Poor Twisted Me Chapter 12
Hi everyone! I'm not depressed anymore. Well, not as much anyway. Since nobody seems to know which chapter was their favorite, I've decided that the only time I'll ask another poll is when it'll affect the story itself. Which reminds me...
I've been a little torn over which genre I should focus on more. I like writing the fight scenes most, but according to you guys, I do romance and humor just as well. So, I'll leave it up to you guys to decide for me. Which genre should I focus on in the next few chapters? Action, romance, humor, or other? If it's other, tell me which one.
Time to answer reviews!
Kestrel- Yay! I piqued you curiosity. I feel special. Yeah, I knew Starfire wouldn't fit in at the Battle of the Bands, and I knew I had been lax on StarxRob fluff, so I killed two birds with one stone. And don't worry, I'm less depressed now
CD lover- Hmm...maybe...maybe not. I'll give you a couple hints: Deep Throat could be anybody that has been mentioned in this story. So Deep Throat could be James from Chapter 2, for all we know...so what you should do is make a list of every single person in this story, and cross each person off when you're sure he/she can't be Deep Throat. But be careful, 'cause I can be pretty tricky...
Moezy-chan- Yeah, it was nice doing some RobStar after so much BBRae. Well, I'd rather do the latter, but it was still nice.
ScarletAngel68- Yeah, you'd be surprised how much foreshadowing I've thrown into this story. Bet you can't find them all...is it really? I'm flattered! Never thought this story was that good. Yeah, I loved that name. At first I wanted to put in more cryptology, like having his name be Abbirm, which is Multiplication Cipher for Lyrim, but I sort of...forgot. Yeah, I didn't exactly come up with that insult off the top of my head. It took a while to come up with, but it was another of those 'Eureka!' moments. And a mosh pit is a group of people, for a lack of a better word, dancing wildly to music, usually punk or metal. You won't see them at a rap or pop concert. It's really fun. And Beast Boy will get to beat up Izevm soon!!!!! Just be patient!!! Awwww, I love you too and that did make me feel better.
Princess Cat- Hey, I make up words too! Like 'fhqgads' and 'bkdd'. That chapter was your favorite? Cool! And yeah, I did base Nick Lewok off of Simon. Actually, 'Lewok' in Hebrew is Atbash Cipher for Cowell. Isn't that just peachy?
Bold Achilles- Yeah it does suck, but I'm starting to get over it. Oooh, your experience is probably worse. The thing was, the girl I liked at least I was already really good friends with, but your scenario is much more of a downer. Yeah, since you'll never guess where I got those titles from, I'll go ahead and tell you. 'Some Kind of Monster' is actually a real movie. It's a documentary on Metallica, and it'll come out sometime around July. 'Regular People' is a song by Pantera, which focuses a lot on personal politics, just like the movie. I'm smart, isn't I?
KeLLy BeANz- Yeah, but can I still get a lifetime supply of coffee? And I just guessed. Hey, if I change my pen name to mynameiZmud, with a z, will I be cool like you? Just kidding. Yeah, it really sucks in Connecticut. I used to live in Chicago! Well, I was only like five years old. I wish I could go to Chicago though...and about Beast Boy's piercings, his piercings would be, if my parents would let me, my ideal choice for piercings and tattoos, especially that one on his back with the skeleton that says 'rock on'. You're getting your eyebrows pierced? That's hella awesome! And thanks, I'll remember that next time I'm depressed
Beast Boy's girl- Hey, you can't be Beast Boy's girl! Raven is Beast Boy's girl! But seriously, I know how you feel. If there's one thing I'm familiar with, it's break-ups.
FanFic Gurl- Thank you! And I didn't come up with that name. Deep Throat was an anonymous person who was referenced multiple times in the Nixon tapes, whose identity still hasn't been discovered. Yeah, I get depressed a lot. I have a lot to be depressed about. And...holy crap!! Do you live in New Fairfield, by any chance? Because that's where the other team on my grade is going for a field trip! Maybe I know you...
