The Teen Titan's Movie
Hey peeps! Sorry that my updating took so long. I was transferring one of my other stories into a different format and that took some time. Also, I had summer school. Yuck. That takes up about half of my day right there, which could be put to better use writing and typing. Not that I don't write in class....... ;) Here you go!
P.S. - I'm not sure if I will be changing the name of this story yet. Keep reading. Cause, don't you think that "The Teen Titan's Movie" sounds a little...well......a little.....uhhh...well, when I think of an adjective, I'll tell you! Any suggestions, post in review. Because I know that ALL OF YOU WILL REVIEW! Right? Right.
P.S.S. – I LIVE for reviews! So please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please REVIEW!! PLEASE! I BEG OF YOU!!!
P.S.S.S. - Starry1233 you had every right to post that review like you did. It actually woke me up and motivated me. Maybe I need one of those every now and then...........hmmmm...........
Disclaimer- I own a couple of socks. ;)
phantom tamer- About your sister. I can't really tell you what to do. If she ever posts a story then you can like change it around or delete it. Other than that, you could beat her up? Oh man, I really don't know what to tell you. I'm really sorry. But, thank you for your excellent reviews. I live for them. THANK YOU!
Chapter-Three
Knowing What You Want================================
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Robin sat in the waiting room. Thoughts kept running through his head like instant replays on ESPN. Some in slow motion, others in fast forward.
Andrew.....gun.....Trisha. Trisha had said something...then, Andrew....Andrew walked forward to her. He pointed the gun.....then, Alethea. Alethea.... She stood up and told Andrew to stop. Then he had shot at her. But, the bullet...stopped. Stopped? How could a bullet stop?
'I think I'm going crazy,' he thought running his hands through his hair in his bend over position.
What had happened today? How did he, Robin, leader of the most prestigious fighting team in the country, get caught up in this?
'It's all too much.' he thought. 'I've never dealt with something like this. Most of the time I'm just fighting guys with spiders on their heads or old men that pull rabbits out of their hats. I have never been involved in something this serious. Except with Slade.'
'Don't think about that.'
'Where'd you come from?'
'I'm your conscious stupid. You know.... The right from wrong person? Little voice in your head? The 'Jiminy Cricket' of the Boy Wonder.'
'Huh?'
'Never mind. The point I'm trying to get across is that you shouldn't think about Slade. Sure, he's the only one you have ever fought against mentally as well as physically, but that shouldn't bother you. 'Why?' you ask. Well, the answer is simple. He does it to distract you. He sets little things off in the city, petty criminals, to sidetrack you. That's the point. You shouldn't let him get to you. That's his plan.'
'But, what does he have to gain from letting loose criminals like Control Freak or Mumbo?'
'What he has to gain is your attention on something else.'
Then, it was gone. The words rang in his head. "...on something else....on something else....on something else...." they faded away.
"What in the world?" he mumbled to himself.
He sat back in his chair and looked at the people around him. THEY didn't seem to be going crazy. At the very least, the worst one was reading a magazine to himself out loud. He glanced over at a man sitting on the other side of the room. He was tapping his feet nervously and was extremely white. He fumbled with his fingers and kept glancing at the clock anxiously. He was bouncing gently in his seat. The tie that was blue and white striped was loosened around his neck. It matched his suit.
'Probably his wife or something,' he thought. 'Poor guy...' he sympathized.
Another person was directly across from Robin. She was reading the latest Harry Potter book. She appeared not to be stressed at all and was quietly chewing gum.
'She's probably waiting for an appointment,' he thought as she popped her bubble-gum and flipped the page. He continued to observe her.
"Robin?" a voice called from the office door. Robin turned his head so quick that he heard his neck crack. He bolted up as he rubbed his neck.
"Yes?" he answered.
"The doctors have finished the operation. You may come and see her now."
"Thank you," he said with a smile. "What room is she in?"
"She's in..." she consulted her clipboard, "room 579. That's the fifth floor, ninth door on the right. She might be a little drowsy, but the medicine will do that to her. Also, she might seem out of it. Maybe at times she'll start mumbling," she said as she guided Robin out of the waiting room. "She's still in shock after what happened. So don't be distressed if she starts talking to herself."
"Thank you." He started off towards the elevator. He was currently on ground level, so he would have to wait a while.
'These elevators,' he thought, 'are ancient.' Creaks and loud scrapes accompanied him all the way up to the fifth floor. The doors creaked open and he swiftly exited the elevator in fear of his life. He checked the signs.
