Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans, but I do watch the show.
Chapter 5: A Little Visit
"Where am I?" A man cried, as he found himself tied to something.
He couldn't see a thing, as the blindfold around his eyes made everything around him look black. He woke up sometime ago, but no one answered to anything he said. He was alone, waiting for something to happen.
Every now and then, he would hear a sound, like water falling to the ground. This continued for hours, the annoyance of the sound bothering him for what seemed like forever. Twice, a small furry creature scurried by his leg, startling the man.
In the distance behind him, he could hear what sounded like a furnace. He heard the spinning of fans throughout the building, the flushing of toilets, and the running of water. It was as if whoever had captured wanted him to wait as long as possible to be released to the light.
(Meanwhile)
Zaith went downstairs first, feeling slightly dejected, knowing full well that what he was doing and what he was going to do was far past his own moral standards. He was planning on going rouge for some time as he hunted Vlade. Chances were, his friends would probably chase him for what he was going to do, but he knew he had to do it… it felt right.
Raven was confused as to what Zaith had said earlier in the shower.
"… You'll understand when you watch the news this morning." She said as she walked towards the lobby alone.
Once she was in the lobby, she looked for Zaith, but found no sign of him. Raven sighed, and after a moment she used her powers to retrieve the T.V. remote from the table. She turned the T.V. on then turned to the local news channel. The first couple of stories were relatively unimportant, but she continued to watch, wondering what Zaith was talking about.
(Elsewhere)
Zaith walked down the flight of stairs that led to the basement. The warm air made the trip somewhat unwanted, but he had his reasons for being there. He made his way slowly to the back of the basement, where the furnace.
On the way, Zaith noticed many things, some of which were somewhat disturbing. He saw guillotines, axes, robot machines, vehicles, and a whole assortment of other things. It was like a museum full of villain's toys.
"Robin must have kept these for research."
Eventually, Zaith found what he was looking for. Quickly, Zaith pulled up a chair, and began to speak.
"So, are you awake yet?"
"The fuck do you want?" said the man.
"Alright, calm down. There is something you know, something I'd like to find out."
"Listen man, I don't know who the fuck you are, but you're dealing with a very important man here. And if you fuck with me, I'll make sure that your head gets sent to my estate on a silver fucking platter." Said the man threateningly.
"Listen here. You are in no position to make threats bitch. I was the man that attacked your men at the club this morning. So if you value your life, then I suggest you listen before you shot off your mother fucking mouth."
What Zaith said had really gotten his attention. The man thought that what he had remembered was just some sort of sadistic dream. But what Zaith said reconfirmed his fears.
"Now listen. I have a few questions for you, and I want you to answer them for me."
"And if I refuse?"
"I'll grab one of your joints and bend it backwards."
"What?!"
"Yes, from what I've heard, that hurts quite a lot. And just so you know, If decide not to talk and I run out of joints to break, I'll have to start welding them off."
"You're kidding right?"
"I am not in the mood to kid. Now let's start our conversation."
The man became very nervous. He had no clue as to what Zaith was going to ask him, but he knew that this maniac was going to beat the shit out of him if he didn't answer.
"First, do you know who I am?"
"I have no fucking clue."
"Before we continue, I have something to tell you. If keep swearing, I just might decide to break some of your bones alright."
"Alright…"
"Good. Next question, what is your name?"
"Christopher Johnson."
"Are you sure that's your name?"
"You know it."
The man sounded confident, as he started thinking that the threats weren't real, that the man wouldn't actually what he said he would do.
Zaith then grabbed his left hand, and snapped the first joint in his pinking.
"FUCK!!!!! YOU ASSHOLE!!!!!!" the man screamed in pain. Three tears escaped his eyes, though they were absorbed by the blindfold.
"That isn't you name, and since you swore, I'll finish your pinkie."
"NO, No PLEASE!!!!!!! AAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" The man continued to scream as Zaith finished snapping his pinkie.
"Now answer me, what's your name?"
"… Ahh. Man, its Julian Taliard."
