YES! My violent man hood has finally manifested itself into writing. I found writing this prat to be very nejoyable. Hopefully, I'll be able to get to work on the next chapter before the snowstorms hits Jersey, but I'm not holding my breath. Well, enjoy the brutality.

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titan's, but I watch the show.

Chapter 4: Club Fiasco

Zaith woke up early the next morning. He looked at the clock in the room and saw that it was only two in the morning.

Zaith got up slowly, and then went into the rest room. Immediately, he brushed his teethe, relieved himself of bodily waste, and then left the rest room to change into another set of clothing. Once he changed, he grabbed the laptop from the table and exited the room, leaving Raven to sleep alone for the rest of the morning.

He left the tower, finding that it had been raining for some time now. Quickly, he tucked the laptop under his shirt so that it wouldn't get wet, then started for the bridge nearby. He simply jumped there, which seemingly enough, was relatively easy for him to do. Once on the bridge, he quickly began running towards the city.

Five minuets into his 'early morning jog', Zaith found an automotives shop selling new and used cars and motorcycles. He decided to go in, and ten minuets later he had paid for a new black motorcycle and helmet, which he was using as he left the shop.

Soon he came upon another store, which was just beginning to open its doors. It was an electronic store, carrying many of the most hi-tech computers and accessories (that is, for the public). Three minuets later, he was leaving with his laptop inside a black laptop bag, which he was carrying on his back. He hopped back onto his bike (which was wet, though Zaith didn't care at the time) and drove off into the morning.

3:30 am.

Zaith was waiting outside of a local club. Inside, the music was blasting and the people were dancing. To many people, this would seem like the best place to have fun for the night. But for Zaith, it was a stake out.

He was waiting for a local crime lord, in charge of a gang known as 'The Jacks'. Their signature symbol, the 'Jack of diamonds'. Julian Taliard was the boss, and his lieutenants told him everything he ever needed to know; who got arrested, who's got turf control, who's making the profits, if the lieutenants didn't know, then neither did Julian.

Julian was going to meet with his lieutenants, as it had apparently been a few weeks since their last meeting. From what Zaith had learned (thanks to Robin), they were going to talk not only about the drug shipments they were going to receive in the next week, but about a strange new recruit who was demanding to meet with the leader. In the back of his mind, Zaith knew that no ordinary recruit could just make a demand and have his way, unless they were family. And from a certain report he found on the internet, he learned that the person who suggested the talk of this new recruit was under certain pressures, mostly coercive power (physical force). Supposedly, the man held a gun and a katana against his neck, threatening not only his life, but his wife, children, and every member of his family. The man conceited to the recruits wishes, as the man almost seemed to enjoy the terror in the lieutenant's voice.

"He seemed to enjoy the sound of terror in his voice…" Zaith said to himself, who was still waiting in the rain.

3:42 am.

Two black Volvos pulled up to the club, and then several men all dressed in black suits stepped out and were escorted into the club by four body guards. Security wasn't very tight, but they didn't exactly want to make a scene.

Zaith didn't notice anyone in particular, least not who he was looking for. H e waited there for five minuets, then left the bike and went towards the door of the club. A tall black guard stopped Zaith from entering the club, pushing Zaith back a bit with his large forceful arms.

"Where do you think you're going, buddy?" the guard said.

"Inside. And if you try and stop me again, I'll twist your arm, put it behind your back, head butt the back of you head, then break your pinkie."

Zaith began to walk forward and found the same arm in front of him. He grabbed it, twisted the arm, put it behind the guards back, head butted the guards heads, and then used his strong grip to break his pinkie. The guard practically fell to his knees and began to cry, while the people who were in line ran away fleeing in terror.

"Three minuets… shit." Zaith said to himself, knowing that the cops would be there soon.

Zaith walked into the club, and the sound of loud speakers and record scratching came to his ears. He looked around quickly, and found that the V.I.P. booth light was on. Zaith went over there, knowing that the meeting was probably there.

The door to the V.I.P. room was guarded by two large white guys. As Zaith approached, the one on the right moved forward slightly and began to talk to him.

"Don't come any closer, little man, or I'll have to throw you out." The man was only about two inches taller then Zaith, but his muscles were a lot larger, which made him look bigger.

