A/N: I am SO sorry for leaving everyone hanging there for weeks. You see, my laptop broke down and that took a week to fix, but it kept breaking down on me or the site was over loaded so it would not let me update. So I had to wait two weeks to get my laptop back and now it is working! YES! But please give me a review! It would be nice after all these stressful days of no computer fun. Thanks!
Disclaimer: I do not and will never own the Teen Titans.
Chapter 6 Unwelcome Rain
Where was he? The kid had seemed to vanish into thin air. His footprints lead to a stop very close to the second destination, but they ended there. Robin had walked around in a few circles as if he was confused, but they did not go anywhere else. He must have taken to the trees. The kid was good.
John did not want to climb a tree and jump around till he found Robin. He hated to admit it, but he was not as lithe and young as Robin and could not do that as easily as Robin could. He would stay on the ground and try to find him that way. Robin could have not gotten too far in the trees.
What John did not know was that Robin was watching every move his enemy was taking from way above. Robin pushed a big, green leaf out of his way and stared down at John with his face only showing a grim smile. So far his plan was working. But how long would it last?
John started to move forward with steps that were not as confident as they were before. Robin carefully crawled over the big branch he was sitting on to follow. He jumped gracefully over to the next branch with ease. He did this for a long time while pausing a few times to spy on John.
John finally stopped after an hour of wondering around in the jungle. He looked around above him for any sign of Robin, but he found none. He then smiled to himself and said loudly for Robin to hear, "Finally using your head, kid! I like it how you play this game. But I know you're up there watching me somewhere."
Robin bit his lower lip while crouching down a little to rest on the mossy branch. Suddenly it started to rain, and Robin felt the water first because he was close to the canopy. He was quickly drenched, and his spiky hair fell into his face. He did not dare move to push it back to get it out of his eyes.
"I'm going to give you a few hours to rest, kid," John yelled up to Robin even though he still did not know the teen's location. "I need to do a few things at home anyway. Take this time to gather strength and eat. But why am I telling you this? You should know what to do."
Robin had to sneeze for some reason and cursed himself inside his head. He held his nose to stop from making any noise, but that lost his balance on the branch. The moss was extremely slippery because of the rain, and Robin lost his footing. His feet slipped out from under him, and he desperately grabbed the branch.
BAM!
Wood next to Robin's head exploded, and the teen winced as a big piece of it cut into his arm. He was going to shoot again. Robin knew he had to drop and quickly did. The wood where Robin's head used to be exploded, and the teen was thankful that his quick thinking saved his life. He landed on another branch, but this one could not support his weight and snapped.
Robin grabbed onto everything he could get his hands on. The ground was coming up on him fast. The very few branches Robin managed to grab helped him land properly. Robin landed on the soggy ground perfectly, but it still hurt his feet like mad because he had no shoes to soften it.
"Run!" Robin whispered to himself as he looked behind him to see a little bit of John's figure pointing his gun at him. Robin picked himself up and ran into the wet jungle as he heard John shoot again. He forced his body to keep running. His shoulder was bleeding because of the chunk of wood that had flown into it. His feet were stinging with every step he took.
Robin finally stumbled into a little muddy creek that was flowing quickly downhill. The teen quickly made the creek into a makeshift waterslide. The water was freezing, but he rode down on the mud on his butt till he washed up into the river from the waterfall that had to lead to John's big house. He smiled as he realized that this was better than his first plan.
The rain was coming down hard in fat raindrops that soaked the poor teen to the core. He shivered in the numbing cold as he just stood in the middle of the river trying to calm down. He had close call back there with John. The unexpected rain had been a nightmare come true.
Robin was about to run his hand through his hair, but he saw that it was all muddy from his wild slide down the hill to the river. He just shook his head to get some of the water off then started up the river the opposite way he had been going that morning with a hand squeezing his shoulder to stop the bleeding. This time he had a steady plan and he was not freaking out. He made slow progress, and he realized that he was deep in thought.