570-599 Right
540-569 Left
He veered to the right. He walked quickly in hopes of getting there faster, but when he reached the room, he found he did not wish to be there at all. In fact, he wanted to be anywhere in the world but there.
'I didn't come all this way for nothing you know,' his conscious cut in.
'Back already?' he thought sarcastically.
'Are you going to go in? I mean if your not, then you might as well go back. There's no sense in standing here and watching a door. Now is there? Besides, I'm sure she needs someone to talk to, after all that...'
"Your right," he said out loud and reached for the doorknob. He opened the door and stepped inside. He walked over to the bed that she was lying down in and pulled up a chair. beep went the monitor. She was asleep. There were two IV's in each of her wrists. His eyes followed the tube in which the medicine traveled and rested upon the bag where all the contents lay. It was a red substance that looked horribly like blood. He shook his head. That was nonsense. He sat there for about ten minutes, doing nothing.
His gaze rested on her again.
'She looks really pretty, especially after just getting shot in the ribs." He lifted her "hospital gown" up and saw a bandage covering the place he knew that she was shot in. Blood was staining it.
'At least they got the bullet out...' he thought covering it back up. Her eyes fluttered at the movement. They opened. She looked startled.
"Robin!" she cried as she bolted up. Immense pain shot through her body faster that the bullet that had injured her in the first place. She cried out.
"Alethea! Don't...you'll make it worse!" he told her as he helped her lay back down.
"I'm sorry. You just scared me! I didn't expect anyone to be here when I woke up. How long have you been here?" She blushed and started fiddling with her hands; her attempt at trying to make conversation was failing. He didn't notice.
"About fifteen minutes," he answered.
"Oh. Okay."
"So...how do you feel?"
"Like I've been run over by a truck. I've got a massive headache." She proved it by massaging her temple. "What did the doctors say? When can I get out of here? Do you know?"
"I didn't here them. It might be a while considering that you were shot and all. I'd imagine they'd want to keep an eye on you," he answered.
"Oh," her face sank, "I hate hospitals." They were avoiding the conversation that would explain what happened. And they both knew it. Finally, Robin broke the ice.
"Alethea," he said while looking at her, "what exactly...happened? I-I just don't understand what Andrew did that for. I'm so confused."
"Robin...Andrew Smith is a seriously troubled teenager. He truly has a life that would make you want or need to do something like that. I know he's mostly quiet and all, but really, he's full of anger."
"How do you know this?"
"I was a 'trainee therapist' once. He was one of the children that came in to talk to the school counselor. I was made to observe. I heard a lot of stuff that I could never repeat, and Andrew's problems were part of it. He had a reason. Not a very good reason, but still, a reason."
"But, I don't understand how you were able to stop the shots. It was...amazing! You saved Trisha from a gun! How can a human being stop a piece of metal going at that rate of speed?"
"Because I can control things with my mind," she said. Robin stared at her, dumbfounded.
"What?"
"Or more like I can control the matter actually, because I can mold certain substances into—"
"What did you say?"
"I'm a telekinetic. I can control matter with my mind." She was talking like she would talk to a child.
"But...but...that's not p-possible!"
"What about Raven?"
"That's different! She's an Azaranian..."
"Big deal," she retorted, "why can't humans do it also? Look, I didn't choose this. I would much rather be a normal person than being a freak like I am." The minute she said it, she knew it was a mistake. Robin looked away.
"Oh, Robin. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like—"
"I know. I know. It's......it's just that....people don't really know us. Know who we are or what we like or—or how much we want to be normal. I mean, if I could, then I would be like the other kids in our school. But, now, I wouldn't trade it for the world."
"Why?" she asked surprised.
"Because I've got the greatest friends in history." There was a colossal pause.
"Your lucky," she said.
"Why?"
"Because you can share it with someone," she said with tears starting in her eyes.
"Alethea..."
"You don't know what it like...having to keep it inside of you. Day after day. It's torture."
"You don't have to," he said. A thought just sprung into his head. He looked at her eagerly.
"Why?" She wiped her eyes.
"You can live with us! The Titan's! You can be a part of our team. I mean, of course you will still get an education because you'll have to go to school like the rest of us. And you can stills see your parents every day if you want. It's perfect!"
"W—Well, I don't—don't know! I mean...that's quite a decision." He looked at her. He wanted her to join the team, not only because he was positive that she was a good fighter, but also because he wanted her there.
"Oh...alright. I'll...I'll tell my parents that...that I'm going....Oh, God. I can't believe I'm doing this!"
"It's awesome! And just so that we can have you there sooner...I'll have you transported to our medical center."
