Disclaimer: What if I just said that everyone on this site did not own Teen Titans? Would that work?
Three chapters later and still no reviews. -.-' Is there something wrong with my story? Hello? Anyone out there? Guess not. Aw hell. I'm still going to put this up. Just for the person who's reading this and isn't going to review...
-Three Memories-
Why couldn't I use my powers?
I don't want to think about it.
But somehow, I am.
It was just another day in the ER. The world rushed around me as I stood, answering phones and yelling at one doctor from another hospital who had sent a patient here without the proper care. Someone tapped my shoulder and I spin, one hand muffling the doctor's indignant reply from the phone.
"What?"
"You're needed in Room 11." I blinked and hung up on the doctor.
The man lay, deathly pale, with a heart monitor attached. It was spiking uncertainly, as if he wasn't really sure he want to live. My eyes widened as I saw the multiple gun shot wounds.
"Beast Boy! Look out!" The warning shout didn't come soon enough. Beast Boy screamed, fierce eagle's cry ripping through the air as he dove for the maniac with a gun.
The sound of the trigger being pulled stopped my heart.
He changed, the pain on his face as the slugs slammed into his body ripping my heart out and feeding it to the demons. With a thud he slammed into the building behind him and slid to the ground. His eyes open and look at me as the tears run down my face.
"Sorry Rae…"
The world swims for a moment and I stand there as two more people rush past by, trying to revive the now dead man.
Oh God.
-To Be Continued-
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