Chapter 8: Hell Itself
A/N Ok so I don't know how you guys are going to react to this chapter, but it is necessary to the rest of the story. And I hope I don't offend anyone with the chapter and some of its contents.
Arrendi
Dedication: To all my loyal reviewers, but especially Zako, Cielita, Melphie 13, and my best friends from home.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans or Batman, but you all know that because if I did there would be some major changes going on..... coughnomoreRobinandStarfirecough
Katarina's blond hair was matted with blood, and her blue-green eyes reflected the agonizing pain she was in. Any member of her family that was down here had taken their turn at trying to kill the immortal girl. She might not be able to die, but she could defiantly feel pain. One of them had found someone to try and rape her, but she had fought back. She had been threw mind games where they killed all of the Titans, Robin the last one to die, she had been threw deceptions of the world above her collapsing into war and devastation, and everyone who had strived so hard to save humanity dieing slow agonizing deaths, and she had been threw deceptions of the worst thing possible; she was the one to kill them all, the Titans, the Justice League, all of them had been at her mercy, Robin had begged her not to do it, but she had killed them anyway. She now sat in a small room with no windows and no doors, no light, just the pounding of her own heart. Most people on Earth thought of hell as lots of fire, and a red pointy tailed, forked tongue menace running around laughing his head off as people melted to death, but they were wrong. Hell was nothing but the worst possible things that could happen to a person, their worst nightmares come true. Katarina had seen what happened to those that stayed in this place to long, her father had done that, and then he had come back to Earth a broken image of his formally evil self. Tears began to stream down Kat's face, right now all she wanted to do was run to Robin and cry, maybe even be held by him.
A puff of black smoke and her brother appeared. Pitro looked exactly the same as what he had on Earth, but now he had this cocky smile on his face. It was his turn to give the dirty little traitor what she deserved. His sisters blue-green eyes looked tortured, demented, and in pure agony. She bore the marks of what the rest of her family had done to her, cuts bruises, broken bones, everything imaginable.
"Little sister, I will not do any physical harm to you." Pitro sneered "Because mental is my forte. You see all I am going to do is make you watch, watch your beloved Robin's torture from your own sacrifice."
Katarina gasped; this was too much. She knew that Pitro and Demy were probably orchestrating some of Robin's pain. In seconds she was watching as Robin paced around his room slamming his fists into the wall and yelling. His gloves were ripped from where he had punched his mirror and not taken care of the cuts that dripped blood onto the floor, he was torturing himself. Work lay strewn about the floor, untouched or ripped to shreds, and he had thrown pictures here and there. Another seen appeared this time at night, where he tossed and turned in his bed murmuring about saving his parents. Pitro laughed.
"Did you know that dear Robin watched his parents die? Oh yes they died trying to save him and about a thousand others at a charity fund raiser of his circus. He couldn't do anything but watch them. Its fun to torcher him with. Demy does such a nice job of bringing forth the absolute worst thing to ever happen to him. She's even conjured up nightmares of Robin killing his teammates and then Batman, his own mentor. He doesn't even think about the girl in black leather in his dreams, even though you so stupidly warned him!"
"NO!" screamed Katarina suddenly "I won't let you do this!"
"And just what do you think your going to do about it?" sneered Pitro.
"I am going to make you wish you'd never messed with me!" Kat whispered her eyes flashing with anger and defiance.
"You're powerless!" laughed Pitro "You're a stupid powerless white demon who can't defend herself in Hell, GET USED TO......"
Pitro didn't finish his sentence because Katarina called every thought, every fiber of her soul to her and defied the very depths of Hell. Pure white light filled the room and then disintegrated the walls that bound her to this place. Her family came rushing towards her to fight her down into the room once more, but it was useless.
"Don't even try." She said a cocky little smile forming on her mouth "Or you'll all end up like Pitro."
Pitro floated behind her rocking back and forth singing little kiddy songs. Demy rushed forward and wrapped her arms around her brother's cold form.
"What did you do to him?" yelled Demy her eyes turning midnight blue and her anger becoming evident in her voice.
"I gave him what none of your have" Katarina laughed "A conscious."
Her family gasped and lunged for her, but Katarina was gone. She appeared in a dark, dingy alley, in a foreign city and surrounded by foreign enemies.