"Huh? Will that hurt?"
"Maybe a little. You'll just be jumbled around for a bit. Hold on while I call the guys and try to get you a ride to the Tower..." he left the room in quite a happier mood then he had been when he entered.
Alethea was alone. This was all happening to fast. She didn't have time to think. It was all too much! She sighed and fell back onto her pillow.
'Robin,' she thought. 'I'm going to be living with him. That is so weird. I'm going to be a Titan? I'm going to be a Titan!'
"I'm going to be a Titan!!" she shouted. She fell asleep. Robin entered the room and was already informing her that the ambulance to take her to the Tower was on it's way and that the other's would be happy to have her there when he noticed that she wasn't paying attention at all. In fact, she wasn't even awake.
He made sure of it that she was not disturbed or awaken once on the way to her new home. The only time he left her after that was after she was asleep in the hospital wing.
Doo doo da boo da da dweee bo deeeeeeeeeeeeeee.............
"Titan's Trouble!"
"Surprise, surprise," moaned Raven as she glided over towards the digital map of Jump City.
"Looks like the mayor wants to contact us..." Robin thought out loud. A face of the new mayor appeared on the screen. He was old, balding, and had goatee. The Titan's used to like him, but that was before he shipped them off to school...
"Titans...hope I didn't wake you."
"No. You didn't. What seems to be the problem?"
"I've got a case for you...it's quiet a distance away and I need you to investigate. The Justice League would because they normally do these kinds of cases," he motioned with his hand, "but I'm afraid they are visiting Hawk-Girl's planet. They seem to be having some sort of...intergalaxical council or something or other. Anyway, I need you to investigate." The titan's looked at each other.
"Where is this exactly?" Robin asked.
"South America."
softballtitan009- okay...I am sooooo tired right now. Summer school gym is not good for your health! ah!! DIE!! Okay...I'm ALRIGHT!! PEACE! I'm going to end this chapter now. I could make it longer...but then I'll have nothing to write about when I'm visiting CALIFORNIA!! WHOOT WHOOT!! YUP YUP! You heard me. I'm leaving for a week to get shipped off to California. So, that's where I'll be for a week and I promise that when I get back, I'll post the newest chapter up as sooooooooon as I can. Okay? Okay.
Toodles!! titan009
Hey peeps! Sorry that my updating took so long. I was transferring one of my other stories into a different format and that took some time. Also, I had summer school. Yuck. That takes up about half of my day right there, which could be put to better use writing and typing. Not that I don't write in class....... ;) Here you go!
P.S. - I'm not sure if I will be changing the name of this story yet. Keep reading. Cause, don't you think that "The Teen Titan's Movie" sounds a little...well......a little.....uhhh...well, when I think of an adjective, I'll tell you! Any suggestions, post in review. Because I know that ALL OF YOU WILL REVIEW! Right? Right.
P.S.S. – I LIVE for reviews! So please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please REVIEW!! PLEASE! I BEG OF YOU!!!
P.S.S.S. - Starry1233 you had every right to post that review like you did. It actually woke me up and motivated me. Maybe I need one of those every now and then...........hmmmm...........
Disclaimer- I own a couple of socks. ;)
phantom tamer- About your sister. I can't really tell you what to do. If she ever posts a story then you can like change it around or delete it. Other than that, you could beat her up? Oh man, I really don't know what to tell you. I'm really sorry. But, thank you for your excellent reviews. I live for them. THANK YOU!
Chapter-Three
Knowing What You Want================================
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Robin sat in the waiting room. Thoughts kept running through his head like instant replays on ESPN. Some in slow motion, others in fast forward.
Andrew.....gun.....Trisha. Trisha had said something...then, Andrew....Andrew walked forward to her. He pointed the gun.....then, Alethea. Alethea.... She stood up and told Andrew to stop. Then he had shot at her. But, the bullet...stopped. Stopped? How could a bullet stop?
'I think I'm going crazy,' he thought running his hands through his hair in his bend over position.
What had happened today? How did he, Robin, leader of the most prestigious fighting team in the country, get caught up in this?
'It's all too much.' he thought. 'I've never dealt with something like this. Most of the time I'm just fighting guys with spiders on their heads or old men that pull rabbits out of their hats. I have never been involved in something this serious. Except with Slade.'
'Don't think about that.'
'Where'd you come from?'
'I'm your conscious stupid. You know.... The right from wrong person? Little voice in your head? The 'Jiminy Cricket' of the Boy Wonder.'
'Huh?'
