Hey guys sorry it's taking so long I'm a REALY slow writer. To the one guy who acutely felt like saying anything about the story, I only have to say 'thanks man, you don't know how much it means to me not being flamed'. To the other guys 'if you like being cool you're not doing too much of a job, so you're all fired, check's in the mail and let the kid with the hammer hit you on the way out' oh, and may this chapter be the bone stuck in your throat cause I HATE you. So, enjoy.
Chapter three: over shoot
"He got away" he thought to himself as he was moving between cars on the highway as he was moving towards home, towards titans tower, he saw it in front of him, over all the other buildings on the coast, his stood tall over all second to none other like his dwellers. "how did he get away? I didn't mess up, he just did something insane" he came close to his exit so he navigated his bike between the moving transporters and started getting out of the highway to the shipping district, the only way home without gaining frequent flyer miles. He focused at a car in the other lane, he just caught a glimpse of the car but that was enough for him, a black two thousand and two Chevy, the license plate said 'Ultimate X', hovering over the two taillights were two red skulls.
"He's not that stupid…is he?" he asked himself, drifting into his thoughts, wondering whether his newly found nemesis would be that much of an idiot to steal a car, give it a new paint job and take it out for a joy ride (A/N: sounds just like what he was supposed to do in X, doesn't it?) he lost track of everything except the car and memories of his moments with the criminal, pictures of the fights flashed before of his eyes, he started hearing the villain's patronizing voice in his ears, as if he was really there "come on kids, X marks the spot. Just looking out for number one. I love it when the good guy wins" but then he heard something, something that he didn't remember from one of those fights, the sound of a…
"Car horn!" he snapped back to realty, instantly turning the steering wheel to the left to avoid crashing into a car coming from the other lane, he dodged the car that passed him with a fist shaped hand coming out of the window and the sound of the word 'jerk!' but although the endless amount of ways of calling the other guy he couldn't respond for the sole reason that he lost control over his bike. He moved his body from side to side in an attempt to regain control of his vehicle.
"Lady Luck smiles" he said, grinning, after he was finely able to reassume control of the R-cycle between two passing cars, the sound of an extremely pumped up horn was heard yet again, followed by the words.
"Who taught you how to drive?" said a voice familiar coming from behind him. Robin pulled out his communicator from his pocket and in a spring like action, snapped it open.
"Your mother board, Cy" Cyborg's face hardly appeared on the screen of the communicator, yet Robin's voice was heard clearly from the other end.
"What… that's you in front of me? Oh, we are so having the driver's talk when we get to the tower" said the half man half machine.
"Yeah, yeah, just like last week, right?" interrogated Robin.
"Yep" came a response "meet you at the tower?"
"Race you there?" inquired Robin, placing the device in front of him, moving his hand on the gas handle.
"NO WAY" said Raven's voice from the other end; a line split the screen of the contraption to two halves with the half demon's face appearing on the newly formed section with green spots on her face.
"I'm half way from wrecking the seat covers, so please, go faster and spend the rest of the day cleaning up the T-car" she said with a touch of venom in her voice.
"Hmm…" said the tin can man, rubbing his chin "Oh well, I was planning on doing that anyway" Cyborg slammed his fist against the nitro button releasing the substance mixing it with his already pumped up fuel, the T-car's rear part opened, revealing a jet like engine with an electrical blue flame bursting out of it, the car flew forwards passing other cars and the R-Cycle that was covered in smoke from the tremendous engine.
"So that's how you're playing, eh?" Robin told to himself as he gunned it, but he wasn't even close to catching up with Cyborg.
"Then let's kick it up a notch" Robin leaped off the bike and stretched his body in a cross like manner, revealing that his cape was tied to his armed he slammed his feet together; the sole close to his heel was blown off from his shoe by two flames that turned to two straight lines of fire pushing the boy wonder air over the T-car.
"It's in the bag" Cyborg told to himself as he looked up and saw Robin flying over head.
