Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans, the programme, the comics, everything- the characters all belong to Warner Bros and DC comics. I think. xO Except Sparxy! I made her! -points-

Prologue

"I'm sick of all this lying!" The man yelled at his wife, slamming his clenched fists against the wall. "That's why I went off with her- because she doesn't have a freaky kid like you do!"
"She's your child too!" The woman screamed, tears streaming down her cheeks, making her pale skin blotchy and red. "She is as much your child as she is mine!"
Neither parent seemed to notice the small brown haired form standing in the doorway, the little girl who was the subject of the argument. They did not see the expression fixed upon her face, they did not see how tightly she gripped the arm of her beloved teddy bear. They did not see her, partly concealed in the shadows. The girl sniffed quietly, and watched the next scene, too afraid to speak up, too intimidated to move.
"You know," the male muttered, much more softly, as he massaged his temple with his palms. "Sometimes... no... every day... I wish... I wish..."
"You wish what?" His partner questioned, holding her breath as she braced herself for his next statement.
"I wish that she'd never been born. Life would've been easier if we'd gotten rid of her before it was too late... but you had to get all sentimental, didn't you?" There was a slight menace rising in his voice, increasing with every word he spoke. "That's typical. Typical. Typical you!" He roared, swinging at the woman.
"No!" The girl suddenly yelled, all fear gone as she saw her father, and the threat he posed. A large jolt of electricity erupted from the hand which wasn't holding on to her toy, and crackled towards him slowly, much slower and graceful than a standard lightning bolt would move. "Leave her alone!" She added, a dark expression swarming across her face. Her father gritted his teeth, and ducked, moving towards her, forgetting what would occur if he touched her skin...
A huge bang preceded a strong smell of burning, as the youngster collapsed to the floor, her eyes rolling in their sockets. Her mother, snatching the rubber gloves which were placed by the kitchen sink, yanked them on and rushed over to her small form. Helping her daughter up, the woman glared at her husband, the father of her child. The man she had loved- once.
"Get out. Now." She commanded. "Or I'll get her to do that again."
As soon as he was able to move, without hesitation, he picked himself up, swiftly hurried to the hallway and grabbed his coat, before hurrying out of the door, and their lives, forever.

She opened her eyes suddenly, upon doing so finding that she was breathing rapidly. Fretfully, she moved her head this way and that, before relaxing. It was only a dream. A dream which was the creation of her past, the handiwork of her pain. Shuddering, she lay back down, resting her head on her pillow, pulled the blanket over her body, before closing her eyes once more.

"It's all your fault, runt," a female voice cooed, right in her ear. "It's all your fault that she's in there now. It's all your fault that she's on life support."
Her friend was right. It was her fault. She had done it alright, she remembered it clearly- as if it had only happened seconds before. How could she do that to the woman that had cared and protected her for the past three years? How?
"I'll tell you why," the older girl hissed. "It's because you're an ungrateful little worm who only cares about herself. Who wants everything like that," she snapped her fingers to demonstrate, "and who has no control over her abilities whatsoever. You want the truth West? No-one will ever love you. No-one will ever care about you. Why? Because you're a freak. My grandmother, she felt sorry for you. But you were nothing but a burden..." The leering face suddenly flickered, and began morphing into another- this one concealed by a white and blue mask.
"Oh Lightning Girl... Lightning Girl... It's meeeee... Your favourite little boy."
"Phantom," the girl said bluntly, looking up at the head that had haunted many of her dreams in the recent weeks. "Not you again."
"Oh yes my dear," he chuckled to himself, lowering his cranium so that it was level with her own. "It is me, I'm afraid. And guess what? Time... is ticking by. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Soon, you will be mine..." He began to laugh, a faint rumble in his throat at first, but then a genuine evil cackle. Sheilding her ears from the voice, and closing her eyes, she felt herself spinning... spinning...

Once again she woke up, in the same state that she had done only a few hours before. It was day- the warm golden rays of the morning sun tickled her body, and she could hear the bustling city- her destination- in the distance. Wiping her brow, she calmed herself before wriggling out of the bag. Today was the day. She would find the Teen Titans.