A/N: Wow someone guessed correctly, let's get this man a gold star. Yes Rose Wilson, aka The Ravager, is Slade's new apprentice, not to mention daughter. However for those of you who are hardcore Deathstroke/Slade fans, you will have to wait. So while you wait, read this chapter and tell me what you think of MY Fearsome Five and my fight scene, I've never written a fight scene before so help me out please.
Chapter 6: The Fearsome Five
"Morpheus!" Raven called out to the sandman. She needed to talk to the incarnation of dreams, and he hadn't appeared on his own in some time. She was beginning to worry that something was wrong.
"Yes, Raven?" said a voice behind her, startling her.
"I have to ask you," she said, a tone of concern in her voice. "Is this Sebastian the one you told me about earlier, the one who you want me to fight?" A dark chill ran down her spine from simply saying the name.
Dream was slightly taken aback by her straightforward question. "I don't know. Whoever it is, their darkness has leaked into my realm, among others. Nightmares are becoming more and more violent, and some how I can't stop them." She felt another chill as he told her this. "We aren't even sure you can stop this, Raven, but you are the only one with a chance." She looked down, a mixture of fear and burden flowing through her mind.
"I sense you have taken what I said to heart." She was surprised at the change in subject.
"How? My powers haven't grown; I'm still as strong as before."
"Haven't they? I can feel it; your soul-self is growing. Haven't you felt things you never felt before?" She thought for a second before remembering how she felt when she kissed Gar before. She felt his heart.
"You are needed." She awoke.
The alarm was sounding as red lights flashed throughout the tower. Raven jumped up and grabbed her now white cloak and costume. She stopped short of the door when she saw Gar still sleeping with one arm hanging off the bed that they now shared and drool pooling at the corner of his mouth. She sighed before going to wake him.
She shook his shoulder lightly. "Sure you can have an autograph, Mr. Potato," Gar mumbled before turning over. Raven sighed again.
"Gar!" she yelled. He jumped in surprise as he heard her yell. 'Morpheus couldn't have woken him up too.'
"Raz'n fraz'n Titans better get here soon, I'm running out of things to blow up," griped Gizmo, after blowing a hole in yet another mailbox.
"Just keep smashing things," Jinx ordered the smaller criminal. She proceeded to throw a pink blade of energy at a flatbed truck, causing it to explode. Their larger friend continued to pummel an armored car to dust.
Suddenly an explosion caught all of their attentions; it was been one of Nightwing's disk weapons. They looked up to where it was thrown from and saw all of the Titans. "Now, Mammoth, what did that car ever do to you?"
"Took you long enough to show, loves," said an Australian accent from behind them. They turned to see a man with a transparent head clothed in black leather, and a red head scantily clad in the same material.
"Looks like you fell right into our trap, Titans," the man said without moving his lips.
"And who are you supposed to be, Super Tramp?" Raven asked the girl.
"Name's Shimmer, love, fear it," she said as she reached down and touched the ground. The street became a metallic chrome color. Just as Raven was about to ask what that accomplished, she heard Starfire sniffling, and realized it was a substance that Kori was allergic to: metallic chromium. As Starfire sneezed she shot multiple starbolts, causing the team to all fly back. The metallic sheen faded back to the original color of the street.
"You take Nightwing," Psimon ordered. Shimmer obediently dashed over to fight the Titan leader. "You are Raven, I presume," he said before facing his fellow psychic. "My name is Psimon. Shall we dance?" He swiped his hand toward her and a car flew at her.
"Gladly," she responded, as she projected her soul-self to shield the attack. Meanwhile, Cyborg was being attacked by Gizmo, Starfire was exchanging shots with Jinx, and Beast Boy was grappling with Mammoth. None of them were winning.
"C'mon, love, show me what 'cha got," Shimmer taunted. Nightwing threw several birdarangs at the new H.I.V.E. member. However by the time they reached her they had changed into water and splashed off of her, seconds later changing into shattered pieces of Nightwing's weapons. "That's it? I'm insulted, love," she said. Shimmer reached into a bag on her belt and pulled out a rock.
"A rock?" Nightwing said in confusion. 'What the hell is she going to do with a rock?' Before he could think of an answer, he found out.
"Catch, love," she said throwing the stone. It changed from a dirt-brown to a metallic-gray, and, what was now a ball of lead concussed with her opponents head. Nightwing was out cold.
The others where dropping like flies. Jinx landed a blast on Starfire, causing her flying ability to temporarily fail as she fell, hitting her head. Gizmo seemed to be cornered when he unexpectedly shot a device at Cyborg, which drained his power supply rendering him immobile. Beast Boy was loosing concentration. For some reason, the blows hurt more in an animal form than human; however, a blow from one of Mammoth's massive fists broke his nose and he lost consciousness.
"And then there was one," Psimon taunted. Raven kept throwing random objects at him but he simply used his power to toss them aside. "Let's finish this," he said holding his hands out toward Raven. A piercing screech echoed through her subconscious and she dropped in pain. "Well, that easier than I expected. Baran, grab them." Raven heard him laughing as she slipped from the waking world.
Gar slowly woke up with a mild concussion. He looked around, slightly dazed; he was in a cell. The walls seemed to glow red, and he could feel that this place was evil. His mind cleared as he smelled blood, his blood. He touched his hand to his upper lip and realized his nose was bleeding. He saw that the others were there, 'I'd better ask Raven to heal this for…' He stopped and looked around, "Where's Raven!"
"She was put somewhere else," Nightwing said as he rubbed his head. Dick saw that his friend was about to try to get up and thought he should warn him "Gar be careful, you got a…" Beast Boy fell on his ass after failing to get up. "…a shackle around your neck."
"Thanks," Gar said sarcastically. He looked around again. "Where the hell are we?"
"The sign out front said The Church of Saint Sebastian," Cyborg told him. The two other boys gave him a bewildered look. "I was still conscious when they brought us here."
"I think it's safe to say we were caught by Blood's son," Nightwing said.
"Uh…" Star fire said having only now regained consciousness. "Friends, why are we all wearing metal leashes?"
"Because you're my prisoners," an almost prepubescent voice said from the other side of the cell bars. A fourteen year old albino stood, wearing a pure white cloak, and a blue and red suit. "Welcome Titans, to the Church of Blood. I am Brother Blood." Gar began pulling on the chain trying to break it loose.
"Where's Raven you sick brat!" Gar yelled as he tried to pull the chain from the wall. Sebastian violently extended his arm toward Gar, and red energy leaped forth surrounding the shape shifter's head. Gar screamed in pain.
"Insolent heathen! My bride-to-be is no longer your concern." Gar kept quiet and glared at him in contempt. Sebastian laughed in his daemonic dual voice as he walked away. "As fun as torturing you is, I have a wedding to plan. Later, Titans."
"Gar, are you alright?" Vic asked him more in concern over Blood's attack than his words. However Gar was not listening, and continued to glare at the spot where Blood had stood.
"I'm going to rip him apart," Gar told them. Their was something in his eyes that was undeniable, something dark, something powerful, something that wasn't Gar. His fellow Titans sat and watched their friend in horror.
A/N: What's happening to Gar? Will Sebastian really marry Raven? Will Starfire ever get a clue? Find out next time on …
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