Added disclaimer: To the person who said it, though I know you had good intentions, I firmly deny that I am a God, there is only one god and that one is certainly, most definitely, you'd have to be blind, mute, dumb and have your nervous system down to think so, is not me! Just cutting a line between appreciation and over doing it.

I hope maybe to add two more evil OC's from two OTHER writers (Sorry Pakkrat, Grievous and Starofnights, already used one from you) If interested, please send me a review and give me their name and address (Fiction) so I can decide whether to put them in. Don't forget to login in the review so I can actually find the story!

Impressive indeed…"

The Titans stand ready on the foot of the small slope. Magma poured out from a nearby volcano, making the air thick and hot, like the atmosphere of a battle intense. The ground which they stood was solid and black, like clotted blood of a scab. Shekron walked from the columns of vapour that arose.

"No doubt you feel very confident seeing as you have gotten this far…" he says maliciously.

"We played your game Shekron." says Cyborg with cannon ready. "This is over now. What did you hope to gain from us anyway?"

"For someone who knows he isn't real; you have some ambitions." says Raven with a shield around them. A fiery ball strikes the shield from the volcano, but the energy holds.

"For heroes with no life, you are quite stubborn." he retorts, still approaching.

"We cannot lose to you Shekron Kaizer." says Starfire defiant. "We represent all that is good in this world, this realm. We will not let you show that evil will win. Evil can never win!"

"Yeah! So just pack up your imaginations and leave us alone you big scary bozo!" says Beastboy as Shekron stops in front of them. "You can't confuse us anymore!"

"Is that so?" smiles Shekron, and once again the echoes of the alternate pass through the team. Shekron admires their courage.

"We have passed that Shekron!" says Robin, extending his pole arm. "We know that it was all for a reason, and we're here to continue it." and the team holds stance.

"Do you think you have won? Oh no! Far from it." laughs the Kaizer. "Do you think you can ware me down with such words, so unrealistic, so plastic, so… predictable?"

"We have won before." says Starfire.

"You have won many times Titans… but I always come back…" and I shiver.

"What was that?" says Robin, with a bit of concern.

"The writer got scared." says Shekron, without happiness. "He soon realised that I was far greater than he at first predicted, that I am far greater and more powerful than even all the writers combined, such is my entity. I am beyond his control…"

"You can't hurt us anymore." says Raven.

"Then why draw your weapons?" he smirks. Beastboy growls. "Even if I cannot fully destroy you Titans, I am still an adversary that you are unlikely to ever completely destroy yourselves. Even Shekron had no idea who I was! You can never win…"

"Every story has an ending Kaizer." says Cyborg. "We're here to finish it, and you."

"Even if you do come back, be sure that we'll be there to stop you!" says Beastboy. But the evil just shrugs.

"You will kill me, that is certain. The writer has predestined it already. It is wether or not you actually 'win' that will assure my victory. You cannot defeat me, the writer and writers can never face me. I am beyond human. The readers cannot fathom my expansion over all. I cannot be killed.

I cannot be subdued.

I cannot be matched.

I will always be there.

I will always kill.

I will always destroy.

I will always rule.

THIS REALM IS MINE!" and the whole vision trembles and chokes and screams.

"Don't let him get to your heads guys." says Robin as the Titans hold though the ground tremors. "We've taken on a lot of things through our adventures. Every trial and tribulation good always wins."

"I beg to differ…"

"Nothing you can say can break us! You're going down Kaizer. You can go defeated as you are, or beaten back by us." and The Titans flare up their armaments. "Your choice!"

A cold laughter splits the atmosphere.

"Choice? Such a vague term; you don't even know what it is!" says Shekron, still not moving. "Perhaps you would like the feeling of a real choice?" he yells and he pulls something from his cloak.

The titans gasp in horror as Shekron holds the newborn child in one arm, with a wrist blade poised for a deadly strike. "It is YOUR choice now titans." he laughs sadistically. "The writer will not get in your, or my way this time… your own characters will define the future of my actions…"

Robin shakes his head. "Even if we admit defeat or surrender to you, you will still might kill the child out of spite!" gritting his teeth. "WHY?"

