Matches: Unleashed

This is a new fic I just thought of, like literally right now where I'm sitting. It is an OC. The pairing will be OC/ Rob. Please be nice. Tell me if you like it. It's probably going to be a trilogy or something…..

"Words"

'Thought'

This is from a girl's point of view.

Chapter-One

Worst Nightmare

"Excuse me, but do you have a cell phone I could borrow?"

"Sure….you might want to give it a minute to start up though, it's like an antique."

The girl reached into her purse and pulled out her cell phone. She was right, it was an antique. I couldn't even figure out how to turn it on.

"You press….this," she said, reaching over and showing me.

"Oh, thanks…." I dialed my dad's number after waiting a minute for the thing to start. 261-5510. I waited impatiently for him to answer. I heard a click.

"Hello?"

"Where are you?" I demanded. He always does this to me.

"I'm just getting off duty. How about I pick you up in my work car today?"

"Whatever," I said, "Just….meet me by my locker."

"Whose phone are you using?"

"A friends. Bye."

"Bye."

I let out a growl of protest and annoyance at him. I can never stay after school for anything because he never gets me on time when I'm done.

I handed the cell phone that looked like it came from the 80's back to the girl.

"Thank you," I said.

"No problem. I hope your ride gets here soon."

"Me too. Bye," I said as she walked down the curb to her car. God, I wish I could drive. I'm just three months, 5 days, and 7 hours until I get my permit. But, I might as well add twelve months onto that because permits are just to torture kids.

So here I am. Standing out in the freezing cold, clouds forming from my breath every time I exhale, and waiting for my dad who never keeps promises….What else can go wrong? As if God was hearing my prayers, a car speeds by and drenches me with ice cold rainwater from a roadside puddle.

"Thank you," I said, praising the heavens.

"You okay?" a voice asks.

'Oh my God…' I think, turning and realizing who said that, 'You have got to be kidding me….'

"Hey," he says.

"Hi," I manage to squeak.

"I asked if you were okay, but obviously you're not choking."

The hottest guy in J.C. High-school, Chad Roseburg, is standing right in front of me, and asking me if I, Angie Hawthorne, am okay when I'm drenched with rainwater.

"Yeah….just…you know… Bad day," I said, trying to make myself not look like a fool.

He grins that million dollar smile at me. God, he could be an Abercrombie model…..

"Yeah. I have those to."

'Oh, I bet you don't…'

"Yeah."

"Well, I'll see you around. Angie, right?"

"Y-yeah," I sputter as my dad's police car pulls up.

"See ya," he says, strutting off like he owns the school, which he does.

I sigh, watch him walk away, and get in my dad's car. I am so grateful that it's warm in here. I realize I'm still mad at him.

"Hey, honey."

"Hi." I buckle up. The click reminds me of this video we watched in Health class today. This stupid little stick figure kept driving his car into the wall. Finally, he buckled up, his seat-belt clicking, and ran into the wall but didn't die. I swear my teacher is trying to brainwash us or something.

"Did you have a good day?"

"Fantastic," I drawled. "Look at my coat!"

"Oh, no. I guess your mother will have to put Shout on that or something."

"I never see her dad. Ever," I remind him.

"Oh, that's right." He can be such a ditz

When I was a young girl, my mother would psychologically and physically abuse me. Sometimes I wouldn't get fed for weeks, having to scrounge around for food at school or steal it. Other times, I'd just wait for her to feed me, hoping someone would notice that my arms looked like twigs or my stomach was too small. If I did bad on a paper, she'd beat me around the house a few times and make me understand that it wasn't acceptable, that I would do better or not be fed. That's why I'm a straight-A kid now; I was taught it was unacceptable to do poorly. That's the only thing I was ever grateful for from her.

"Can we stop at Quik-Trip for a second? I need to get a soda," I tell him.

"Yes," he says. As were driving down the outer roads of Jump City, a car screeches past us, obviously breaching the speed limit.

"Oh, shit. Honey, I'm going to have to pull-him over."

"It's fine," I say. I've been in his car a hundred times when he does this.