"He can't do that" but turned his head to the smell and sound of Raven throwing up on the seats.
"No… I believe that it is inside the car" said Starfire who held Raven's hair over her head to prevent vomit from touching it.
"Oh man…well, like I said, I was planning on cleaning the car anyway" said Cyborg with an unwanted touch of stupidity.
"Don't make me send you to another dimension" said Raven who destroyed the seat cushions with a burst of black energy between one burst of what seemed to be the residues of a half eaten hamburger to another.
"Ok, Ok I'm slowing down" Cyborg slightly moved his leg backwards slowing the car to a crawl.
"Dude and I thought she hates me" whispered Beast Boy to Cyborg as Raven stopped upchucking.
Raven raised her head from between the passenger's and drivers seats glaring at Beast Boy.
"Might I recommend the going home now? That is without the joyful experience of racing" inquired Starfire after releasing Ravens hair back to her.
"I guess no way I'll catch on to him now unless… " Retuned Cyborg who was put to a halt by Raven who raised a fist shaped hand wrapped in black "But I won't" he said pushing himself as far away from the hand.
Raven recalled her arm and leaned back.
"Good"
(S)
The tower never look better for Raven when they reached their beloved home. Robin was waiting for them next to the entry door at the bottom of the tower, he was leaning back on the tower arms crossed across his chest with a big smile smothered over his face, he started walking towards Cyborg who was at the head of the pack, walking up the rocky hill. Robin reached his hand and helped the half man up.
"Told you I'll win" screened Robin in a voice hardly over a whisper.
"If you two keep this up, I'll crush you both in your sleep" threaded Raven as she closed her hand, two large Rocks behind her were painted black and flew passed the two Titans crashing together behind them.
"Ok, don't have to turn violent on us" said Boy wonder.
"I don't know what about you guys, but I'm hungry" said Beast Boy.
"Yeah me too" continued Cyborg
"I am hungry enough to eat a Zoraborg with mint sprinkles and with the hot of the dog on the side" joined Starfire floating from excitement.
"Ok, I don't know what she just said but… race you to the kitchen" Cyborg dared Robin to another little race.
"You're on" replied Robin and jump started to a crazy sprint to the doors.
Cyborg moved to action sounding a small metallic screech that could be interpreted as
"Oh no, you don't" the men disappeared behind the doors.
"Is this normal human behavior?" inquired Starfire who scratched her head in an attempt to understand what just happened to her two friends.
"No, it's normal teen stupidity" commented Raven, covering Beast Boy's mouth so he wouldn't respond to her sayings, but before he could even respond to what happened, a scream was heard from within the spectacular tower. The three characters ran into the building only imagining what might have caused Cyborg to scream like a little girl (A/N or like Beast Boy for that matter. Whatever suits you) they came out of the elevator and entered the living room kitchen to see that everything was exactly as they left it.
"Please, Cyborg, tell us the cause of your outbreak of emotions" instructed Starfire.
"Yeah, what made you scream like Beast Boy?" asked Raven and nodded towards her green friend.
"Somebody broke in to the tower" replied the android.
"Dude, everything looks the o.k. here" said the green transformer.
"Nothing looks o.k., o.k.? someone moved my chair half an inch" Cyborg pointed at a small portion of the rug that was slightly darker than the rest of the rug.
"So you moved it when you got up that's it, besides, if anyone was that dumb to get in here he'd have to beat your system" commented Robin, leaning on the kitchen counter hands crossed on his chest and raised head looking at the sealing.
"I guess you're right" said Cyborg and went to the fridge
"Cyborg…" began Robin
"Wha?" inquired the mechanical man gulping down a soda
"You're right, X was here" Robin ended
"What makes you so sure it was him? After all he's the only thing on your head after Slade" asked the tin can man, Robin raised his index towards the sealing and replied.
"That" all the Titans looked to see that a colossal red X shaped signature was painted on top of the room with a few rather badly drawn images of what was suppose to be them.
