"Lost,
we are all lost…
I should have seen it in the beginning…
I was never meant to win…
who was I fooling? …
the author created me just to be another villain,
another challenge…
I am nothing…"
"Who is there?" says Starfire, walking the room. It wasn't dark, yet it wasn't bright. It was shadowy, yet as clear and white as you could imagine. A figure of a man sits in the centre, alone.
"So you have arrived at last…" sneers Shekron Kaizer. The view pans around to face him. Starfire is surprised. "Welcome to my realm!"
"What place of a sort is this?" she asks, looking at the vast emptiness in awe. "Is there anyone else here?"
"You might say that…" he replies coldly, his voice then trails, as if speaking to himself. "I have been in the writer's mind; I am ALWAYS in the writer's mind… I have realised he has planned an end for me, an end in which you are victorious… MEANINGLESS!" he screams in choking wrath. Starfire backs away, but finds he is now behind her. "DOES HE THINK THAT A STORY CAN BE SO EASILY DONE?" he shouts, shaking Starfire by her shoulders. She cries and struggles out, only to back into another Kaizer.
"THAT EVEN IN THE DIREST SITUATIONS THAT GOOD WILL ALWAYS TRIUMPH?" the other shakes his fist into the air. Starfire looks around in fear as the faces and voice multiply in their hundreds; surrounding her in the dark room; each of their harsh voice echoes with thunder into the abyss.
"AM I NOT THE GREATEST CHARACTER EVER DEVISED?"
"I AM NOT MERE WORDS, I AM IMAGINATION ITSELF!"
"EVERY THOUGHT OF ME…"
"EVERY SIGHT, SMELL, SOUND AND AURA THAT YOU FEEL THAT RELATES TO ME…"
"BRINGS ME TO LIFE IN YOUR MIND!"
"HE MAY BE THE AUTHOR, THE WRITER, MY CREATOR, BUT HE CANNOT PULL OUT MIRACLES JUST TO FIT HIS WISHES!"
"YOU MAY BE REAL, BUT THAT MEANS YOU CANNOT AVOID REALITY!"
"I SHALL HAVE MY WILL…"
"I SHALL MOVE MOUNTAINS…" (Volcanoes spurt up and dark clouds gather and the noise increases)
"I SHALL POUR EVERYTHING THAT I CAN MANIFEST…"
"EVERY PAIN, SCREAM, TORTURE AND WEAPONS OF DESTRUCTION."
"IT SHALL BE USED SO THAT MY VICTORY IS UNDENIABLE AND UNAVOIDABLE."
"INEVITABLE TRIUMPH DESPITE ANYTHING THAT YOUR PATHETIC HOPES CAN THROW AT ME!"
"THERE CAN BE NO SUCCESS FOR YOU IN THIS REALM!"
Starfire trembles as the noise of the shouts and curses reached a breaking point, until the noise snaps to silence and the room is alight again, with the first Shekron facing her. A breeze from nowhere twirls the dust around them.
"The writer shall have no power over me!" he says, gasping for breath.
"This writer person… is he troubling you?" asks Starfire, concerned.
"Right now, you should be hoping that he can save you from me!" replies Shekron emotionlessley. Starfire doesn't feel that threatened.
"I am warning you. I shall defend my self." she says with eyes alight and hands with bolts. Shekron just laughs quietly. The scene changes to the snowy caps of a icy mountain, the cold wind biting at Starfire, who quickly adjusts her body temp. to match (The same technique she uses to fly through space).
"You need not do that. It is not cold." says Shekron, walking through the snow. Starfire doesn't believe him, there is a corpse frozen in the ice…
"Who is that poor man?" she asks, in a little fear of the mans sad eyes.
"Someone I killed…" he replies. "Just another character I destroyed the other chapter… Aragorn I believe, in response to one of the readers. Watch…" With the snap of his fingers, the frozen body's head twists around in a horrible crack in the ice. Starfire screams.
"Yes, one writer did say I was a 'jerk' but 'amusing' none the less." smiles Shekron and he throws a belt on the dusty ground of the canyon.