His mind kept returning to his friends and where they were. They were smart and resourceful. Robin had much confidence that they would find the island sometime. All Robin had to do was wait for them and keep fighting to keep alive. He knew if he died so would his team maybe. If they did keep going on after he died they would be crushed. He could not do that to his team. He would keep pushing on for them. He loved his friends too much to give up on them.
Somewhere along the lines Robin started to drift over to how much his stomach was empty. He had not eaten anything since the night before with that fish and coconut juice that did not taste all that swell. He cursed himself for not eating more. He was starving almost. His energy was slowly slipping away. He could kill for a pizza and Coke right about now.
"You need to stop thinking about food," he muttered to himself while pushing an overhanging leaf that was in his way. He was still in the river pushing his way through the water that was flowing opposite of him. It was very slow moving, and Robin was freezing. His feet were numb, and he had no idea what was keeping his body moving. Maybe it was only by the grace of God.
Robin shivered again for the hundredth time since the rain started to flood the island. If anyone looked at him now they would only see a very lost boy in the cold. He looked so weak and pathetic in someone else's eyes. But Robin did not feel that inside of him. He held onto hope and pride. He felt like nothing could stop him.
After what seemed like hours of walking through the river, Robin finally saw John's big house come up. Robin stopped to rest and look at the house in thought. He went over his plan in his head as he stood there in the rain. No time to eat, sleep, or worry. This was the time to put his plan into action.
The waterfall was in the center of the doughnut shaped house, so a waterway had to flow from the center to the outside. Robin quickly found out that the rain had made the river rise, and he had to now swim to get to the waterway that went under the house. This was not going to be easy.
Robin took out his knife then dived down underwater after taking a big breath. He could open his eyes underwater and see clearly, because his mask worked as goggles once he went under. Robin swam up to a pole that prevented people like Robin from easily swimming under the house to the other side. The teen shoved the knife down into the muddy ground around a middle pole to loosen up the dirt around the bottom.
Robin's air ran out, and he had to swim to the surface quickly. He broke the surface with a gasp then quickly ducked back down when he saw John coming out of the jungle to his house. Robin was lucky that the man had not seen him. The man did seem very confused yet not discouraged at the least bit. It was time for that confidence to get knocked off a little, and it was Robin's job to do so.
The teen went back to digging around the pole for a little while till the thing broke loose. Robin grabbed the pole and gave it a quick tug. It came out of its place, and Robin flew backwards with surprise that the thing came out so easily. He threw the pole away and took a big deep breath before going under again. He swam into the tunnel that led under the house.
Robin found out that the tunnel had some space to breathe, but it was not big enough for him to put his whole head out of the water. He quickly took a few breaths then worked on another pole on another gate. This one took less time, and he quickly gained access into the building. Now he had to look out for the robots and John.
Robin saw that the first floor had balconies just like the ones on the second and third floors. He quickly jumped onto one with a sly smile on his face. He searched for cameras and found none. So far it seemed like John was not worried that his targets would ever want to go into his house, so he never took the time to put up cameras to where his prisoners would never be. Bad mistake!
The teen was a soaking mess. He was wet from head to toe and shivering uncontrollably as his mind made up what to do next. A big puddle was forming under his feet as his eyes adjusted to the bright light of the room. The room he was in looked to be a laundry room. What was a laundry room doing with a balcony? Robin had no idea. He guessed if you wanted to have a nice view while cleaning you could get it here.
Robin grabbed a fresh white towel and put it up to his face to dry it off. He smiled into it just to feel something warm and soft in his hands and on his face again. He dried off his hair to make it spike up again like he always had it. He also tore off a piece and wrapped it around his shoulder to keep it from bleeding again.
Suddenly the door opened and a robot came in with wet and dirty clothes in his metal hands. There was a pause as the two stared at each other. Robin was surprised at the new visitor while the robot was just switching over to attack mode.
The robot moved first. It lunged at Robin, and the teen jumped to the side with alarm. The thing was fast! Robin ducked to get out of the way of a strong punch. With a battle cry Robin shoved his heel into the robot's stomach and sent it across the room and almost into dryer. Robin's eyes went wide as the robot jumped up into the air as if he had been on a trampoline. He quickly rolled out of the way as the robot came down hard onto the ground where Robin used to be.