"Cyborg, check the computers, Raven weapons and evidence, Beast Boy go through the rooms me and Star will look if he left something behind" ordered Boy wonder sending his team mates to their given objectives. He grabbed Starfire's hand and left the room with the alien after him.
"Beast Boy, if you'll put a foot in my room I'll kill you" threat Raven, sending chills up the boy's spine, stopping him on the way to the door.
"I'm not that stupid" returned the changeling.
(S)
A shadowy character moved through the Jump city swears, lurking in the shadows moving without making a sound; its cape slightly dragging on the floor. It ran pass a corner marked 'L-16', jumping over olive green rivers of sewage made by the dwellers of the city above, the same people that he and all those alike him were rejected by, forcing them to move down to the underground tunnels that earned the name 'the lower city'. The creature's eyes narrowed to nothing more then two small lines with an X scar painted cross one of them.
"Bingo" he said to himself as he lay his eyes upon the flashing neon sign with the words 'The Persian Cat' flagging and then he knew he was at the only place he had left to call home, he moved through the two doors separating the bar from the stench of the human waste outside of the bar, the neon light flooded his body revealing the X markings on his body, the bar was nothing more than a small business ran by non other than the French man Jacque also known as 'the Persian cat' (A/N if you didn't see that one coming…) a single Television was hung over the bar always tuned on the news beneath it was the a sign 'wall of fame' with paper cutouts of robberies from all over the city of all those who managed to slip through the titans fingers, the bar was made like any other bar; plain wood with five chairs next to it Cinderblock was sitting close to a half drank cup of beer, a few tables were scattered with the casual customers, Killer Moth sat with Kitten both of them having a round of coffee sitting in the table behind them was a new masked guy with an army haircut and an open shirt two guns stocked out of his waste line, Jonnie Rancid was next to two poll tables, the two back tables had sings with word 'reserved' engraved with an X drawn on it or a one eyed mask.
X approached the bar with two giant steps and slammed his hand against the wooden bar.
"Hay Jacque…" his voice sliced through the air of the bar, an old man in his sixties with white hair and a small mustache appeared from beneath wearing a black jacket and blue jeans holding two glasses.
"Ah X mezzamie you returned" began the old burglar "and this time with this…info you need to get you know what?"
"Sure thing Jacque, just like the best, say got a bloody marry for me?" asked the vigilante.
"When did I not have one?" the bartender dived under the bar and returned a few seconds later with a small cup filled with a red substance with an olive on a toothpick in it.
"That would be two fifty three please" ordered the Frenchman.
"Put it on my tab, hay who's the new guy?" returned X nodding toward the man behind Killer Moth as the old man started wiping washed cups
"Who knows came in a few minutes before you did, asked for coffee and sat down" replied Jacque.
X wondered off to the back of the room to the table reserved for him and slowly started drinking as Mammoth entered the bar and inaudibly after him came Gizmo and Jinx, looking for a table.
"Hay Frenchie, give three beers, NOW!" ordered Mammoth slamming his fist against the counter causing the glasses on it to slightly 'jump' for a second or two.
"Why of course mezamy" returned the French man putting the glass that he was cleaning, putting the cleaner on his shoulder and leaned on the bar.
"But first show me some I.D. no?" Jacque stretched his figures back and fourth demanding any kind of identification before giving his merchandize.
The hairy creature's aggressive expiration quickly turned to a more stunned one for the reason that he as his friend has yet to come to the drinking age.
"I uh…uh forgot it back home" replied Mammoth a cough was heard from the back of the shop with the words "Loser, loser" dipped in it.
"Well than I'll take your order as three sodas wee?" asked the bartender.
The Hiver mumed something to himself and said with teeth grinding
"Yes" The old thief went to a freezer at the back of the establishment, opened it and pulled out three bottles with the word "FIZ" on them, put them on the counter and popped them open with his thumbs before giving them to the Hive five member.
