Betrayal
Chapter 3 Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans, nor any of the characters there within.
He dodged a hard left, then right, then left again, down a staircase and burst through the door which opened to the outside world. The exertion of befuddled muscles left him panting, but at least the blind energy that had built in his chest was subsiding. He leant against a wall to catch his breath, willing himself to calm before he continued forward, this time at a walk. The breeze was cool on his sweltering brow and he paused in his stride, feeling a powerful guilt overcome him for running out on the poor alien girl. He shut his eyes to the vision of her saddened face, inhaling uneasily. He forced himself to breathe out slowly and he was rewarded with a relaxed spasm of his muscles and blissful darkness to fill his eye-lids. With resolve returning, he opened his eyes to gaze out over the water, when a startling sight met his eyes: a fog had rolled in from the north. Fog? It was a rare occurrence indeed to have that particular weather condition near the Tower; but it was not the weather forecast that worried him, it was the fog itself. When he had exited the Tower, there had not been a cloud overhead to be seen, or perhaps he had been in such a hassled state he had merely overlooked it. He did not recall seeing the strange occurrence from the Tower as well, when he had been with Starfire—Starfire! The terrible visions were returning again, flashing at him with such a vicious ferocity he could feel a wind stir around his head. Robin swallowed hard. Anything to stop these visions!
"Anything?"
A dark figure appeared to his right, silhouetted by the grey cloud cover that now surrounded the Titan's Tower.
"Anything at all?" spoke a familiar feminine voice. Robin was taken aback for he had not realized he had spoken aloud, and was, suffice to say: staggered to find that the owner of the voice was none other than Starfire's elder sister—
"Blackfire." He growled. She smirked haughtily at him.
"The one and only." She lifted a hand to flick back her raven-tresses and straighten the armor on her forearm, her dark eyes locking with his. "It is pleasing to know that I have left such a mark that I am remembered so quickly..."
"How did you escape from prison?" He demanded, thinking to distract her with conversation so he could gauge when would be the best moment of attack. She gazed at him fixedly, put off that he should interject her in mid-sentence even to pay a compliment whether directed mainly to herself or to him.
"Let's just say I have a talent for it." She continued to straighten the armor arranged across her midriff, her vigilant eyes strayed to a particular section that was jabbing rather uncomfortably into her side and Robin saw his moment to strike; he lunged forward. Blackfire did not look up but sprang away, turning a full circle, her dark hair flying to follow her fluid movement. Robin followed suit but stopped short, realizing a moment too late that Blackfire had cleverly lured him into the attack with a deceptive ploy of dedicating her interest more into the adjustment of her body armor than he. A sharp flash struck him in the eyes and he froze, momentarily blinded. When the glaring in his eyes passed, he glanced downward to see a dagger pointed at his heart. Blackfire held the small blade as would a master swordsman in utter control of her opponent; she smiled cruelly at him in the dim silence.
"Tell me Robin," she spoke softly, her eyes boring into his, "do you recognize this blade?" she drew away stealthily and gripped the butt of the dagger in the center of her knuckles and flaunted the remarkable craftsmanship of the weapon at Robin by twirling it assuredly in her fingers. Robin's breath caught in his throat, his lungs expanding to an impossible size and heart hammering in wild concert. This was the exact blade that had pierced Starfire's heart; the blade from his dream.
The dagger flashed in the moonlight, pulling Robin from his appalling meditation, and again the dagger became a weapon; however this time, poised at his throat. "Would you do anything, Robin, to protect Starfire?" the raven-haired girl hissed dangerously, her smile gone, her sharp eyes faded as they filled with a menacing, amethyst radiance. The silence between them stretched as Robin seethed with anger; spiteful to himself for having allowed the girl to fool him into an attack and yield to her the upper hand. She, however, was the essence of steel; cold and foreboding. Robin set his jaw.
"Yes." He replied just as fiercely. Blackfire paused a moment then, surveying Robin in the depths of the power that resided in her eyes. As swiftly as a serpent could strike, she turned and hurled the dagger into the sea before she turned back to him, palms crackling with power. Robin could feel the shock from where he stood and imagined that his hair was standing on end.
"Then you, Robin, shall find that dagger and betray her on the night of the new moon. If you fail, your world will perish." She rose a few feet into the air which rippled and snapped harshly with Blackfire's inner power. "Choose wisely."
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A/N: Phew, I've finally updated! Terribly sorry about the wait for all of you anticipating fans; and I know, it's another short chapter—but this time, and I shall swear to God in heaven that it will longer than the first three! (However, there is still little chance of a quick update; just cross fingers and give me your wishful thinking!) Right, I still am filling out this story and it is going rather nicely, if I do say so myself, and I even had the inclination to begin yet another Teen Titans story which may pop up sometime next week. Keep a sharp look out for it! Please read and review!
