Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans but I do own Razor McKlan and Mark.

A/N: The people who appear in this story (except Raven) belong to me. I named most of the characters from my friends. The last names however, I made up myself. (Yes, one of my friends is really named Darien. If you thought it was from SM. I hate SM, aunt loves it but I hate it. All the characters get on my nerves. And it's just outright…ehh well I won't say how I truly feel about the show since it will upset those who read this and like SM. But, hey to each his own.) Oh yeah, and one character I named after a Viking god. Guess which one.

Razor sighed as he and Raven stayed at his little camp in the woods nearby the city. A couple of days has passed since their little incident at the factory. She was glad it was over, though she wouldn't admit it. "Razor, can I ask you a question?" "You're already asking one." He answered a bit rudely. With a yawn, she spoke up, "Well, I was wondering. Why did you agree to help us in the first place? I know it isn't because Batman and Superman asked you." He didn't want to tell her the real reason he took the job. Yes, he was planning on defeating Mark, but now he solemnly swore to. His old plan was to get back to his planet Lythia and return with his partner to lay waste to Mark's plots. But he knew that all the heroes would be dead by then, so he had to find a way to defeat him before leaving. Why couldn't he just let them die? He never really cared for others in the first place. So why start now?.

"I don't know." He replied watching the moon shine its light throughout the sky. "Or you don't want to answer." Raven retorted in a nasty tone. "What did he mean by others?" "Why are you asking me now?" "Because I'm tired of trying to figure it out." Silently the knight laid against a tree as he flipped his sunglasses on. She was getting to the truth, he knew this. He could avoid her for only a small amount of time. Eventually she'd figure it out. His mind waged war upon itself whether or not to reveal everything but in the end, he chose not too. Remembering what happened on that faithful day wasn't something he wanted nor did he need, so speaking to her about it wouldn't help. His life was already in a constant hell, but that day, that was probably the day he died and was reborn again. Reborn as this monster who's haunted by his failure and past.

"So who are the others?" She asked, yet to her surprise, she had hit a soft spot. He didn't respond, nor did he get up and walked away. He just closed his eye underneath the sunglasses, yet, one on close observation could tell that he was hurting on the inside. "Those others. They were your old teammates weren't they? They died leaving you alone to face the world. That's what happened, isn't it?" A couple of tears formed in her eyes as she laid down on the soft grass and fell asleep. It was rare for her to cry but the sadness she felt coming from the sleeping Dark Knight was more than enough to bring water to the toughest of villain's eyes.

"Razor! Where are you?" She yelled out. With each step she ran through the forest surrounded by bodies. Many were beings she never seen before, others were beings she only thought mythological. Humanoid dragons, humans with angel like wings, dwarves, elves, humanoid cats, all laid out on the grassy floor, dead from many wounds. Then she caught what she believed to be their enemy, soldiers in black uniforms with familiar patch on their left arms. All were dead as well, but by whom? Gun fire and explosions could be heard ahead. With the agility of a cheetah, she pressed forward to the battle.

As she came out of the forest, before her was a scene she thought could only be in the movies. Similar beings, like the ones she saw in the forest, were battling it out with the soldiers. Magic and technology clashed horrifically. Fire was erupting all over the battle field as the soldiers countered with high powered rifles. Before her was a young boy wearing blue armor, dagger held firmly in his left hand and a pistol in his right. On his back was a very large single edge sword. It was clear to her why he wasn't swinging it, too big for him to swing right. As she walked through the field of death, she came up to the boy.

"He must be at least fifteen. He shouldn't be here." She said a bit surprised about one being so young and yet putting his life on the line for others. "Come to think of it, me and the others were a bit too young to be fighting as well." It was strange that he didn't look at her or anything. Nervously she placed her hand on the boy, watching as it phases through him. He turned to look at the castle in the background, she did the same. As the draw bridge fell, a man in a familiar set of silver armor stepped out. He walked forward with twin long swords in each hand.

