Disclaimer: Teen Titans is not mine, all rights go to the owners of the show. Any character's not in the show or anywhere else are, however, mine.
Something crept into my head, engulfing different areas of my mind, from thought processes, thoughts I was having, instincts, and memories, but it hadn't reached the wall. I was scared, not sure if I could combat it and hold up the wall. Shaking, I wrapped my arms around my knees, still covered in dull, light gray sheets, and kept myself as still as possible. If I distracted myself by moving, I might not be able to keep the wall strong from the dark, foreign, probing fingers in my mind.
"We don't want to hurt you." Cautious, wary. Like so many people I'd met before.
"I'm sorry you got hurt." A rough voice, reedy and distracting. I willed for it to stop. My heart was racing with adrenaline, and I'd always found it difficult to hold up my wall with certain kinds of voices.
"You have been unconscious for a while, and you are very skinny. Would you like an early breakfast? It is just past dawn and Earth bacon is one of my favorite morning foods. We could be good friends if you would like." Smooth and in its own way, charming. A friendly invite, although a bit odd, but filled with kindness. I want to have bacon now as the scent of its frying, wafts through my nostrils in my own blissful recollection. A small grin lifts the corners of my mouth, and the kind voice giggles at her pleasure in beginning a friendship
Then I gasp abruptly, terror filling my eyes. Control over a section in my wall collapses rapidly. "Look out!" a new voice yells. Female. Somehow I knew it was the voice of the one praying their fingers into my mind. It was coming down fast, and I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to salvage it until everything had flowed out.
"Oh my god," a stunned horror from a shocked and overwhelmed person, something I'd done to too many people by accident. Just then the dark probing fingers began to help me push the tattered edges of the wall back into place. It was only a few seconds before the foreigner's fingers had helped me to push the wall back into stability.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry." My repeatedly whispered apology filled the silence of the shocked room.
"You didn't mean to do that did you?" Male, composed, shocked, and awed. I stopped apologizing.
"No, she didn't. From what I can tell it must be very difficult for you to not unleash that." The one who had been in my mind. I was upset at that, it had made me nervous, scared, and caused me to lose control. And then again it had helped me greatly in recomposing the wall through the force of the memory flood. I trusted this person to an extent, but I wasn't sure how much I should trust them.
"You must be under great stress. Friend Cyborg, is there something you might be able to do for her. Or perhaps you Raven?"
"Well, I'm not sure, I'd have to do some scanning of her brain, or whatever unleashes those waves." I finally looked over and saw the cyborg, with blue parts slightly glowing as had been described to me. It must have been the true Cyborg. A strong voice, with a black accent, or ghetto talk, or however it may be politically accepted these days, although not too strong.
"I can't, but I can help her when she's having difficulty. And I'll help Cyborg if I can." That was the voice of the black shadowed fingers that had probed in my head, and I didn't want them back in there, but I'd wait and see what options could be used.
The very concept of not having the wall with me at every waking moment was thrilling, so I picked my head up to look around at what people I may be rooming with for now on. Robin, Beast Boy (a green human, go figure, the horse was him), a caped girl who I guessed was Raven, and one more girl. I hadn't heard of her. It'd actually been many months since I'd first heard of the Titans, so it was possible that they had had a new addition. Hopefully there was still room for another 'gifted' teen. If you can call my power a gift that is.
She smiled, and began chattering about what a great time I would have at Titan's Tower. It was this kind of constant talk I disliked, although it wasn't her I disliked. She was very kind and seemed to talk innocently, but incessantly, and it was keeping up with that kind of voice that made it difficult to both listen and control the wall. But who knew, perhaps I could eventually learn to talk like that if I didn't have to control the wall.