprint to a cautious walk, pressing his ear against the cold steel of the door. He heard nothing. Either the room was empty, or it was soundproof. Robin hoped for option A, but expected option B.
He quickly opened the door and leapt straight up, retreating into the shadows above the door. Fives seconds, ten seconds, nobody came. He tentatively lowered his head, catching a glimpse of the interior. It was barren.
He dropped to the ground, slinking inside. The room was some sort of amphitheatre- the terraced floor sprawled out beneath his feet; massive pillars supported the gradually rising roof. There was no exit in sight.
"The good doctor seeks you, prisoner. Your flight ends hear," an accented voice said. Robin reflexively leapt from his spot, narrowly avoiding a ground-shaking kick. He rolled into a defensive stance, preparing to face his attacker.
She was not one of the hulking, black-suited guards he had seen earlier. She was just under Robin's height, with two jet black braids that ran to the floor. Each was capped with its own ornate ring. The Asian girl wore a black body suit, over which she wore a bright scarlet robe.
"Very well. Challenge me, and I'll let you go. But I warn you- I could use a good fight!" The girl shouted jumping at her foe. Robin barely managed to parry several blows until the girl landed a blow in his abdomen. The sheer force sent him flying into a pillar, sending lances of pain through his back. The girl came at him immediately, holding nothing back.
Robin ripped a metal panel from the floor, shielding himself from the onslaught. "Very well, little red bird. You were starting to bore me anyways," The girl said. She reached behind her back, producing an apple- sized blob of silver material in her palm. The blob elongated itself instantly, becoming a six foot pole of metal.
Robin's shield was shattered by the first blow. He jumped to evade the second, but it landed on his calf. The blow hammered him into the floor, and Robin knew his leg was broken. In a last, futile effort he took the shards of the metal, throwing them at the girl.
One shard missed entirely. The other struck her cheek, cutting her deep. She grimaced, touching the blood on her face. She soon smiled, and Robin watched in horror as the cut repaired itself instantly.
"You know my secret..." She said, smiling. She moved in close, and Robin's vision grew hazy. The darkness enveloped him, and he welcomed it.
Author's Note- I apologize for the recent sub-par chapters (sub-par? Noooo!), but I'm in a bit of a hectic time right now. As soon as summer hits, I'll get to workin' harder on the story. In regards to mi/ri- Here's your chapter featuring Teen titans. There!! Happy!? It must feel SO good to badger the author!
Kidding.
LOCATION: Unknown (Earth's upper atmosphere)
Dr. Tyr washed his hands fervently, barely containing his excitement for the upcoming operation. If all turned out as he thought it would, he would quickly become the most powerful man on Earth.
"Well, I already am the most powerful man on Earth, so, what's the point?" Dr, Tyr thought aloud, staring at Beast Boy's comatose form. He sighed, picking up a pair of gloves. When you're as high up as he, you don't really have anywhere to go. Perfection has its limitations, after all.
He picked up a scalpel, preparing to make the first incision. Slowly he brought the blade's tip to Beast Boy's emerald skin, and with a calm precision, he forced on the blade.
"Dr. Tyr!" shouted a filtered voice from behind. The scalpel went flying from Tyr's hand in surprise. The shocked doctor whirled around, staring menacingly at the new arrivals.
Three of his security personnel stood before him, two in black. The third was head and shoulders over his comrades, clad in scarlet armor. His face mask was smooth and featureless, giving the wearer an inhuman quality.
"You idiots! I gave strict orders to be left in privacy! You blundering fools could've ruined the procedure!" Tyr yelled.
"I'm sorry sir, but one of the captives escaped. I thought you should know," The red officer said.
Tyr's face boiled in anger as his silver eye flashed dangerously. The red officer's companions fell to the ground, screaming in agony. The Red officer paid no heed to the men.
Dr. Tyr quickly grabbed a syringe from his belt, shakily jabbing it into his elbow. As the serum coursed into his arm, his face cleared. He looked into the red officer's face, saying, "You have done well to warn me, Genocide. We must investigate this immediately. Has Kiyo been told?"
"No, sir. I thought telling you would be more prudent," Genocide responded. He quickly pressed two fingers into his own temple. "They got him cornered. He's up near the bridge," He said, relaying the chatter to Tyr.
"Very well. Have Kiyo go to that area immediately. I want this matter dealt with now," Tyr ordered. He turned around, preparing himself for surgery once more.
"Sir! I am perfectly capable of dealing with the captive on my own!" Genocide said, with a hint of desperation in his voice.
"Never the less, you will summon Kiyo," Dr. Tyr said. "Do not question my orders, Genocide, or you may end up like your two friends here," He added gravely, kicking one of the collapsed guards lightly. He turned his back to the red officer, closing the door behind him.
Dr. Tyr punched a few digits one the door's access pad, locking the door and ensuring his privacy. He turned to Beast Boy, picked up his scalpel and continued where he left off. With a euphoric hum, the operation began. Tyr's joy was not without cause; this boy would be his greatest creation to date.
Robin tore frantically through the base. No time to stop, no time to fight, no time to think; he could only run. His muscles screamed with every step, his brain pounded inside his skull, ticking away like a bomb about to detonate. He wanted to stop, to rest, but he dared not. Injured and trapped like he was, he was still hunted mercilessly. He needed to find his friends and get out of there. A small, sardonic grin crossed his lips. Despite the odds, he still had one advantage.
A wounded animal is far more dangerous than a normal one.
The hallway ended abruptly, leaving Robin with a door as his only option. He slowed his sprint to a cautious walk, pressing his ear against the cold steel of the door. He heard nothing. Either the room was empty, or it was soundproof. Robin hoped for option A, but expected option B.
He quickly opened the door and leapt straight up, retreating into the shadows above the door. Fives seconds, ten seconds, nobody came. He tentatively lowered his head, catching a glimpse of the interior. It was barren.
He dropped to the ground, slinking inside. The room was some sort of amphitheatre- the terraced floor sprawled out beneath his feet; massive pillars supported the gradually rising roof. There was no exit in sight.
"The good doctor seeks you, prisoner. Your flight ends hear," an accented voice said. Robin reflexively leapt from his spot, narrowly avoiding a ground-shaking kick. He rolled into a defensive stance, preparing to face his attacker.
She was not one of the hulking, black-suited guards he had seen earlier. She was just under Robin's height, with two jet black braids that ran to the floor. Each was capped with its own ornate ring. The Asian girl wore a black body suit, over which she wore a bright scarlet robe.
"Very well. Challenge me, and I'll let you go. But I warn you- I could use a good fight!" The girl shouted jumping at her foe. Robin barely managed to parry several blows until the girl landed a blow in his abdomen. The sheer force sent him flying into a pillar, sending lances of pain through his back. The girl came at him immediately, holding nothing back.
Robin ripped a metal panel from the floor, shielding himself from the onslaught. "Very well, little red bird. You were starting to bore me anyways," The girl said. She reached behind her back, producing an apple- sized blob of silver material in her palm. The blob elongated itself instantly, becoming a six foot pole of metal.
Robin's shield was shattered by the first blow. He jumped to evade the second, but it landed on his calf. The blow hammered him into the floor, and Robin knew his leg was broken. In a last, futile effort he took the shards of the metal, throwing them at the girl.
One shard missed entirely. The other struck her cheek, cutting her deep. She grimaced, touching the blood on her face. She soon smiled, and Robin watched in horror as the cut repaired itself instantly.
"You know my secret..." She said, smiling. She moved in close, and Robin's vision grew hazy. The darkness enveloped him, and he welcomed it.