Hey all! Another little Teen Titans ficcie, this time it's about Raven (Peachmelba begged). Happy reading!
I never thought it would come to this. Sitting on a rooftop, waiting for the others to leave the tower. Starfire's gone. She went shopping, I think, and she made Robin go with her. And Beastboy went to the bike dealership to see about getting a moped...Cyborg's the only one in. He's meddling with the T-Car, and he'll go out to test it in a while.
I don't mind waiting. Waiting isn't a bad thing when you know that at the end of it you'll get back your sanity. They say suicide is a sin and you'll go to hell for it, but that's where I'm headed however I die. It's no big deal.
It's quite dark out here, but still quite light. Dusky, maybe. I look around and see all the lights of San Fransisco shining out at me, blinking away to themselves. It's strange to think that they'll keep shining even after I'm gone.
I wonder if the others will feel guilty...should I leave a note? But...no. What would I write? 'I'm terrified that Slade is going to abduct me so I'm killing myself before he has the chance to?' Somehow I don't think it would make a difference.
I can hear the T-Car revving its engine far below me. I hope he leaves soon. I just want this to end...this fear...it's overpowering. I know I'm a coward, but knowing that Slade could just take me, take my body, my mind and my soul and erase me from the universe, with a single slice of a knife or shot of a bullet he could wipe out my thoughts and feelings from time...
I am finite. And I want to be the person that ends my finite existance and leaves my memory open to infinity. I don't expect them to cry over me. I don't think I want them to. But whatever it is I think I want, the only thing I'm sure of is this; death.
The T-Car speeds away along the road. Perfect. I stand, my legs numb from where I've been sitting on them. I look out, eyes skimming over the city. I suppose this is goodbye...
I take a step towards the edge, then-
I'm falling...my cape lashes up behind me like a pair of tattered, useless wings. A flightless Raven. There's probavly some poetic significance, but right now all I'm thinking of is release. I am like a doll, buffeted around in the sharp wind I create by falling. I could stop. If I wanted to. But I don't.
The ground is so close...closer, and closer, and-
"RAVEN!"
I look up, straight into a pair of blue eyes. Terra? But it can't be...my mind is going hazy...I think I see a flash of blonde hair...and then...red...
"Hello Raven."
fin
