Okie-dokies people! Here we go, chapter eight! Sheesh, that's a big number! xD At least for me.. Eh. Anywho, thanks /SO/ much to all of you who have been reviewing since chapter one! (( More or less, c'mon, work with me people! :P )) Please stay tuned for the chappie right now, hopefully I will get nine up soon! n.n;
Disclaimer: If I owned the Titans, there would be an actual bridge for the T-Cycle and the T-Car to get from their small and deserted island of 'T's' to the city. Trust me, there isn't one now. o.O
'What'll I do, if I stay here, I'm dead. If I try to move, I'm dead. And if I try to phase through and escape, the pain from my wounds would probably kill me eventually.' I sighed, though quietly; perhaps the trio hadn't seen me yet. 'Great. Just great. Did I mention I hated my life? No? Well take a guess at the question.' I bore my teeth, hissing slightly, then wincing at the sharp intake of air to my damaged rib cage.
My name's Phantom by the way. And currently, my life stunk on ice. Or, fire, more precisely, I minorly controlled that element. Experiments my parents had done while I was a child. Or, actually, I had been caught in the explosion of the experiment that had been taking place while I was in the lab, despite my parents' warnings. That's as much as I remembered. The rest was all hazy, until Slade came into my life. I started my training for the wicked creature—for I hardly considered him a man—at a small age. When I was reaching the end of my apprenticeship, I was a master thief and... murderer. Countless lives had been taken from their holders because of my claws and flames.
But none of that mattered now since I had met the Teen Titans. They had been relatively easy to beat, no biggie. Until I had fought that Raven girl. She had unlocked memories of my past that I had forgotten long ago. It had changed everything. And so I had fought my former master, Slade, which hadn't been easy by the way. Try fighting and defeating a guy that had taught you basically everything you knew. Yeah. It was hard. And so I had ran away, missing the last part of my left ear, which had been torn away because of the everlasting tracking device located inside it. And now you get to see my ever-so-glamorous life about to end. By three circus freaks who somehow lost their way to the costume shop. Oh how the mighty have fallen...
"Here kitty, kitty, kitty. Come on out and play. If you come quietly we won't hurt you; much." A nasty laugh followed Jinx's words.
"Stupid snot-brain, come out now!" Need I say more who this is?
"Heh heh heh, yeah, come out little puss!" Mammoth's attempt to frighten me.
Great. Even Mammoth had come up with a phrase, though retarded and stupid.
If possible, I felt even more downcast. Blast. Now I had to come out.
Slowly as possible, like a vain naïve hope thinking they still wouldn't see me, (and the stabbing pains all over my body hurting, that was another reason) I got out of the little ball I was curled in and eased myself out of the small box.
"Hey guys. Long time no fight." I smirked, hoping they wouldn't notice the blood and bruises all over my body.
"Don't play that act, Phantom, we know you're weak as a newborn cat right now. So, like we said before, come quietly." Jinx purred, readying for a fight.
"Oh c'mon guys. Why all the hatin'?" I leered, and slowly arched by back to a fighting stance as well, only to have pain shoot up my posterior, as I straightened up again.
"HA HA HA HA HA!" Gizmo snorted, "She can't even walk without hurtin' herself, the stupid crud!"
I growled, baring my teeth, only to find that I could in fact NOT fight or move without pain. Dang it, the stupid kid was right.
Mammoth said nothing, he only seemed eager to fight. Waaaaay too eager, you could practically eat the resistance coming from him.
Suddenly Gizmo pulled out his stupid remote control thing, pressed a few buttons, and a large mechanical arm reached out of his backpack, with a nozzle that looked suspiciously like a gun.
"Oh crap." I said, and started to sprint toward the exit, trying to desperately ignore the stabbing sensation running itself through my body, like a raged animal trying to escape. I started to bleed again.
A blast of light, and suddenly I found myself tumbling head over heels in the murky water. As I rolled to a stop, full of pain and finding myself running short of air, I could hear the stupid brat laughing his head off. I shook my head furiously, figuring that any more pain couldn't hurt me now.
I found my that from my mouth to my lower torso, my arms were pinned to my sides in a very painful manner. A large band of goo, rubbery in texture, which would take AGES to get out of my fur, but there was something painful about it too. A small electrical current moved through it every second, and me moving would make it worse. Major annoyance? Oh yeah. After shivering with the electrical current for a few seconds, I got smart and stopped moving. Not a hair on my head down to tail moved.
"HAH HAH! She got smart!" Mammoth roared. "Can we take her back now?"
"Patient you big oaf! I want to bask in the glory of my capture and ingenious invention!" Gizmo yelled, walking over to my frail form on his skeletal machina legs.
