NOTE: That of you e-mailing me that cyborg's actual name is Victor Stone,
thanks. I know this, just be patient a bit and ill get around to
addressing it, however it brings up the general point that I may suck and
write something totally off from the Teen Titans line. E-mail me
immediately if something like that comes up, but keep in mind that this is
a slight alternate universe. Thanks again to Samurai Baker X and
RavenStar001.
Chapter 2: Raven and Their Minds
Years ago, there lay dormant, hidden powers of the abyss and hell. Swirling clouds of fire and brimstone littered the air of the underworld; demons tortured humans who did not follow correctly their religion. Pain and suffering illuminated this scorched land, as it did every day. But a day was only a fraction of a second to the real time of the earth. It was terrible in every since of the word - just like it was every day.
But one day was different from the others. One day marked history in the black page that was the underworld. A curious angel came down from heaven directly into hell, gracing those that were disgraced. And in her time in the underworld, one year had passed and suddenly the hidden powers were unleashed. She had bore a child with a demon of the underdark, and wishing not to be disgraced of her baby, she left it to the human world, the only world confused enough to understand the needs of her child. The only white page in the history of the underdark was torn out...
...And forgotten...
Raven quietly sat down on Jim's bed and thought for a moment. Her heaving chest indicated that the transformation had taken some energy out of her. She calmly sat, then laid, on his bed, until finally she reasserted herself and came to. She spoke as a friend: "I know what troubles you, Jim."
Jim pulled his chair from his desk and sat in it backwards and scooted it towards Raven. He gave a heavy sigh and realized that it wasn't any use to hide anything. "Yeah... I feel like I'm in a bind. You're the only one without... relations. I wanted to talk to you anyway."
Raven gave a quick glance at him, and then shadowed herself with her hair as she stroked it in front of her. She materialized a brush after two or three, apparently realizing the unproductive nature of her hand. "Why won't you tell any of them, Jim?" She asked in all sincerity, her eyes regardless on her own hair.
Jim's own eyes were closed. "I can't tell them that. It would break anything that might be worth somethin'. 'Worth more than me, anyway."
"Don't be so hard on yourself, Victor. You open up to me, and I do not hate you." Jim could tell that she was trying her absolute hardest to be compassionate, a trait Raven nearly never showed.
"Yeah... you're in the same nutshell as me. It was easier when you used your newly found psychic powers to guess my middle name."
"Jim... I prefer it to Cyborg, anyway." There was a moment of remembrance in the air. The day Raven discovered her telepathic powers was a hectic day at the Titan Tower. Things broke left and right; Jim himself nearly short-circuited. The computers were going crazy and Starfire eventually had to shoot her to restrain her. The entire time, Raven was yelling like a madman, apparently unable to stop the incoming thoughts from all directions. Since then, she has been more personal with the rest of the Titans and more considerate of others needs. She was the first to grow up.
The aura of memories dispersed. "I don't know what to do, leader... I'm not jealous... at least I don't think I am." Jim made his last statement more of an invitation for Raven to look around in his mechanical head. Unfortunately for Jim, because he wasn't completely human, he was first used to test how far Raven could go with her new powers. Over time, it divulged every piece of information to her, but she decided to respect the privacy of the thoughts of others. Jim wasn't an exception, however she always seemed slightly eager when given the green light to do so.
"No, you're definitely jealous." She chuckled. "But you aren't jealous specifically over anyone, but just that fact that-"
"-No body loves me." Jim interrupted.
"Depends on your definition of love. It isn't unusual for a mature teenager like yourself to want that. That was part of the trade-in. Unfortunately..."
"You can't help me, right?" Jim didn't expect of her to solve his problems when she in part created them. There was no bitterness in this thought.
"Not any more than what I already am doing. Come to me if you feel like talking. I don't want to come to you again." While saying so she headed out towards the door. Her bare feet made no noise against the carpet of Jim's room, something that always creeped him out. Her hair was now swift, the comb having been long dissipated. She held the knob and looked at Jim, "Don't stay up too late. You could use some rest." She sounded like a mother.
"Right... hey Raven?"