Getting over the initial shock of the twisting head and changing scenery, Starfire looks at the strange shapes tied to the belt. Flashlights?
"They are light sabres." says Shekron with a bit of gloating. "It is not only the good characters like yourself or him…" and he points to the body of Bit Cloud being hung from his busted, smouldering Liger Zero. "But the evil characters as well. They are, most of the time, quite a bit more interesting than the heroes. It actually took three of me to beat this Grievous character. Very amusing."
"Amusing?" says Starfire angrily. "You call murder amusing?"
"He challenged me." he shrugs.
"And did he?" and she points to Bit before his neck snaps and his body falls to the ground. She backs away, almost throwing up.
"No… but he had little choice." says Shekron, and they emerge in the room of nothing again. "You must ask; do YOU have a choice?" he says, suddenly from behind her.
Starfire blasts him, and only wishes she had done so sooner. This man was evil…
"Evil? Me?" says Shekron to me. He appears distant from Starfire who stares shocked at how she could have missed. "I am only evil for you made me evil! It is now your responsibility! Evil! That is the part being expressed, being atoned, being imagined by everyone who reads your words! I am not evil, I am but a character!" and he holds up the head of Luke Skywalker and uses it like a hand puppet. "Isn't that right Luke?"
The 'puppet' wags its mouth and nods. Shekron laughs…
"Remember, I am only as evil as you can imagine me to be… and you, like all the other writers, have quite an imagination…" and he glares towards Starfire.
Starfire was not a person who could stand much fear, the many corpses that littered the floor made her scream long and loud. All the heroes, villains and simple characters of Fanfiction lay wasted upon the floor, and from amongst them, shadows emerged… Shekron Kaizer.
"Very effective is it not?" Shekron says to you in all his many forms.
Starfire is outnumbered and she flies up higher and higher with Star bolts ready… she hits something… Tamaran. The image of the planet painted the roof, so real, yet so unreal. Merely paint on a screen. What did it mean? Why was it there?
"I grow tired of the formalities of this series." sighs Shekron, emerging from the planet. Starfire is about to blast at him, but he somehow completely paralyses her with a motion of his hand. He speaks emotionless and plain… "You are not real…"
Starfire's mind boggles as the seemingly endless stream of alternate realities floods her memories. The days, the years, the bad times and the good times, love gained and love lost and the overwhelming feeling of nothingness was crushing her.
"It isn't all that bad…" says Shekron right next to her ear.
"Nothing… everything that I once thought was true… was not…" she says quietly. She feels used, cold and alone. She wasn't even real. What did that make her…?
"Nothing." replies Shekron. "See your GREAT planet before you!" he says without some mockery. "The great Tamaran! The great big blot of paint on a screen! I really envy you!" he laughs.
"But… But my language, our way of life, our people…?"
"All lies and fabrications. Why do I have to say anything when it has been revealed to you? Why do they always have to doubt their 'reality' when it is revealed? I guess that is why I am here… or at least; my original purpose…"
"Why do they…?"
"I ALREADY TOLD IT!" screams Shekron. "HAVE I NOT SAID IT ENOUGH FOR YOU? I GROW SICK AND TIRED OF REPEATING MYSELF TO EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU STINKING FILTHY CHARACTERS!" and he blasts Starfire into the ground.
"Why…?" cries Starfire, too distraught from the falseness of her life, her entire race was just a figment of fantasy. She hardly noticed the pain from the blast… if there was such a thing as pain…
"Starfire! Are you alright?" calls out Robin running over.
Starfire turns her head and draws a smile… a confused smile… she knew she should be happy, but now that she knew the truth… she didn't know how to feel. Where her feelings for others merely what the author planned? Where her friends real; as in 'real' like herself? Was there such a thing as love? When Robin held her in his arms to comfort her pain… she knew that one thing was certain… there was hate…
She jumps out of the arms of Shekron who laughs and laughs and laughs.
"Impressive! You saw through that trick!" he smiles. "Unlike your friend Raven who just ran in head first!" and his other forms start to emerge. "In this place I am free to do as I please. And I please from creating and destroying! Power is what I want! Power to rule here and power to escape the writers, or else control them too! Fighting other characters also gives a certain satisfaction worth noting… but there are other delights in this world…
"What do you want with me?" says Starfire. She had no more purpose, no more friends and no more reality.