"Move out of the way or you shall wake up with your head inside the wall behind you." Zaith said plainly.

Zaith walked forward, and the guard tried to stop him. Needless to say, the guard was slammed into the wall, and the other was looking at Zaith in terror. Zaith was giving the guard the 'Fuck with me and die' glare, which was freaking him out.

Quickly, Zaith made his way up a small flight of stairs that led to another door. This door was locked, but Zaith had a simple remedy for this. He kicked the door down, and as he entered the room, found several pistols and sub machine guns pointed at him.

"Who the fuck are you?!" said Julian, who was holding a desert eagle in his right hand like he was some sort of gangster. 'He'll break his hand holding it like that' Zaith thought to himself.

"Put the guns down, or I break your arms." Zaith said.

None of the men did as he instructed, so he rushed forward, grabbed the man closest to him, and bent his right arm so that it was bent the opposite way. Then he went over to a man who was hiding behind an expensive chair, grabbed his left arm and pushed it relatively hard, which dislocated his arm from his shoulder and shattered his elbow. Then onto the guard next to him. Zaith grasped his arm, twisted it, the simply ripped it out of its socket. Blood began to spray from his arm, leaving blood on the walls. The guard next to the previous one was tossed over Zaith's shoulder by a pull at his arm. Unfortunately, his arm wouldn't follow him, as Zaith ripped it from his body. A third guard was cowering on the floor, but mercy was not one of Zaith's many services at the moment. Zaith grasped his right arm, and then bent out into a freakish form, as like the first man. Then he grasped the mans left and used it to toss the man into the wall, leaving a large, crater like indentation.

By this time, Zaith was ready to continue the onslaught, but the fourth guard decided to shot himself in the head after seeming the mutilations the others had gone through. One of the two remaining lieutenants also took his life with a bullet through the mouth, but the other simply looked at Zaith in pure terror, as Julian had been doing. Zaith walked over to the lieutenant and punched him in the head, knocking him out.

Now of course, Zaith was a lot faster then the other people, so his recognition of bullets at the time was pretty much nothing. Before he did begin breaking arms, the guns were going off, and bullets could now be seen littering the wall.

Zaith went over to Julian, gripped the desert eagle he was holding at the time, took it from him and pocketed the gun in his pants. Then he punched him in the gut and carried to his motorcycle, where he rode off into the morning.

3:45 am.

Three cop cars and two ambulances arrived at the scene, finding panicked people, as well as battered guards and broken gang members. By the time the CSI crew came onto the scene very little was found as two how the people were assaulted. Only the guard at the V.I.P. door saw Zaith's face, but he wouldn't talk, fearing that the man might come to kill him if he did.

The gang members and guards that lived didn't see his face, as the long hair covered his face. The several people whose arms were taken clear off died about twenty minuets after the cops arrived, al from blood loss.

A man watched the cops investigate the scene from atop the building across the street. He had a strange smirk on his face. He eventually left, but the smirk continued to stay on his face.

3:59 am.

Zaith returned to the tower with Julian on his back. He carried him to the basement, which was one of the darkest and scariest places in the entire building. He planted a chair there and tied Julian there, that way he couldn't escape when he wakes up.

When he was done tying him up, he went back to his room and decided to have a shower. During the shower, Raven snuck up on him, hoping to have an enjoyable moment with him. By then, all the blood had washed off of him, but Zaith still felt dirty, and the deaths stayed on his conscious.

"Stop…" Zaith said quietly to Raven and she held onto Zaith from behind.

"Why?"

"I've done something horrible…"

"I don't understand?"

"You'll understand when you watch the new this morning." He said.

Raven was very curious as to what he meant, but she decided not to press on the subject. The two showered quietly, and didn't even kiss as they normally would do whenever they were alone. The mood had changed from even slightly happy to sad and mournful. Raven had thought that it was because of the night before, but how wrong she was.

When I was wirting this, I could practically hear the bones breaking... it was weird. Maybe I should stop getting so enraptured by writing and video games... what the hell am I saying!? Someone, yell at me.

Oh, and the next chapters will be up eventually. So check it out sometime.