Raven was all but out the door when she peered back in, only showing her eye. "Thanks." Jim said in as much gratitude as he could muster. She said nothing and quietly closed the door to leave Jim alone in his dark room.
Jim felt the cold terrible chill come in and out that always seemed to follow Raven. It had become more and more prominent as her own powers grew. As Jim recalled it, it was that terror that made Raven the new leader in the first place. Ever since...
The day dawned with a blood sun. The Titans slowly got up, one by one, and headed for the communications room to check the status of the world they protected. Robin punched a few buttons, and concluded gravely that a new foe was afoot, and that they were to get right on it. It was too early for beastboy; he shed tears from yawning too much. Cyborg didn't really get tired, as it was a simple matter of unplugging himself. Starfire was more than willing to go to any feat for the defeat of evil, as usual. She didn't seem to grow tired either. Terra was spacing out slightly, and Raven seemed to be in thought. And then Robin said his line he holds so dear:
"Titans: go!"
It was an invigorating phrase. It even seemed to perk Beastboy up as he growled with ferocity as the gang headed out. Raven, however, lagged behind. "Raven, what's wrong?" Asked Robin. The mustered strength of the Titans were delayed and turned into concern for their fallen comrade, who now lay on the floor.
"Yeah... I'm fine... Lets go." With as much swiftness as she had fallen, she got herself up and got herself airborne. After several looks of reassurance to her comrades, they were off with as much vigor as they started with. Their destination lie within the city in an abandoned warehouse. Cyborg's mind was still concerned with Raven, but the rest of the gang didn't think much of it, so he put it in the back of his head. The ground underneath his feat swirled with color and vigor: off to vanquish their foe; it was exhilarating.
Jim starred at his ceiling as he laid back into his bed. He had had enough reminiscing for the night. How much did Raven know? he thought. Wondering wasn't going to get him anywhere, but there was no way to find out. Tired, Jim's last trailing thought before slumber overcame him was his own dry life and wondering if maybe the battlefield was his only escape. Secretly, he wished another Slade would come along so he might forget his worries. Or at least to try out his new modifications...
Slowly, the lead that seemed to compose his eyelids won the struggle and sunk, and ever quickly came sleep.
---End Chapter 2
Chapter 2: Raven and Their Minds
Years ago, there lay dormant, hidden powers of the abyss and hell. Swirling clouds of fire and brimstone littered the air of the underworld; demons tortured humans who did not follow correctly their religion. Pain and suffering illuminated this scorched land, as it did every day. But a day was only a fraction of a second to the real time of the earth. It was terrible in every since of the word - just like it was every day.
But one day was different from the others. One day marked history in the black page that was the underworld. A curious angel came down from heaven directly into hell, gracing those that were disgraced. And in her time in the underworld, one year had passed and suddenly the hidden powers were unleashed. She had bore a child with a demon of the underdark, and wishing not to be disgraced of her baby, she left it to the human world, the only world confused enough to understand the needs of her child. The only white page in the history of the underdark was torn out...
...And forgotten...
Raven quietly sat down on Jim's bed and thought for a moment. Her heaving chest indicated that the transformation had taken some energy out of her. She calmly sat, then laid, on his bed, until finally she reasserted herself and came to. She spoke as a friend: "I know what troubles you, Jim."
Jim pulled his chair from his desk and sat in it backwards and scooted it towards Raven. He gave a heavy sigh and realized that it wasn't any use to hide anything. "Yeah... I feel like I'm in a bind. You're the only one without... relations. I wanted to talk to you anyway."
Raven gave a quick glance at him, and then shadowed herself with her hair as she stroked it in front of her. She materialized a brush after two or three, apparently realizing the unproductive nature of her hand. "Why won't you tell any of them, Jim?" She asked in all sincerity, her eyes regardless on her own hair.
Jim's own eyes were closed. "I can't tell them that. It would break anything that might be worth somethin'. 'Worth more than me, anyway."
"Don't be so hard on yourself, Victor. You open up to me, and I do not hate you." Jim could tell that she was trying her absolute hardest to be compassionate, a trait Raven nearly never showed.