'Never mind. The point I'm trying to get across is that you shouldn't think about Slade. Sure, he's the only one you have ever fought against mentally as well as physically, but that shouldn't bother you. 'Why?' you ask. Well, the answer is simple. He does it to distract you. He sets little things off in the city, petty criminals, to sidetrack you. That's the point. You shouldn't let him get to you. That's his plan.'
'But, what does he have to gain from letting loose criminals like Control Freak or Mumbo?'
'What he has to gain is your attention on something else.'
Then, it was gone. The words rang in his head. "...on something else....on something else....on something else...." they faded away.
"What in the world?" he mumbled to himself.
He sat back in his chair and looked at the people around him. THEY didn't seem to be going crazy. At the very least, the worst one was reading a magazine to himself out loud. He glanced over at a man sitting on the other side of the room. He was tapping his feet nervously and was extremely white. He fumbled with his fingers and kept glancing at the clock anxiously. He was bouncing gently in his seat. The tie that was blue and white striped was loosened around his neck. It matched his suit.
'Probably his wife or something,' he thought. 'Poor guy...' he sympathized.
Another person was directly across from Robin. She was reading the latest Harry Potter book. She appeared not to be stressed at all and was quietly chewing gum.
'She's probably waiting for an appointment,' he thought as she popped her bubble-gum and flipped the page. He continued to observe her.
"Robin?" a voice called from the office door. Robin turned his head so quick that he heard his neck crack. He bolted up as he rubbed his neck.
"Yes?" he answered.
"The doctors have finished the operation. You may come and see her now."
"Thank you," he said with a smile. "What room is she in?"
"She's in..." she consulted her clipboard, "room 579. That's the fifth floor, ninth door on the right. She might be a little drowsy, but the medicine will do that to her. Also, she might seem out of it. Maybe at times she'll start mumbling," she said as she guided Robin out of the waiting room. "She's still in shock after what happened. So don't be distressed if she starts talking to herself."
"Thank you." He started off towards the elevator. He was currently on ground level, so he would have to wait a while.
'These elevators,' he thought, 'are ancient.' Creaks and loud scrapes accompanied him all the way up to the fifth floor. The doors creaked open and he swiftly exited the elevator in fear of his life. He checked the signs.
570-599 Right
540-569 Left
He veered to the right. He walked quickly in hopes of getting there faster, but when he reached the room, he found he did not wish to be there at all. In fact, he wanted to be anywhere in the world but there.
'I didn't come all this way for nothing you know,' his conscious cut in.
'Back already?' he thought sarcastically.
'Are you going to go in? I mean if your not, then you might as well go back. There's no sense in standing here and watching a door. Now is there? Besides, I'm sure she needs someone to talk to, after all that...'
"Your right," he said out loud and reached for the doorknob. He opened the door and stepped inside. He walked over to the bed that she was lying down in and pulled up a chair. beep went the monitor. She was asleep. There were two IV's in each of her wrists. His eyes followed the tube in which the medicine traveled and rested upon the bag where all the contents lay. It was a red substance that looked horribly like blood. He shook his head. That was nonsense. He sat there for about ten minutes, doing nothing.
His gaze rested on her again.
'She looks really pretty, especially after just getting shot in the ribs." He lifted her "hospital gown" up and saw a bandage covering the place he knew that she was shot in. Blood was staining it.
'At least they got the bullet out...' he thought covering it back up. Her eyes fluttered at the movement. They opened. She looked startled.
"Robin!" she cried as she bolted up. Immense pain shot through her body faster that the bullet that had injured her in the first place. She cried out.
"Alethea! Don't...you'll make it worse!" he told her as he helped her lay back down.
"I'm sorry. You just scared me! I didn't expect anyone to be here when I woke up. How long have you been here?" She blushed and started fiddling with her hands; her attempt at trying to make conversation was failing. He didn't notice.
"About fifteen minutes," he answered.
"Oh. Okay."
"So...how do you feel?"
"Like I've been run over by a truck. I've got a massive headache." She proved it by massaging her temple. "What did the doctors say? When can I get out of here? Do you know?"
"I didn't here them. It might be a while considering that you were shot and all. I'd imagine they'd want to keep an eye on you," he answered.
"Oh," her face sank, "I hate hospitals." They were avoiding the conversation that would explain what happened. And they both knew it. Finally, Robin broke the ice.
"Alethea," he said while looking at her, "what exactly...happened? I-I just don't understand what Andrew did that for. I'm so confused."
"Robin...Andrew Smith is a seriously troubled teenager. He truly has a life that would make you want or need to do something like that. I know he's mostly quiet and all, but really, he's full of anger."
