Chapter 1:
Resurrection
That night, the lights in Titans Tower slowly switched of one by one, and in the hallways the gang was saying there goodnights, except for two.
On the roof, staring out at the starry sky, stood Raven and Tim. There hair was covered in confetti, and the remains of snacks and soda stained there clothes. Tim yawned loudly, and sat down on the roofs wall. His legs dangling over the treacherous sea.
"So, have a good birthday?" He asked, staring at the moon which began to seep through the clouds.
Raven removed what remained of her party hat from her head, and sat down next to Tim, smiling.
"It was… better than last year." She explained, and then added quickly; "I mean, at least I got presents this year."
They laughed for a moment, and then stopped shyly.
"Glad you had fun… I guess it made it better that none of our old friends came out to play…"
Tim checked the bright yellow communicator he carried in his pocket, and sure enough the city was fine and peaceful.
Suddenly, he caught sight of her yawning and said with a grin; "Hope we didn't tire ya out."
She laughed, and got to her feat.
"I'm going to bed… it'll be easier to hurt you for that comment when I've had my beauty sleep…"
Tim grinned, and turned back to the sky, but suddenly caught himself yawning and had to endure the taunts of the once demonic girl.
"Hey, Rae?" He suddenly asked as the moon emerged fully behind the large cloud it had once been overshadowed by, and a faint light shone over them.
"Yea?" Came the reply.
"Just remember, I still owe ya a birthday present, alright?" He explained calmly, and looked at her with a look that said "I swear it'll be something great."
Raven blushed quickly, and then started walking towards the door, Tim eventually followed and they continued to talk about events that had occurred during the day.
But as they reached the door, there was a pause as they looked at each other once again, the moon fading behind another cloud.
"Well… Happy Birthday." He muttered, before quickly kissing her on the cheek, opening the door and disappearing down into the darkness of the tower.
Raven stood on the towers roof for a moment, her face a deep crimson.
Suddenly, a grin crept onto her face, and if anyone had seen her they would of noticed the spring in her step.
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Meanwhile, deep below the city, a man stood in the wreckage of the old HIVE academy. Littered around him were children slowly regaining consciousness, whilst some would never awaken again. He caught his reflection in the pool of blood that seeped beneath his feat, and the mask he wore shone back at him.
Slade moved through the members of his "school", and gave them each a look over before collecting what he needed from one of the deceased.
A small communicator, like the ones the Titans owned except it was entrusted with the HIVE signature.
"Children, you have disappointed me." He began, pacing back and forwards as they stood in line in the destroyed hall.
"I received word but two hours ago stating the HIVE fortress was under attack, strange… I thought, as the Titans had no knowledge of our whereabouts. I simply stated that whoever it was, they were to be dealt with… painfully."
He glanced at the bodies.
"I receive word an hour later that the INDIVIDUAL," he pronounced each syllable with extreme spite, "had broken through the gate and was destroying all defences! So! What do I do? I order every student out of there beds and order them to attack this… person and destroy them. I then proceeded to make my journey here."
He glanced at the children, there faces were tearful over there fallen comrades, and there egos shattered.
"I arrive here but five minutes ago, I find my school destroyed… All teachers dead, and but a handful of my students left alive. What do you suppose I do? In my position… Would you remain here? Knowing that this person was stronger than entire school of young, powerful teenagers?"
He glanced at the doorway, and a large stone man walked in. In his hand was a large coffin, he looked at Slade for instructions. His face cold and lifeless.
"Cinderblock. Show the class my little… Class project…"
The man placed the coffin at the front of the students, and slowly backed away as it opened. A yellow light shone across the room, cracking everything it touched, and when it settled there was one more person in the room.
The girl stood at the head of the room, her blonde hair waving against the cool breeze that seeped into the room. Her clothes were metallic, and the logo of her master shone brightly. But what was most terrifying was her face, which was cold and lifeless… and part metallic.
"This," Slade explained proudly, "is Terra. She is going to show you what we mean by revenge."
To be continued...