But what was happening in the back of the place was what was important, hovering with his jetpack; Gizmo approached the table where the new man was sitting in, escorting him was the bad luck witch; Jinx, Gizmo tapped the man on the shoulder, in response the man turned around to see the two.
"You're in my seat" said Gizmo as Mammoth approached them with their drinks.
"Sorry" replied the man picked his drink up and move to another table dragging the chair with him.
That didn't seem to pleas the over minded chilled who hovered to the man again with both his friends with him and preformed the action once more.
"You're still in my seat" again the man looked to his right to see the group of evil doers with Mammoth with them.
"I get it" he started "You two are the kid's parents" he pointed at Jinx and Mammoth.
"What did you just say you snot snifter?" mooched Gizmo.
"I'm not related to him" announced Mammoth.
"I can totally sympathize with you" the man reached for the inside of his shirt and pulled out what seemed to be a large pile of one hundred dollar bills.
"There's one hundred thousand dollars in there" fired the man and nodded to the small stash.
"And you're giving this to us, why?" asked Jinx.
"To pay for the kid's surgery and… your husband hair cut" the man returned sending a wave of laughter throughout the bar.
"That's it" Gizmo broke out, his backpack opened and half a dozen missiles came out held by robotic arms and aimed themselves towards the man, Mammoth flexed his muscles revealing their outrageous their size.
"You got three seconds to take that back and give us the money, nucleolus for brains" throated Gizmo.
"Yeah really scary, but tell me are those heat seekers or laser guided?" inquired the man examining the weapons from his location.
Gizmo pressed the trigger firing the rockets at the man leaving trails of smoke behind them, the second that Gizmo pressed the trigger the man jumped off the chair to the opposite direction, with a glass containing a burning candle in it, in a whip like action the man threw the candle from his armpit towards the missiles that instead of tracking the man turned to the candle that crashed into Mammoth setting him on fire with the flying objects hitting him and his comrades setting a fierce explosion that send them and most of the items next to them flying through the air crashing and breaking on the walls of the structure, the creatures inside dodged, tumbled and ducked for cover to avoid being hit by all of the flying furniture. The clawed of black smock caused by the explosion cleared to reveal that the bar remained mostly intact for the exception of two tables, seven chairs that all turned to daubery; after hitting the walls of the establishment, and a wall now containing the shape of the three hive academy students, that lied motionless on the floor next to their crash sit the man responsible for the incident was standing where he landed arms crossed looking at his advisers, the dwellers of the bar raised their heads from the shelters to see what has happened, Jacque the bartender disappeared behind a door marked "employees only" and returned seconds later wielding a two barrel shotgun, and aimed it at the man who started walking to the three caricatures at the end of the bar after pulling a jagged hunters knife that was hidden in the back of his shirt, he moved the knife from his left hand to his right.
"Did you know…" he began speaking in a voice different than before, one that was colder and more freighting resembling Slade's own voice "that in some cultures once you defeat an enemy you can take something that you think is his or hers meaning?"
"No, but I know that if I shoot you from this range you die" returned the proud owner of the previously peaceful bar, if you don't count the weekly fight over the crime of the week that is if you managed to pull it off.
"I'll pay for the damage" the man continued walking to the three frightened children, picked the youngest one of them with one hand and moved the knife on Gizmo's face.
"Eye? Nose? Tongue? Or maybe something lower in the anatomy" he moved the knife to the kid's crutch when a whimpered cry came out of the boy's mouth, followed by the darkening of the jumpsuit he was wearing and the spread of an unpleasant smell in the air.
"Forget that one… I know exactly what I want from you" the knife was relocated to his chest and started moving circles around the center, a slight move of the man's hand was the only thing between his life and his death, the man stretched his arm and moved the knife away from his victim preparing himself for the move he was about to make, the complete silent that was held in the structure was broken by the tearing sound of the cloth covering the midget's body, the suits color turned from green to red as small trails of blood moved on it, his backpack fell and sonly after so did he, moving his hand around his chest to know how deep were the cuts in his flesh and for his amazement they weren't that deep hardly passed his clothing.