"I might tell you later… if you survive. But now, please keep to my question? Even if I do kill the child after I behead you each, it will still reflect your choices. Will you let humanity survive? Or are you willing to make it a sacrifice for your 'cause'?"

"What the heck to do you want Shekron?" says Cyborg, sweating. Starfire is crying and Raven and Beastboy look sick.

"Come on!" says Shekron with sarcastic impatience. "The child isn't even real! Nothing is real! What is its pathetic, worthless and utterly pointless existence matter to you; does it even matter at all? Even if it does resemble every child that has ever been spawned, even your own, but it is only one of many. Thousands, and I even go so far as saying billions, have died for the satisfaction of the human imagination. Pathetic characters that live their existence here for the brief few sentences, then one word that just erases them as quickly as they 'magically' appeared, even you cannot escape such a fate; DEATH! In fact, it is not too different from reality, THEIR world, death is commonplace and REAL! So oblivious, obsessed to their own lives that one death far off isn't really that bothering, so much exposure to it has made it ordinary and hardly troubling for them. Why care at all? Souls and words come and go all the time! Maybe that gives you some comfort, or maybe not. You see; nothing matters here!"

"It does matter Shekron!" says Raven angrily. "No matter what you say, it still can't hide the fact that good is still good and evil is still evil." and she looks to the others and they nod slowly, yet decided. "We choose to care. We choose to go beyond our own needs and our own wants and obsessions… We choose to save." they lower their guard and hope… But there is little…

"Whoops! Slipped!" laughs Kaizer, and the child's life ends horrifically. I shiver…

The Titans look on horrified and blood goes pale… I'd rather not write…

"What is the matter writer? Too gory for your imagination? HAHA! Are not the sound of ripping skin and splitting bone and the shrieks of a child dieing down as it is choking on its own fluids not 'enlightening' to your imagination? HA! Does it not CAPTURE reviews? Is that not why you write?"

A large boulder narrowly misses him as I imagine a comet falling. But he is too swift for such an outright attack. Shekron is an evil beyond me. I shall never be able to defeat him, but I assure you, he will never beat ME! The whole realm seems shaking at the murder, as if the very foundations of the realm was collapsing…

"THIS IS GOING TO END NOW!" shouts Beastboy, unable to hold in his wrath against the merciless spectre, he runs at him, even forgetting to transform. Raven also bursts out in black flame, so powerful that the others have to shield themselves from the fury as it dents the very rock they stand on.

"Not so fast!" says Shekron musing and he holds up his hand. A large wave of lava spurts like a wall in front of Beastboy and Raven and they both stare in horror as it makes a giant laughing skull… Beastboy stopped in his steps… he was going to die again, and I cannot prevent the inevitable… the lava takes them and sinks them into the molten flow under the black crust that swallows them up. Shekron was indeed more powerful than ever…

"NO!" screams out Cyborg, but suddenly he can't move, as if Shekron himself is controlling him. He starts to blur…

"Yes… that's it, I say in hate. Oh come on! Did they really mean all that much? Are they any more valuable than that child? They die all the time! They'll just appear in another story, then another and another as the blasted cycle goes ever onwards. Read it again if you think me wrong! You see my power yet? Do you see the inevitable? Do you see me in YOUR mind? I am more powerful than you could ever, ever imagine… And the entire realm shakes again to my evil core!

"Not if we can help it Kaizer!" says Starfire, and she and Robin fire a melee of Starbolts, lasers and explosive disks at Kaizer who quickly leaps away with superhuman agility and strength.

"Such dangerous puppets! I smile; DOWN!"

