Titans Together
By CrazyDeafGirl
Summary: This is a collection of one-shots concerning different possible futures and/or alternative universes.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans or the title ("Titans together" was the motto of the New Teen Titans, year 1980) but I do own the contents of this collection.
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Sing of Life
Nobody messes with the law unless they have a death wish. But there are few brave people that dared to fight the crime instead of allowing the government deal with them. They wear masks and lurk in the shadows of night, beating up criminals, making sure the wrongdoers had learned their lesson. To be honest, many people were glad for those heroes, as they had called them, because they saved the criminals and many innocent people from grisly deaths.
But the government isn't glad. They haven't been able to catch a lowly thief for days, thanks to those… those outcasts who dared to take the matter of law into their hands. One duo in particular had caused the government much grief. The man wears a long cape and has two horns on his hood and swoops in the darkness upon his unaware victims. The people call him the Batman. The teenage boy wears bright clothes, and he flies through air like a bird. They call him Robin. Those two prowl the nights, picking off evil people everywhere, leaving nothing for the government to deal with.
One thing is clear: the Batman and Robin must be rid of, even if it means letting out the Killers on the unaware innocent people. Yes, they must be dealt with, even if the Killers destroy everything in their path.
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Robin glanced at the newspaper's headlines, and that's all he needed. They had used the Killers again. How long had the monsters gone without killing? Three, four months perhaps. Robin sighed. Those poor things. Many people fear them, saw them as bloodthirsty creatures that live only to kill. Even though he only knows of them through the news, Robin felt sorry for them. They were forced to be this way, forced to destroy. They were mutated by the government that runs the country.
As long as he could remember, Robin had felt sorry for the Killers. He heard rumors that the Killers are young, used for less than ten years. Yet the Killers are the deadliest agents to ever serve the power-hungry government.
Robin sat down in his comfy chair as he began to ponder. What do the Killers looks like? Nobody had met them and lived to tell of it. The Killers had never failed to kill. But yet, the terrible people who control them leaked out several rumors of how they looked like, of what they are. Robin used to walk around during the day, gathering as much information as possible about the Killers.
There are four Killers. One of them isn't a living thing. The Killer used to be a living thing, nobody knows what. But they killed the poor thing and preserved the memory and personality and placed them into an empty robot. The Killer awakened, and in several years, learned how to use its deadly body. The robot possesses more weapons than mere mortal could imagine. The robot is possibly the deadliest, yet it is not the deadliest. The other Killers all are just as deadly as the robot, all in different ways.
The second Killer, never seen without the robotic Killer, is a monstrous creature, beyond the darkest nightmare. Whether a person sees it, he sees the creature he fears the most. Some sees a gigantic, horrific snake. Others see a creepy spider that gives you goose bumps. Still others see demonic hounds of Hell. The Killer was created with a perfect blend of every animal on Earth, that whether a person sees it, the person sees only one animal, the one he fears the most. Its stingers and claws and fangs all are filled with poison equal to the amount of every poisonous creature in the world; one tiny drop can kill a hundred men. That along with every weapons of the animals, the Killer is quite a monster. It is just as deadly as its partner the robotic Killer and the others.
The third Killer is possibly the fiercest and the most savage one. It is so thin, you could easily count the vertebrates and the ribs. It has bowlegged legs and long arms, so it walks on all four. The claws are harder than the hardest diamond, able to cut through anything with ease. The legs have hard muscles, like steel liquid. The Killer has advanced hearing, beyond the ability of the owl. The creature stores poison as well; the fangs extract them, a powerful poison, as powerful as the monstrous Killer. The Killer's eyes shone in darkness, reflecting light like a cat's. The Killer stalks in the dark, waiting until it got into jumping distance before leaping upon its prey. It was never seen without its companion, the fourth and the last Killer.
The last Killer looks the most demonic, the most bloodthirsty, yet it is the peaceful one compared to its companions. The Killer has a tail nearly twice its body length that delivers an incredibly powerful poison, more lethal than the other Killers'. But its poison sacs does not contains as much as the other Killers' does. However, its legs are double-kneed, which allows it to run faster and leap farther. The monstrous wings growing out of the back does not fly; instead, it is like claws. It can slashes through anything, like its partner's claws. The head and back is perfectly designed to absorb shock and to act like a battering ram. But what capture the attention are the Killer's eyes. The Killer hates to fight, hates to kill, yet it was forced to kill. Its eyes always shone with regret and lust for blood as the wings-claws and tail tore at the victim.
The four creatures, Killers as they are known, lived somewhere in secret, under heavy guard. The government would sent criminals and enemies to the Killers, who would then kill them and feast upon their flesh. There is nothing more deadly or more feared than the Killers.
Robin sighed. Those poor creatures. To be forced to kill, to never experience the joys of life. Someday, if he is to meet them, at least he knows that they are not without pity. Many see them as ruthless killers, but Robin knows that they have souls. And he knows that someday, their souls will sing of life.
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Guys, sorry for not updating for a while, but as you all know, school had started, and I'm busy trying to keep my chin above the flood of homework. Better hope I won't drown in all those work. Ugh. School can sucks sometimes.
To make it all worse, my best friend since second grade, OrchDork18, just told me that she'll be moving across the country in less a month. I have no idea what to do without her. Sigh… losing friends sucks.
Anyway, please review if you like it, and please flame if you don't!