I glared, however, since I couldn't speak, simply gave him the dirtiest look I could manage.
It stopped him, he stopped moving almost instantly, then Jinx roughly pushed by him, underneath, causing him to wobble and lose his balance slightly. Mammoth followed, simply pushing Gizmo out of the way. He fell into the water with a large and rather satisfying splash.
"Hmmmm, not bad Gizmo," Jinx murmured, walking circles around their victim. "Not bad at all..."
Mammoth grinned, his large hands reaching out to grab me, when a large explosion rocked the world, ermm, sewers, around us.
The three goons were blown back by pieces of flying debris, while stayed unmoved lying on the ground.
"Looks like you four missed the circus. Guess you'll just have to make do with jail! Titans, go!" For once, I was glad to hear the spiky-head's voice. Just once.
A T-Rex roared onto the scene, a cyborg riding on its back, blasting away at Gizmo, who had begun evasive action.
Raven faced off against Jinx, darkness against pure luck, while Robin and Starfire got to Mammoth, pelting him with starbolts and Robin's trusty metal pole.
I sort of just... sat there, seeing as there was nothing for me to do. Wait. There was something I could do. Behind the mask of goo, I smirked, 'those fools will be too busy fighting over, well, me, that they won't even notice me scuttle away.'
I started crawling away, the constant shock ringing through my body, toward the hole the titans had ever-so-graciously made for me.
Once or twice I had to dodge a flying starbolt, or blast ray, or shot of darkness, but other than that, it was pretty easy to slip away unnoticed.
I'll spare you the details of the battle, but, basically, Robin and Starfire had Mammoth unconscious and started helping Raven & BB/Cyborg.
I had almost made it to the rubble, when a large black bubble curved itself up and around me, blocking my escape room.
I groaned irritably, a strange noise muffled by the mask, and turned behind me, seeing the Titans standing triumphantly in front of the unconscious members of The Hive.
My vision wavered, I noticed, or rather, felt, the blood running down my sides, arms, and legs, the pain consuming my body, and the dull throb of the electrical gooze.
"'Lo there Titans." My voice was sweet, though slightly muffled. I thought they could hear me. Apparently not.
"...What'd she say?" Beast Boy began, scratching his head as the Titans came forward to inspect me. As if I was going to be able to escape this stupid little 'black ball of doom' anyway. Gah. Paranoid morons.
I sighed, my ears lowering in disappointment. Forget it. My tail swished slightly from side to side.
"I'm not sure. But that doesn't matter. We've got her now, and we can finally get some answers." Robin said triumphantly.
"Right." Cyborg agreed.
"Oh friends, I am so happy that we have finally thwarted the powers of this Phantom and her friends!" Starfire cheered, her hands clasped near her cheek in victory.
I puffed up at this, in obvious fury, I growled, a noise I'm certain they all heard. Raven raised an eyebrow, her hood thrown down during the fight.
'And don't even think about coming near my mind.' I thought, certain Raven was going to try it sooner or later.
'What did you think I was going to do, after last time?' She responded dryly.
While the Titans talked amongst themselves and Phantom sulked, a figure in the pile of unconscious figures roused. Gizmo grinned evilly, taking a small cylinder in his hand, a small inconspicuous button perched on top. He pressed it, and collapsed unconscious again on the pile, the cylinder falling from his hands and disassembling in the water.
I screamed. I screamed I screamed I screamed. The pain, the everlasting, completely filling P-A-I-N! Electricity raced through my body, crackling to life and leaving and shocking experience. It lasted for only a few seconds, perhaps five, but they felt like an eternity of pain.
I froze in a position, sitting on my knees and my back wretched up to an arching position. My eyes were fixed on the center of the top of the dome, the pupils white.
No one moved. No one breathed. I collapsed, into the water, unthinking, not breathing, and not living. The water raced around me, when did it get so fast...? The dome disappeared, the Titans racing to my still form in the water, but they were late. Too late. Much too late.
The blankness exploded in front of my eyes chasing away the memories. The memories of life, the Titans moving in, their face concerned and worried... was that possible?
'Phantom, Phantom! Wake up! Wake up!! Arianna! Wake up!' A voice called. So far... so far away...
Nothing.
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Cyborg looked up from the still body of Phantom. "She's still alive."
Sheesh, took me a bit to write this one. Hope you guys like it, and keep reading! Review! n.n
Chapter Nine: Gah. It'll give it away. What will Phantom do when she wakes up; if and when she does! –gasp- Have fun guessing guys... Muahaha... -evil laughter-