Chapter Eleven-Escape

Brother Blood sat in a solid white room, humming under his breath. A man in a white coat came in, holding a small, plastic cup, pills alternating in size rolling around in size. The man sitting on the floor eyed them apprehensively, warily moving closer to the wall as the asylum worker approached.

"Time to take your meds…"

An annoyed look crossed Brother Blood's face. Where was he? Who was he? His eyes grew red. Why should he have to follow the orders of one such as the worker who stood before him? He remembered power. He remembered hatred. He remembered vengeance, and he would experience them again. None could stand in his way. The young man's eyes turned the same blood-shot color, his expression becoming impatient and haughty, mirroring Brother Blood's. Brother Blood would not take the medicine. He would not be confined. "I don't want to."

The man's voice was robotic, commanded. "Of course."

"Release me."

"Sure."

Thirty minutes passed, controlling each that barricaded his way, being liberated from his prison, slowly putting together the pieces of his broken mind. A limousine pulled up, mirror-like windows glinting, and a cloaked woman exited the driver's side, her face shadowed and hard to define.

"Ready to leave, Brother?"

Half of his memory returned to him. He was a mastermind, the leader of a group of villains. Something happened with a young girl…his daughter…the Titans.

Blood climbed into the limo, and the woman took the driver's seat, waiting instruction, her voice revealing she was used to commands and needed them to function. "The H.I.V.E.?"

"Yes." He frowned, trying to remember what the Titans had done…destroying two of his institutes, forcing him to find an abandoned building in which to board his remaining students and faculty…

"Where are the Titans?"

"Hiding," the woman said automatically, as if she had rehearsed the answer for that exact moment.

"Of course." A slow smirk spread across his face as he noticed a strange, broken mirror lying in the seat…the duplicate…the way of communicating with Illusion's mind…his true daughter was still alive, stuck in some nether-verse, capable of being rescued.

Murder would do his daughter justice. Slowly the magic of the mirror would be repaired, and she would no longer be confined to the mirror and Mirage's body. She would be free, be real, and ready to be by his side, ready to help his rule over the city, over the world. She was his true daughter, and she would be rescued.

And then the Titans would die.

Well, I'm done with this fic! It was my first fic, so I hope it doesn't suck too much. Give me at least credit that I wrote the whole of this back in October and have been too lazy to put the whole of it up until now. I hope you enjoyed it. It's the first of many in my own personal series that contains characters modeled after Teen Titans Junkie and StarStar16.