He shifts and floors it. Okay, he's never done that before. He gets behind the guy, or girl for all I know, and flashes his lights and starts the sirens. A hand comes out of the window and the person flashes my dad the finger. He pulls over and a wave of relief comes over me. I did not want a chase. Not today.

"Stay here," he says. I take my coat off. His car is burning up.

"I really don't have a problem with that," I say as he closes the door. He walks up to the SUV and starts talking to the driver. He starts getting angry. I look at the scenery around us as it start's to snow. To the right of the car, a forest braces itself for the harsh night to come.

"I'm so glad I get to sleep inside," I say to myself, thinking of all the poor animals that sleep outside in December.

To my left, the raging highway of Jump City roars past me. I can see people look to the side to see who the poor sucker is that got pulled over. I sigh and look back to my Dad. The SUV door opens and a guy steps out. He has a gun. Terror numbs me.

'Oh my God. He's going to shoot my father.' I look at him. He points the gun at my Dad. All he can do is back up against the SUV. I can tell he is trying to find a way, anyway, to get to his rifle on his belt. But, the man keeps telling him to keep his hands up. I have an awkward feeling of irony here; shouldn't my dad be the one making the arrest? I look around for another gun. I have to help my father. I press the Titan Intercom on the dashboard, praying that they get here in time. I know they won't. I see two, black, ugly rifles attached with Velcro to the hood. I grab both of them. I unhook my seat belt with a click. Health class rushes through my head.

"Hands on the hood!" the man says. He's going to do it. I can't believe this is happening to me.

I get out of the car and fire a shot in the air. One gun pointing towards the man, the other towards the sky. The guy looks over at me and starts walking towards me. Fear ripples through me. Oh God, I can't do this. I can't kill him. And he's going to kill me.

"Angie!" my dad shouts, reaching for his gun. But, the man is too fast. He turns and shoots my father in the head, then turns towards me. I still can't pull the trigger. I can't do it. So I do the only thing I can as the man reaches my dad's car, I run and scream. I scream bloody-hell, hoping someone, anyone, will hear me.

An air shattering explosion erupts from behind me. My dad's car just blew up behind me. It soars twenty, thirty, forty feet in the air, flames licking the windows and hood. And then it starts to come down. I see a burnt body falling. It's not my fathers. It hits the ground with a sickening thud.

I scream again, running into the woods in a blind state of terror. I don't care where I'm going. As long as it's away from where my dad is dead and a burning car and body lie on the side of an interstate. It's freezing out. All I have on is my black-long-sleeved shirt and my favorite jeans. The snow that covers the ground is now soaking through my shoes. I keep running and running. Distancing myself from the pure terror, the unleashed terror that unfolded before my eyes. I pant for breath but keep going. I realize I still have the guns in my hands. My tears are freezing on my cheeks and in my eyes. Pretty soon I can't see where I'm going so I stop, gasping like a fish out of water for breath. I look at the two guns in my hands. Why couldn't I just pull the trigger? They were right there. I could have saved my father…. The sound of the interstate is gone. The woods are entirely silent. Thick, fat, white, wet snow flakes cling to my hair and the ground, blanketing everything. I am lost. I scream again, just letting out the emotions that I feel. Sadness, loneliness. Everything. A tree next to me catches fire.

"Stop it!" I scream, ripping my vocal chords in two.

"Just…stop it!" I wail as I sink to my knees in the snow, the two guns still in my hand. I keep bawling, and I can't stop.

"Hold it!" someone yells.

I jump up. And look around. I hear leaves crunching as someone runs towards me. Fear overtakes me again. I start running.

"Stop!" they yell. I keep going. I'll never stop. Never, ever, ever, ever, ever—

Someone tackles me from behind. I cry out and land on the hard, frozen ground. It's obviously a guy. He is surprisingly warm, which I am grateful for. His weight pushes me into the ground. I can feel his muscles against my back.