"How do you know this?"
"I was a 'trainee therapist' once. He was one of the children that came in to talk to the school counselor. I was made to observe. I heard a lot of stuff that I could never repeat, and Andrew's problems were part of it. He had a reason. Not a very good reason, but still, a reason."
"But, I don't understand how you were able to stop the shots. It was...amazing! You saved Trisha from a gun! How can a human being stop a piece of metal going at that rate of speed?"
"Because I can control things with my mind," she said. Robin stared at her, dumbfounded.
"What?"
"Or more like I can control the matter actually, because I can mold certain substances into—"
"What did you say?"
"I'm a telekinetic. I can control matter with my mind." She was talking like she would talk to a child.
"But...but...that's not p-possible!"
"What about Raven?"
"That's different! She's an Azaranian..."
"Big deal," she retorted, "why can't humans do it also? Look, I didn't choose this. I would much rather be a normal person than being a freak like I am." The minute she said it, she knew it was a mistake. Robin looked away.
"Oh, Robin. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like—"
"I know. I know. It's......it's just that....people don't really know us. Know who we are or what we like or—or how much we want to be normal. I mean, if I could, then I would be like the other kids in our school. But, now, I wouldn't trade it for the world."
"Why?" she asked surprised.
"Because I've got the greatest friends in history." There was a colossal pause.
"Your lucky," she said.
"Why?"
"Because you can share it with someone," she said with tears starting in her eyes.
"Alethea..."
"You don't know what it like...having to keep it inside of you. Day after day. It's torture."
"You don't have to," he said. A thought just sprung into his head. He looked at her eagerly.
"Why?" She wiped her eyes.
"You can live with us! The Titan's! You can be a part of our team. I mean, of course you will still get an education because you'll have to go to school like the rest of us. And you can stills see your parents every day if you want. It's perfect!"
"W—Well, I don't—don't know! I mean...that's quite a decision." He looked at her. He wanted her to join the team, not only because he was positive that she was a good fighter, but also because he wanted her there.
"Oh...alright. I'll...I'll tell my parents that...that I'm going....Oh, God. I can't believe I'm doing this!"
"It's awesome! And just so that we can have you there sooner...I'll have you transported to our medical center."
"Huh? Will that hurt?"
"Maybe a little. You'll just be jumbled around for a bit. Hold on while I call the guys and try to get you a ride to the Tower..." he left the room in quite a happier mood then he had been when he entered.
Alethea was alone. This was all happening to fast. She didn't have time to think. It was all too much! She sighed and fell back onto her pillow.
'Robin,' she thought. 'I'm going to be living with him. That is so weird. I'm going to be a Titan? I'm going to be a Titan!'
"I'm going to be a Titan!!" she shouted. She fell asleep. Robin entered the room and was already informing her that the ambulance to take her to the Tower was on it's way and that the other's would be happy to have her there when he noticed that she wasn't paying attention at all. In fact, she wasn't even awake.
He made sure of it that she was not disturbed or awaken once on the way to her new home. The only time he left her after that was after she was asleep in the hospital wing.
Doo doo da boo da da dweee bo deeeeeeeeeeeeeee.............
"Titan's Trouble!"
"Surprise, surprise," moaned Raven as she glided over towards the digital map of Jump City.
"Looks like the mayor wants to contact us..." Robin thought out loud. A face of the new mayor appeared on the screen. He was old, balding, and had goatee. The Titan's used to like him, but that was before he shipped them off to school...
"Titans...hope I didn't wake you."
"No. You didn't. What seems to be the problem?"
"I've got a case for you...it's quiet a distance away and I need you to investigate. The Justice League would because they normally do these kinds of cases," he motioned with his hand, "but I'm afraid they are visiting Hawk-Girl's planet. They seem to be having some sort of...intergalaxical council or something or other. Anyway, I need you to investigate." The titan's looked at each other.
"Where is this exactly?" Robin asked.
"South America."
softballtitan009- okay...I am sooooo tired right now. Summer school gym is not good for your health! ah!! DIE!! Okay...I'm ALRIGHT!! PEACE! I'm going to end this chapter now. I could make it longer...but then I'll have nothing to write about when I'm visiting CALIFORNIA!! WHOOT WHOOT!! YUP YUP! You heard me. I'm leaving for a week to get shipped off to California. So, that's where I'll be for a week and I promise that when I get back, I'll post the newest chapter up as sooooooooon as I can. Okay? Okay.
Toodles!! titan009