"Fine," Robin said while getting his mind ready for some action. "Bring it!" The robot ran towards him, and Robin jumped into the air. He sprung off the robot with both feet, and they were both forced different ways. Robin landed like a gymnast who had just won the competition. He even had the smile on his face. Being a acrobat when he was a kid was really paying off now. The robot was still on its feet, though.
The robot came back at Robin in a flying kick. Robin ducked just in time. He tried to trip the robot by dropping to the floor and swinging his leg under it, but the robot just jumped over the leg. It then grabbed Robin's wrist and flung the poor boy across the room with much unknown force. Robin yelled while sailing into the air, and he crashed into the wall with his back. He dropped onto a washing machine with a wince. That hurt!
"Ouch," Robin muttered while propping himself up with one elbow. He shook his dizzy head and saw the robot coming at him right when his vision cleared. Robin recovered fast and jumped off the machine to get away from the robot. He executed a perfect roundhouse kick to the robot's head then topped it off with a hard punch that even hurt Robin's knuckles.
The robot seemed to not notice any of the punches or kicks from Robin. It had to have a weakness. Robin was suddenly hit with an idea. John had said that the robots stayed outside all the time. Then why were they indoors? Maybe it was because of the rain. The things could not function in water!
"Time for a bath!" Robin said while jumping up on a washing machine with a smile on his face. The robot took the bait and lunged for Robin. The teen flipped the lid open with his foot, and the robot bumped into it. Robin then slammed the lid down on the robot's head and turned the machine on. There were a few sparks, and Robin jumped off the machine before the robot blew up.
"I think I did enough damage here," Robin said while looking around. There was a dent in the wall from him being thrown into it. Different robot pieces were scattered around the room. Some were on fire and others were sparking. "Time to get out of here before John comes or another robot."
Robin winced while running his hand through his hair. There was a big bump on his head from slamming into that wall. He did not want to run into more robots any time soon. He needed weapons if he wanted to fight again with a robot. That meant Robin had to get to the study on the third floor.
Robin poked his head out into the hallway cautiously and looked to his left and right. Nobody was there, and he could not hear any footsteps. But he had not heard the other robot's footsteps when it came into the laundry room. Robin just made a mental note to be careful and keep alert.
Saying a silent prayer in his head, Robin quickly walked down the hall in search for an elevator. He found one in the matter of minutes and sneaked inside. He pressed the button for the third floor then gave a sigh as the door closed. He closed his eyes to sooth his nerves and leaned his head against the wall. The elevator came to a stop, and Robin silently walked out while looking around for anymore robots.
In his head Robin looked over a mental map of the house and where places where that he knew of. He made his way to where his mind said where the study was. He quickly found the door and quietly turned the knob and slipped into the room.
His belt was still sitting on the desk with some of Robin's weapons next to it. Robin shoved the weapons back into the belt then clipped the thing around his thin waist. But the teen's luck was running out. The belt did not clip all the way in and dropped to the floor. John had rigged it to not lock in place. Robin cursed under his breath while quickly deciding what to do.
Robin turned towards the door but stopped dead in his tracks. The doorknob was turning and someone was coming inside. Boy Wonder was trapped!
A/N: Nice cliffhanger to stop you readers at. And to say something to one reviewer, I'm not crazy! It is just that the whole world is crazy and I'm the only normal one in it! Plus, you should see Sarah, my older insane sister. She likes chickens and cows so much that she got me a chicken calendar for Christmas! How strange is that? And my little sister, Naomi, is just plain scary. She likes to be in the dark all the time and hisses when she sees the color pink. But Debbie tops the cake in my freaky family. She stares at me without blinking for hours and hisses to me as to say hello. She also has this strange language that she made up while she was bored one day and will talk to me in it for some reason unknown still to me. I have no idea why she does this. So don't call me crazy! You do not know the meaning of crazy till you see my family.