Hi! It's me Angel again. This is the Sequel to 5 GOLDEN TITANS ETC ETC so if you haven't read it you will be thoroughly confused. If you have read it then enjoy this! It's the next chapter with the three werewolves and the teen titans. The Teen Titans are not my own, but Demitri, Adia, Nree, and Lily are my creation and characters. Other characters will be added later that will be my own but I'll tell you about those later lol.

Angel

Chapter 2-Joy to the Wolf

The place had been deserted, large amounts of debris and rubble scattered everywhere as she walked down the hallway, searching for whatever she could find. The machines left there were useful, if they were properly fixed. Most did not know how to use them; hence why they were left in the abandon mine shaft after the investigations had been closed.

Many were still very much so intact, only one completely destroyed as she approached the heavenly room now full of dust, the walls cracking from where chains used to hang on either side.

This was a battlefield, between the ignorant and the powerful.

"Hunter, the poor fool," she muttered to herself, picking up a small glass shard covered in dried blood. "Trying to win against a Terrheial…what a waste of time."

She was slender, dressed in a black uniform with a strange and long tan coat. Her hair was long and wavy, dark brown as her eyes were green like ivy. She raised her wrist to her lips, a small round speaker on the bottom of it connected by a thin strip of elastic.

"Still haven't found anything really useful, a few small machines we can use or take parts from," she stated into the speaker. "Looks like I haven't found the tech room yet…I know he had one."

"Find and take whatever you need to get the job done," a male voice said from the small, black device. "We're in no rush, are we?"

"No, I suppose not," she muttered in response. "They will stay put until we take them…but it would be nice to have them sooner rather than later."

"That's why you have to get the parts, so go and get them," the voice stated, becoming irritated.

"Where's Pyre?" she asked.

"On his way, you need some help?"

"If I'm going to get the parts I need its going to take more than just me carrying them back to you guys," she stated, kicking the rubble of bars, metal, glass and dust to see if there was anything hidden that she might need.

"Leave it to Hunter to get himself killed," the male voice stated. "At least his stuff is easy pickings now."

The woman found nothing of use. She continued back through the hallway and followed her way through the decrepit rotting maize of a place. She found a crooked set of doors, one hanging only on one rusted hinge with a dark room beyond.

She glanced inside, seeing the reflective walls and shining surfaces of a large, strange room, a consol connected to the floor and a few strange beams in each of the counters. She kicked the weak door off of its support, walking inside as the dim light from behind her lit up the room more, revealing what it truly was.

"This'll come in handy…" she stated to herself grinning. She lifted the speaker again. "He's got a teleporter, tell Pyre to bring some welding and cutting tools, we're taking this thing home."

"Why would we need that?"

"It can change molecules into energy, pure energy and re-create that energy into living matter—but if we were able to separate certain parts of that energy and re-dispose of it, say in another amount of matter…well lets just say that it'll be a lot easier than killing a bunch of people all at once," she stated, wondering if it would still work after such neglect.

"You just said a bunch of mumbo-jumbo to me and I didn't get a word of it," he muttered. "'Cept the easier but less fun part."

"That's why I'm here and you're not," she stated, walking to the control panel and running her fingers along its edge. She looked at it carefully, before pulling from the inside of her strange tan coat a thin metal bar, digging it in between a panel along the side of the t-shaped large remote.

"What's you up to now?"

"Trying to figure out if he's still stealing power," she muttered. She yanked the thin metal cover from the side, setting it down before glancing at the many wires and coils before her, reading them easily as if they were large printed words on a small page. She yanked two out, cutting them a part with her thin metal bar and pulling out two rubber gloves from the inside of her coat. She slipped them on, before re-wiring the wires, a spark ensuing before her but around her a hum began and the lights flashed on.

"He's still got power," she stated, sitting up and standing in front of the control panel. "Now…let's just see if this thing still works."

"Is that really a good idea, Zix?" the voice asked.

"Maybe, maybe not," she replied, beginning the sequence of buttons at such a speed it was as if she weren't hitting any of them. There was a flash of power as a louder humming began to echo in her ears, something charging up.

"Captain, I think we have launch," Zix laughed, hitting more buttons. The four towers around her were suddenly surrounded by blue electricity. It traveled up them like snakes, the strange zapping noise surrounding Zix but not making her nervous. She waited patiently as the lights flashed and dimmed, the power gathering at the top of each tower. Something burst from the walls, a panel flying towards Zix and the control panel. The charged towers traveled towards it and soon the entire room became dark as a loud boom and pop echoed in the air.

"Zix!"

There was no answer.

"Zix! Are you alright! Zix!"

"Fine," she stated in a more frightened voice. Then…she heard it.

Something else was breathing… and it wasn't her. She quickly picked up her thin, metal bar and walked back out of the door slowly, unable to se in the darkness again.

She heard footsteps slowly coming closer, loud, thunder-like footsteps as something approached her. She stepped back farther as they came into the light, something…something horrible had happened in there…

A man…some sort of man…half beast…with a gleaming metallic arm and a strange dark tail stepped out, his dark blue eyes down, his tall stance and shaggy hair too familiar.

"H-h-how?"

His eyes glanced up at her.

"It can't be…you…you're dead…"

"Zix? What's going on?"

"We—have a surprise visitor, Ruse," Zix replied.

"Who?" Ruse demanded.

"You'll see when I bring him," Zix replied, "Make sure Pyre gets here real fast…we've got an old friend who may need some rest."

Zix, Pyre, and Ruse are all my characters too! NO TOUCHY!