Poor Twisted Me Chapter 10
Waaaaaah! I'm sorry it took so long to update, but I've been really depressed lately because the girl I like is moving away and I never got the chance to tell her I like her : (
Hey, I was just wondering, what was you guys' favorite chapter? I got a bunch of reviews for chapter seven saying that one was the best, but I just wanted some closure. So cast your votes, mkay?
Reviews to be answered!
Kestrel- Wow, you really think so? Yeah, this next plot arc is going to be very...confusing. But it'll all make sense in due time, young grasshopper
Moezy-chan- thank you! I will keep up the good work!
KeLLy BeaNz- Hey, if you're Kelly Beanz, does that mean you own your own coffee bean company? Then can I get a lifetime supply of coffee? Seriously though, BBRae is my favorite pairing too. Yay! Do you really think I should change the rating? It doesn't seem like I'll lose any readers if I do...I'll think about it. And that doesn't sound corny at all! And as for my age, I did mature pretty fast. Yeah, puberty's not as bad as everybody thinks it is. But you really flatter me! But I still can't seem to find a girl...maybe 'cause my school is filled with stupid preps who don't spare a passing glance at a metalhead like me
Lyssi- Don't worry, there will be a LOT of BBRae scenes yet. But I want to catch up on RobStar a little bit, since I've been neglecting them slightly And you're right, you can never have enough fluff.
Fanfic Gurl- Hey, I won't hurt you for not reviewing before. I might throw rocks at you, but I won't hurt you NO! I'M THE BIGGEST RBB SHIPPER! Actually, probably not. Anyways, you live in Connecticut too? Yay! That is a really funny coincidence! Maybe you're my long-lost twin sister...who I lost...a long time ago...And I did base Orion loosely off Anima. In reality, I just used the chains, anchor, and scale things. But hey, good eye. You have a dog? I don't. I used to have a fish, and I named him Scuzzlebutt (from South Park). But he died. Yeah, spraying stuff with a hose will solve any problem
ScarletAngel68- Yeah, I did see that on your profile. Didn't think it was that big of a deal though...guess I was wrong. Yeah, remember waaaaaaaay back when Raven asked Ben if there was any reason for his nickname and he got all nervous? That's called foreshadowing! I did have it planned, but I didn't think of it until around chapter four or something like that. Yeah, you can have Ben, but not Beast Boy. You can put that on your profile too, right next to being my fav reviewer. As for the Deep Throat thing, YES!!! THAT'S EXACTLY WHY YOU'RE MY FAVORITE REVIEWER! It's just a reference though, no special reason for picking it.
On with the story!
"Sure you want to leave, Izevm?" Robin said as the Azareth began walking out the door. Izevm turned and nodded.
"I have...unfinished business to attend to," he said, pulling his hood up. Robin nodded in agreement. Starfire and Cyborg waved and said, "Bye!"
Izevm didn't look back, only walked on.
Raven and Beast Boy weren't there. True, Izevm had been rude to them both, but they didn't have to return the favor.
As Izevm's figure slowly disappeared into the distance, Robin suddenly began wondering how Izevm was going to deal with his new one-handed lifestyle. He shrugged it off and guessed that he would get a mechanical one or something like that.
A couple hours later...
Beast Boy sat on the couch of the living room, reading his Snaggletooth magazine. He wore a white wife-beater and a pair of black and baggy jean shorts. On both arms he sported black wristbands, one all black and the other bearing the anarchy symbol embossed in red.
He rested his head on the arm of the couch and kicked his legs out in a very relaxed posture. The green metalhead was almost completely serene, when the doorbell rang out loudly, shattering his tranquility.
Beast Boy groaned and got up to answer the door. It was Dave.
"What is it Dave?" Beast Boy asked, slightly irritated. Dave grinned and thrust a piece of paper into Beast Boy's hands.
"Battle of the Bands, that's what. Fallen Cherub is so gonna kick everyone's ass," Dave said smugly. Beast Boy read the paper interestingly.
