Thanks for the reviews and for sticking with me to read this story. Anyway without further ado, here's the fifth chapter in the Titan Hunt.
The Junkmen are the rulers of the Junkyard. In it they control what goes on and who lives and who dies...but not tonight.
Scene 5: Robin vs. The Trashman
"Well I think that all went well don't you think, Robin?" Robin was still pissed off at Slade for the incident in the last part of the Junkyard. 'I could have saved him. If it weren't for Slade and his goddamn snuff film he'd still be alive.' He was now heading into the next part of the junkyard where he would find a lot more of the Junkmen. "Oh cheer up, Robin my boy! Hey I got a surprise for you! You seemed a little blue so I managed to set up a match between you and their leader the Trashman himself! Isn't that great?"
Robin ducked behind a large mound of trash as a new breed of Junkman emerged from the garbage-ridden world they lived in. He wore a new type of outfit that looked like that of a samurai with one of those strange hats to top it off. The Junkman even had a deadly looking katana made up of the scrap metal littered around the dump. Suddenly he took out a walkie talkie and started talking to someone far off. "Hey! What the fuck is taking so long!" said the voice on the walkie talkie.
"Don't worry, boss. Slade said the runner would come to you soon enough. And if he didn't come willingly he said we could drag his ass to you." 'Damn you, Slade!' Robin thought to himself as he watched the Junkman walk around in circles as he talked to the Trashman.
"You better be damn sure you're right or I swear to god I'll tear your goddamn dick off and shove it far up your ungrateful ass!"
The Junkman was sweating buckets. "Uh...yeah don't worry, Mr. Trashman sir...he'll come. I'm sure of it." As the samurai Junkman turned off the walkie talkie he turned around only for Robin to swing his shiv across his face and cutting out his eyes. The Junkman was on his knees screaming and sobbing as Robin grabbed the metal hat off the Junkman's head and started to beat his head to a bloody pulp.
"Woo! You're getting me all flustered here, Robin, you really are! Woo!" Slade was praising his leading man as Robin yanked the katana from the Junkman's dead fingers. "So Robin here's your heads up for the next scene: the Junkmen you faced in the last scene were merely scouts and not that good. These samurai dickheads are the real deal as they have better armor, better weapons, and are overall smarter than you but I hope to see you tearing their limbs off. And on the smarter part, they have made specialized cameras with guns that will shoot you down on sight so I suggest sticking to the shadows.
"Don't worry though because the Trashman has given his men strict orders to not kill you but bring you to him. But I suggest you kill a few of these assholes before confronting the Trashman if you wanna leave this place." Robin slowly made him way around mounds of junk keeping special care not to get caught by the Junkmen's gun-cams. But as he walked about he noticed the place was completely abandoned.
"Slade, what the hell is this? There's no one here!"
"Oh...there is" As Slade said this, a samurai jumped behind Robin and shoved a needle into his neck. Robin soon began to fall into darkness with only the sound of Slade's evil laughter to greet him.
"Throw in the filthy shitbag!" Robin felt himself hit solid ground and was at once awake and staring at a large gathering of Junkmen as well as their leader the Trashman. The man was terrifying to look at with his entire body covered in black plastic bags with large blood covered knives at the ends of his knuckles. His sick grin revealed teeth as sharp and jagged as broken razor blades and flies buzzing around him to top it off. "Before we begin with the slaughter of this worthless pig we must make the honorary sacrifice!"
The crowd roared with joy and the need to see blood and guts spilled all over the place filled the air and made Robin sick to his stomach. But from the crowd he could see four of the samurai Junkmen bring out a man whose hands were tied and face was covered with cuts and bruises. The man tried desperately to escape but his captors made sure he wouldn't and forced him onto a stake where he was shackled. "Let the blood of this disgrace to humanity be spilled before our battlefield!" the Trashman roared over the noisy crowd with a hint of sadism in his voice.
