Renegade

Chapter 7

The two teens, one the ward of Gotham's Dark Knight, the other a victim of pain and tragedy, began to see eye-to-eye. Robin was becoming confident that his guest would not betray him like his last guest. Force was sure of Robin's, and all the other Titans for that matter, abilities. They would be able to handle themselves should he get too close. The two were exhausted panting and trying to get some air. Robin was about to ask about the profile Cyborg pulled up, but decided to ask a more, appropriate question.

"Your fighting style is pretty good; what's your workout method?

Force tried to explain his unique style of training. "How should I say this…Well you know I'm telekinetic. So what I do is use my powers to apply pressure to my muscles. Also I extend them and retract them so that my muscles burn down. Then I let the natural process take hold; my muscles begin to build back up. I end up freaking sore the next morning but it is an effective method. That is just the tip of the iceberg. It's never been done but theoretically, if someone had enough power and focus they could split an atom causing a nuclear fission reaction, a.k.a. a nuclear blast."

"Amazing," Robin was pretty impressed at this point. "Looks like you really think outside the box."

"It wasn't me; it was what I was trained to do."

"Well, I have to keep myself in top condition by training the normal way. Speaking of which, I'll have to begin unless you want another sparing match."

"I'm good." Said Force. He was grabbing his hurt stomach.

"Okay, your loss." Robin had an arrogant smirk on his face.

Force walked out of the gym and began wondering the halls. He made it to the living room with the big T.V. when he over heard some shouting.

"IT'S NOT MY FAULT THE CONTROLLER'S BUSTED!" It sounded like Beast Boy.

"Come on man, you've went through five controllers already what are the chances of them all being broken." That voice sounded like an irritated Cyborg.

"IT'S THE CONTROLER SLOT THEN! WE NEED A NEW SYSTEM!"

"It's only a month old."

"THEN IT'S THE GAME!"

"It's a rental and the game came out two weeks ago."

"BUT I…I DIDN'T LOSE!"

"That's not what the victory screen says. Face it. BB you lost. I won. I am still the king!"

Beast Boy gave out a sigh. "Whatever man, I hate this game anyway."

Starfire's voice could be heard over the bickering. "Is it my turn to, play the winner?

Force really wanted to get away from the noise. It was funny. But it was loud. He decided to go up to the roof. It was a clear spring day outside, as he knew because it woke him up. He surveyed his surroundings. The sun's gleam over the city made it look somehow majestic. He looked around further and began hearing a sound. It sounded something like "Azerath, Metreon, Zinthos". He looked toward his right and saw Raven meditating. A book was clasped in her hand.

"Hello?"

"What is it?" Raven's meditation was officially broken. She too was affected by Cy and BB's argument; it already had her irritated so she was now in too bad a mood to meditate the only thing left was to read her book.

"What book is that?" Force eyed the cover with curiosity.

"Nothing you would understand." Raven clearly didn't want to talk right now.

"Du'loun's Guide to Magcraft." He read it aloud. "It was okay but he seemed to rely too much on Shadowcraft. He puts practically no faith in Lightcraft either."

"You know about magic?" Raven's interest was sparked.

"Yeah, since my power is derived from natural essences I like to see what the other side is like. My specialty is Wind, but I'm only good enough to put out a candle."

"Interesting." Raven thought this man to be a rare sight. First his past was dark, like hers. He couldn't get too close to anybody, like her. Yet, here he is talking to her carrying on a conversation. She thought she would entertain him for a while. "You're one powerful mage."

Force laughed to himself. He couldn't remember the last time he had ever laughed. They both sat silent for a while. Raven couldn't act sarcastically without him saying something and he couldn't think of what to say. He tried something, something not particularly smart. "So, uh…you were about to look into my thoughts that's pretty impressive, if not a little creepy."

There it was, the "C" word. She put her book back up and began reading again. Force was stuck in bewilderment on what had happened. He tried to save what conversation he had.

"Wait, I uh…didn't mean it, whatever I said."

"It's nothing, now if you excuse me, I have a book to read."

Force gave up. There obviously was no talking to her when she was angry at Cyborg, Beast Boy, and for SOME reason him. But he still didn't want to be alone, to go by himself. He felt something charismatic about the Titans, all of them. He thought the Tower was a place that he had never been, home. He walked back down to the living room. They weren't playing games anymore. Instead the news was on. He phased out some of the reporters message until something caught his ear.

"In other news, reports have come in about a 'mysterious person' wearing a large sword on his back. He is suspected of murder of a young man in a suburb of Jump City. Police are asking for help of catching this alleged criminal."

"Wraith…" Force's eyes widened; his ears stood at attention. A gasp of terror came over him. Wraith was there. Vincent is somewhere near by. They will be planning an attack soon, a large one. Suddenly, he wanted to be alone. He didn't want to hurt the Titans and with both Wraith and Vincent, they would be hurt.

The organization is a multi-faceted thing. It is a culmination of several independent corporations. Publicly, they have no affiliation. Privately, the organization's leader weaves his power. His grip on his territory is strong.

One of the corporations with ties to the orginization is Czerka Weapons Research. One of the most predominate weapons research facilities in the world, and like all of the organization, it had its secrets. It ran a secret army of highly trained warriors. These warriors would be assisting Vincent on his mission. One of the soldiers walked up Vincent and gave him a message.

"Sir, Wraith is in the area, he has been ordered to assist us on our mission."

"Excellent marine, it seems I will be ready a lot sooner then."

"They gave him the job of capturing the Renegade. You are to capture Robin."

"Why Robin?"

"Their associate has ties with him, he specifies that he must have the Titans alive, Robin especially.

"Very well, I shall continue my work then."

"Yes sir."

The organization's marine left Vincent to contemplate these turn of events.

Wraith is here, yes. Now that another senior officer has arrived I can attack before the end of the week, maybe sooner. Yes, capturing the Renegade will be a fortunate event for me indeed.