Chapter 2: first friends in a long time
Brian stared at the strange group in front of him, and then his eyes shot to the side, eyeing the man who had just kicked his dog. The man just stood there. Brian made a mental note of him and strode to meet the party of six.
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The figure walked closer to them. He didn't appear threatening, that is, not counting the fact that he was holding a lethal firearm, but at least it wasn't trained at them, and that was a big relief to the titans, because they had the feeling that this was not a person to mess with.
When he was six feet in front of them, he stopped. And then they could see some more details that they had missed.
The first detail came to them as a shock; the person couldn't be older than sixteen! But he looked old somehow; his face was handsome, yet weathered. His eyes were icy blue, and his face was set in something of a half glare. Raven had the feeling that when he was glaring fully at someone, it would make a grown man wet his pants. A large hunting knife was sheathed at his belt and a quiver full of arrows was on his back, worn backpack style with the double straps. A longbow was in a case that was apparently attached to the quiver and they swore that they could see two medieval sword hilts protruding from the other side of the quiver. What looked like a revolver hung from his belt and a large sheath knife accompanied it. Whoever he was, he was armed to the teeth.
"Uhhhhh, who's this dude?"
"I dunno, why don't you talk to him and find out?" Robin answered, pushing Beastboy forward.
"Uh, hello, Me. Beastboy. Who. You?"
What the fuck is this little person talking about? Just because I look like a native doesn't mean that I'm illiterate. He thought.
"You know, I don't appreciate stereotypes" Brian answered coldly. BB looked dumbstruck and slightly embarrassed. Robin moved forwards.
"Uh, pardon my French, but… Who the ruddy hell are you?"
"You know, to tell the truth, I don't really know"
"No, I mean your name"
"Oh, Brian Fletcher"
"Fletcher?" BB piped up from the back, eyeing the fletching on Brian's arrows. (Fletching is the feathers that keep the arrow stable in flight.)
"You got a problem?" Brian growled.
"No, not at all" Said Beastboy, shrinking away.
"Good, because I've got enough people who hate me. Anyway…" Brian said, returning his gaze to Robin.
"Anyway what?"
"What year is it?"
"2007"
"Nine years… is that all it's been?"
"Sorry, didn't catch that last part" Raven said.
"Well, it's kind of a long story, why don't you come inside?" He said, waving a hand towards the cabin.
The thief, sensing a time for escape, turned and ran. It was the last move he ever made.
In the time it took to blink, Brian had dropped the rifle and pulled the longbow out of its case and nocked an arrow. Another blink of an eye and the arrow flew towards the would-be escapee. The razor sharp broadhead flew into his neck and a horrible cracking sound resonated across the clearing. The arrow had passed clean through the neck, severing the spinal cord along the way. He dropped like a sack of potatoes. The bloody arrow flew into the tree in front of the convict. Brian turned towards the group.
"Sorry you had to see that, but I think you might want this" He said and the remote flew, apparently of its own accord, into Robin's hand. "Well, come in, lets talk" Brian said, the rifle flying back into one hand while the other put the bow away. And, without any hesitation, turned around and walked to the cabin he had called home for nine years. "Come, Cujo" He said to the basset hound and it got up and trotted at his heels.
Their curiosity aroused, the Titans followed, but very carefully, for they had just seen this person commit murder.
They had no idea about who this person was, and that was the good thing. Because Brian's past told a rather disturbing tale, and Brian didn't kmow if they could stand to hear it.
Et voila, chapter two please review!