Good-Bye to the World
By CrazyDeafGirl
Summary: Nobody dared to go near It, and nobody wants to. Something lurks within It, and the giant tower that formerly was the Titans' Tower will not tell…
Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans, but I do own Tom, Ned, Davy, Sam, Jessi, and Raley.
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Screams echoed across the sky, sending birds in a frenzy. Citizens stopped from whatever they're doing and looked up, puzzled.
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Out of It they ran, the scared teenagers. The blond boys pulled ahead of the redhead boy, but the girls raced far ahead of the boys, running straight for the boat. The twins jumped high into the air, landing in the boat. The redhead and smaller blond boy scambled over the side, falling into the boat as the bigger boy took out a pocketknife with which he cut the rope. Pushing off the shore, he started the machine and the motorboat skipped atop the water as they fled the island, never looking back at the giant T.
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The old man sat, deep in thought. The people had feared It for a long time, and these teenagers will tell the others of their advanture, but they will never reveal what they discovered. The old man, gripping his cane, got up and shuffled away. He knows. He know what they saw, what scared them so badly. He knows why the small boy can see them the whole time. The old man sighed, climbing into his car and drove away.
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In the lonely giant tower, the source of fear for many, in the room, the secret room that nobody ever uses, there they are. The red, green, yellow clothes clung to a skeleton with a broken neck and leg, the mask covering the eye sockets, to forever be trapped under the broken ceiling debris.
The ribs stuck out, nearly all broken, some through the purple top, and the purple miniskirt and high boots covered the skeleton that seems more feline than human, the dresser nearly slicing it in half.
The skeleton, missing a half of the head, the right arm and some of the left leg, sat against the wall, a black smear on the wall, with an outline of someone in it. The metal parts had long since rusted, crumbling.
The black and purple clothes covered the skeleton, many small bones broken. The wrists broken. One ankle broken. One elbow broken. The knife rests inside the ribcage, wedged between two ribs, leaving a long scar across all other ribs. The head on the floor and the body on the bed, the skeleton will forever be stuck in that strange position.
Nearby the window, a dark blue cloak was draped across the inhuman skeleton, the bird-shaped hood covering the skull with four eye sockets and a blood-red jewel in the forhead. The sadistic grin of the dead is upon the face, forever grinning at the moon, body sprawling out on the floor, head resting on the window.
They lay in the room, forever in rest and same time, to be forever tortured, to never rest from the pain. They still roam the lonely tower they called home, but yet they can't leave the room. They can never find the killer and stop him. And they can never say good-bye to the world.
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Aw, that's a sad ending… hey, who do you think the killer is? How did the Titans die? Well, I won't answer- you'll have to write a story of yourself about what happened here, although I do have my own version, I wanna see the others' idea! Please review! Please please please!