Disclamer: I do not own Teen Titans or any of the songs used in this fanfic, I do however own the character Siren.
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It was quiet for a moment. The tye dye clad boy before the Titans had lowered his head to look at the floor, as if he couldn't bring himself to look upon them after he had confessed his reason for being before them, shameful at showing weakness. Fists still clenched tightly, the knuckles began to turn white from the force of the grip, arms shaking a bit. It was about that time that a certain green shapeshifter decided to come out of hiding.
At some point, BB had morphed into a tiny spider and climbed onto the ceiling above, right over where Siren sat. Dangling from a single thread of webbing, BB began to shift his weight from side to side, making his tiny body 'swing' through the air like an arachnid acrobat. Letting go from the strand of web, he flew through the air a few feet before shifting back into his human form, landing gracefully on his feet with a small frown, having heard the whole saddening story from the ceiling.
"I...am not sure as to my sisters where abouts, she is not the kind of person whom I wish to be keeping in touch with." Starfire said, breaking the awkward silence. Remembering back to the last couple times she had seen her sister, Star shivered a bit. "..When was it that you...err...saw her last?" The emerald eyed alien girl asked, chewing lightly on the inside of her cheek, a light rosy tint filling her cheeks as she remembered what it was they were 'doing' last.
"...about a year and a half ago." He responded, fists slowly un-curling, slightly bleeding nail marks could be seen in his palms, a sign of just how tightly they were fisting. "…Thank you for your help. Do you know anything that would help me find her?" He asked in a small voice.
"No, I am most sorry, but we know nothing." Starfire said in a similar voice, feeling truly sorry for the boy who her sister had hurt.
Siren just nodded his head. "Thank you...I'll leave you be."
Raising a shaky hand, Siren picked up his backpack and slung it over his shoulder, not saying anything as he turned around and headed out the front door. His backpack seemed to hum lightly, a gentle melody began to sound from it next, most likely from a boom box of some sort. Robin almost growled as he sprinted toward the door, he didn't care if Batman saw some stupid pictures, HELL, Siren wouldn't be able to send them if he was behind bars. Grabbing the muscular young man by the shoulder, Robin whipped him around so they were face to face. "Listen you, I don't give a damn if you got used by Blackfire for a one night romp, you are a criminal and I am not letting you get away to do whatever you damn well please with no concern for the law! Maybe if you were a decent citizen then you wouldn't have been taken advantage of by that bitch!" Robin barked, he was really angry right now, but his face fell a little when he saw the look in Sirens eyes...so dull, empty.
"You don't have to worry about me causing any trouble.." Siren spoke in a voice that was so sad and empty that it was almost heartbreaking to listen to, weakly brushing off the Titan leaders hand from his shoulder, Siren walked out the front door and into the pouring rain, an audible whoosh was heard as it closed behind him. "Dude, do we really want him to be on the loose?" Asked Beastboy, moving to stand at their leaders side, who was currently grinding his teeth. "No we don't!" Robin growled in response, pulling free one of his extendable Bo staffs from his bet as he sprinted toward the front door, but halted as a sound reached his ears from the outside. A Gunshot.
Everyone froze, they weren't aware of what had just occurred outside their walls, a couple were almost afraid to find out. Robin, swallowing the collection of spit that had accumulated in his mouth, reached up and pressed the 'door open' button on the wall. The sight he was greeted with was one that would haunt his memory for a long time.
Siren, was about twenty feet away on his knee's and facing the ocean. He wasn't moving, and something noticeable was clutched limply in his right hand, a gun. Though his back was to the Titans front door, it was easy to surmise what had happened from the dark reddish stain that was rapidly growing on the back of his shirt. Siren shot himself.
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