The man leaned forwards picked up Gizmo's backpack and started scanning it with his eyes trying to figure out how to work it.
"Hay you can't take that you…" Gizmo's lecture was put to a stop after the man threw his knife at the micro man missing his ear by less than half an inch.
"And who are you to tell me what to or not to do?" inquired the man lifting Gizmo from by his head.
A small wimpy cry came out of his mouth as he was being lifted by his skull a cry that could only be interrupted as:
"Nobody"
"Good" replied the man, again releasing his childish enemy turning back to his chair and his drink.
"Hay new guy!" called X the Doe turned backwards to see X and Rancid next to one of the remaining pool tables.
"We need an extra player and you're it" the individual got up and walked to the table releasing one pool stick from a nearby table.
"Five bucks for a ball?" he asked putting chock on the end of his stick.
"Ten stupid" returned Rancid after setting the balls "I'm first" he continued, leaning his chest against the table and sending the white ball to crash into the triangle of colorful balls, the balls scrambled around the table moving from side to side hitting each other but nothing dropped into the pockets.
"Great going kid" sent X taking his place next to the table stating "Blue ball, right middle pocket" X shot the white ball to the blue ball that bounced from one side to the other again and again and only after three times it bounced from one side to the other creating an 'X' mark and dropped it into the pocket.
"Very nice" announced the man walking to the other side of the table so from X's point of view his head would be right next to the T.V.
X went to the opposite side of the table.
"Red ball left corner pocket" he announce as the news got to the crime section, X aimed as the narrator started talking
"In other news today the Teen Titans were caught off guard today; as they visited the hospital a Jon doe they rushed to the scene eluded capturing after righting in a surgery room prepared for him, eye witnesses described the man as 'another misguided Robin look alike' six feet two inches at height wearing army uniform, a Robin like mask with a scar on his left eye and a 'I.M.' tattoo on his chest suspect is considered armed and dangerous, this is an artist sketch of the man" The drawing that appeared on the screen of the T.V. was identical to the man that was standing in front of him the scar, everything was exactly like in the drawing, X focused on the man's face so hard he didn't even notice that he misfired the ball straight to the man's face who grabbed it with his teeth, the man placed his hand over his and spit out a few of his teeth.
"I'm o.k." he said from behind his hand.
"Nothing some ice and a beer wouldn't fix" said Rancid from the said of the table.
"My turn right?" asked the dental patient.
"Yeah" replied X throwing the man his stick, the man grabbed his stick and took his place next to the table.
"Green ball left corner pocket" and so it happened no fuss but it didn't stop there the Doe continued till the very last ball.
"Eight ball right corner pocket" the ball rolled down the table nearly dropping down the pocket but instead it met Rancid's open palm.
"You cheat!" cried Rancid and threw the black ball down on the ground forcefully, smashing it
"I ain't paying for that" commented X while searching his pockets, or, pretending to search invisible pockets
"And I ain't paying you, mask boy!" Rancid toke his stick with both hands and swung it straight into the man's face breaking it against his jaw.
Yet again the man spit out a few of his teeth that dropped down on the ground next to the rest of them.
"Fine if that's how you want it but if I win I'm taking you're bike"
"Wouldn't take that bet if I were you, Johnny Boy" X said. Rancid gave him a look
"I can take him, he doesn't look that tough, I'll use my super powers on him" he said and grinned. The thief smacked his forehead
"Yeah sure Johnny what's it… the ability to belch and fart and the same time?" mocked X covering the lower part of his mask were his mouth was suppose to be.
"Not the sharpest pencil in the box, aren't you?" he said to himself. During this whole time, the man, Dark, was scanning Rancid's body, top to bottom
"What're you doing? Checking me out?" the biker spat and laughed. Dark didn't even smile
"I'm trying to determine what do I have to use to fight you" he threw his right arm behind his back and held out his left thumb
"This'll do" he said. Rancid gave him an odd look
"Just your left thumb? Why?" he grinned, this was going to be easy
"'Cause my right thumb will kick your ass" replied Dark stretching his left arm and than pulling it back in.