Commander-cane17- you really think so? Awesome! Yeah, if I owned Teen Titans (which I don't) there would definitely be some changes. For one, Terra would be dead. Two, I would cause Aqualad some form of extreme pain. Third, umm, some other stuff. Yeah. Don't go crazy! You can be schizophrenic if you want, though.
And remember when I said that Robin and Starfire would have to investigate the bombing of the Achievement House? Well...I couldn't fit that in without fucking the story up really badly, so I scrapped it for another idea. Sorry!
-Titans Tower, 7 A.M.-
Robin's eyes slowly fluttered open, straining against the morning sunlight. His eyes squeezed back shut, trying to block out the blinding sunlight. He was about to fall back asleep when a familiar voice called out.
"Have fun last night, Robin?" Beast Boy's voice called out from the kitchen. Robin threw the blanket off of him, and then realized Starfire was still asleep next to him. Careful not to disturb the sleeping beauty, he got up from the couch and walked over to the kitchen to find Beast Boy and Raven already eating breakfast. Upon entering the kitchen, Beast Boy flashed Robin a huge thumbs-up and said, "Way to go Robin!"
Raven just rolled her eyes and quietly sipped her herbal tea. Beast Boy may have aged three years, but he would always have a little bit of child in him.
Robin sighed, knowing what he meant. When Beast Boy tipped his head back to drink from his cup of coffee, Robin hit the bottom of the mug so that the coffee spilled onto Beast Boy's shirt and face.
"Ahh! That was hot! And this is a new shirt! And it was hot! Owwwww!!!"
"Beast Boy, that shirt isn't new. You got it weeks ago," Raven said as she tried to hide a smirk. Beast Boy stuck his tongue out at her. Raven stuck her tongue back at him teasingly. Beast Boy reached out and licked the side of her cheek playfully. Raven groaned and wiped the saliva off her cheek. Robin rolled his eyes and said, "Get a room, you two."
Beast Boy grinned. Normally, he would've commented on what a good idea that was, but his common sense told him not to.
"You're one to be talking, Robin?"
Some common sense.
Robin rolled his eyes and said, "Yeah, I am. Especially since there's still some coffee left in that mug."
Beast Boy grinned and said, "Yeah, but I've got the mug."
Raven got up and walked into the living room, tiring of their incessant belligerence. She took a seat, careful not to step on the sleeping Starfire, and flipped on the news. Some story about the rise in childhood obesity was being reported. She lost interest soon after, and flipped off the television just as Starfire began to rise.
The redhead yawned and mumbled tiredly. Throwing the crimson blanket over the top of the couch, she languorously shuffled into the kitchen. Raven shrugged. Starfire had never been active in the morning, despite her unremitting vigor at just about the rest of the time. She flipped through the channels, trying to find something of the slightest interest. Nearly a thousand channels and nothing to watch. Then again, it was seven o'clock in the morning.
Beast Boy walked out of the kitchen and plopped onto the seat next to Raven. He smiled and gave her a good-morning kiss on the cheek. Raven smiled and laid her head on his shoulder.
"Ready for the finals, BB?"
"You bet, hun."
Raven bolted up and stared straight at him. "Did you just call me 'hun'?"
Beast Boy blushed and said, "Yeah, I guess I did. Let me guess- if I call you that again, you'll hurt me."
Raven rolled her eyes upward and said, "Actually, I was thinking more along the lines of mental abuse, but that's good too."
"Very funny."
-Battle of the Bands, Noon-
Beast Boy sat on an amplifier as he chatted with Carmen. He didn't know why, but they ended up conversing in Spanish. Maybe it was just easier for Carmen; it was her first language, after all.
Cyborg and Raven had not a single shred of background in Spanish, so they had reverted to chatting with the rest of Fallen Cherub. The other bands lazing about backstage didn't appear too social. After what seemed like a lifetime, Nick Lewok walked out from another room and whistled to grab everyone's attention. The lingering bands turned around and lent him their ears as he explained the rules for the finals. They weren't long; they mostly consisted of what you couldn't do or write on the ballots (hey Kelly, remember that?). After going through the rules, Nick announced the order of the performances.