"Good, now that you understand what happens when you don't answer correctly, next move to the next question. What do you do for a living?"
"I…"
"Do you want me to break another finger for not speaking?"
"I run a crime organization." He said reluctantly.
"Good, good. Now, do you have any family, maybe a wife and kids?"
"Yeah, I got a woman at home."
"Well, what's your wife's name?"
"I don't have to fucking tell you." Julian said almost instantly, but he then remembered what Zaith would do if he swore or didn't answer.
He would soon relive the moment as Zaith snapped his second to last finger on his left hand. While Julian was crying in agony, Zaith spoke again.
"What is her name?"
"Alexis."
"Do you remember hearing about a man from one of your lieutenants who were trying to work his way up the ranks?"
"Oh, that fuck." At that moment, Julian gulped again and waited to feel Zaith's wraith.
"Yes, that fuck. I know him personally, and I plan to kill the mother fucker. So tell me what you know about him, and I won't break another finger. And feel free to swear now, I really want to hear the descriptions you give about him." Zaith said angrily.
"Earl said his name was Vlade. From what he told me, the bastard came into his home and held him hostage while his guards watched."
"Really... Yeah that sounds like his style. Keep going."
"Earl gave me this card, said that Vlade gave it to him."
"Where is this card?"
"It's in my right pocket."
Zaith carefully went into his pocket and found the card he was talking about.
"It also came with a note."
"What did the note say?"
"It said, 'I'll be watching, bro'."
"Shit… Go on, anything else."
"There was one other thing; Earl said that Vlade said under his breath, 'Meet me at pier 13'."
"Good, that's just the lead I needed."
Zaith went over to Julian and untied his arms. He then took his hand into his own and crushed it, breaking it easily.
"AAAHHHH!!!! What the fuck was that for?!" Julian as.
"Three things: one, this is to prevent you from talking to anyone about this. If you do, I'll hunt you down and rip off your arm, then beat you with it until you die. Two, to prevent you from sending anyone to pier thirteen. And three, get your self out of the business, it'll get you killed."
Wit that, Zaith punched Julian in the stomach, effectively knocking him out. Then, Zaith carried Julian out of the basement and into a cardboard box he had placed next to the basement entrance. Once he was inside the box, he poked several holes so that Julian could still breathe, and then sealed it up with two layers of duck tape. Zaith had already put the address to be sent to and postage, but made sure that he didn't put a return address. Zaith then carried the box over to the closest post office and made sure it was mailed to the hospital.
He returned to the tower, and when he entered the lobby, he saw Raven watching the news. The news had finally made it to the section of the 'The Club Fiasco' as the news called it. The reported said that the cameras never got a good view of the attackers face, so identifying him will be impossible. The only guard who survived the attack was questioned, but simply said that he never got a good look at the man's face.
Raven was amazed to see all the murder and all the blood. It was frightening. She suddenly noticed that Zaith was behind her, so she used her powers to force Zaith to a wall.
"Raven let me go." Zaith demanded as he needed to go out and deal with Vlade.
"Why, Zaith? Why?"
"It was the only way to get the information I needed."
"But wasn't there another way to get it?"
"I'm sorry, but no. BAnd it's not like I enjoy being able to kill people like that… but it's what I'm good at."
"What? How can you say that?"
"Because it's true, I'm able to fight people that are stronger then any Olympian. And to fight a normal person is to easy… So killing people like that is relatively easy."
A tear shot down Ravens face as she heard her lover talking about himself like that. "That can't be true."
"I'm sorry Raven… But I have to go."
Raven released her grasp on Zaith, allowing him to leave freely. Zaith began to head upstairs, but when he reached the first stepped, he looked at the ground and spoke quietly.
"I'm sorry, Raven, but I have to do this. I have to stop Vlade… And myself."
Sometimes, I almost pity Julian for the damages he recieved, but then remember that he was a crime lord, so I don't care.
Well, I hope you enjoyed, Chapter 6 will be up eventually.