The Only One Who Needs to Know
A/N: Well here it is. The highly anticipated fourth chapter of DLS is finally here. Don't lie to yourself. You know nobody was anticipating this chapter. Ignore my muse. He is highly upset because I just took his harlots away. Anyway this chapter is about Starfire. I had some trouble with this chapter because Starfire is almost always portrayed as a super-happy, naïve, slightlyspacey character, especially in the fanfic world. Very few authors here give her depth.So in order for me to 'get' her I went and read her history from the comicverse. And I'll be freaked in the ear by a blind spider monkey if I didn't get a story. But before you decide not to read this chapter, know that while the history is from the comic, the Starfire I'm writing about is the one well all know and love. So without further ado, I give you chapter 4.
Disclaimer: I, in no way, shape, or form own the Teen Titans, DC comics, and anything else related to them. All I own is Biff and apparently I now own his harlots as well. What? What's wrong with owning some harlots? They're a good source of income. Shut up, Biff. Just shut up.
I did not tell my teammates why Red Star's story touched me so deeply. A story about being someone's experiment, someone's guinea pig. They did not need to know that I too have been in that position. That I too had suffered. They did not need to know that my childhood years had been wrought with pain. Pain caused by the Psions, who used both my sister and myself as test subjects for their despicable experiments. They did not need to know that I had been poked, prodded, just to see what made me tick. They did not need to know that my body had been exposed to deadly levels of the suns radiation, merely so the Psions could record how much my body could digest before the radiation killed me. They did not need to know that the powersI have were not bestowed upon me by X'hal, the goddess of my people. That instead the powers I possess are a direct result of said experiments.They did not need to be told about the invasion of my being, the slow destruction of my soul, the slow deconstruction of my mind.
What they do need to know was that I fought back. That I refused to give in to the darkness that was growing inside me. They do need to know that I did not let the iniquity of my captors form me,mutate me, break me. They do need to know that even after all that I have been through I have found a way to smile again. That I have found joy, beauty, and love in this universe. They do need to know that I took the powersthe Psions gave me and used them to my advantage.They need to know that what I have been through has made me stronger, not just physically but mentally as well. They need to know that even though I suffered, even though I have seen the malevolent side of the sentient beings in the galaxy, I am still here. I am still standing. I am still fighting for the side of good.
As for the rest of the story, it can remain a secret, remain hidden until the time comes that knowing it is necessary. After all when it is all said and done I am the only one who really needs to know anyway.
A/N: So? What did you think? I really, really want to know what you guys thought about this piece. If you liked it or thought it was the most trite piece of garbage ever. However a word from the wise, if you flame me, please try to be grammatically correct, and have something constructive to say. Thank you very kindly and have a nice day. Woman, what happened to my harlots! They're missing from my room! Hey, don't you walk away from me! Hey! She walked away from me! Can you believe that?