Okay friends. I've gotten at least 2 peeps that thought that my plot was "over used" and "corny". All I have to say is because you haven't yet had a chance on what I was going to do next, I would advise you to bare with me, cause it will be a little overrated. Once again, PLEASE bare with me. I promise it will get a little better with each chapter. (I hope.)
Disclaimer: Dude! For the last time, I don't own the Teen Titans!
In the middle of a deserted country road, a young woman with violet hair and eyes that matched lay unconscious. She wore a pair of Black punk/goth pants and a black System of a Down T-shirt that was artfully ripped at the sleeves and stomach. A moan escaped from her partially opened lips as a tall bald man dressed up like a cowboy gently picked her up.
"My, my, looks as if the storm brought in a city slicker." He drawled out in a deep Alabamian accent. The dog that had trotted up to him barked softly.
"Come on Bonner, let's go get her in good health again so she can be off." He replied. In his arms the girl moved her head ever so slightly and moaned again. Placing the girl into the red Chevy pickup, he climbed behind the wheel and started to drive off. Suddenly, the girl let out a scream and the steering wheel exploded in his face. Alarmed the cowboy slammed onto the brakes yelling, "HELLSBELLS!" The truck screeched to a halt and the cowboy whipped his head around to find the source that destroyed his steering wheel. Finding nothing outside the truck, he looked onto the still unconscious girl and gave her a queer look. The dog, Bonner, had all but relieved himself. He too looked back at the girl as if sensing some oddness about her.
"Looks like our little city slicker friend here has some secrets, aye Bonner old bud?" he said shakily. "Good thing the house aint but a little ways to go. Cummon Bonner." Stated the cowboy climbing out of his beloved truck, shock still surging through him. Bonner gave small whine before doing as his owner commanded. The girl that the cowboy now cradled in his arms moaned again, and he once again gave her a queer look.
Fifteen minutes later (Mr. Cowboy with barely a sweat bead on his body, which is miraculous considering that it's about 96° out) they reach an old house. It didn't look like a very good place to reside, as it had several shingles that were in dire need of repairing, the paint, once a baby blue, was faded and peeling. In fact, the house looked kind of…creepy. But Mr. Cowboy ignored all of that. Instead he strolled straight up some steps yelling the whole way.
"Kimberly, get out here. I need some help."
A young girl, much like Raven, stormed out of the house, headphones blazing the song Du Hast from the band Rammstien, her face displaying a sour look.
"Yeah, what do you want?"
"Get the spare bedroom ready, and fetch Justin. He's better at that fancy doctor stuff any how's.
Kimberly rolled her eyes. It seems that they would be forever taking in strangers that Uncle John meet on the side of the road.
"Sure thing boss man." She replied sarcastically.
John sighed heavily. He really had to get her out of the Goth stage that she was in before it was too late and she did something stupid. And he had the feeling that this new city slicker guest would not be helping matters much, but then again, at the same time, the girl could help her see the light. He gave a whistle that sent Bonner to his dog house, and he walked into the house, taking a deep breath and smelling the after aroma from this mornings breakfast, his stomach starting to growl, which was not a good thing, because he had more pressing matters other than eating food right now. 'Like finding out where this girl came from, and what happened in my truck.' He thought grimly. He heaved another sigh.
"All I asked for was a simple week of work. Instead I get a niece that I learn that I never knew I had, I find some guy that's asking if Gothem is near Jump City, and a girl that I think some how blew up my steering wheel without touching it. I can only imagine what next week will be like." He mumbled to himself.
Hatred101: What'd ya think? I know it doesn't say much yet, but it will. Just give me a little time aye?
Kimberly: You're such a dolt. What makes you think that this is interesting? I'm barely in there. It's not interesting if I'm not in there a lot!
Hatred101: You know what? Shut Up. This is my story and I'll put you wherever I want! Gad, Crow was better than you!
Crow: You really thought that I was better than her (points at Kimberly)?
Hatred101: (Nods head madly, trying not to look at Kimberly's evil glare) You weren't conceded.
Crow: (smiles brightly, and pushes Kimberly out of the way.)