"Jump City Battle of the Bands...Qualifiers the 16th, Finals the 20th...one entry per person...all day...$10,000 first place...$5,000 second place...$1,000 third place...$500 for fourth and fifth...trophies for top five placers in addition to "Best Solo Award" and "Crappiest Performance Award"...call 1-471- 3226 for more information...sounds good to me!" Beast Boy said.
Dave's grin waned slightly. "We're having trouble picking which song to play, though. We want something good for the qualifiers, but not our best. Bobbo, Ben, and I made a 'maybe' list, and you can just put in your two cents for each, mkay?" he said, and handed Beast Boy a piece of paper filled with scribbly handwriting.
Beast Boy nodded and took the paper. He perused the list, making mental notes as he went along. Most of the list was composed of other band's songs, since as of now they themselves only had five or six.
Beast Boy nodded as he finished scanning the inventory, and said, "Why don't we get the rest of the guys and decide?"
"Sounds good to me."
-Jump City Outskirts-
Lyrim threw his prized spell book into a side table he had set up. Finding and settling into his new abode was difficult, since he needed someplace both inconspicuous yet tolerable to live in. He had finally decided on taking refuge in a large outcropping of boulders on the edge of the lake. Although it was relatively close to Titans Tower, the size and number of the boulders made it close to impossible to detect him. The dark mage had moved and shaped many of the boulders to his pleasing to form a sort of cave-slash-hideout.
Not the ideal home, but it would do.
Fenrir sluggishly crawled into the lair, and Lyrim mentally moved a boulder to serve as a makeshift door. Ever since that last fight, Fenrir had been a little out of it.
"Okay...seems they were stronger than I had originally planned...no matter. I could crush them all like ants...but no, I'd rather bide my time...revenge is a dish best served...oh hell, I'll just squish them all like ants."
(A/n: Simpsons reference!)
Fenrir growled angrily, his boredom beginning to turn into frustration.
The boulder blocking the entrance was suddenly moved aside by an outside force. Lyrim turned around and took a fighting stance, expecting an enemy. Fenrir roared brusquely and tensed up as well.
The person who had opened the door was very mysterious with a pitch-black cloak that covered its entire body completely, as well a large hood that cast an ominous shadow across its face that made it look evocative of the Grim Reaper.
Lyrim did not relax, only said, "What business do you have here?"
The cloaked figure made no visible movement. After a few seconds, the hood moved slightly up and a raspy, guttural voice said, "You need not be tense, my friends. I only seek but a humble alliance with you."
Lyrim eased up ever so slightly and said, "And who are you to assume I want an alliance?"
The ominous person lifted up his hand in a compassionate gesture. Lyrim could not see anything now either; the cloak covered his hand even when raised.
"I am not oblivious to what occurs, Lyrim. I saw your fight with the Titans. It is clear that you cannot defeat them alone. And if you cannot defeat them, you will be unable to liberate their souls. And if you are unable to liberate their souls, you will have lost your meaning in life. That, my dear Lyrim, is why I seek an alliance."
Lyrim finally relaxed completely, and motioned for Fenrir to do the same. The demonic hound did so, but with condescension.
"You still did not answer my question. Who are you? And how do you know my name?"
No answer.
"Answer me!"
The cloaked figure walked towards Lyrim. The dark mage did not move an inch as the figure drew closer, but a low, foreboding growl in Fenrir's throat began to rise.
"You need only know that I go by the moniker...Deep Throat. Why I know your name is irrelevant."
Lyrim blinked and said, "Well then, Deep Throat, tell me exactly how you plan to assist me."
The figure chuckled and began whispering in Lyrim's ear. The evil man's eyes widened, and he grinned a huge grin.
"Deep Throat, I believe you have yourself an alliance," Lyrim said with a smile.
"I am glad to hear that, Lyrim."
"Let's see...we've narrowed it down to... 'Angel of Death' by Slayer, 'Breathing New Life' by Damageplan, 'Lepers Among Us' by Dimmu Borgir, and 'The Silence'" Ben said as he scrolled down the inventory of songs he had made.
Bobbo nodded and said, "Let's do 'The Silence' for the qualifiers and 'Breathing New Life' for the finals, so if we don't get top five, we still have a shot at the 'Best Solo' award."
