You Can Never Forget

Chapter 5: Master and a Father

Tara got up, clenching her fists, suppressing her urge to make the cave collapse on top him. She didn't know why, but she had a bad feeling about him.

"Why so hostile?" he asked, the tone of amusement in his voice mocking her.

"Who are you?"

"Someone you better have hoped you could forget." He made to punch her, but she dodged, and he ended up punching the wall of the cave.

She just barely dodged his kick, but he pulled out a bo staff which extended, and he swung it at her, hitting her in the side.

Tara felt a sense of déjà vu as his bo made impact with her. She replayed Beast Boy's voice in her head telling her about Terra, and how some guy named Slade had used her to take over the city.

"Slade?"

"Very good." Without warning, he grabbed her by the neck, crushing her throat in his hands. "You see, Terra, you can never forget. You were a traitor, and you still are one. An eye for an eye; you destroyed me, and now I'll kill you."

She struggled for air, but it was useless. She felt her life being drained away. She had no choice. Her eyes began to glow yellow, and several large rocks fell on top of him, forcing him to let her go. Gasping for breath, Terra looked at the pile of stones.

He wasn't dead, she just new it. She didn't know how or why, but she knew he couldn't be dead, and was always going to be there, tormenting her. But that was no reason for her to wait around, waiting for him to. Quickly, she grabbed her book bag, putting her flashlight and blanket back inside. Getting back up, she left her tormentor behind her as she left the cave.

When she out of view and earshot, the rocks slid down, revealing a mangled metal body emitting sparks.

A young, white-haired girl in her teens woke up, finding herself in a dark room. As her eyes began to adjust, she saw that there were crates all around the room, which was actually pretty large, like a warehouse. Looking around, she also saw the outlines of two people. One was sitting, appearing to be struggling, as if bound.

The other was a tall, menacing figure who was walking towards her. Stepping into the light cast by one of the windows, he was wearing a mask, split down the center between black and bronze. The black side had no eye, but the eye that was on the other side was cold and malicious.

"Hello, Rose," he said. His voice was deep and cold, holding no emotion, although it sounded like he was struggling to be warmer.

"Wh-where am I?" she asked, nervously looking around.

"That's not important, for now anyway. I suppose you're wondering who I am." He paused for a moment. "I am Slade Wilson." Reaching up, he pulled off his mask, revealing white hair and a goatee, and his right eye might have once been was covered by an eye patch. "Your father."

Rose was silent for a moment. She didn't doubt for a moment that this man was really her father- the resemblance was definitely there, but she did doubt whether he was really there or not and she was just dreaming this. Then anger built up in her, overcoming confusion.

"You! You're the ass that abandoned my mother!" she shouted, tears forming in her eyes.

"I do not deny that. But I do assure you, I had my reasons."

"What do you want with me?"

"For you to fight by my side."

Rose stood at him in disbelief. This man who had been completely absent from her life until now had the nerve to ask her such a thing. After having one of his henchmen drug and kidnap her, nonetheless.

"Why?"

"Because, you are lost. With your mother's death, you have nowhere else to go, and…" he sighed. "I owe it to you after all these years."

"What makes you think I'd believe a load of crap like that?"

"It's up to you whether or not to believe me. However there is one thing I believe you are entitled to: revenge."

She looked at her father, confused. He walked over to the other figure, who was tied up and gagged. "This is the my brother, Ravager III , the man that killed your mother and tried to kill you." New tears formed it her eyes, but these were a combination of sorrow for her lost mother and hatred, not for her father this time, but for the murderer that sat before her. She heard the scraping of metal and found an automatic thrown at her feet. "We're going to erase the memories of the Ravagers now, Rose."

She stared at the gun. He couldn't be serious. She felt her conscience holding her back. But then she looked at Ravager and anger built up in her. She reached for the gun and aimed it at him. "Go ahead, Rose," he encouraged. She paused for a moment, then pulled the trigger, releasing a series of shots. She had never fired a gun before, and wasn't prepared for the shellshock, and dropped the rifle.

Her mother's assassin lay there, still bound, in a pool of his own blood. Something signaled that she should feel compassion, but she felt better somehow, like this was the first step in a new life.

"You did the right thing," she heard her father's words.

AN: Ok, sorry for the long wait! Probably not even worth it But I got lazy. And Slade's line about erasing memories was taken directly from the comic, so yeah, copyrighted by DC comics, along with the rest of Teen Titans.