Rancid charged in a battle cry, he sent his right hock only to be blocked his opponent left thumb.
"What the…?"Rancid managed to release before Dark jabbed his thumb into his stomach bending Rancid then he thrust his thumb straight into his nose, a breaking sound was heard around the room.
"My nose you broke it" screamed Rancid holding his nose with an expiration of pure pain on his face.
"What did you expect me to do? Throw a party for it?" The army man asked and stuffed his thumb directly into Rancid's fraught stranding him to the wall lifting him off the ground chocking him the biker slammed his fists on the man's arms trying to force him to withdraw his arm but it was of no use Dark didn't even responded to the half brained biker's move the only thing that he did was raise Johnny higher, whose face started turning blue he stopped pounding his attackers arms and with both hands tried pushing the offender's hand backwards but again it was of no use, his sight turned to a blur anything that was more than half a yard wasn't there for him.
"That's it go to sleep" The 'super powered' biker passed out and dropped on the ground.
"Is he dead?" asked someone from the crowd that gathered hoping to see a fight rather than a four move knock out.
"Nope just out" returned the victor of the fight while going through Johnny's pockets taking out the keys to the bike and some money from his wallet.
As the time traveler got up and turned his back to his victim the sound of compressed gas being released was heard and the smell of spoiled milk and rotten eggs spread through the air forcing all the residents of the establishment to cover their noses with any object they could find for a short time.
"What's that?" inquired someone from the crowd.
"Johnny just used his super power" announced X who was the only one not covering his face with something.
Dark went to the bar and tapped on it twice to get the bartender's attention.
"Hay Jacque, you know where can I get so ammo?" Dark threw one of his guns on the bar; the owner's took the gun and inspected it.
"Only one guy I know can help you, I'll give you his number, so stay here and I'll help you" started Jacque handing the renegade a phone number on a note "Say you're looking for something for the released solider and he'll help you" continued the Frenchman and returned to his business.
"One last thing" said Dark bothering the owner's again.
"What mezzami?" asked the bartender.
"What's the date today?" returned the army veteran.
"May six two thousand and five" replied the mustached man, the exertion on Dark's turned from a cold mysterious look to a worried one a one filled with fear and terror.
"I over shot, over two hundred years" this thought echoed through his mind stopping him from noticing anything that was happening around him, he was lost in the shadows of his own spirit until he was disturbed by X; tapping his shoulder, crash landing him back to reality, Dark returned from his little day dream and twisted around to see X.
"What?" he asked not remembering that the thief owed him a large sum of money.
"Before you act up like you did with Johnny boy there, I'll get you the cash, just after Dr Light gives me my wallet back" retuned the criminal.
"But he doesn't have your wallet" said Dark
"A temporary setback" shot the cat burglar, leaving the bar with his cape dangling behind him.
"Is he always like that?" interrogated the army man.
The answer came from all of the bar dwellers at the very same time;
"YES!" (A/N there goes that theory about honor among thieves) echoed through the sewers of the city it's said that it was heard miles away.
"That's what I thought…well I'm out" announced the futuristic army general picking up the phone number from the counter.
"Hold on there you swine" Jacque in an impressive maneuver for a man of his age jumped over the counter, landing right behind the leaving man and tapped on his shoulder.
"Say what?" inquired Dark after turning around and seeing the old French man.
"The money!" said the bartender pointing his finger to the destruction his visitor made in the short time he was in.
"Oh… that" Dark pulled a large amount of one hundred dollar bills and extracted ten of them from the pill
"This should do for the damage" he pulled another bill from the pill and handed it to Jacque.
"And this is for your trouble" the mysterious man left the bar with the doors flapping behind him.
That's it for this chapter focus read your revues, chaoe