Konichiwa! I'm back with a song-fic. I'm not really good at these so bare with me. To Nickelback's 'How You Remind Me'. Standard disclaimer applies to both…
This Is How You Remind Me…
A pale girl with a chakra in the middle of her forehead hovered on the roof of the tower. It was one o'clock in the morning, all of her friends had apparently gone to sleep after the little escapade that had happened just hours earlier. Valuable information was mentioned during the accusations and dis-trust… not to push around a guy who could turn into a beast and take you down in seconds. It's not like all of that really mattered to the rest of the team once everything went back to normal. She was a girl who was always in deep thought; about her past emotions, her present and her future. Could she ever learn how to feel positive without losing control or bringing the Apocalypse? Her answers so far were always negative as she played out a series of scenarios in her mind. Her past had not been a happy one; she hated her only living relation, her father.
He was a demon, a demon who thought he could have it all and would have it all if he tried. But he needed an heir. He had raped a human that he had befriended when he was in human form, thus she was conceived. As soon as she was born, he realised that she would have awesome power and could bring the whole universe to its knees. Her mother wouldn't stand for any of that, but her father wasn't willing to let a pathetic human stand in his way… even if she was his only child's mother. Therefore he killed her in cold blood, right in front of his child's eyes. The memory disturbed her mind every time she saw blood, but as life went on, she soon got used to it. Her father had sent an incarnation of himself into her mind, she was never alone. She had the company of all her other personalities. Even though she knew the full scale of her roots… she never knew who she truly was.
Never made it as a wise man
A green boy tossed inside his slightly damp bed sheets. Sweat glistened off his leather-feeling skin and soaked his mattress. Nightmares from the escapade before were haunting his sleep. With a roar of frustration he bolted upright and smashed the nearest object in his arms reach. It just so happened to be a photograph of his friends. It was taken a few weeks back, just before his leader began obsessing over their arch nemesis again, but after his delicate alien friend had came back from her home planet after her own flesh and blood tried to marry her off to… he couldn't even say it. The thought about it made him sick. He was a peaceful guy; he loved his tofu and always should up for what he believed in. Normally, he would have let everybody push him around, but he wasn't going to stand for that anymore. Nobody really knew the full extent of his past.
When he was young he contacted a tropical illness called Sakutia which was fatal to humans but not animals. His father was able to save him by combining his DNA with the special atom that animals have to prevent them from the illness. In doing so, his skin turned green and he possessed the power of turning any animal at will. Soon after the incident, his parents died in an accident and he was taken in by a tribe. But soon he caught the eyes of criminals who used him for their own personal gains. When he finally realised what he was doing, he broke free and was adopted by a woman and her husband. In months his step-mother died in the hands of a brother hood. Even though his step-father survived, he ignored his step-son and abandoned him. Even though he knew where he came from… he couldn't help but feel lost.
I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing
A typical martial arts expert splashed ice water over his face. His mind was in turmoil and his body was still recovering from the escapade that happened hours before. He winced as he touched his shoulder but didn't make a verbal sound. He stared at his reflection; a rush of faces took its place. One being the mentor of his existence, one being his father, one being his polar opposite, one being his enemy and the last one to fade away being his un-sung love interest. His faint smile slowly descended into a frown as the worst case scenarios plagued his mind. He didn't want anyone to get into trouble or go through the pain he endured when he was a child. His past waltzed through his mind as he splashed more ice water on his face, sighing and letting out a breath his didn't realised he'd been holding. Obviously to some people, he hadn't been put through enough suffering. Wasn't losing his parents wasn't enough?
Countless weeks he had spent on the streets starving, his deceased parents had always told him to stay on the right side of the law and justice. Just as he was ready to through in the latter and join them… a person who represented justice took him in and blessed him with a good life… he didn't think that getting revenge in evil-doers could be a curse in his young mind. He never realised that loving someone other than your own blood could become a reality; he thought they only belonged in fairy-tales and in the lives of normal people. But then again, what was the meaning of normal anyway? Nobody on his team was 'normal', no body he knew lead a normal life except for those who he carried the burden along with the rest of his team to protect. But would he be able to protect them any longer? Would be able to carry the strain of protecting the innocent, punishing the malice, while living up to the high expectations and caring for those who cared for him? Could he handle it?
Tired of living like a blind man
A slender well-tanned girl leaned on her stone cold window. Her breathe fogs up the glass pail making the glistening bay view more sinister and spooky. The reflection of dancing lights glitter in her emerald eyes as her fingertips reach out into the night through an open space. She sighs heavily, thinking back towards her dream, or rather nightmare. From the day's current events came the haunting thought of her subconscious. Could it be true? Could the person she loved be enticed by another? She shook her head to shake off the thought, her long auburn locks flowing down her back and sides. A star twinkles out towards her; she futilely reaches out to grasp it while remaining firm on the ground. Her past had certainly had its downs… she couldn't remember once smiling about it… unless she saw her mothers smiling face.
Her planet had been attacked by Psion's; her parents had been slaughtered in front of her eyes, her sister and herself being kidnapped and enslaved by the opposing race, her younger brother fleeing for his life, her sister supposedly dying during slavery… but somehow miraculously comes back from the dead and appears on earth and tried to steal her life away from her. A silent tear slid down the perfectly tanned girl's face. She admitted it to herself a long time ago… she was an alien. An outsider. But somehow, she had managed to find people who would look out for her no matter what. Put even then, she only remember the high times when she saw his smiling face… that face hadn't been smiling in a long time. It was also possible that he cared more for another… her fears were confirmed. She was truly an outsider… and all she craved was for somewhere… she belonged.
I'm sick of sight without a sense of feeling
An African-American with cybernetic enhancements types furiously at a clear blue keyboard. Faint patterns of beeps can be heard dispersing around the room. Cosmic computer generated colours flittered from wall to wall. A photographic background displayed itself on his desktop. His human eye softened at the woman… his mother, but he let out a low growl as he saw the man standing next to her with his arm around her… his father. He did this to him, made his the hybrid he was today. His father told him that he couldn't bare losing his wife and son in the same day. Why couldn't he… if he wanted to join them he could always commit suicide or get on the wrong side of a highly respected criminal. Why couldn't he have reacted quicker so that he could save his wife as well? But… it doesn't matter now.
He left S.T.A.R labs a long time ago. It wasn't easy getting here though; day in and day out he had to endure the endless taunts and foul comments from the human race. These derisions made he feel nothing more but a shell of his strong and bold personality. His love for life faltered as his dimensions crumbled into dust as the pain on his heart weighed him down. Sure he could see the world around him in more ways than one… but he didn't feel as if he could feel the world around him in more ways than one. The accident caused by that blob monster melted away half of his body and his fingertips had been rewired with artificial nerves which connected with his natural ones. He had come to terms with his predicament and came to the concluding question… Could he feel just as much as he saw? Or would he only be a robot in everyone else's eyes except for his friends?
And this is how you remind me…
Well, that was weird. Just to some this chapter up, I'm basically telling you about the Titans' past and what their un-spoken fears are.
Please tell me what you think… and please review…
Keep it real…
D-I-WaRrIa