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Chapter 2

The First Trial

Robin saw some of what lay ahead of him the second he walked through the gate. In front of him was a long, messed up city street. Broken-down, burned out cars littered the street, as well as old papers and other items. Robin grimaced at the messy street as he began to cautiously walk down the street. A loud thump caught Robin's attention. He turned to the left and stared at the building where the noise had happened. Robin walked slowly to the door of the building, which was an old apartment building. Robin opened the door and walked inside, curious at what the noise was. He heard the thump again, this time with a female moan following it. The noise was coming from a door at the end of the hall. Robin walked towards the door, which was slightly open. Robin pushed the door slowly open and peered inside.

On a dirty bed inside the room, was a man and woman having sex. Robin watched for a few seconds, realizing the loud thump was the bed mantle smacking into the wall every time the man pushed himself into his female companion. Robin slowly began to shut the door when he remembered the voice's instructions.

"I suggest that if you want to see your friends alive again, you kill every human you come across."

Robin took a step away from the door and looked at his surroundings. Near the end of the hall was a fire axe. Robin quietly walked towards it. The glass surrounding the axe was already smashed in, and upon looking at the axe's blade, discovered that it was already well used. Blood covered the head of the axe, and small chips were missing from the blade. Robin took off his right glove and ran his finger across the blade. It was still immensely sharp, even with its obvious heavy use. Robin put his glove back on and lifted the axe out of its holding place.

He walked back down the hall and opened the door, seeing that the man and woman were still engaged in intercourse. Robin hesitated at the door, unsure if he could pull this off. He only had to think of his friends to convince himself he could do it. Walking quietly into the room, Robin positioned himself behind the man and raised the axe. He hesitated once more before bringing the axe down as hard as he could into the back of the man's head. The blade split the mans head in half, covering his female companion in bone chips, blood and brains. The woman looked dazed for a second, before realizing what was covering her. The woman let out a blood-curdling scream, making Robin wince. He quickly lifted the axe and swung it again, this time bringing it down on the woman's head.

Robin dropped the axe and collapsed on the floor in tears. He had never taken a human life before, let alone two. After a few minutes, Robin got to his feet and walked out of the room, leaving the axe where it was. Embedded in the woman's head. As Robin walked towards the door, he heard static crackling. The Mysterious Voice started to speak again.

"Very good, Robin. As you can see, sex is one way to pass the time in a place like this. Though be warned: Not all the men here prefer women, if you catch my drift. Now, on the table to your left is a little present for you. Be a good boy and pick it up before you leave. And one more thing: you managed to catch those two off guard, but I can guarantee you this: you will not catch any of the others like that. And all the players I have supplied in this little game are fully trained in martial arts of many kinds. Farewell and good luck, my dear boy. I do so hope to see you at the finish line."

With those words, there was yet another static crack as the intercom turned off. Robin turned to his left and saw a small envelope sitting on the table. He rushes over and picks it up. He carefully opens it and pulls out a note, along with a small jewel box. Robin reads the note aloud.

"Here is something to remind you what you are playing for."

Robin tosses the note aside and opens the box. He gasps at what was inside the box and throws it against the far wall and runs out of the building. On the floor, the object inside the box had fallen out as it hit the ground. It was a small green finger.

-Elsewhere-

"It seems he did not like his present, Master." A distorted voice said.

"No, it does not. No matter. We shall watch and see what he does next. If I am correct, he will soon begin to enjoy himself…" Came the reply. "Look at his heart rate. His adrenaline. Both speeding up. Yes…he will begin to enjoy this."

-Streets-

Robin sprinted out of the building and threw up across the street. The green finger…Beastboy's finger. Whoever was doing this had a very sick mind. Robin wiped his mouth and looked down the street. There was a small group of men walking towards him, each had baseball bat and an evil-looking smile on their faces. Robin did a quick head count and counted three of them. The one in the lead stopped when they were ten yards away.

"Well, looky here boys. We got a little man here all ready to fight. And he looks sooo cute in his little Mailman uniform!" The Skin-headed leader said.

Robin looked down at himself, and, sure enough, he was dressed in a Mailman uniform. He had been so preoccupied with the events of being captured, he hadn't noticed that he wasn't in his own costume. Yep, whoever was doing this was a real sick-o.

"We have you little spandex costume over here birdie boy!" The Skinhead next to the leader called out, holding a plastic bag over his head. Smiling, the skinhead tossed it aside. "All you have to do is get past us to get it!"

Robin readies himself to fight, as do the skinheads.

"I get first blood!" shouted the leader as he charged Robin, his bat held high over his head.