"Okay...first performance...Black Plague, m'kay? Second performance is Afaern, third is Xanruha, fourth is Lord of Flies, fifth is Fallen Cherub, sixth is N.I.B., seventh is the Frayed Ends of Sanity, eighth is War Pigs, ninth is Climbing Up To The Bottom, and tenth is A Red Path, m'kay?" the judge called out. Evidently he liked the word 'mkay'. Each band took note of their position and made a mental note to remember who was in what band.
Beast Boy wrote his place on the palm of his hand. It wouldn't be too long of a wait. After all, how long could the band's songs be?
Deep Throat walked along the rock outcroppings nearby Titans Tower, waiting for the opportune moment. Fenrir walked alongside him, ready to pounce at a moments notice if Deep Throat was to do something against his accord. He really didn't like this guy.
Deep Throat waited until he was sure none of his antagonists were looking his way, then ran over the rocks to Titans Tower. How he wished he could fly.
Fenrir jogged slightly ahead of him. The dark hound could easily leave Deep Throat in the dust, but he didn't want to do anything against Lyrim's will.
Upon reaching their destination, Deep Throat mentally searched the Tower to see who was in it right now. He could only sense their leader and the Tamaran. The others must be out. No matter. The masked one would do just fine.
Deep Throat concentrated his energy on Robin.
"Find your center," he said to himself, thinking out loud. Fenrir growled and began hunting a small lizard passing by. The tiny reptile scurried along a small pebble before being snatched up by the creature's jaws. Fenrir chewed his prey lazily, and then looked for something else to quench his boredom.
Deep Throat paid no mind to Fenrir, but focused as he found his target: Robin's mind.
"Robin, where is the milk?" Starfire innocently asked as she sifted through the refrigerator. Robin looked over from his seat on the couch and said, "I think we drank it all. We'll have to go to the..." Robin's last sentence trailed off as he lost consciousness and fell back onto the floor, out cold.
"What the hell..." Robin said to himself as he sat up. He tried to notice his surroundings, but his vision was still slightly blurry.
"Robin..." a gruff and brusque voice echoed, the sounds reverberating around him like a gnat. The masked leader blindly yelled out, "Hello?"
"Robin..." the voice repeated. Robin fumbled around blindly and repeated, "Hello? Who's there?"
"Robin...I'm coming for you..."
Okay, now Robin had ample reason to start being freaked out. His vision became clear again, but he saw nothing but black. It was like he was in a black hallway with no brightness at midnight.
"Who are you?!" Robin yelled out, only to be answered by another "Robin..."
Robin covered his ears with his hands in that oh-so familiar 'I'm not listening!' pose.
"Stop it!"
'Robin..."
"No!"
"ROBIN! WAKE UP!" the gruff voice was replaced by the welcoming intonation of Starfire. His milieu suddenly disappeared, replaced by familiar ceiling of his home. He saw Starfire crouched over him with a worried look on her face. Scratch that- a terrified look on her face, her eyes welling up with tears of concern. When the Tamaran saw that Robin was awake, she let out a squeal of rejoice and threw her arms around him.
"Robin! You are well!"
Although he was fine, his physical well-being was going to be thrown out of the window if Star kept hugging him that hard.
"Star...can't breath..."
The Tamaran let go of him and immediately started badgering him with questions about what happened. They were kind of hard to answer, seeing as Robin had no idea.
"Starfire...I don't know what happened. One minute I'm fine, then the next I'm in some pitch-black place with somebody telling me he's out to get me," Robin said, with a slight groan. Starfire didn't know how to respond, so she merely sat by his side trying to think of an idea. Suddenly, it came to her.
"Robin! Maybe Izevm can help! He does know a lot about these kind of things," Starfire suggested. Robin thought about it, and complied, seeing no other option. He whipped out his communicator and called Izevm.
(Okay, I know that I never said that Izevm had a communicator. I kind of...forgot. So from now on, he does, m'kay?)
