RR76: I leave that crappy middle school in 3 weeks! I'm a-countin' the days!
Responses:
The Wild Ambition: Now I get it. But since Terra is an evil, heartless, backstabbing anerexic bitch stick from hell...
im in a kill people mood: On closer inspection... it does! On accident though--which is weird 'cause Buffy is one of my biggest inspirations. If they made Teen Titans a bitty bit darker and more grown up and put it on adult swim, it'd be just like Buffy, since they steal from it all the time. Carson is loosely based on Angelus, I don't know if I mentioned...
SaintH: That'll come into play alot later... but Janna was mainly there to show up, thicken the plot and get shot. Cool.
fourthelement: You can forgive her for being absentminded (if you want). She DOES have an assassin after her.
EMBER91: Word shall be spread.
For the record, EMBER91 is having computor problems and cannot update. Thank you.
Don't own, don't sue, don't flame. Or... or... or... or... hmmmm... arg, I ran out of threats. Well, as soon as I think of something, I'll get you with it!
For a moment, the three stared silently across the room at each other. Time seemed to stand still as they stared each other down in classic tedious stare-down style. The moment was shattered as Darkside drew his gun and fired a single shot at Terra. A screen of energy appeared and halted the bullet in it's tracks. Darkside cursed and holstered the revolver, charging the two Titans, catching them off guard.
Raven stepped in front of Terra and Darkside skidded to a halt. Raven noticed, for the first time, that he was wearing a hood that almost completely covered his features, much like her own. The only part of his face that was visible was his chin.
"Where's the mask?" she asked tauntingly, throwing a punch wildly.
Darkside knocked the blow away. "What mask?" he asked, seemingly genuinely confused, and backhanded Raven, sending her across the room, smashing into several exhibits.
The witch's eyes glowed ominously as she chanted her mantra. "Azerath Metrion ZINTH--
Pain shot through him as the electricity was turned to 900 gigawatts. His mouth opened to scream, but the sound was drowned out by the electric generator sending sheer power through his body. Around him the scientists looked down at their clipboards, nodding and writing things down furiously. One stepped up to the generator and turned a knob, sending more electricity surging through him. How could they? How could they? This was HIS body, and he was a sentient being, was he not? If only he could make them pay, make them feel what he felt every day since his only friend abandoned him. And just like that, as if someone had thrown a switch, the pain was gone. The generator still ran, the electricity still surged, but there was no pain. Only a rush of euphoria, of raw strength. A voice sounded in his mind, urging him, telling him to take that power, and use it against his tormenters. His bonds snapped, the glass case shattered, and the scientists ran screaming for cover. The guard cocked his weapon and fired, only to have his throat torn out in an instant of--
Darkside's foot connected with Raven's jaw and she fell to the ground, unconcious. Underneth the hood, Darkside smirked. His head turned slowly to face Terra.
"Geomancer," he said slowly. "I am Darkside. I am your judge, jury, and executioner. My client will pay handsomly for your head on a platter." He stepped forward, drawing the gun again and aiming at Terra.
Terra sent a piece of rubble at Darkside, but he merely punched it and it shattered. "Come come, Terra," he mocked. "You know it will take more than that to stop me..."
"You mean like this?" Terra snarled. The rubble rose into the air and began to come together into a bouldar. When it was finished, Terra sent it straight at Darkside's head, hitting him on his skull. He let out a grunt of pain and staggered backward, losing his balance long enough for Terra to shatter the bouldar and send the individual pieces at him. One hit his hand, sending the gun skidding across the room.
Suddenly, Darkside let out a howl of primal fury (tm). A wall of fire surrounded him and expanded, incinerating the rocks. He ran to his fallen gun and picked it up, aimed at Terra, and pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. "Son of a bitch, this happens every time!" he groaned. More rubble flew at him, but the flames surrounded him once again and he disappeared. Terra took one look at the fallen Raven, then at the spot where Darkside had teleported away, and took off running down the hall.
A knock sounded on the door on the ground floor as Beast Boy and Cyborg searched the second floor for any trace of their assassin. Beast Boy's ears were, naturally, keen to sound, being so big and all, Cyborg's ears... not so much.
"Hey Cy, mind getting the door?" asked Beast Boy.
"The door? As in the front door to the Tower?" Cyborg replied, scratching his half-bald head.
