DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Teen Titans (but if I did, the show would be even more kick ass), except for Zero
Continuing on from Ch 2...
Raven sat there with Zero in her lap, wondering what to do. He was losing a lot of blood, but he was too heavy to pick up.
"Um, a little help?" she yelled
Cyborg was the first to the scene, but he took it a little differently than what it actually was.
"What the...?!" he yelled. He ran over, yanked Zero up off of Raven, and leveled his arm cannon to Zero's face. "This guy tryin' to pull somethin' on you? I'll blow his filthy head off his shoulders if he is!" Cyborg yelled.
"No! No! No!" Raven exclaimed as she jumped up. "He just saved my life!"
Cyborg looked at her funny. "This guy? He don't look like no hero to me," he said quietly as he lowered his weapon, examining Zero's limp body.
"Hero or not, we need to get him medical attention; he's got a bullet hole in his side and its leaking. He passed out from blood loss, and just fell on me."
"Oh," Cyborg said. "OOHHH," he said again as he spotted the wound. "Fuck man!" He laid Zero on the ground, and quickly gave out orders to his new nurse. "Hurry and pull up his shirt; I'll ready a bio-foam to put in the wound so it'll stop the blood loss."
Raven sat on her knees and began to roll up the blood soaked shirt. She gasped, and backed away from Zero. "Oh my god..."
The skin below the shirt was a massacre. Scars, bullet marks, and various protrusions of electrical wiring riddled Zero torso. Raven was shocked as how many battle scars he had endured. And this bullet would just leave another one. Some of his ribs were broken from taken the force of the landing earlier, and they were protruding out at odd angles.
"C'mon Raven! What's the hold up?!" Cyborg demanded. She snapped back to her senses and rolled up the rest of the shirt, revealing nasty scars from blades, cuts and scrapes from shrapnel, and various sized bullet marks. She withheld her gag reflex and held the shirt up as Cyborg applied the bio-foam. The foam expanded on contact, filling the wound and stopping blood loss. The foam would eventually be absorbed by the flesh and dissolved.
"He's good for now," Cyborg started. "We need to rap it up and we'll take him back to the tower to rest. Hospitals don't take in partially robotic patients."
"He's gonna be okay, right?" Raven asked desperately.
"The foam will stop the bleeding, and it'll get out of the way when the wound closes up. So, yes, he'll be fine."
Raven sighed with relief.
Zero was lying on the couch in the living room of the tower when he awoke. He lay on his back, with his hand on his torso. He sat there a moment, the slowly opened his eyes.
The realization of being in a strange place hit him, the battle reflexes kicked in, and he jumped off the couch, reaching for his D. Eagle. It wasn't there. He stared in disbelief where the gun was supposed to be in the holster, realized he was unarmed, and dove for cover. He landed and rolled behind the counter of a small kitchen, sitting himself on the balls of his feet. Then his side gave way to a sharp pain, and he doubled over. He slammed one knee to the ground for stability, and he clutched his side. He overrode the pain with effort, surveyed the wound which issued the pain, and seeing that it was sterilized and bandaged, he slowly lifted himself up to survey the room. "I gotta cut back on the acrobatic shit," he mumbled as he rose above the counter.
It was dark, obviously sometime during the night, and he manually adjusted his eyes to the darkness. It was a square room, with the wall to his right being completely made of windows. The windows faced out into the harbor and toward the city. In front of the windows was a massive plasma screen T.V., a coffee table, and the large couch he was just laying on. There was a small pair of steps up to the level he was currently at. To his immediate right was a table with six chairs, and a potted plant. The kitchen in which he stood had an 'L' shaped island in the middle, a small fridge in the corner to his left, and a sink filled to the brim with dirty dishes. The corner of the room in front of him, slightly to his left had a small coffee table and two large chairs. The other corner was empty. Each of the non-window walls had a doorway in the center of them, making for entrances from all directions.
'If I get ambushed in here,' he thought. 'I'm gonna get fucked up.'
He looked around for his belongings, and spotting them, grabbed his gun, a few spare clips, and set of to search around a bit.
He crept out of the living room, firearm aimed forward in his outstretched hand, and wandered around in the halls for what seemed like forever. His travels eventually led him to the roof, where a rising sun greeted him. He walked to the ledge of the roof. He looked down, and found that he was standing on the top of the ominous 'T' he had seen earlier in the harbor.
He lowered his gun and looked out over the horizon. It was a beautiful view. He holstered his firearm, put his hands in his pockets, and just stood looking at the sunrise before a female voice sounded behind him.
"You shouldn't be up yet. You're going to hurt yourself by aggravating that wound." The voice warned.
He was startled and turned a quick 180. He spotted his visitor. It was the girl from before. She was leaning against the door he had just come out of, with her arms and legs crossed. She wore her outfit from before too, just minus the cloak.
Zero didn't know what to do. His only safe exit was blocked, he wasn't going to shoot her; she posed no serious threat, so he decided to go with conversation.
"I've had worse," he said.
She smiled a small smile. She stood up straight and walked toward him. That god damned fucking feeling from before Zero inside grew at an astounding rate. He considered jumping off the roof, but checked the thought.
She approached the wall that ringed the roof, and looked out over the horizon. Zero stared at her. He also considered bashing himself over the head with the butt of his available weapon, but also checked that thought.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" She asked.
He was taken aback. That was an odd question...
"Who are you?" he asked.
She turned and faced him, looking directly into his eyes. "You saved me, remember?"
"I mean your name."
"Raven," she said briefly.
"Raven..." he started. "That's an interesting name."
"And may I ask your name?" she inquired.
He paused, then said, "They call me Zero."
"That's also an interesting name," she said with slight laughter. "How did you get that name?"
"Long story," he said looking away. Bad memories of his friends flooded back to him, and he fought them back.
Raven felt the memories flow though Zero's mind. "Sorry. I didn't know."
"It's fine. Nobody ever does," he said bluntly.
Raven tried to remain on his good side, so she changed the subject. "Breakfast is probably being made. You want to join us?"
"Us?" he said, looking back at her.
"Oh that's right! You haven't met any of us have you?"
"Us?" he repeated.
"Follow me. I'll show you what I'm talking about."
Raven turned back toward the door. He watched her go, then looked back at the sunrise. He thought about the situation he was in, and decided to follow her. What else was he to do? If anything he could stay here until he healed up, then he could split. Hey, free food and sleep, right?
Well, maybe, but you won't know till next chapter now will you?? Heh. No, no, I wouldn't leave you guys hanging like that. I'll get the next one up if you guys like this so far.