The communicator flashed on, and Robin saw the familiar jet-black hair and eyes of Izevm. His hood was down, and Robin saw that trees, most likely in the focal point of a forest, surrounded him.
Izevm smiled slightly upon seeing him and said, "Robin, this is surprising. Something troubles you, I can sense it."
Robin nodded and said, "Yeah...I just lost consciousness a couple minutes ago for no reason at all. Then I was in some kind of dream thing, and a voice was telling me that he was coming for me. It was really freaky."
Izevm frowned. He took a minute to ponder, and then said, "Sounds serious. Maybe I should come and stay for a little while longer, so if this happens again, I can see it first-hand."
Robin remembered the tension between Izevm and Beast Boy on the last visit, and the last thing he wanted right now was fighting. However, he didn't see an alternative.
"Sure."
"Ladies and gentleman, get ready for LORD OF FLIES!" the announcer yelled, the last threes words loud and growling. The crowd erupted into a roar of activity and applause as three guys walked onto the stage. The singer wasted no time in exploding right into a fast-tempo, punkish song. Truth be told, it wasn't that great. The cheer of the crowd started turning into boos, although some of the fans still appeared to be enjoying. After what seemed like ages, the song ended with one last riff. Beast Boy kicked Dave in the leg, who was staring off into space, to get his attention.
"Dave! We're up!" Beast Boy hissed. Dave bolted out of his trance and followed Beast Boy onto the stage just as the announcer finished introducing them.
Upon entering the rostrum, Dave seated himself at his drum set. Ben casually picked up his guitar, obviously improne to stage fright. Bobbo was a little more nervous, but didn't let it show. Beast Boy picked up his guitar, his anxiety melting away as he heard the bellow of the crowd.
Ben screamed "One, two, three, four!" before jumping headfirst into Damageplan's 'Breathing New Life".
(A/n: Just like in chapter 8 with 'Roulette', listen to the song before reading this, so you can understand how awesome that solo it, m'kay?)
Can you feel it building?
Devastation is on the way
Feel the hair on the back of your neck
As the rush begins
You can't take it away
I earned this with sweat and blood
You can't take it away
Take what's mine
Breathing new life, back into me
Challenging all the powers that be
Can you feel it slipping?
As you lose your grip on me
Can you face that I won in the end?
I can't keep from laughing
Don't you see it coming?
When you've caught on, it's too late
When it hits, don't forget who I am
Don't forget this face
Midway between the song, Beast Boy began letting out slow, distorted notes as Ben played rhythm. The tempo got faster and faster as he climbed up the neck, ending the solo with a speedy slew of notes.
The crowd erupted into a deafening roar of support, and began chanting their name.
As the four walked off the stage, Beast Boy spotted Raven running toward him. He out his guitar down and held out his arms as they both embraced. Raven broke the hug and said, "Beast Boy, that was awesome!"
"Nice job, BB," Cyborg said as he appeared behind Raven, with his arm around Carmen's waist. The hybrid slapped Beast Boy and the others a congratulatory hi-five.
Ben grinned and said, "Think we'll win?"
The group all, with the exception of Bobbo, unanimously voiced their support. Bobbo, however, being the pessimist, or realist depending on your opinion, that he was, remained silent.
-Back at Titans Tower-
Izevm walked casually up to the front door and rang the doorbell. A few seconds later, a panting Starfire appeared, and invited him in.
"Good...to see you...again, Izevm!" Starfire said, pausing between words to catch her breath. The Azareth nodded and said, "Same here, Starfire, although I wish it could be under better circumstances."
Starfire nodded before gliding back into the living room. Robin was seated at the couch, reading a magazine. Izevm frowned and said, "Where are the others?". But in reality, he was only asking because of Raven.
Robin looked over at him and said, "They're all at the Battle of the Bands. Beast Boy's band, Fallen Cherub, is competing."
Izevm refrained from commenting. Starfire looked at him and noticed that his decapitated hand had been replaced by another hand, most likely because of Izevm's wide array of spells. She didn't say anything, so as not to unintentionally upset him.