"Yeah... you're in the same nutshell as me. It was easier when you used your newly found psychic powers to guess my middle name."
"Jim... I prefer it to Cyborg, anyway." There was a moment of remembrance in the air. The day Raven discovered her telepathic powers was a hectic day at the Titan Tower. Things broke left and right; Jim himself nearly short-circuited. The computers were going crazy and Starfire eventually had to shoot her to restrain her. The entire time, Raven was yelling like a madman, apparently unable to stop the incoming thoughts from all directions. Since then, she has been more personal with the rest of the Titans and more considerate of others needs. She was the first to grow up.
The aura of memories dispersed. "I don't know what to do, leader... I'm not jealous... at least I don't think I am." Jim made his last statement more of an invitation for Raven to look around in his mechanical head. Unfortunately for Jim, because he wasn't completely human, he was first used to test how far Raven could go with her new powers. Over time, it divulged every piece of information to her, but she decided to respect the privacy of the thoughts of others. Jim wasn't an exception, however she always seemed slightly eager when given the green light to do so.
"No, you're definitely jealous." She chuckled. "But you aren't jealous specifically over anyone, but just that fact that-"
"-No body loves me." Jim interrupted.
"Depends on your definition of love. It isn't unusual for a mature teenager like yourself to want that. That was part of the trade-in. Unfortunately..."
"You can't help me, right?" Jim didn't expect of her to solve his problems when she in part created them. There was no bitterness in this thought.
"Not any more than what I already am doing. Come to me if you feel like talking. I don't want to come to you again." While saying so she headed out towards the door. Her bare feet made no noise against the carpet of Jim's room, something that always creeped him out. Her hair was now swift, the comb having been long dissipated. She held the knob and looked at Jim, "Don't stay up too late. You could use some rest." She sounded like a mother.
"Right... hey Raven?"
Raven was all but out the door when she peered back in, only showing her eye. "Thanks." Jim said in as much gratitude as he could muster. She said nothing and quietly closed the door to leave Jim alone in his dark room.
Jim felt the cold terrible chill come in and out that always seemed to follow Raven. It had become more and more prominent as her own powers grew. As Jim recalled it, it was that terror that made Raven the new leader in the first place. Ever since...
The day dawned with a blood sun. The Titans slowly got up, one by one, and headed for the communications room to check the status of the world they protected. Robin punched a few buttons, and concluded gravely that a new foe was afoot, and that they were to get right on it. It was too early for beastboy; he shed tears from yawning too much. Cyborg didn't really get tired, as it was a simple matter of unplugging himself. Starfire was more than willing to go to any feat for the defeat of evil, as usual. She didn't seem to grow tired either. Terra was spacing out slightly, and Raven seemed to be in thought. And then Robin said his line he holds so dear:
"Titans: go!"
It was an invigorating phrase. It even seemed to perk Beastboy up as he growled with ferocity as the gang headed out. Raven, however, lagged behind. "Raven, what's wrong?" Asked Robin. The mustered strength of the Titans were delayed and turned into concern for their fallen comrade, who now lay on the floor.
"Yeah... I'm fine... Lets go." With as much swiftness as she had fallen, she got herself up and got herself airborne. After several looks of reassurance to her comrades, they were off with as much vigor as they started with. Their destination lie within the city in an abandoned warehouse. Cyborg's mind was still concerned with Raven, but the rest of the gang didn't think much of it, so he put it in the back of his head. The ground underneath his feat swirled with color and vigor: off to vanquish their foe; it was exhilarating.
Jim starred at his ceiling as he laid back into his bed. He had had enough reminiscing for the night. How much did Raven know? he thought. Wondering wasn't going to get him anywhere, but there was no way to find out. Tired, Jim's last trailing thought before slumber overcame him was his own dry life and wondering if maybe the battlefield was his only escape. Secretly, he wished another Slade would come along so he might forget his worries. Or at least to try out his new modifications...
Slowly, the lead that seemed to compose his eyelids won the struggle and sunk, and ever quickly came sleep.
---End Chapter 2