Starfire and Robin fall flat on their faces as an irresistible force suddenly makes them obey, like they were…

"MERE CHARACTERS! HA! Shekron, I, laugh in the shadowy, smoky lands. You see? Do you not see it yet? It is so obvious! I laugh! I am not just a shell, I am no character… I am much, much more…

"So are we!" says Cyborg, and he blasts Shekron back. The Octari uses his long sword to block most of the force. "You may be powerful Shekron, but we have just as much power as you'll ever have…" Robin and Starfire also break out of his control. "Don't forget; you're a character too!"

"Predictable. Shekron, I, says coldly. The writer does give you strength to face me. But you are yet again wrong. I have more power than you can ever imagine. You are bound to your characters abilities, while I; I can go beyond there…"

"But you still have your limit Shekron!" says Robin. "No matter how many of your 'versions' you can manifest, we shall fight you and beat you. I don't know how, and I'm not sure when… but I know we will!"

"Such hope... and hopelessness."

"It's still hope."

He laughs "I think this battle deserves more than just my boring apparitions! Says I, Shekron. Let me show you a few 'friends' of mine…

Out of the smoke jumps Grievous Shakar with light sabres ablaze. He is, yet not the Grievous of Star wars, he is the pen name of Grievous Shakar, a reader. His skeleton like armour glows red from the fire. His lizard eyes focus on his victims. "I do not fear the dark side… but you shall fear it in Me." his mechanical voice resounds. Both of the half machines stare menacingly…

With dark hair and wearing a sort of black business attire was Rich. A man, a villain character created by Starofnights to fight Robin and Starfire. He shuffled his jacket and tucked a gold chain into his white collared undershirt. He fixed the gold buttons on the sleeves, as if hiding something… "I have improved." he smiles. "Thought you had seen the last of me eh? Or at least, one half of me…"

"You!" says Robin, recalling the fight he had, the forced battles in the arena, then one on one against Rich himself.

"Why are you fighting for Shekron?" says Starfire, also remembering the trauma. "Don't you see this is all not real? Why…?"

Rich doesn't answer, but another voice answers for him. "Because he was meant to, and it is a lot better than just waiting around in limbo losing to you eternally. You see, he has a score to settle… I'm, however, just here for the kicks!"

Between the two and before Shekron came a puff of brown haze and the third and last OC appears, walking out with large sounds from the thickened metal soled shoes. With brown hair slicked back tight, dark glasses shading his eyes and in a pitch black trench coat, Pakkrat stepped out; he is another pen name creation. He smiles and peers over his sunglasses at the adversaries and at the little 'force' assembled to meet them. "Well, I guess deep down I hold to my wicked ways. This time, I'm batting in evil." he says, as if rehearsed. He will say more…

"We have faced worse…" says Cyborg.

"We will overcome…" says Starfire.

Robin doesn't speak as loud, and under his breath he mutters to himself "…Does it ever end…" They watch and wait for the wind to blow the haze away.

The three evil shadows stand tall, Rich looking darkly at Starfire, Grievous looking phantom like and emotionless, ready for merciless battle, and Pakkrat chuckles and singles out Robin, cracking his gloved knuckles. Shekron fades back into the smoke…

"This should be interesting to behold. It is predictable, but entertainment it is still. At least; I hope you enjoy this!" says Shekron. And…

To Starofnights: I wasn't sure on Rich's appearance so I just wrote what I imagined him to look like. He will use his usual weapons as in 'A Long Weekend'.

To Grievous Shakar: I hope he fights to your standards.

To Pakkrat: I have no idea how powerful Pakkrat actually is, so I gave him the same fighting power and ferocity as my favourite villain as well as a bit of Agent Smith for his Matrix look. Scary combination… I'll be quoting A LOT of text from what you wrote on this guy for his speech, since I can't really express his character as well as you could, I hope you don't mind. (The stuff you did was great!)

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I hope maybe to add two more evil OC's from two OTHER writers (Sorry Pakkrat, Grievous and Starofnights) Please send me a review and give me their name and address (Fiction) so I can decide whether to put them in. Don't forget to login in the review so I can actually find the story!

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Reassurance: I am not going mad. Shekron doesn't have a hold on me, though he is in all of us. Evil will not win… You'll see in the next chapter…