Baran Speaks
By Rigel7sold
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Nothing. Glen Murakami and that Slack guy created the Titans cartoon, so they get credit for it.
Summary: Mammoth lost everything when she left. Now, he has to pick up the pieces.
I looked up into the sky, and God was not there. For me at the time, there was nothing. I was alone in the darkness, and there was nothing. I don't talk much. It's because she told me not to talk much; It's ruin my image if I did, she said.
We had regrouped after that 'Brotherhood' thing turned sour. Don't kid yourselves. We were more than capable of escaping at any juncture, and you know it. She broke my heart back there. I still can't believe it. I never thought she could do that to me. For a few brief moments, I stared into her eyes. And God was not there. There was nothing.
Kid Wykkyd managed to 'port us out pretty much last minute. Back at HQ, I got into bed, and... I cried. For the first time I can remember, I shucked my ego and cried. I admit, I'm hardly well adjusted. I know that I tend to get too attached. But this was different, I thought. I... It's my own damn fault. Me and Mike, we just didn't treat her right. I wish I knew where she was. I wish I knew what I could say that would get her to come back. I swear, I'd give her the stars if I could, even today.
I'm still a little shook up by it. It's been a few months, and I think I'm doing better. I've got something else to worry about now, anyway: Leadership. I think I can manage, but I'll need some help. Maybe call up my sister, get her up here... yeah, that sounds alright. I can work through all this negativity. But, not just yet.
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A/N: First fic ever. Figured I'd start easy: Mammoth is a character who's easy to explore, at least for me. Reviews, please.