Beast Boy looked at him and said, "You know, the trophy for 'Best Solo' goes to the person who does the solo, not the whole band."
"Oh. Screw that, then."
Dave stood up from his seat on Ben's couch and said, "'Lepers Among Us' is out. Reno Kiilerich's (that's the drummer for Dimmu Borgir) style is too complex."
Ben nodded and said, "'Angel of Death' is probably out. No offense Gar, but Tom Araya is not exactly a good singer."
Beast Boy nodded and said, "I think we have our songs then. All we need to do is make reservations."
Ben nodded and headed over to the phone. "I'll make the call."
Beast Boy looked over at him and saw a number written on a pad of paper by the phone.
"One...eight hundred...L-E-G-S...Ben, what kind of numbers are you calling here?"
Ben pushed the pad off the table. "Nothing, nothing at all."
"Suuuuuure, Ben."
"Shut up, Gar. I'm a red-blooded American male just like you, 'cept I don't have green skin."
"Hmph."
"Okay...what was the number again?" Ben asked. Dave glanced at the flyer and said, "One four seven one...three two two six. Got it?"
"Three...two...two...six, yep. Hold on, it's ringing."
Beast Boy began absentmindedly playing with one of his earrings as Ben waited for the call to register.
"Hello? Yeah, we'd like to make a reservation for the Battle of the Band qualifiers...Okay, great. We're performing...twenty-sixth, did you say? Oh, thirty-sixth. Gotcha. Okay, thanks a bunch. Bye."
Beast Boy averted his attention from his piercings and said, "So we're in?"
"We're in."
Beast Boy walked happily down the hall to his room. He was halfway to his destination when he bumped, literally, into Cyborg.
"Dude, watch where you're going, okay?" the hybrid fretted as he rubbed stomach where Beast Boy's head had made contact with. "And what are you so happy about anyway?"
Beast Boy grinned and said, "Me and the guys are going to the Battle of the Bands tomorrow. Well, we're actually going to the qualifiers, but the point still stands."
Cyborg looked intrigued. He was about to ask more when Starfire said, "Oh no, Beast Boy! You can't go into a battle! You might get killed!"
Beast Boy laughed. Starfire may have learned a lot about Earth, but she still had that naïveté she from three years ago.
"Starfire, it's not an actual battle. It's a contest to see whose band is the best. And in this case, the worst, since they're giving out a "Crappiest Performance" award."
Star said, "Ohhh, I understand. Beast Boy, can I come watch you engage in this Band's Battle?"
Beast Boy scratched his head and said, "First of all, Starfire, it's Battle of the Bands, not the Band's Battle. Secondly...you shouldn't go. You may have fought villains, destroyed evildoers and all that jazz, but you'll never be ready for the mosh pits. And trust me, there will be a lot of them."
Starfire scratched her head. "What is a mosh pit?"
Beast Boy groaned. "Look, you just shouldn't go. You're physical well-being would be at stake, let's just put it at that."
"He's right, Star," Raven's flat voice from the other side of the hallway, said. The Azareth walked over and said, "I doubt you'd like the music there anyway."
Starfire said, "Oh...well, good luck anyway, Beast Boy." As she walked off, she seemed kind of hurt. Beast Boy felt a little guilty, but nonetheless knew that he and Raven were right.
Cyborg looked up and said, "Can me and Carmen come?"
"It's Carmen and I, smart one," Raven said dryly. Cyborg ignored her.
"Hmmm...yeah, but put on a little black, otherwise the both of you will get hazed, mkay?" Beast Boy advised. Cyborg nodded and headed for the phone to call Carmen.
Raven smiled slightly and knelt down next to Beast Boy. Grinning slightly wider, she said, "And of course I have to come, since I could never miss you and your friends fail horribly in your attempts to make good music."
"Very funny."
"It is, isn't it?"
Robin was quietly reading his Newsweek magazine when he saw Starfire down onto the seat next to him. He noticed an aura of depression around her, and decided to inquire into the matter.