"Everything…"
…
"Your existence was based on advertisement." says on Shekron as Starfire tries to flee.
"To appeal to the minds of the male readers…"
"You are merely a pretty face…"
"And pretty body…"
"Used by the writers and illustrators…"
"To draw in those who find your presence…"
"Intoxicating…"
"Do you know that almost every single fiction that is posted is on your romance?"
"Did you know that you have the sole purpose of image?"
"Did you know your personality is as high as a goldfish?"
"Predictable…"
"Did you know how many people have attacked…?"
"Attacked you…?"
"Injured you…?"
"Maltreated you…?"
Starfire is out gaining them, slowly but surely so that only their dim eyes can be seen in the shadows. But the voices still chase her.
"It is your grim reality…"
"Your only purpose…"
"A pretty face…"
"To be attacked…"
"To be pitied…"
"To be despised!"
"All those memories… gone…"
"You are lost!"
"Where are you running?"
"There is no one out there to heed you…"
"No one needs you…"
"No one is listening…"
"Only reading… far, far away…"
"Reading what is not real, but what they enjoy to read."
"Falseness…"
"Nothing…"
"A non-entity…"
"Naught…"
"Insignificant…"
"Irritating…"
"Unimportant…"
"Un-loved…"
"Alone…"
"Without…"
"…Nothing…"
"I DON'T WANT TO BE NOTHING!" screams Starfire.
Suddenly she comes face to face with all the Kaizers, all the Kaizers of your minds, hundreds upon hundreds and row upon row in front of her, forming a wall of dark shapes, which clouds all sanity. Fear takes her as she frantically tries to stop, but she fails to. Faster and faster she is flying in… They are laughing aloud with eyes filled with evil intent. She is flying too fast… she is flying into them…
"Eternity… such a strange, simple term; everything in nothing… that is why it is beyond us…"
…
…
…
Her vision ends there. He doesn't kill, harm or touch her. But I know that he would have, given the chance. I can only hope that the chance that I give the Titans is enough, to overcome the chance I have given Shekron Kaizer to win.
…
"I am not real…"
"I am not here…"
"I never was…"
"I am not…"
"I am lost…"
"You have all lost…" laughs Shekron.
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Please review. Every opinion is factored in and every hope that you have for the Titans will be used to try and save them, as well as every negative used to the benefit of Shekron, who is also, to my disappointment, using my very own imagination to counter the hopes of the heroes. I hope that he hasn't hassled you too much, now being in your imagination as well. There may never be a real victory against this character. He may have already won…
(To Blaze: I don't have anything against the show. I really admire it which is why I write; to bring the best out of the Titans. I may have overloaded them here though.
To Rose: Sorry! As soon as Shekron knew you had a 'thing' for Aragorn he wanted to snap his neck again. Thanks for the flame on 'Gotham and Jump city'. I'll try a different style.
To Pakkrat: Watch out! Shekron is hoping you give him sadistic ideas to beat the Titans! I'm only writing this dark fic to balance out The Lancer bits as well as my very un-serious but fun to figure out 'Teen Titan's songs'.
To Grievous: (Quote) Sorry about the mess!
To Pickles 12: Next chapter is Shekron completely! Keep hiding!
To Anonymous: You just gave Shekron a lot of ammo! He'll twist every point you have to block every chance. I hope the titans can use your philosophical pointers though anyway, and back them up to destroy Shekron.
To Neon Prodigy: Do not think of Shekron chopping your head off. If you do, he has won in your mind!... Sorry!
Shekron Kaizer is not me, he is a character who I created in a story I called 'The Legend of Mace'. He is the leader of the Octari, a clan of thieves who fight against the kingdom of Alphega in a long feud. Here, he is re-spawned in the knowledge that he is a fictional character, a powerful one. In that way, he is corrupted and alternate personality that does not reflect what I am, rather, it portrays the character I loath. He is not me.
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