From the crowd a Junkman armed with a rusty dulled katana made his way to the struggling victim and raised it for all to see. And with a swift blow he thrust the blade into the man's throat but being dull the blade hadn't cut his head off but instead left a gaping bloody hole in his neck. The was screaming and crying with blood pouring out of both his mouth and throat until one final swipe tore the head clean from his body allowing a gush of gore to spill all over the place.
"Yes! YES! Now quickly pour the blood all over me. Now you spineless fucks! Now pour it!" The four Junkmen quickly gathered handfuls of blood from the man headless body and Robin watched with disgust as they doused their twisted leader in the dark fluids. "Oh yes! Yes it feels sooo goood! Hahaha! Now time for the Birdboy's death at my hands! Any last words you little bastard?"
After all Robin had gone through he wanted to end this all even if it meant killing that sadistic bastard. In fact, Robin felt ill as he realized he wanted to kill the Junkmen leader. 'What am I becoming?' "Yeah...I'm gonna put you through the same amount of pain you made your victims feel, you sick son of a bitch!"
"Ooooh," the Trashman roared with anticipation, "we got a live one this time! Alright then come at me if you're so brave, hero! Aw fuck it! I'll start first!" The large psycho with the knives jumped into the crudely made arena and dashed at Robin swinging wildly all the way. Robin dodged the madman's swipes constantly until he noticed that he still had the katana clutched in his hands. 'Good. Now at least I can fight this guy.' "What the matter, little boy! Is the big bad Trashman too much for you!"
Robin dived out of one swipe and swung the katana at the Trashman's side hitting its mark. "Arrgh! Errr! What the fuck!" The Trashman gripped his side momentarily and then proceeded to once again rush at the Boy Wonder with knives going in all directions. "Errrrarggg! I'm gonna tear your guts out and decorate my bed with 'em!" As he rushed at the Titan, Robin quickly thought of a painful way to end this match of the macabre. As the Trashman swung his knife, Robin dodged but grabbed the maniac's arm and quickly snapped it causing the Trashman to scream in agonizing pain. "Ahhhh! AHHHHHHH!"
And with the useless arm he wrapped it behind the Trashman's head and shoved the blade through the back of his wrapped head and out his mouth. The Trashman went limp and fell dead to the ground. It was over. The Junkman leader was killed. The crowd grew silent but then went into a berserk uproar and all of the Junkman dashed at Robin and he steadied his katana waiting for the violent onslaught.
-Broken Down Jump City-
The Titans had taken the advice of the arrested hood and went to the abandoned part of the city to discover a gruesome sight. Everywhere they went they found mutilated bodies of gang members strewn all over the place and it sickened them. And as they examined each grisly scene they wondered who would be capable of such brutality and slaughter. The dark member of the Titans Raven had picked up traces that Robin had indeed been there but was questioning whether or not he was responsible for these awful deaths.
But as they searched, Beastboy found a piece of large paper in the pocket of one of the dead gang members. "SLADE VIDEO PRODUCTIONS PRESENTS," he read aloud so all the Titans could hear it, "THE ROBIN PROJECT. COME AND WATCH AS EVERYONE'S FAVORITE TITAN FIGHTS FOR HIS LIFE AS THE INSANE LUNATICS OF JUMP CITY HUNT HIM DOWN IN A BRUTAL GAME OF CAT AND MOUSE. COME AND SEE THIS BRUTAL BLOOD SPORT COMING SOON!"
The Teen Titans finally knew what they were up against but they prayed that they weren't too late.
Robin was in the Undertaker van covered in blood as they were heading to the next location of the film. What had happened not too long ago would stay in his mind for the rest of his life. The Junkmen had tried to kill him all at once and he was hacking and slashing as many of them as he could to escape but it was too much. When out of nowhere the Undertakers had arrived and began blowing apart the Junkmen with rains of bullets that cut through them like butter. The whole massacre had haunted Robin as the Undertakers dragged him into their van and they sped off.
The guard across him handed him a towel. "Wipe yourself off! Slade says he wants you to look good for the next scene so hurry up before I make you." Robin slowly began to clean the still wet blood off of his body.
So I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I'm already working on the next one. R&R and see ya next time.