Don't own Teen Titans. You sue Terra will shove a rock up your ass. Sorry if that offends anyone. Don't kick this story off, or Terra will shove a rock (gets carried away by men in white coats)
Raven of the night 676: is this good enough for you?
teentitantruefriend: Thanks…except I AM TERRA'S #1 FAN! DO YOU HAVE A BLACK SHIRT WITH A YELLOW "T" AND CIRCLE ON IT? I DO! DO YOU PUT TERRA ON YOUR SCHOOL/WORK ASSIGNMENTS? I DO! SO THERE!
XX-Goth-Gal: Thanks. Yeah Gavin…not quite Garfield, but close. Get it? They have the same initials. Gavin Ligina, Garfield Logan. I have a lot of time on my hands.
Chapter Three
Tara woke up at 6:53 the next morning. She immediately grinned, a strange happening due to her circumstances. But today was different. She got to go to "work"!
She always got excited at the prospect of being in control of the hard power that came in so many forms: rock. It was so powerful, yet a small human could manipulate it.
She walked into the next-door room: Kylie. It was blue: blue walls, a blue desk, and denim bedclothes.
Kylie herself was asleep, sprawled out on top of her bed. She had probably passed out before she could get under the covers. Tara sighed; she wouldn't be awake until around 9:30, if she hadn't had too much.
Tara had to remind herself that what Kylie did was none of her business, and got dressed. She would meet Gav at 8.
She moved sluggishly from sleep deprivation and having to tell Gavin that they were going out with Kylie's crazy friends. He despised them.
At 15 'til 8 she pulled on her tennis shoes and began walking towards the dump. It was around 10 minutes from her house, and then she would need a couple more to reach the rock pile.
As she neared the rocks she heard screaming and rocks scraping against on e another. She cracked the ground beneath her and flew to where she and Gavin usually met. She was horrified at what she saw.
Gavin was flying on a large rock as she was, except she wasn't holding her arm watching her own blood drip down her clothes. The owners of the dump were standing behind him. One held a smoking shotgun. "Freaks! You're dangerous! Stay away from us! Taint someplace else! Fuckers!" They screamed as Gavin's rock wobbled. Tara's eyes glowed yellow as Gavin's rock came toward her and "deposited" him on her rock. She spun the rock around and flew to the place and the reason this had happened: the hospital.
At the hospital, (the only other place that knew of their powers, having created them) Dr. Lutherol admitted Gavin, promising a worried Tara that he would recover, but not for awhile. The bullet had gone through his tendons, a vein, and an artery.
His parents had been called. They made quite a dramatic appearance: his mom (Cindy) was sobbing hysterically, and Mr. Ligina had a crazy look in his eye. The doctor abandoned Tara in Gavin's room. Apparently they thought it'd be healthier for her to tell them what the hell was going on. As if.
Gavin was sleeping when his parents walked in. A nurse had managed to calm them down and they sat next to each other across from Tara in chairs near Gav's bed. "Tara," Cindy asked shakily. "What is happening?"
"Gavin was shot with a shotgun." She replied dully. She sighed, knowing they expected and deserved more. "He was shot by his, our boss. A coupla' guys pay us to move rocks around in their lot."
"That's child labor!" Cindy bolted out of her chair.
"We asked for the work. I seriously needed, need the money, and we both needed the practice." Mr. Ligina slightly leaned forward.
"Practice?" Tara sighed again.
"Yeah. Um…ever since pre-school, when Gav and I got sick, we had…powers."
"Powers?" Mr. Ligina raised an eyebrow.
"Geokinesis. Or, also known as terrakinesis. We moved the rocks at the dump to practice our control. The guys saw Gavin using his powers, and started calling him a freak, et cetera. I guess one of 'em had a gun." Cindy kind of gave a shocked gasp and Tara felt somewhat sorry for her blunt choice of words.
Suddenly a blue light flashed above Gavin's bed. "What's that?" Cindy asked.
"How the hell am I supposed to know!" Tara shrieked as doctors (including Dr. Lutherol) and nurses alike filed in, checking Gav's vitals and monitoring the many machines he was hooked up to. Through all the people in the room talking the alarm kept beeping.
After a couple of minutes of chaos the beeping and flashing light stopped, which slowly put a stop to the mess. One last nurse finished talking to Dr. Lutherol and left, leaving him the only one left. He faced the Liginas and Tara and sighed. "What the fuck just happened?" Tara asked slowly. Cindy nodded.
"That's a good question. He's slipped into a coma." Cindy put a hand to her heart and gasped.
"But the bullet just messed with his physical state, not mental." Mr. Ligina pointed out. Dr. Lutherol grimaced.
"That's true. Now this is just a hypothesis, but we may have overlooked another bullet. I need your permission to run some tests. We think Gavin may have taken a bullet to the head."
"You have permission to do whatever is necessary." Mr. Ligina informed him. He nodded and left. "Well, this hospital certainly has issues. Think we could sue?" He mentioned lamely. Tara glared at him in disgust and ran out of the room.
'Quotes O' The Day'
"We thought we were the baddest creatures on God's great earth…we thought we had elevated animal behavior to an art form. But then we met Ozzy Osbourne…there was nothing Ozzy hasn't done, and, as a result, there was nothing Ozzy could remember having done."—Nikki Sixx of Motley Crue, The Dirt
"You won't forget to turn on the oven or cook the casserole, will you?"
"Of course not! I won't!"
One hour and 15 minutes Later:
"FUCK IT! I TOTALLY FORGOT! GODAMN!"—Me and my dad, you can guess which is which.
