Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans, but I do watch the watch.

Chapter 6: Pier 13

Zaith soon made it to his room, where he to change out of his clothing so as he could have yet another shower. While showering, he almost fell asleep, as the warm steam and warm water soothed him so.

He eventually got out and changed in another set of clothes. As he changed he turned on the small radio he had so as he could hear the weather report. The reporter on the radio said that the weather was supposed to get to about forty degrees Fahrenheit, so Zaith decided to put on a turtle neck sweater to keep himself warm for the day.

The sweater was black, as were most of his clothes. He got it while he was shopping at the mall a few days back, and the memory seemed to be somewhat enjoyable for him. But when he remembered what he was doing and what he planned to do, he shuttered at the thought, and a searing pain seemed to cross his heart.

After changing, he went back downstairs, where he found Raven still glued to the T.V. Zaith decided not to bother her, so he tried to sneak by. Slowly, he walked silently towards the door, making sure that he stayed on the carpeting. Once he made his way far enough from Raven, he walked normally, knowing she wouldn't hear him.

Click. Click. Click.

AS he took three steps, the steel on the bottom of his boots sounded, even though he still walked on a carpet.

Raven looked around and found Zaith with his back turned away from her. Zaith slowly turned around, and was greeted not with a smile, but with a face full of tears. She didn't say a word, but the sight of her made Zaith feel horrible. He felt that searing pain again, and forced himself to look away from her.

Zaith walked away, holding his head down in guilt. His hand was on his heart, as he felt the pain.

Outside the rain still came down, and water continued to rush off the rocks on the small Island. The bike Zaith had bought was under the small entrance way by the door. IT was dry, but the cold had begun to seep into the engine.

Zaith picked it up, and then jumped onto the bridge once more. Then, he propped himself onto the bike and began to ride off into the morning.

5:45 am.

Zaith had drive through the somewhat empty street of the city and found his was to the harbor. He came upon a section of warehouses, marked pier 10-20. Slowly, he cut the engine of the motorcycle off and began to glide his way until he came to pier 13. He parked the bike, and then walked towards a small door next to the large gate of the warehouse.

He gripped the handle and gently opened the door. The sound of rust came from the door, and Zaith knew his position had been given off. The lights suddenly came on, and an empty warehouse was visible. The only things in the room were an old mattress and a few spare pipes.

"Hello, little brother." Vlade said in a somewhat joyous voice.

Zaith said nothing as he searched for the whereabouts of his brother's voice. Vlade then stepped out from behind a larger support beam on the far side of the room. He held a cigarette to his mouth as he began to light it with a silver lighter. The then began to smoke lightly, taking in the smell of the cigarette.

"Want one?" He said as he tossed a white pack towards Zaith. He caught it in his left hand, and then replied to Vlade.

"No thanks, I don't smoke."

Zaith then tossed it back to Vlade, who then tossed it onto the mattress.

"Suit yourself." Vlade said as he continued to smoke. He was being very arrogant, believing that his brother wouldn't attack him while having a brief moment to smoke.

"You know, we've been fighting for eight years now. I've got a question for you, if you've been so busy just trying to get away from me, then how much time have you had to just live and have fun?" Vlade asked.

"Not a lot." Zaith said, waiting to get to business.

"Quick to the point, huh? Well, then just wait a bit; I want to finish this one. After all it could be my last."

Vlade took another puff of his cigarette, which by now had already burned half way.

"I have a question for you, Vlade. What would you do if you killed me here and now?"

"I've never really thought of that…" Vlade began to walk over to the mattress and sat down onto it. "Maybe I could stop fighting, maybe settle down and get married, maybe even have some kids."

Zaith noticed that Vlade had closed his eyes for a moment, As if he were dreaming of what he spoke of. When he opened his eyes again, Zaith could see what looked like sorrow.

"Wait, you serious?"

"Yeah, I mean I don't want to be in hiding forever and killing isn't the most important thing in my life."

"Then why did you kill our parents?"

"Because I didn't like them."

Vlade then spat the last of the cigarette onto the floor and stepped on it, effectively putting it out. He then stood up and drew his sword from his side.

"Well, I'm sure you're dying to kill me, so let's get this over with."

Zaith drew his sword as well, and almost immediately, the two charged at each other. The collided into each other and they were locked into a standstill, sword to sword.

"You've gotten better." Vlade said jokingly.

"I've always been better, you just always the environment to fall back on."

"Maybe so, but we will finish this tonight, and only one of us will leave this warehouse alive."

"Damn straight."

The two then jumped back and suddenly attacked each other. At first it was Zaith on the defensive as Vlade used his katana to unleash a constant barrage of slashes on Zaith. But as Vlade continued to attack, Zaith saw an opening in his stance and used it to block an attack then do a round house kick, which knocked Vlade to the side. Then, Zaith followed this with a shoulder tackle, but stopped when he saw the he was about to run into Vlade's katana.

Zaith rolled forward, but quickly jumped back when Vlade tried to knee him in the gut. Vlade used the off time that Zaith was giving and dropped kicked him square in the chest. Zaith was sent flying into the wall, leaving a crater that was shaped of his body.

Zaith quickly got back up the charged Vlade, who was off his guard at the moment. He used his speed to kick Vlade in the face, and then lower his leg so that he brought Vlade's face closer to the ground. Then he switched feet and kicked Vlade in the chest, sending him upwards to the ceiling. After leaving an imprint in the ceiling, Vlade came back down, only to be greeted by another kick in the chest, which sent him flying towards the far wall. Fortunately for Vlade, he landed on his mattress, bounced off, and landed carefully on the wall.

