Awakening
The last thing Terra could remember feeling was the searing heat, that intense heat that only molten rock can achieve, completely surrounding her. Scorching pain from every direction, but even the most torturous agony to her physical body could not contrast to the anguish that scratched at her from the inside. The regret and sorrow consumed her; the will to end it all grew in her as she stood at the edge of the burning cavern. She looked down at the lava rising and falling like a living thing beneath her. She knew it had to end here, now. If she didn't die an entire city would be put to ruin, she had betrayed the one thing that had given her a reason to live, and to die was the only thing left. The lava surged upward and consumed her, she started to scream but wasn't allowed the time. It did end there; suddenly it was dark and cold. Then somehow Terra opened her eyes.
Bubbles rose all around her, and the pain was gone. A respirator was attached to her face, and their where strange things latched to her in various parts of her body. Terra sat up quickly and broke the surface of the water she was submerged in. She quickly began tearing off the strange devises attached to her. They came off easily and struck the hard floor with a clinking sound. Finally she unlatched the breathing apparatus and flung it away.
Free of her bonds she rapidly glanced around at her soundings. She was alone, the room it self was basically empty except for the strange device she was sitting in. Slowly she stepped out and examined it. It was a capsule of some kind, just big enough to hold one person. Various gages and buttons speckled the surface of the strange machine, none of witch Terra could make any sense of. Its internal gizmos where hidden from view. She leaned over and looked in the water filled vat that she had awakened in moments earlier. Small fragments of what looked like lava rocks floated in the strange fluid, and the wires she had discarded hung out off the sides. Then she looked down at her self, she had felt naked, but she now realized that she wasn't. The vile suit that Slade had attached to her when she was still his apprentice was latched to her body. The outfit felt like it was apart of her skin, as if the mettle was her skin. Looking away in disgust tears flowed from her eyes, as the painful memories flowed back into her mind. She wished she had died, that none of it had even happened. That he had never happened. Then she heard a slight whirring sound coming from the corner.
She looked up and glanced around the room once again. This time she noticed something up in the far corner of the ceiling; slowly she walked over and looked up at the camera. A small green light looked back at her like an eye, she stared right back at her silent observer. After a few moments the small green light clicked off and Terra was alone again. She was cold and wet with water and tears. Shivering, she slowly crept toward the door.
The electronic door snapped open as she approached; out side was a long, blank hall way with metallic floor, ceiling and walls. The florescent lights hummed softly as Terra cautiously strode down the long hallway. Each room along the hallway was dark and empty, though Terra didn't bother to look in a single one. The passage ended with a small stairway leading upward, after only a few steps the stairs stopped in what looked like a wooden cellar door. It was locked but a swift kick broke it open. Terra was growing even more awake, she didn't like it, and the less numb she was the more she could remember. She stepped out in what looked like a small tool shed, it was only slightly colder outside then it was in the dark laboratory in the cellar. Various wrenches and screw drivers where carelessly scattered around the shack. In the corner was a pair of worn leather hiking boots, with out thinking Terra slipped them on her bare feet. Walking on the cold metallic floor of the hallway had left them cold and numb. There didn't seem to be any other articles of clothing so Terra would just have to go cold. The frosty air felt the same against her skin as it did on the metallic outfit grafted to her. Glaring down at the S engraved into the orange disk on her chest made her felt the tears rising up again. Snarling she grasped a near by flat head screwdriver and plunged it into the satanic symbol, Terra screamed out in agony as the pain of the stab wound rippled through her body. She half expected blood to poor from Slade's emblem. Crying out in anguish Terra ripped the symbol from her body. Dizzy with pain Terra hit her knees, the boards beneath her cracked slightly as she fell. The screwdriver, still piercing the orange circle rolled in to the dark corner and out of view. She gasped for air as her ears buzzed and her vision blurred. Terra reached up and grasped the corner of work bench and heaved herself up, she still panted slightly but the pain was fading. No tears though, she only cried for Beast Boy.
The door to the shed wasn't locked so she peeked out, Terra still felt naked even with the evil equipment attached to her, so she wasn't looking forward to stepping out side. She gasped at what she saw beyond the door. It was the carnival she had lived at for so long and where shed taken Beat Boy for their last few happy moments together. It looked long abandoned; the rides where decaying and nature had reclaimed most of what had once belonged to it. Terra staggered in to the open and glanced around nervously, alone or not she still felt uncomfortable. She felt the sting of the removal of that hated emblem like the pain of an open wound; all that was left now was only a black hole in the center of her chest. Only ten feet away was the photo booth that she and BB had been so happy in, past that was the collapsed Farris Wheel. Terra stood in the cold wind looking at the destroyed wreckage for what seemed like forever, she wished she could stay there forever, lost in her memories. Where would she go now? Terra looked up at the sky as small white flakes of snow fell down around her.
Terra clutched her sides for warmth and slowly walked back into the tool shed. After rummaging around in the piles of rusty parts she found a slicker. She slipped it on and curled up in the corner. Her breath rose in gusts smoke in front of her face, which felt fitting to her, she felt like some vile smoke breathing demon, she hated herself for what she had done to him. She was exhausted, her eyes fluttered and her head slowly drooped. Then she remembered something, she had seen a word carved in to the side of the strange machine she had awaken in, but she hadn't registered what it said. Terra shot up and flung the wooden cellar doors open, she hopped down the stairs then ran down the hall way with the sound of her heavy boots striking the ground echoed in the empty shell of a laboratory. Maybe it could give her a lead or something of what the hell was going on. She burst through the door in to the room she had awakened in, the camera was still silent. Etched in the side of the capsule was a single fraise, Cloning Vat.