"McKlan!" The man called out pointing his right sword as the young boy in blue. "Mark!" He growled holstering his handgun and pulled out the familiar guardless sword hilt that was tucked under his belt. As he pressed a button, a long solid blade of white fire appeared. In a matter of seconds, the two went at it, clashing swords with deadly skill. Their skills were indeed great, but she knew that they were no where near to what they are in the present. The silver knight was gaining the upper hand, slowly pushing the blue knight back. Then horror struck the psychic's face as she watched the thermal saber's handle get struck. The blue knight dropped the broken sword taking a defensive stance.

"You can't beat me. So make it easier on yourself. Pledge your undying loyalty to me." The silver knight hissed as he sheathed his left sword and walked over toward Razor. "I'll never follow you. You murderous bastard!" "I knew you wouldn't see it my way. So instead of killing you right off, I decided to make this interesting and give you a little chance to survive. You have a knife, I have a sword. Let's see what's better. My sword or your knife." The two quickly clashed blades, striking with very quick swings. It was amazing on how agile they were. As their blades held up against one another, trying to push the other back. The silver knight gave way while side stepping causing the blue knight to stumble forward.

Taking the chance to strike, the knight swung his sword downward for the final kill. Closing her eyes, she didn't want to watch. She couldn't watch. She knew that he'd survive, but, what if this is where he lost his hand or eye? She didn't want to see that! A clang sound echoed throughout the air. Peeking with one eye opened, she saw a man in red armor blocking the blade with an axe. He seemed like he was about thirty but wasn't sure. "Come on Kyle. This is a duel. You're not supposed to be here. It's dishonorable!" "Since when did you believe in honor?" The man hissed as a loud yell could be heard from up above.

"Mark! Die!" A knight in white armor appeared out of the sky wielding a strange looking no-dachi in his hands. With one mighty slash, he cut through Mark's jetpack and into the shoulder blade. Mark screamed in pain, "You bastards!" "Thanks Darien." The silver knight knew he couldn't win surrounded, so he did the next best thing. "Till we meet again." With a little chant, he disappeared before their very eyes. "McKlan, Therous. The others are heading inside, come on." Kyle pointed out as eight other knights in colored armor started to run toward the castle. The two followed until they all came to the fallen draw bridge, "Jace. Start planting the explosives while Darien covers you." Razor said to the knight wearing gray before switching to the knight in white. Darien sheathed his sword and drew the twin MPs that dangled on the straps that went around his shoulders. "I hate carrying my machine guns there. Restricts movement." He said checking over his guns one at a time.

"Then why carry them?" The man in dark green armor asked. "Got no other place to put'em." "Point taken." "Ok, enough chit chat. You two go. The rest of you, move out! We have to stop Odin today, once and for all!." Kyle cried as he charged toward the castle and into a group of demons swinging his large axe. Raven watched their every movement; it seemed mesmerizing. The Razor before her seemed different. Instead of being full of anger and hate, he was happy, or at least at ease. She watched as the blue knight shook the white knights armored hand, "Good luck." He spoke softly.

As soon as she saw them rush into the castle, thunder erupted from the sky. Suddenly she shot up wide awake, heart pounding from the sudden loud noise. "Just a storm." She said to herself as she noticed it was morning and the clouds were gray. "That dream. Was that from his memories?" She asked while walking over to the sleeping knight. "His guard is down. Could it be that I his memories somehow got mixed up with my dreams? Maybe if I read his thoughts, then… no. I can't betray him like that." She sighed a bit in disappointment. Normally she would just go ahead and read someone's mind, but why didn't she read his? What was stopping her?. Razor stirred a bit before waking up. Sleepily he opened his eye, staring at Raven who was over him, looking down with a strange look.

