thank you to everyone that reviewed! I used to wonder why authors cared so much about reviews, but now I know how wonderful they are! so if you read this please review. by the bye, I'm really sorry if you don't like where this is going, but um yeah, inspiration is wierd like that. also, the characters are the ages I think they are(I forgot to mention this last chapter) : Robin, 17, Cyborg, 18, Raven and Beast Boy, 16, Starfire, almost 16 Terra, 17, Slade 29 (ooold)
Slade was horrible to me. And wonderful. Never was there a slave driver who more passionately forced their slaves along. I worked on my powers twice as many hours a day than all my other activities combined. But despite my exhaustion, I took comfort in knowing that Slade was pleased with my progress. Better yet, he was pleased with me. The times when he wasn't driving me to exhaustion he treated me with the utmost respect. He talked to me over the meals I ate (he ate separately, I suppose to keep from taking off his mask). He told me that originally Robin was his apprentice, he was very stubbornly uncooperative, and that extreme measures were needed to keep him from misbehaving. He said he was glad that I was more cooperative, that my willingness to please would make me a very fine apprentice indeed. He said that together we would do great things in the world, someday, and I found myself looking foreword to that day. He told me the truth about good and evil: that there is no such thing, that there is only power, those who have it, and those who don't, and that he intended to be one of those with power. He told me that the only true evil comes from those who delude themselves enough to believe that they are indeed good, and that he did no such thing, he didn't pretend to be anything he was not, good or evil.
He was always with me. Whether it be talking to me over meals, overseeing my training, or helping my combat skills. I improved quickly in the combat department, probably because I had such and excellent teacher, even though I was always afraid of losing control of my powers (we lived underground, by the way, which could have been very dangerous, but Slade told me not to worry, that if I lost control over my powers, I would probably trigger a volcano and take the whole city with me). I was miserably happy with him, and never wanted to leave his side.
Soon he started sending me out on missions. Simple ones at first, like stealing little things, just for practice, then more difficult ones, like stealing highly guarded secrets from NASA. I always succeeded, and when I pleased him, he praised me, but when I failed him... well, I never failed him.
Once after a particularly difficult assignment (I had successfully procured some of the newest discoveries on the time space continuum, what he wanted with those, I had no idea, but I hadn't been caught, and it would be nearly a week before anyone noticed they were missing), he laughed unnaturally and held me by the shoulders an arms length away from him and told me I was wonderful. Then he did something strange, he stroked my cheek and ran his gloved fingers through my hair, then pulled me into a tight hug, one hand on my head, the other around my waist. I was too stunned to move, but even if I hadn't been, I wouldn't have moved away. When he let me go, he stood still for a moment, looking at me, then turned away and said quietly that it had been a long day for both of us, and that I must go rest. I bowed and quickly obliged, wondering what was going on.
I loved him and hated him all in one stream of thought. I wanted to make him angry, but with the same breath, longed to be accepted by him. There had been times where I wanted nothing more than to leave, and times when I felt I would never want to leave him. I fell asleep confused, and had strange dreams in which Slade couldn't seem to decide whether he wanted to punish me, or hold me as he had done the night before. I could tell that his actions were not fatherly, but rather, something far different.
The next morning I awoke early as usual, and as usual, the food was ready and Slade was sitting across the way. The meal was a strange one. Rather than talking to me like he usually did, Slade simply watched me eat with a strange fascination, as though he had never seen another human eat before. Finally, when I was done, he spoke.
"Come here, Terra," he said. I did as he said, and walked until I stood right next to his chair. He too stood up, and stood very close to me. "I think you are ready, my dear," he put a finger beneath my chin and tilted my face towards his, "I think you are ready to destroy your old 'friends,' the Teen Titans
I didn't even flinch.
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