Chapter 3 Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans, nor any of the characters there within.
He dodged a hard left, then right, then left again, down a staircase and burst through the door which opened to the outside world. The exertion of befuddled muscles left him panting, but at least the blind energy that had built in his chest was subsiding. He leant against a wall to catch his breath, willing himself to calm before he continued forward, this time at a walk. The breeze was cool on his sweltering brow and he paused in his stride, feeling a powerful guilt overcome him for running out on the poor alien girl. He shut his eyes to the vision of her saddened face, inhaling uneasily. He forced himself to breathe out slowly and he was rewarded with a relaxed spasm of his muscles and blissful darkness to fill his eye-lids. With resolve returning, he opened his eyes to gaze out over the water, when a startling sight met his eyes: a fog had rolled in from the north. Fog? It was a rare occurrence indeed to have that particular weather condition near the Tower; but it was not the weather forecast that worried him, it was the fog itself. When he had exited the Tower, there had not been a cloud overhead to be seen, or perhaps he had been in such a hassled state he had merely overlooked it. He did not recall seeing the strange occurrence from the Tower as well, when he had been with Starfire—Starfire! The terrible visions were returning again, flashing at him with such a vicious ferocity he could feel a wind stir around his head. Robin swallowed hard. Anything to stop these visions!
"Anything?"
A dark figure appeared to his right, silhouetted by the grey cloud cover that now surrounded the Titan's Tower.
"Anything at all?" spoke a familiar feminine voice. Robin was taken aback for he had not realized he had spoken aloud, and was, suffice to say: staggered to find that the owner of the voice was none other than Starfire's elder sister—
"Blackfire." He growled. She smirked haughtily at him.
"The one and only." She lifted a hand to flick back her raven-tresses and straighten the armor on her forearm, her dark eyes locking with his. "It is pleasing to know that I have left such a mark that I am remembered so quickly..."
"How did you escape from prison?" He demanded, thinking to distract her with conversation so he could gauge when would be the best moment of attack. She gazed at him fixedly, put off that he should interject her in mid-sentence even to pay a compliment whether directed mainly to herself or to him.
"Let's just say I have a talent for it." She continued to straighten the armor arranged across her midriff, her vigilant eyes strayed to a particular section that was jabbing rather uncomfortably into her side and Robin saw his moment to strike; he lunged forward. Blackfire did not look up but sprang away, turning a full circle, her dark hair flying to follow her fluid movement. Robin followed suit but stopped short, realizing a moment too late that Blackfire had cleverly lured him into the attack with a deceptive ploy of dedicating her interest more into the adjustment of her body armor than he. A sharp flash struck him in the eyes and he froze, momentarily blinded. When the glaring in his eyes passed, he glanced downward to see a dagger pointed at his heart. Blackfire held the small blade as would a master swordsman in utter control of her opponent; she smiled cruelly at him in the dim silence.
"Tell me Robin," she spoke softly, her eyes boring into his, "do you recognize this blade?" she drew away stealthily and gripped the butt of the dagger in the center of her knuckles and flaunted the remarkable craftsmanship of the weapon at Robin by twirling it assuredly in her fingers. Robin's breath caught in his throat, his lungs expanding to an impossible size and heart hammering in wild concert. This was the exact blade that had pierced Starfire's heart; the blade from his dream.
The dagger flashed in the moonlight, pulling Robin from his appalling meditation, and again the dagger became a weapon; however this time, poised at his throat. "Would you do anything, Robin, to protect Starfire?" the raven-haired girl hissed dangerously, her smile gone, her sharp eyes faded as they filled with a menacing, amethyst radiance. The silence between them stretched as Robin seethed with anger; spiteful to himself for having allowed the girl to fool him into an attack and yield to her the upper hand. She, however, was the essence of steel; cold and foreboding. Robin set his jaw.
"Yes." He replied just as fiercely. Blackfire paused a moment then, surveying Robin in the depths of the power that resided in her eyes. As swiftly as a serpent could strike, she turned and hurled the dagger into the sea before she turned back to him, palms crackling with power. Robin could feel the shock from where he stood and imagined that his hair was standing on end.
"Then you, Robin, shall find that dagger and betray her on the night of the new moon. If you fail, your world will perish." She rose a few feet into the air which rippled and snapped harshly with Blackfire's inner power. "Choose wisely."
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A/N: Phew, I've finally updated! Terribly sorry about the wait for all of you anticipating fans; and I know, it's another short chapter—but this time, and I shall swear to God in heaven that it will longer than the first three! (However, there is still little chance of a quick update; just cross fingers and give me your wishful thinking!) Right, I still am filling out this story and it is going rather nicely, if I do say so myself, and I even had the inclination to begin yet another Teen Titans story which may pop up sometime next week. Keep a sharp look out for it! Please read and review!