Robin jumps aside as the Skinhead brings the bat crashing down onto the spot where Robin has stood only a split second before. Robin reared back with his right arm and threw a hard punch, which connected with the side of Skinhead's jaw. A loud crack was heard through the air, as Skinhead fell to the side, unconscious. Quickly thinking about Beastboy's finger, Robin lifted his right foot and brought it down hard onto the Skinhead's throat, a loud squishy and cracking sound was heard as the heavy boot crushed the man's entire neck. Robin wiped his boot off on the back of the man's shirt and stared at the rest of the pack.

"Who's next?" He called out.

"You take him, Henson." Said the skinhead on the left.

"You know I will." Henson said, as he lifted his wooden bat. "Time to die, Robin."

Henson charged, like the first man, with his bat held over his head. Robin readied himself to jump aside; figuring that Henson was as predictable as his leader. But instead of swinging it straight down, Henson swung it to the side, catching Robin in the side of the stomach, effectively knocking the wind out of the Boy Wonder, sending him crashing to the ground.

"HA! He's not so tough. What a wussy." Henson taunted as Robin struggled to breathe.

"C'mon Henson! Finish the punk off so's we can get some grub!" The other man called.

"Yeah yeah, calm the fuck down. I'll get to it." Henson said over his shoulder.

Henson turned his attention back to Robin, who had gotten to his knees. Henson smirked at his seemingly helpless prey. He raised the bat above his head to deliver the finishing blow. Robin stared up at Henson, fury blazing in both eyes. Robin leapt to his feet faster then lightning and straight-fingered Henson's throat. Robin felt his fingers easily slide into the neck of Henson. He turned his hand into a fist, wrapping his fingers around his throat and pulled. Hard. Henson's throat came away in Robin's fist easily, blood spurting out onto Robin's face. He stared into the dying man's eyes, as a look of pure horror was seen in his eyes as he fell to his knees, his dying gasps sounding nothing more then wet, sloppy chokes. Robin dropped the piece of flesh and turned his attention to last remaining Skinhead.

"You…you killed Henson! You little punk! Yer DEAD!" The last man shouted.

Robin watched as the man reached into his vest and pulled out an eighteen-inch serrated combat knife. Robin gazed at the raging man's eyes, which were alive with fire. He let out an inhuman howl and charged Robin, holding the blade in front of him. Robin waited until he was only five feet away before reacting. Robin's arm shot up and his hand snaked into the Skinhead's mouth. Robin let the man run a little ways past him with his hand still in his mouth. Robin gave a hard tug, pulling the man's head and neck he brought the man's face parallel to his.

"Time to die." Robin said, his eyes blazing.

Robin pulled down on the man's jaw as hard as he could. He heard skin rip and the jaw dislocate as the lower jaw came away in his hand. The man dropped the knife and let out a horrific scream. Robin grabbed him by the top of his head and top jaw and snapped his neck. He let the body drop to his feet and stared up at the sky. The hidden cameras posted all around him captured the bloodlust in his eyes.

-Elsewhere-

"He is beginning to enjoy himself, Master. I can see it in his eyes. We may have to end these trials sooner then expected." The familiar distorted voice said.

"As it would seem. He still has a way to go, though. He is nearing the end of the first trial as we speak." Came the reply.

A TV screen showed Robin walking towards the end of the street, having disposed of the remaining men that hassled him. Pieces of what was left of them littered the street behind him. In his hand was the serrated combat knife from the jawless skinhead. It was now covered in blood. Robin reached the gateway and gave the door a good solid kick. He heard the familiar electronic crackle after he kicked the door.

"Patience, Robin, Patience." Was all the voice said.

Robin's eyes grew wide as he recognized the saying. Only one person in the world had ever said that to him. Slade. Though Robin had this thought, he kept his cool. The gate buzzed and unlocked. Robin walked through calmly and the gate slammed shut behind him.

-Some Prison Cell-

"But we must find Robin!"

"Star, we've tried everything! We can't bust through these cell doors! They've disabled my Sonic Cannon and that collar they put on Rae disabled her powers. And they've even figured out a way to make your powers useless!"

"This collar is degrading. I can't even meditate with this thing around my neck. And we still don't know who captured us. It could be anyone. Beastboy, how is your hand?"

The three Titans looked over in Beastboy's direction. He was curled up in the fetal position clutching his bandaged hand. Like Raven, there was a collar around his neck preventing him from using his own powers. Beastboy uncurled and sat up, his eyes puffy from while he was sobbing. Whoever had came in wasn't very gentle while cutting the finger. Like the men that took them at Titan's Tower, he was dressed head to toe in black armor.

"I'm fine. I mean, it's fine." He replied quietly.

Suddenly, the door slide open, and a figure stood in the doorway.

"Hello again, Titans." Rang out a familiar voice.

Though all the Titans recognized the voice, only Beastboy answered it.

"T…Terra?"