"Something the matter, Starfire?" Robin asked as he placed his arm around her shoulders sympathetically. Starfire rested her head on his and said, "Beast Boy says I should not go to his 'Battle of the Bands' or I will get hurt."
Robin raised an eyebrow. Starfire definitely wouldn't fit in there. Hell, she would probably get hazed.
Robin held her in tighter and said, "Maybe you and me could do something while Beast Boy's at his stupid Battle of the Bands."
Starfire grinned playfully and said, "Robin, do you mean a date?"
Robin blushed slightly and said, "Well...I guess...sort of..."
"Because if it is, it's a definite yes."
-The next day-
"My God, that sucked. Really. If Satan himself rose from the depths of hell, squatted on his big, fat, hairy legs and crapped into a bowl all the reincarnates of abhorrence, crassness, and putridity into one big lump of disgusting repugnance, and made me pick between eating it, and listening to you guys play," the judge, Nick Lewok, said, and paused for dramatic effect before continuing, "I would whip out my cell phone, call my dear old grandmother, and ask her to say grace. That was just horrible. Really, it was."
The victims of the judge's harsh words, the band Doilla, merely stood on the stage, not really listening to his words.
"So...did we make it?" the singer of the band asked.
"I would think not."
"Awww."
"Next...number thirty-six!" the judge next to Nick called out. She was a short, skinny, African-American woman who looked like she was still in her twenties. Her name was Sherri Perato.
Beast Boy gulped slightly nervously as he picked up his guitar. Raven gave him a good-luck kiss on the cheek and said, "You'll do great, Beast Boy. Don't be nervous."
The green changeling grinned before Dave pulled him away.
"Come on, they called us!"
As the quartet walked into the auditioning room, Beast Boy began studying the judges. One was an African-American woman who was short and skinny; another was a tall, medium built man with glasses and a goatee; and the other was a pale-skinned guy with a short moustache who looked kind of...neurotic
The tall and skinny man perked up and faced Beast Boy.
"Aren't you too much of a celebrity to be doing things like this, Beast Boy?" the man asked. Beast Boy shook his head and said, "Nah, the superhero life isn't as busy as it sounds."
"M'kay. First off, what's the name of your band?"
Ben looked over from his position setting up some of the equipment. He swallowed and said, "Fallen Cherub."
"Okay...Fallen...Cherub...and what will you be playing now?" the woman asked, scribbling the band's name down on a piece of paper. Ben looked over again and said, "We're going to play our own song. It's called 'The Silence'."
"M'kay. Done with your equipment?"
"Hold on, just a couple more seconds. And...got it."
The judges all sat back and prepared for the oncoming performance.
Ben cracked his knuckles and screamed into the mic, "One two three four!"
A speedy double-bass line erupted and the judges watched with interest as Dave continued to pound away. A low-tuned, high-tempo guitar riff followed, and then the vocals started, the room echoing with the growling lyrics.
The silence, is intrusive is extensive, is elusive
It's creeping inside of my head
My senses are going dead
The silence, is corrosive, is deafening, is explosive
It takes over us as we listen to the deafening silence
The silence, is corrupted, inside me, has erupted
I want my own mind back; I can't seem to find it
The silence, is corrosive, is deafening, is explosive
It takes over us as we listen to the deafening silence
The vocals stopped, and a slow guitar break followed. The tempo sped up little by little, before it had erupted into a full-blown solo. The judges were definitely impressed. The chorus resumed before one final drum bridge, which concluded the song. Ben wiped the sweat off his brow and asked, "What'd you guys think?"
The judges glanced at each other once before standing up, applauding. All the guys grinned and took a bow. Except for Dave, who was kind of stuck behind the drums.
"Did we qualify?" Beast Boy asked anxiously. Nick spoke up and said, "Definitely. Your performance and three others were the only ones that didn't suck horribly."
Bobbo grinned. "Awesome."
Robin stood next to Starfire, hand in hand, weighing his options.
"Hmmmm... 'Some Kind of Monster' or 'Regular People'...hmmm...Starfire, what do you think?" Robin mused. The Tamaran shrugged and said, "Whatever you want."
