DISCLAIMER: Yes its true... I DONT OWN TEEN TITANS!!! But if I did...drifts off in thought

Wow 15 days without updating. Thats gotta be a new record for me, wow! I know y'all like "whats that to be proud of bitch? I've been waiting for 15 frickin days here!!!"

Well, I'm sorry peoples. My cousins are staying over at my house so its not like I can sit down and write for 2 hours with my music baring like the good old days. I have to write at 12 am with like... NO MUSIC. GAA I know its hell!!! But they'll be gone on the 23rd or something.

Anyways, I hope you guys like this chapter. You find out what Keara is doing in Jump City and Kate has a nightmare and, and... well just read it and find out!!!

Enjoy,

CHAPTER 5

Scar

"Accendo, cremo, DEFLAGRATION!" The female hissed the last word loudly. She sat on a large pillow, with her black eyes closed. Her mind was focused on contacting the inter power he gave to her.

"Accendo, cremo, DEFLAGRATION!" The words greeted her back. Between twenty and thirty people sat behind her on large black silk pillows much like her own.

She opened her eyes; the usually black pupils glowed with the orange heat of fire. At last she had contacted her inner power. "I, Keara Haww, am daughter of Ignipotens, ruler of fire. I command you to come from within my soul and do my bidding," She mumbled the words. Though spoken quietly the words bounced off the stone walls of the gothic looking church the group was meeting in.

At first glance the old church looked uninhabited, hostile and unused. But those who thought that were extremely wrong. The church was positioned just outside of Jump City, in an old ghost town. All the houses were made of wood and rotting. The windows were broken and boarded up. Weeds grew in once wonderful and bright gardens and paint was graying and cracked on once white picked fences.

Then there was The Church of Blood. It looked sincere and evil just like the rest of the little town. A tall black metal fence circled around the property and the gate's hinges were rusty and broken. The soft wind that blew that night pushed it open and closed. The bone chilling creaking of the gate interrupted the usually dead quiet air.

But if anyone thought this church was unused in many years, they were dead wrong.

The heavy wooden doors of the church creaked open slowly showing the inside of the church. Inside was the prayer room. The smell of decay and death flowed openly between the few rooms in the church. Old rotting benches were faced towards the back wall where an old, dusty organ was. In the middle of the gap, though, was a group of men and women, from fourteen to forty-three. They were dressed in simple black robes that covered all of their bodies and were tied together with a length of silver rope. They sat crossed legged on black silk pillows muttering the words after their leader. Their faces were covered by the shadow of the long hoods they wore over their heads. The only head uncovered was the leader's head. Her bright blue hair was by far the brightest thing in the whole town.

Though the town was old and gone, and by now useless, the Church of Blood was not. It was a place divinity for demons. Ancient carvings flooded the walls; scenes of immense power and famous battles won by demons.

Keara started feeling the pain now. It gathered inside her head, summoning up her energy. She closed her eyes, her breathing was now in short strangled gasps and she broke out in a cold sweat. Her temples throbbed, her eyes watered, and it felt as if her forehead was on fire. She clenched her fists and the marking of Ignipotens on the back of her neck pulsated. Finally, she opened her eyes wide; they weren't black or orange but glowing a golden yellow. She screamed as the energy building up inside of her was finally released. It was concentrated in one place.

A small wooden coffin was in front of the leader. A wooden stake was shoved through the middle piercing the object inside. Though the stake looked old and rotting like the rest of this cursed town, it had spiritual powers. Powers too great to be touched by any mortal or it would mean death to them.

Slowly the stake began to burn, it glowed orange and turned black and burnt. A huge rush of wind blew open the heavy wooden doors and crashed through the prayer room. The robes of the worshippers flapped around their bodies as the great and unearthly wind past by them. The wind reached the small coffin and blew at the stake, it quickly turned to ash and blew in the wind. Slowly, the lid of the coffin began to open and red mist poured out.

"Rise, Trigon," Keara said softly.

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Kate slowly opened her eyes; she blinked and stared up at the ceiling. It was a soft blue hue, not dirty metal. She sat up and looked around, it was her old room. She was dressed in her PJs. She looked down at her hands; the nails where bitten down to the pink part as usual. Slowly she raised her hands to her head, she felt around. Just black, bed head hair, no furry ears. She smiled. Had she just dreamed the past few weeks? Or had that man –Slade—really changed her back? Did she have her old life back?

Kate threw off the covers and ran downstairs there was her father reading the news paper and nibbling on a piece of burnt toast, just as he did on his days off. She grabbed him and hugged him hard. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she mumbled softly. She closed her eyes to prevent the tears from streaming down her eyes. "What's wrong Kate?" he asked softly still holding his daughter. She sniffled and opened her eyes, immediately she could see differently: she couldn't see close up very well but she could see far away and notice any movement just as a cat could. She turned her head looking at in the mirror that as in the kitchen. A pair of golden yellow cat eyes stared back at her. "No!" she screamed closing her eyes and hugging onto her father tighter. "I don't want to change!!!"

