CHAPTER 2- Two bullets spent
Another disclaimer? Ok...
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Teen Titans, except Zero.
Starting from where I left off...
Zero watched the bullet come closer, and so did she. He calculated the distance and time from impact of the bullet. 'Yeah,' he thought grimly. 'This is going to be rough.'
Zero was mid air, arms outstretched, trying to save her from it, but it was going to be close. Zero finally made contact with Raven after what seemed like an eternity, and he grabbed her, rapping his arms around her body, bringing her in close so he could rotate easily onto his back to meet the impact of the ground.
But he felt strange inside, and he tried his hardest to suppress the feeling, but it would not be silenced.
She was surprised when he grabbed her. She first clenched her eyes shut, ready for the end, but then found a comfort in his grasp. She looked up at his eyes, and he looked back. She was embarrassed a little, but she continued to stare into his gaze. She smiled a small smile.
'SHIT! DAMN! FUCK!' Zero's mind screamed. 'Why won't it go away?!' He gazed into Raven's eyes and was struck with that god damned felling again. It made him soft, and he hated being soft, because it made him vulnerable.
This whole time the bullet closed in, and Zero, being sidetracked by that god damned feeling, forgot to rotate just right and was hit in his left side as he and Raven fell to the ground. He winced, but cancelled out the pain. Blood sprayed out of the exit wound, soaking his shirt and dampening Raven's. She realized the bullet had hit him, and was filled with a sense of desperation to help him.
They hit the ground with bone shattering force, smashing the pavement. They lied side to side facing each other. Zero stood up, and Raven looked at him from the ground.
Yeah, he was tall all right.
The pavement had scraped up his right arm, his ribs partially broken or bruised or both, and his trench coat had been ripped off by the landing, leaving the long-sleeve shirt to soak up the blood that was still rushing out of the bullet wound in his side.
He looked down at her to make sure she was not injured; no, just covered in his blood, so he drew his .50 cal. custom D. Eagle, turned the safety off, and walked to the middle of the street. The monster bellowed laughter through the street. Like Zero was going to take him out...
Zero was disgusted by the laughter. He scowled, raised his gun with his right arm, narrowed his eyes, (his left one seeming to discharge a light blue flame...), and squeezed the trigger. The blast echoed through the street, and the silence that fallowed was astounding. The beast ceased laughing to realize he had been hit smack in the forehead.
Zero waited for the monster to fall, and for the spent brass to hit the ground. Then he holstered his weapon. He walked back over to Raven, and held out his hand to help her up.
She was amazed. He had just taken that freak with a serious wound in his side, a gashed up right arm, broken ribs (was there one sticking through his skin?) and only spent one bullet. She stared in amazement and held up her hand to grab his, but just as their hands were about to touch, the beast stood back up, roared, and another 70mm round issued from the beast's weapon.
Zero was caught off guard, and didn't have time to dodge it. This round was explosive too, as it blew when it met Zero. Raven turned her head away and held her arm up to her head block any shrapnel. Then she looked back to where Zero had been standing. He was gone. The beast screeched a victory cry.
Raven's heart shattered. For some reason, she felt grief for him. But she had barely even met him, so why did she feel this way? She turned her head, shut her eyes, and tears began to run down her face. A man hole cover nearby rose a meter off the ground and shot into an office building, sticking in the wall.
A nearby pile of rubble started to crumble away, and Zero struggle to stand. "I'm not dead yet, bastard." He mumbled. Raven's head darted to look, and there he was. She sighed and smiled; he was ok. The manhole cover shot back across the street making a nearby minivan a convertable.
Zero stood up covered in debris and blood, and armed his MAC. He outstretched his left arm, and it transformed itself into a large chamber with a short barrel stretching out of the end, and two semi-long exhaust ports and the opposite end. A cord snaked out of the chamber and attached itself to Zero's shoulder. It immediately started glowing blue, fallowed closely by the chamber itself, and then the inside of the barrel. The large round in the chamber rotated madly and was flung forward on magnetic energy. Exhaust forced its way out of the ports, and the 10cm slug looked like white lightning streaking toward very spot where the .50cal round had penetrated. The projectile met its target, and the beast's head exploded, splattering brains and blood on the street. It slumped to pavement in a heap.
It died before it touched the ground.
Zero disarmed the MAC, walked back over to Raven, and again held out his hand to her like nothing had ever happened. She stared at him in awe as he took her hand. 'This guy can't be human,' she thought.
Blood loss takes its toll though. Zero winced once, and fell forward in her lap, completely unconscious.
'Maybe I'm wrong...' she corrected herself
Not exactly a cliffhanger, but it leaves you in thought.
Tell me how I did, and I'll put up the next one when I'm done with it. And again, if you need/want Zero's full Bio, just let me know, and I'll send it to you.