"You know any other doors that just got knocked on?" said Beast Boy, looking at his friend. Cyborg just tilted his head to the side in a "You hearing things again?" kind of way. Beast Boy sighed. "Fine, I'll get it..." he grumbled.
At the door were two men in business suits, one holding an umbrella (since it's raining outside). "Can I help you?" asked she shapeshifter nervously.
"Agents Wilson and Schroeder, FBI. We'd like to talk to you for a moment, if we may," one said, producing a badge. "May we come in?"
Beast Boy stared. "Guys, it's kind of our job to fight crime in this city, so if you'll just mosey along back to Washington, or Chicago, or one of those other superheroless cities--"
"This is serious. We understand that you have recently had contact with the mercenary, Carson Elam."
Beast Boy stared. "Well, yeah, but he's dead now. He blew up in a helicopter. You shoulda seen it, it was--"
"We have reason to believe he's still alive," Schroeder said curtly.
"Dude, would you please stop interrupting-- did you say alive?" Beast Boy asked increduously.
Wilson nodded. "Alive and well. We've been tracking him since his last appearence, in Gotham City on February 2nd, 2004, and it is imperitive that you let us in so we can... interview... your friends about your encounter with him."
Beast Boy eyed the two shifty agents suspiciously. "You're not telling me everything..." he said slowly.
Wilson produced a gun and held it to the teen's face. "Young man, we're the FBI. We don't have to tell you anything we don't want to. Now, about us coming in..." His face turned to horror and a second later to a congealed mess of sinew and teeth. Schroeder drew his own gun but a bullet struck him in the chest and he fell dead. Beast Boy turned around to come face to face with a dark figure, clad in a cloak and mask. It leaped into the air and landed in front of Beast Boy, striking him in the chest with a kick. Beast Boy stumbled backward, but quickly morphed into a bear and charged, swiping at the figure madly, backing it into a corner. The figure kept dodging the swipes of Beast Boy's massive paws, until it's luck ran out, and a swipe hit it in the face, knocking the mask off. Before Beast Boy could get a good look at him/her/it, the assassin covered his/her/it's face with his/her/it's arms and a second later something massive hit him in the stomach. Beast Boy fell backward, moaning in pain. The sound of Cyborg's sonic cannon met his ears next and a second later his massive footsteps as he ran to Beast Boy's side.
"You okay bro?" he asked, helping Beast Boy to his feet. The boy nodded, and a second later, Cyborg's arm-phone rang. A moment later, Robin's face appeared on his arm. Cyborg, do you read me?"
"Loud and clear. What's up?"
"There's been some new developments, meet up back in the living room," Robin said, slightly distraught.
"Did you reach Terra and Raven?" Beast Boy asked, wincing from the pain in his gut.
"Raven yes, Terra no. They got seperated after an attack by our assassin."
Cyborg and Beast Boy looked at each other. "How could they have just been attacked? WE were just attacked!" said Cyborg, confused.
Robin shook his head. "We'll figure it out when we meet up, now hurry."
"...so we now know the following things about our assassin: His name's Darkside, he likes fire, he works with underpaid Romanian women, and he's especially pissed at Terra." Raven said, upon finishing her description of the short but brutal battle with Darkside and of Robin and Starfire's encounter with Janna. She had preferred to keep the details of her little vision to herself.
At that moment, Terra came in. "Three, two, one..." Raven muttered.
"Terra! Are you okay? What happened, what's with the bruise?" Beast Boy asked worridly.
Terra's eyes darted around the room. "Darkside," she said quickly. "During the fight. He hit me. Hard. On the cheek."
Raven's eyes narrowed. "I don't remember Darkside hitting you on the cheek at all--"
"Well you were asleep for half the fight!" Terra yelled. Everyone was silent.
Robin broke the uncomforable silence. "Okay team, there may be more than one man after us. Double your watches, and don't turn your back on anything. Don't worry guys-- this guyis going down, dead or alive."
"I vote dead," a familiar voice said. All eyes turned toward the entrance to the hallway, where eleven eyes and one optical implant, widend and six mouths gasped. There, leaning in the doorway, was none other than Carson Elam.
RR76: Plot twisty. I still haven't thought of a threat though... but if I may, I'd like to say that my science teacher is a freaking pervert! Sorry--sex ed, never pretty. Review please.