True hate
Alright, before I get started, I need to explain a few things:
One: To those who have read my previous story, it is now off the site and this is a MAJOR re-write of it. Anything you have read in my other one is now officially nonexistent. Every detail is gone. So any differences you will find in this story are completely intentional.
Two: I don't give a rat's ass if you flame me or not, cause I'm not a sensitive person. (I've seen things that would make other people wince, and I didn't even blink)
Three: I don't own Teen Titans, 'cause if I did, then I would be writing the screenplays, not fics.
Four: Any relations you may find to other people's fics in any way, shape, or form is COMPLETELY coincidental, and is not plagiarism.
Five: Anything written in italics that isn't at the beginning or end of a chapter is a flashback.
Well, that's all, so start reading!
Chapter 1: The crossing of paths
"Oh shit!"
Brian ducked and rolled to avoid a blow that would have surely taken off his head if it had connected. He quickly regained his feet and stood behind the bear. It was a very large, very angry, very violent mother grizzly bear.
It wasn't his fault that he had walked out of his cabin to find himself between the mother bear and it's year-old cub. Definitely not his fault.
The bear roared and turned around. It charged at him after slight hesitation. Brian jumped out of harm's way.
It wasn't his fault, but it was his problem.
Another charge sent him jumping into the open door of his cabin. He quickly shut it and barred the door shut with a two by six piece of timber he had cut for exactly this purpose. The door bent with the force of the bear slamming into it, but it held.
He took a quick look around his small cabin and took the weapon he had been looking for off of a rack that was made of two nails drove into the wall. It was a Winchester 73, also better known as the gun that won the west. He checked the tubular magazine to make sure that it was loaded with the lethal bullets. It was filled to maximum capacity.
I'll give that griz somethin' to chew on. He thought as he strode confidently towards the door.
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"Get him!" Robin yelled for what felt like the hundredth time. He and his team had been in pursuit of a man that had somehow broken into the tower and stolen control freak's remote, and now the chase had brought them a few kilometers north of the city that they called home.
The man entered the stretch of forest that extended to the horizon. The team stopped at the edge with Robin.
"What…now?" Beastboy panted.
"Well, we'll have to follow him" Robin said.
"WHAT! In these woods? That's suicide!" Cyborg objected.
"Would you rather he gets away with the remote?" Raven pointed out to him.
The look of hostility on Cyborg's face vanished instantly.
"Come on, we're wasting time" Robin said as he rushed into the dark brush.
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Hours later, they were still losing the pursuit; all they could go by was the crashing of the brush in front of them and the taunts of their target. Raven swore that she could hear a gunshot somewhere in the distance, but she couldn't be sure. She couldn't fly, same with starfire, because the bush was just too thick. Robin called a halt.
"Do you hear that?" He told the others. They strained their ears.
They heard a dog barking furiously, then: "Dumb dog" And then the high pitched whining of a hound. It was coming from just probably fifty feet ahead. They ran as fast as they could until they reached a clearing, then they stared at was in it.
There was a log cabin sitting on the other side of it. They could see an animal skin drying on one wall and there was a smoking fire closer to them that was apparently making jerky out of strips of fresh meat. Over to one side, they saw a basset hound lying on the ground, whining, and their target standing over it.
The door to the cabin burst open and a handsome person with long blond hair that was tied back into a ponytail and clad in buckskin pants and a buckskin vest rushed out. The part that scared them was that the person was wielding what looked like a rifle that you would see in the old western movies.
And, judging by the look on his face, he was not happy at all to have visitors.
There, chapter one. Hope you liked it, and please review!