Izevm pulled up his hood, which made Starfire kind of edgy. She had good reason; with his hood up, he looked like the Grim Reaper.
Nick Lewok walked onto the stage and was greeted by a round of applause. He smiled and said, "Thank you. Now, let's cut the crap and get onto what you've all been waiting for: the awards!"
The crowd erupted from loud applause into a vociferous roar. Nick Lewok grinned even bigger and said, "First off...the 'Crappiest Performance' award goes too...Climbing Up to the Bottom!"
The band members walked up to the stage and bowed. Thank god they were good sports. The singer grinned and picked up a gold trophy that had a sculpture of a man on stage with tomatoes being thrown at him.
"Next...the 'Best Solo' award goes to..." he paused for dramatic effect, much to the disdain of the crowd.
"...Gar Logan of Fallen Cherub!"
Beast Boy felt the butterflies in his chest disappear as he walked up to the stage and grabbed his prize from the smiling Nick. The cheering crowd began chanting his name even after he had walked off the stage. Nick waved his arms and yelled to calm the energetic crowd. They finally settled down and Nick began his next announcement.
"Now, the moment you've all been waiting for! Fifth place goes to...Xanruha!"
The crowd broke into their usual ritual of cheered as Xanruha walked onto the stage to accept their award.
"Fourth place goes to...War Pigs!"
"Third place goes to...Fallen Cherub!"
Raven saw Beast Boy's shoulders slump slightly as he, Ben, Bobbo, and Dave walked up onto the stage. Although he tried to conceal his disappointment when he walked back, Raven still noticed it. She placed a comforting arm around his shoulders and said, "Cheer up, Beast Boy."
Beast Boy smiled slightly and returned the hug. "Thanks, Raven."
"See you guys later!" Carmen said as she waved the rest of Fallen Cherub goodbye. Ben waved from the driver seat of his truck and said, "Bye!". Cyborg noticed the trophy was clutched in Dave's hands. There had been an initial argument over who was going to keep the trophy, but after some haggling they had decided to make a room in Ben's house that would house all of the band's awards, which allowed Beast Boy to keep his trophy.
As Carmen, Cyborg, Raven, and Beast Boy watched the car shrink into the distance, Cyborg began walking back to the T-Car, motioning for everyone else to follow. Carmen hopped into the passenger side and fastened the seatbelt. Cyborg had asked her if she wanted to have dinner at their place, and of course she complied. Raven scooted over into the back while Beast Boy loaded his guitar and amp into the trunk. He had some trouble fitting it, with all the junk Cyborg stored in there, but got it in there eventually. He hopped in next to Raven holding his award tightly.
Cyborg started the car, and began gushing over his car like he did every time he drove. Beast Boy had learned to tune him out after a while.
Thankfully, the drive wasn't that long. The last thing Beast Boy wanted to do was sit still. His adrenaline was still flowing from all those performances. At one point, he and Cyborg began arguing over the radio station, but an agitated Raven "persuaded" them to stop the operative word being "persuaded".
After about fifteen minutes, Cyborg pulled the T-Car into the garage and got out. Beast Boy jumped out and ran over to the trunk to retrieve his equipment. He thrust his trophy into Raven's hands and said, "Can you hold that? I need to get my stuff."
Raven patiently waited as he sifted through the plethora of junk lying in the trunk. He finally found it and began running up the stairs. Raven found it really strange that he had so much energy now.
"Hey Robin! Guess what!" Beast Boy said as he burst into the living room. He stopped before saying something else when he saw that cloaked figure, his object of hate.
"Izevm!"
Okay! As some of you might have noticed, I changed the chapter order around a bit. Now I'm counting the prologue as a chapter, since it was getting annoying reading reviews for chapter ten when the chapter had "chapter nine" at the beginning. I bet none of you know what the hell I am talking about.
Next time: Ah, forget it. After this chapter's plot fiasco, I decided that having a preview made it so that if I didn't stick exactly to it, I would look like I screwed up.
Okay, so read and tell me what you think!