"That's the whole problem, though. I don't know what I want"
"Then I guess 'Regular People'. What's it about, anyway?" Starfire asked. Robin scratched his head and said, "I think it's supposed to be about some guy's personal politics. It's supposed to be really good, though."
Starfire nodded and said, "Let's go see that then."
Robin nodded and approached the ticket stand. "Two tickets for 'Regular People', please," he asked. A skinny, acne-ridden teenager stereotypical of the job, punched some numbers into a cash register and said, "That'll be $11.50, please."
Robin reached into his pocket and pulled out a ten and a five-dollar bill. The attendant took the money and gave him his change.
Starfire pulled him into the theater, eager to watch the movie. Robin followed, but paused to but some popcorn. After a couple minutes and a few complaints from an impatient Starfire, the couple walked into the dim, spacious viewing room.
Apparently they had been very punctual, for the previews ended soon after their entrance. About two minutes into the movie, Robin found himself sneaking his hand around Starfire and pulling her in closer to him. Starfire grasped the hand around her waist and laid her head on Robin's shoulder again.
The movie was all right, but Robin couldn't stay focused on it. Most of his time he found himself turning his attention away from the show to gaze at Starfire.
'Holy God, you're beautiful,' he thought to himself. Or, so he thought.
"Thank you, Robin," Starfire said, her face now a profound shade of burgundy. Robin then realized he had said it out loud, and nervously chuckled. Starfire reached over towards him and planted a short but affectionate kiss on his forehead. Robin grinned even wider and planted a quick peck on her cheek in return.
"Beast Boy, you did great," Raven said as she walked with Beast Boy, helping to carry some of the luggage back to the van.
"What about us?" Ben said. "Didn't we do good?"
"No, you did horrible," Raven joked. "An absolute disgrace to music."
"Very funny," Bobbo said sardonically.
As the five reached the van, Beast Boy swung open the doors to the trunk and shoved the amplifier in. Raven set Bobbo's bass guitar down next to it, and the other three set down whatever they were carrying down near it.
"Beast Boy, you need a ride, or are you okay?" Dave asked as he pulled into the driver's seat and Ben hopped into the passenger side. Bobbo jumped into the trunk, along with all the equipment and rested his head on a cushy drum case that housed the tom drums. Beast Boy waved and said, "Nah, I can fly back. Thanks anyway, though."
"Just make sure you're in one piece for the finals."
"Will do," Beast Boy said as he watched the large van speed away.
Starfire grabbed Robin's arm affectionately as he opened the door to the Tower.
"Robin, I enjoyed that movie, did you?" Starfire asked as she pulled the masked leader in closer. Robin shrugged and said, "It was alright."
Starfire giggled and kissed him on lips. "You were too busy admiring me to even notice the movie."
Robin grinned and said, "Yeah, but it's hard to do otherwise."
Starfire giggled again and pressed her lips to his in a more affectionate kiss than before. Robin tossed his arms around her and deepened the kiss, the two of them falling back onto the sofa. As the two continued their affectionate play, Robin found himself moving his hand slowly up Starfire's stomach and onto her breast. Starfire was surprised, but didn't stop him.
After about fifteen minutes, they were both exhausted, not to mention the fact it was getting late. Starfire broke the kiss and yawned. She gave him one last kiss on the lips before saying, "That's enough for one night."
Robin groaned and said, "No it isn't." He pressed his lips, once again, towards Starfire's, not wanting their fun to end. Starfire closed her eyes and let him move his tongue towards hers, but she found she was too tired. She yawned again, and then abruptly fell asleep, leaving Robin very disappointed.
He gave up and pulled a nearby blanket over the two of them. He moved a little so that he was lying behind Star and so that he could wrap his arms around her waist.
"Oh well...this is good too."
Sorry it took so long to update, but again, I've been depressed.
Next time: The Battle of the Bands finals! But while Carmen, Beast Boy, Cyborg, and Raven are out, it's up to Starfire and Robin to investigate the mysterious bombing of the New Achievement House. And who is Deep Throat?