Vlade used this to his advantage as he lunged off of the wall towards Zaith. He missed Zaith, who noticed what he was trying to do, but Vlade grabbed his arm and then brought him to the ground and used him as a sled.

Zaith stopped when his head bashed into the wall, and when Vlade regained his stability, his raised his sword, then brought it down into Zaith's shoulder. Her howled in pain, but quickly pulled the sword out and tossed it aside. He then stood up and tossed Vlade into the support beam closest to him.

Vlade stood up, then quickly dashed towards his sword, but was stopped when Zaith grabbed his collar and tossed him into the same support beam. Vlade's landing could be heard reverberating off of the wall, which somewhat bothered Zaith. Vlade got up once again, but instead of rushing for his sword or moving away from Zaith, he simply stood there in a fighting stance.

Zaith put his sword away, and then took up a fighting stance as well. Then the two charged at one another and the two collided into each other's fists. They fell to the ground, and then stood up once more. They charged again, but kicks came flying as the two blocked the other's moves. Then after about thirty seconds on the legs, it went to arms, head butts, and eventually the two, started to trade blows.

6:30 am.

The two had been fighting for some time now, and the intensity of it all wore them down. Zaith was holding onto his sword with one hand while the other was limp from exhaustion. Vlade was in similar condition, and he had his sword in hand.

The two then raised their swords and ran at each other. Before they could gut the other, they were both forced into different walls

Zaith looked around to see who it was, only to find Raven standing in the doorway.

"Raven, what are you doing here?" Zaith said.

"I'm here to stop you from getting yourself killed."

Raven the released Zaith from the wall and allowed him to move freely. He began to walk towards Vlade, and when he reached about half way, he bent down a grabbed his sword. He then continued to walk towards Vlade, who was still pinned to the wall.

When he made it to Zaith, he placed his hand on his throat, and then spoke to Raven.

"Let him go."

Raven did as she was told, and allowed Zaith to do what was necessary. Slowly, Zaith raised his sword and gently placed it above his hand.

"Anything left to say, bitch?"

"Please man stop."

"You want me to stop. We've been fighting for eight years and now you want to call it quits?!"

"Please Zaith, let me go."

"Stop whining and take your punishment like a man."

"Please, I'm begging you."

Tears started to flow from Vlade's eyes, and something… changed about him. His body was the same, brown eyes, black hair. It was all the same. But his mood was different. He was begging he was crying, and he was acting as if he were thirteen. He kicked and shoved and squirmed, and no matter how many time Zaith thought of how he killed their parents, he couldn't help but wonder what the hell was going on.

"Zaith, let him go."

"What?!"

"Let him go."

"But he-"

"I know, but that was the Vlade you know. That person you have by the throat isn't Vlade. Or at least, not the one you know."

"How?"

"He was possessed. Just know, when he started to cry, something evil left this room. And it left Vlade. He isn't evil anymore."

"This can't be…"

"Listen, I don't know what the hell is going on, but can you let me go, you're chocking me." Vlade said.

Zaith reluctantly let go, feeling strange and disappointed.

"Listen can you take me back home, my parents and brother are probably worried about me."

"Quiet kid." Zaith said to Vlade. "You mean he wasn't in control and he doesn't remember what's happened in the last eight years?"

"Yeah."

Zaith let Vlade go, then spoke again.

"Vlade, we have a lot to talk about."

Three hours later, Vlade had been left in Zaith's room to cry his heart out, while Zaith and Raven spoke outside the room.

"I think I might leave for a bit." Zaith said.

"What, why?"

"I've been so busy and my life has been so messed up, that I don't think I can forgive him for all of that just yet."

"But-"

"It's not like I'm leaving you, it's just that I need some time to get over all of this."

"Where will you go?"

"I don't know, but I need to get away from Vlade for a bit. Speaking of which, you don't mind taking care of him while I'm gone, do you?"

"It won't be too big of a problem."

"Thanks." Zaith said as he kissed Raven on the lips. "I think I should get going, I have some free time on my hands, and I'd rather get going before he finds out. He may be older then me, but he's got to grow up first."

And with that, Zaith made his way downstairs to his bike, then back to the bridge, and he began to drive away. He never really said goodbye, as he believed he'd be coming back in a week or two.

Two months later.

Zaith had yet to return to the Titans, so his room was giving to Vlade for the time being. As of late Vlade had been training him in several forms of martial arts that he picked up fairly quickly. Raven almost daily went outside and waited by the beach, hoping to hear his voice sneak up behind her.

During this amount of time, Vlade and the other's have had a number of missions, and have actually made a discovery that Beast Boy was very interested in. Robin and Vlade together actually found a cure for Terra, which got her out of the containment she was in. Needless to say the first thing she wanted to do was to have something to eat. That ended up being more then just the Titans frige.

Although the others were reluctant to let her back in, Terra was eventually re-invited to be a Teen Titan. She did so by actually risking her life several times to help the others fight a few criminals, which saved countless lives, mostly civilian lives.

But Raven was depressed, she couldn't sleep, she barely ate, and she had gone past her usual dark loneliness bit. She felt unwell, the other's notice, but no matter how much they tried they couldn't cheer her up. All she could ask for was for Zaith to come back. But at the looks of things that wasn't going to happen.

Yeah, I know, POS ending, so bite me. And maybe this wasn't so Violent. I can't help that, I can only visualize everything, but getting them into words shall take forever. Besides it's hard enough just being myself. And I couldn't think off anything at the time (what it's 11:46pm eastern time).

Anyway, I plan on having another installment, but I'm debating whether I should really let people get killed, and not unimportant people like Julian Taliard.

Feel free to review me on how badly i ended this one. Bye for now.