A.N. Just to let you all know…The beginning of the story is MEANT TO BE CONFUSING. I apologize deeply if you do not like it, but that's how I wrote it. It's supposed to be extremely confusing, then as certain events happen you say, "Ohh…that's why that happened.."
Disclaimer: I still
don't own Teen Titans
Chapter 4: Shadows
Constance walked forward, clutching a bag of groceries; toiletries, carrots, apples, tofu and other necessities. She twisted quickly around, but there was nothing there. She sighed quietly to herself, 'You're fine…there's no one there...just relax…' she breathed deeply, closing her eyes as she stupidly tripped and fell forward, the bag coming apart and the contents scattering.
She screeched out in annoyance and opened her eyes, the bag upright and everything back in place. 'What…?'
She leaned up, opening
her eyes and reaching for the bag, when a hand of the exact same
color reached and bumped into hers. She quickly backed up, looking up
at the dark curly hair of a teenaged boy. He turned his face so his
celery green eyes faced hers, "Hey," he said softly, "You
okay?" His eyes stared into hers, his features seeming just a
little bit childish; he was becoming a man.
"Y-Yeah…" she
stammered. That face looked so familiar…why did he look so
recognizable!
He looked deeply into her eyes for a moment, then
broke the steady gaze by looking out at the road, and the cars
passing, "I've been watching you for a while now, Constance Varra
Brea."
Her eyes widened, he knew her name! How...how did
he..?
"I've been watching you…I knew the Titans wouldn't
let you in, because you murdered Chaos…so I possessed Robin's
mind…And it worked...I didn't think it would, but it di-"
"Who are you?" she
interrupted dumbly.
"You don't know..?" he seemed upset;
his previously happy expressions turned upside-down, "I'm your
brother, Prosper…."
"That's not true!" she leapt up,
forgetting her bags, "Prosper is dead! He's dead and
buried!"
"No he's not.."
"Mom wasn't even upset
that you were supposedly dead!" she yelled at him angrily.
"She
sobbed heavily after you left, and she called an ambulance..."
"No
she didn't! I went...to your…" she was about to say, "funeral"
when she remembered that her parents had decided to have a private
burial, no funeral...and they hadn't allowed her to go, "Where
did you hide all these years?" tears ran down her face.
"They
sent me to a foster home, Con…They told me you hated me and that
you never wanted to see me again, so they sent me away."
"Lies!" she cried out, "Lies! They lied to you… I yearned for you! I missed you desperately, brother."
He lifted a lock of
her fiery red hair and examined it, "You dyed it," he stated,
"Your hair was such a pretty copper…and you dyed it a bright
orange-red…"
"I didn't like it that shade..."
"I'll
be back, don't worry," he said, changing the subject again, "And
I'll help make this confusing world, just make a little bit more
sense."
And then he disappeared into thin air.
A.N. After July
15th, it will be 5-7 days before I can even touch my
story, I'm moving. I'll try to work really hard before then.
And
thanks for your reviews, I don't really have time for a review
corner, I'm sorry.