"You are surrounded. Do not move or we will be forced to—drop your weapons!" he says in my ear, realizing that I still have the guns in my hand. I don't. He takes my wrists and twists them, forcing me to drop them. I cry out in pain. He's still lying on top of me. I start bawling. They think I killed my father. I can't stop it. I just keep crying like time has stopped. I want to cry forever. He loosens his hold on me and tells me to sit up, now that the cursed guns are gone. I sit up on my knees. He walks around. I look up.

"Oh my God," I say and start shuffling away from him. I can't believe they think that I did this. The Teen Titans. All of them are standing around me. I'm surrounded. I can't possibly win. And they seem a lot less intimidating when they're making speeches on the local news.

"Stand up," Robin says. I comply. He walks over to me. I try to run, to keep running away, but he takes my shoulders steers me to the next tree and slams me into it. My face hits the bark…hard. I can feel a trickle of blood seeping down my forehead and bruises forming. I am brutally reminded of when my mother beat me after school.

"I told you time and time again! This is unacceptable!" Smack!

"Didn't I already tell you not to move?" he whispers, talking in my ear from behind again. I try to squirm free, but my attempts are futile. I give up. I feel my body collapse. He holds me up.

"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in court—"

He gives me the Miranda rights, but I'm deaf. I don't hear anything that's going on and I never want to again. All I can do is shake my head against the tree, the only thing not judging me right now.

"What've we got so far?"

"The only fingerprints on the guns were hers. But, they were fully loaded. We've tried questioning her, but she just keeps saying 'I couldn't do it. I couldn't do it.'"

"I think we can get her to talk."

I can hear them talking in the next room. About me.

I knew exactly where I was. They took me to the police-headquarters on the opposite side of the city. The one on the side of the scene of the crime was under construction. They were having all new tiles and plumbing put in.

"She looks familiar actually…"

"Like how?"

"I dunno. I've just got the feeling like I've seen her before…" the police chief said.

"Maybe you have."

"We lost an officer today," he said, folding the papers on his clipboard over, "I never knew him personally, but I'm sure a lot of people did. It just pains me to think that this girl who didn't even know him killed him. Just ask her the questions. Inform me when you're done."

"Raven. I think I'm going to need you're help on this one."

"Sounds fun…"

Robin leads the team into the examination room. I'm not really caring at this point that I was going to be getting answers forced out of me by a powerful psychic superhero.

He stands in front of me. My head's limp and rests on my chest, my long, dark hair falling over my face, still wet with snow.

He takes my chin in his gloved hand and turns my face so he can see me.

"What's your name?"

I don't answer him.

"Answer me!" he says and slaps me across the face.

'How many times do I have to hit you to get my point across! I will not tolerate grades like this!' Smack!

"Angie," I say. Plain and simple.

"Okay, Angie. I'm going to ask you some questions. And if you don't cooperate, Raven's going to have a little chat with you. Okay?"

I look at Raven without moving my head. She stares at me with daggers in her eyes. I can tell that I'm showing them I'm afraid, but I really can't help it. After all, how many bad guys have they taken down?

"Did you kill a police officer today?"

'Oh, you mean my dad?' I stare at his mask.

"Why do you wear a mask?" I ask. I know I'm delirious from shock, but I can't exactly help it at the moment.

He grips my chin again, harder this time though, and gets really close to my face.

"I am asking the questions. Did you use guns against men today?"

'Oh, you mean the one's that I couldn't use to save my father?'

"I couldn't do it. I couldn't do it. I couldn't do it. I couldn't do it…" I repeat myself, over and over. I don't know why. I just do. I see Raven come over as I keep on talking. She stands in front of me and looks at Robin. He nods.

Knifes pierce my brain, my heart, my lungs, anything that is beating in my body and would make me die if it stopped. I can't think and I can't see. I scream again, but not as loud as when I ran into the woods. It hurts so badly. Then it all stops. It's quite. I'm breathing really hard, the pain still crawls through my skin. I'm moments away from blacking out.

"Robin," Raven says urgently.

He walks over to her.

"He was her father."

He takes a gadget from his belt, it looks sharp. He walks behind me and cuts me loose. I fall to the floor, and leave the cruel world behind, dreaming of my father, as he picks me up out of the room.

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