"What is it goth?" He asked a bit coldly. She quickly backed up, face turning scarlet red as the knight flipped to his feet and stretched a bit. "Soooo what's on today's agenda?" She asked regaining her composition. "When do they come back?" He asked while taking his tooth brush and dipping it in the lake. "If things go well, today." She watched as he finished brushing his teeth and applied deodorant. Quickly she grabbed her cloak and threw it around her shoulders as Razor did the same with his coat. "Ready?" He asked getting on his motorcycle. "Where to fearless leader?" "Titan's Tower. Figured you'd want to wait for them there."

"You're returning to the Titans?" She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Out of no where he decided to return! "I can't figure this guy out. One day he leaves and then he suddenly decides to return. Doesn't give an explanation or anything. God is he a jerk." "I spent the week away because I needed to think about some things. I think this time I can prevent a tragedy like that happening again." "What are you talking about?" "I might tell you one day." He answered leaving her with questions. Roaring his engine to a start, he took off through the woods with his team mate flying above. "Yeah. Maybe this time I can prevent it. Kyle, Lance, and everyone else, the time has come to make amends. I'll make Mark pay for what his master did to you. It's the only way I can put your memories to rest if I'm to live a new life on this planet. The only way."

Unknowingly to the young hero, Raven was reading his last thought. "They died. All of them died. Didn't they? But the way they died, it must have been too horrible for you too bare. Were they murdered before you eyes? No, they were warriors. Just like you. You knew that one day your time would come. So what was it?"

Across the forest in a sky scraper, Mark stared through a pair of binoculars at the flying Raven. "Razor. Even though we are the same, you must die. But first I must strike at your heart. Let's see how you can deal with another… tragedy."

"So, is that gun really going to bring down the Astral Knight?" Beast Boy asked as Nightwing answered truthfully, "Hard to say. If it doesn't, then our only hope lies in Razor. But if we leave it up to him then many may die. He and the Astral Knight aren't exactly different when it comes to dealing with a problem. Both seem to not care about other's safety." "So what you're saying is, 'If we blow it. Earth is screwed.'" "That's horrible. What makes you think that he would cause harm to people? He is our friend. Our friend wouldn't hurt people." "Friad Dick is right Starfire. Razor don't care bout anything except bustin' a cap in the Astral Knight's ass. As far as I see it, homeboy don't care if he hasta nuke a city to bring'em down. As much as I hate ta say it. Nukin' some city might be the only way. Rather lose a million then the whole planet goin up in flames."

Starfire couldn't believe what she was hearing. Nightwing and Cyborg really did believe that that was the only solution; but there has to be another way! "What if we talk friend Razor into taking his battle to the desert?" "Can't do. Nearest desert is over a thousand miles away. Doubt Mark would chase him for that long before using that sword of his." "Um, well. How about…" "Starfire. We've thought about that as well. If they take it to the ocean then what's stopping them from causing a tidal wave? If their swords are equal in power, then only one of them have to fire at the other and miss. End result would be a massive tidal wave destroying cities." Nightwing sighed about the current situation.

As they pulled into the Titan's Tower garage, he noticed that a silver motorcycle was parked beside his black one. "He's back. Raven must've beaten him with a bat to get him back." Cyborg popped the trunk while the others got out. Starfire and Beast Boy stood beside Nightwing who pulled out a large anti-tank rifle out of the trunk while Cyborg pulled out the large canisters. "Dude. That thing is huge! Must be heavy." observed the changeling. Nightwing threw the gun strap around his shoulder, letting it rest on his back to make things easier on him. Cyborg did his part and installed the canisters into the chamber of the gun, locking them into place. "Remember Dick. One shot. Ya miss and we will hafta start kissin' our asses good bye."