Pain flooded throughout her body, her ears started to shrink and new ones began to grow on the top of her head, "No, No, NO!!!" she muttered holding on to her father as if he was the one that could make it all better. Her long claws began to grow next; they grew at weird angles, stabbing Jon again. "Kate what have you done?" he asked, limp, as blood flowed out of him, "No! Daddy! I didn't mean too! Daddy!!" But it was too late; he was dead.

Muffin rounded the corner into the kitchen and stared at Kate, "Here, Muffin…" she called softly to the cat. The hair on the back of Muffin's neck spiked up and she began to hiss at her. Suddenly, the little cat, Muffin, began to grow to a huge fierce monster. Kate backed up as it advanced. She hit the fridge, but it still advanced, How could you just leave me here? I thought I was your best friend, your pet. But no, you just left me here to starve. The teenagers had a party here two nights ago when they discovered it empty. And guess what their entertainment was? The cat's thoughts flooded through Kate's head. She noticed what the cat was talking about: patches of fur were gone and her throat was slashed. "No! Muffin! It wasn't me!! If he didn't turn me into a cat then you'd be alive!"

Really was that how it went? You killed him. Who's the evil one now? Who was the one that left me to die?! Huh? You could have said no to Slade and returned to me. But no…

Kate covered her ears and crouched down. The giant cat advanced even more. Kate knew, that even if it pained her, it was do or die. She leaped up onto the fridge so she was level with the monster. Suddenly she was wearing her Slade uniform again, equipped with the many weapons. She threw at stun strap at the cat and it instantly rapped around it's neck and electric molecules flowed through the monster's body. The cat shook for over a minute, It's not supposed to go that long! Kate thought. But suddenly the monster dropped. Kate did a flip off the fridge and checked for a pulse. But there was none.

Kate stood horrified at what she had just done: her father sitting on the chair with his head limp blood still pouring out of him, then Muffin, her beloved cat that stayed with her through break-ups and her parents divorce. But that was all over now…they were dead and nothing she could do would make them come back.

She ran out of her old house onto the street. There she saw Matt. She hugged him tightly making sure she didn't pierce him. But slowly he began to disappear into nothing but mist, "You know I'm allergic to cats…" his voice drifted in the wind taking the last bit of himself away from her. Her old life was officially gone…

Kate slowly opened her eyes. She felt dry, crusted tears on her cheeks. She needed to get that dream out of her head, but still, the inner pain was great. She arose, thinking to work out her pain in the gym.

When she arrived she found that Slade was already there. She peeked around the corner watching him. He was dressed in his usual black tight leotards. But Slade had taken off his chest armor and the black leotard that covered his chest. He was bench-pressing at least 350 pounds by the look of the weight. Kate watched him for a minute. Am I really supposed to trust him? I mean…he's just some weird guy that somehow knows all about me. How do I know that one night he's not going to rape me then dump me off in the middle of no where to die?

Don't you think he'd do that by now if he was gonna? She asked herself.

Well, you never know…

Kate, you could take him if he ever threatens you.

Kate peeked her head in the dimly lighted gym. All you could see was her two bright yellow eyes from within the shadows.

Slade lifted the weight high above his head and held it there for almost a minute. He groaned slightly and dropped the weight on the ground and stood up, his back facing Kate. She heard him swear softly and she inched even more into the room. That's when her nose picked up the smell of his blood.

"Are you alright?" she asked quietly, barely above a whisper, appearing next to Slade. Slade didn't look at Kate, and barely acknowledged her presence. He appeared to be in deep thought, for his hand dropped from his side and his eyes were dark and unfocused. Tiny streams of blood slowly rolled down his six-pack from the large gash that started from the upper part of his left chest almost to the right side of his waist. She also noticed burn marks on his arms and some on his chest. Her mouth dropped and her arms went limp when she saw the damage. She thought of repeating her question when Slade's voice cut the silence, "Close your mouth; this nothing… It's just a reminder of an ungrateful apprentice," His visible eye narrowed and his hands clenched into tight fists.

Kate looked at the giant mirror that covered the whole wall in front of them. She looked at them. Why had she thought that Slade was the bad guy? Why would someone do such a thing? Who was this person? She needed to know more, but Slade just didn't seem like the kind of guy that just sits you down and spends the next hour telling you his past and hopes and dreams.

His firm hand dropped on to her shoulder. Kate blinked and pushed her thoughts back. "But you're not an ungrateful apprentice, are you Kate?" Slade's voice said, "You won't betray me." Kate turned back towards the mirror; she could see herself five—no, ten years from now. A great being; a powerful being. "I won't betray you Slade," she said softly.

"Good. There is something you must do for me…"

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Next chappie is gonna be fun!!! I love writing action scenes, and I love playing with my characters emotions!!! giggles happily like my year old cousin

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