Nightwing nodded as he and the others headed toward their quarters. Laying his and Starfire's suitcases on their bed, a scream could be heard. With his cat like reflexes, he dashed out of the room and took a sharp turn into the hallway. As he came to the living room, the source of the scream, he saw Starfire squeezing Razor in a breath taking hug. "Friend. You are fine I take?" He couldn't help but laugh as Razor tried desperately to get away. "Hey dude. What's with the scream?" Beast Boy asked coming into the living room. "No way!" He couldn't believe who it was before him in Starfire's grasp "Man, you had us worried. So what made you decide to come back?" he asked staring at the knight who was now threatening Starfire with a gun in hopes that she'd buy the threat and let go.

"Razor. I know you wouldn't shoot me." "I'm this close woman! Now quit with the bear hug and give me some air!" Raven smiled as she looked up from her book to see the humorous sight. "So Raven. What did you and serious over there do while we were away?" "Nothing." "You two must have done something. Since you were aloooone." Beast Boy made sure to stress the word alone in order to aggravate her. Raven was tired of Beast Boy always joking around. Yet to her surprise, Cyborg helped him tag team. "Yeah come on Raven. Spill it. We know you had to do something with him." "All I did was go get him and see if he would come back. He declined at first and said he needed to think. After that, I stopped him from killing one of the Astral Knight's soldiers and helped him rescue a few people. Then I stayed with him at his little campsite for a few days while he sat in thought and trained. After that, we came home." "You went to his campsite? Oooo Raven. So, did you play smoochie smoochie with your little boyfriend?" Beast Boy laughed as he made little kissing faces with his lips.

"Come on Raven. Just admit it. You were worried that we'd never see him again." Cyborg said as gun fire went off. He and the others looked at the source of the sound to see Razor trying to get his handgun back from Starfire. "You cannot have this back until you apologize for shooting at me!" "Kory. It was just an accident. He didn't mean to." Nightwing tried to defend his ally from his girlfriend but was losing the battle. "Mean too? He dropped it knowing full well that it'd shoot at me! Now he must say he's sorry or he'll never see his gun again." "You have got to be out of your mind. What makes you think that I'll apologize to you?" Razor barked furiously.

With his lightning speed and very fast reflexes, he tried snatched the gun from Starfire's grasp yet in horror watched as he managed to only get the barrel. "My gun!" Starfire slowly started to back up, "Friend Razor. It was only an accident. I didn't mean to hold it so tightly." She watched as Razor pulled the grappling hook off of his belt and start to uncoil it a bit. Images of what happened to Beast Boy last time flashed in her mind as he stretched the rope of his grappling hook. In terror, she took off toward the hallway, speeding pass doors and tables, with the Dark Knight in close pursuit. Nightwing took off as well to try and stop him from doing something a bit cruel.

"Wonder how long it'll take him to catch her?" Cyborg asked as a loud crash of weights against weights was heard. "Oh hell no. They better not be in my weight room!" steamed Cyborg as he made a mad dash down the hallway. "Can't miss this." Beast Boy snickered before joining his friends. "I should have went looking for a bird instead." Raven sighed as she went back into reading her book. "Though, it is good to have him back."

In a sky scraper across town, a man with a black body suit and strange black/tan mask walked in the shadows toward a small light. In front of him, approaching toward the other light was Mark. "So, you're the new guy in town. Quite impressive. Haven't been here for a month and you're already hated more then me." "Deathstroke I take? I've looked at your background. I must say, you I take interest in. I could use someone like you." "Trying to find an assassin?" "More like a partner. You see, you happen to know this planet better than I do. Someone like you would prove…beneficial." "Someone of your abilities wouldn't need a criminal mastermind to be a tour guide. What's the real reason you want me in as your partner?" The mercenary interrogated but the interrogation quickly turned to a trial of life and death.

With quick reflexes, the mercenary dodged a dagger. "Your skill appeals to me as well. In hand to hand combat, you would give me trouble. Though I could crush you in an instant, what I really appreciate is your mind. You're as cunning as a fox yet as ruthless as a lion starved for weeks passed." "I see. Consider it a deal… partner." "Please. Call me Mark." "And you can call me Slade."