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The White Ones are a vicious band of white supremacists who have taken sweet delight in the hunt by passing brutal punishment to those of other cultures. Tonight, they'll feel the pain their victims have felt.

Scene Six: Colors of the Robin

The old Jump City high school stood large in the distance. That was the next location. It once housed great minds and students with potential but now was only inhabited by a violent gang of Neo Nazi who were hired by Slade. They were gathered in the auditorium awaiting instructions by Slade's right-hand man Kenji who quietly made his way to the microphone to quiet the loud and noisy crowd. "Everyone, I require your attention." All went silent say for a few drunk belches and mad giggling. "That bastard is out there. It is your civic duty to find him and shred him."

Everyone once again started to make noise and Kenji once again started his speech. "He may look white may look like one of you. But what he won't tell you is that he has a mexican ancestry. You are going to go out there and make him bleed his tainted blood." Kenji was nervous a bit. He didn't know how patient they were going to be with him since he too wasn't of their origin. "Now move it!"

The van drove up to the front of the school and screeched to a halt. There the Undertakers proceeded to once again throw Robin to the ground and drive off. "Okay so I lied in the last scene. But hey at least you got a chance to put that bastard to death huh?" Robin got to his feet still caked a bit with dried blood. "Okay so here's your next scene, Robin: the high school has been taken over by a bunch of Southern fuck white supremacists who call themselves the White Ones. Now there's a slight little problem I will point out. A henchman of mine has been spreading awful rumors about you and they're pretty pissed off."

Robin slid in through the front door and quietly shut it behind him and crept down the hall. "So tell me, my boy. How many more will you kill to get back home?" On the ground Robin picked up a pair of scissors and continued his way through the hall looking into each classroom as he went. One classroom had a man whose head seemed to have been bashed in and was smacked into the now red white board. Suddenly Robin heard movement from down the hall and dodged into the first open room he could find.

"Time to go find that inbred monkey!" Robin had the door closed except for a crack so he could get a good look at his new foe. This man was bald with a few tattoos n his head and wore a black wife beater with blue jeans. His arms too had tattoos each with a racists message displaying white power. 'Shit. Slade wasn't kidding.' The hunter was armed with a metal bat that had a red sticker attached displaying the numbers 666. "Come on out and take your medicine like a good bitch, you ungrateful monstrosity!"

As his foot passed the door, Robin reached to the back of the hunter's foot with the scissors and cut open the back of the hunter's ankle causing him to collapse to the floor painfully. As he was helpless on the floor gripping his bleeding wound, Robin rushed out and began to violently stab the hunter in the gut. After the body stopped struggling against the stabs, Robin threw the scissors to the side and armed himself with the man's bat. "So what exactly did your little friend tell them?" Robin said aloud hoping Slade would hear him.

"Trust me. You don't wanna know. Now go cut up a few more of these chumps. The people demand gore. They want gore and you're gonna give 'em gore! Now move it!" To make sure no one got suspicious, Robin dragged the body into the room and closed the door and continued down the hall. Suddenly the intercom screeched to a start and almost made Robin jump. The following message motivated Robin to find a way out of this nuthouse and leave for good.

"Attention I say attention! Yeah hah that's right! We knows you're here, you worthless half-breed!" 'Half-breed? Slade you're gonna pay for this once I get out.' "When we find you we're gonna make you suffer as much as the others dickheads we cut up. So you'd better fucking run, you little monster! Run and hide! We're gonna find ya! Hahaha!" The intercom went dead and Robin was once again creeping about.

Robin heard whistling in the bathroom and slowly opened the door and snuck to see the source of the noise. There stood a Whitie pissing into a urinal completely oblivious to Robin's presence. As he finished up, Robin readied his bat and swung it hard against the hunter's skull causing blood to splatter everywhere. "Wow. You're really doin' it for me. I haven't been this turned on since...well let's not go that far," Slade said admiring Robin bloody handy work. "Now you'd better hurry up. Someone tipped three of them off that'd you'd be in this bathroom. Better hide."

Robin looked around desperately looking for a hiding place as he heard the barrage of footsteps against the hall carpet. 'No time to move the body. Have to...I got it!' Robin rushed into one of the stalls and locked it and stood up on the toilet seat. The door blew open to reveal the small group of hunters gathered in the bathroom all staring at the body. Robin watched their movements from a small crack in the stall door. "Dumb chickenshit! Didn't even watch his back! Got piss all over the place! Find that filthy half-breed and skin him alive!"

Two of them went out the doors while one remained and began to bang the stall doors open. When he reached the final one, Robin smashed the bat into the hunter's crotch causing him to fall to the ground with only a small squeak to come from his mouth. He looked up only to see the bat come down on his head and splatter it. "Nice one, Robin! Keep up the good work and we might make a series for you." Robin crept out the doors and once again back into the hall to try and track down the other Whities.

"Okay so here's your new goal: try and make your way to the P.E. grounds where you'll find your exit outta this place. Of course you have to butcher more of these assholes before you can leave so have fun!" Robin snuck down the hall and found a map taped to the wall and snatched it into his hands. 'Go north, turn left, south, right, north. Got it.' He slipped it into his pocket and saw a hunter standing in the middle of the hall.

"Gonna show ya, pa. Just wait and see I'm gonna show ya." Robin slowly crept behind the hunter and readied his bat. "You never showed me nothing but a strap and a fist, did ya pa?" Robin quickly wrapped the bat around the hunter's neck and began to choke him into submission. When he fell unconscious, Robin took the bat from his neck and readied into a swinging position and swung it into the hunter causing bloody chunks of his head to fly all over the place.

"I've seen some nasty bastards in my time, but YOU are a natural born." Robin continued to follow the map's directions and led him closer to the playing grounds. "Hey, Robin, listen up! I've hidden a real badass weapon in room 204. If you can find it it can really even the odds with these guys." Robin looked to his map but grew very irritated because he saw that it would lead him very far from his destination. 'But if it's true that it'll beat these guys I'd might as well look.'

It was on the second floor and he had to get to the stairs. After the long trip to the stairs and dodging groups of Whities, he made it to the room. He opened the door to find a dark room with a single object in the middle. Upon picking it up, Robin discovered it was a nailgun. Suddenly the lights sprung to life and the door shut and Robin saw that he was surrounded by four Whities. "Uh oh. Sorry, Robin, but I thought you had better get the feel of your new weapon. So what're you gonna do? Run or take 'em all on?"

"Only one kind of justice for your kind! Break this prick!" They all ran at him and began to beat him with their fists in a savage frenzy. "You're all mouth aren't ya, asshole! He can't even fire his gun!" Robin ran to a corner of the room, aimed for their heads, and fired. Each hunter fell dead as large rusty nails entered their skulls and gouged their brains. Robin fell back against the wall and looked at the death he had wrought.

"This is some of the best snuff I've seen! Now head to the exit. The beers are on me." Robin knew what that meant. More hunters lined up for the slaughter. Robin sped through the halls dealing death to any hunter stupid enough to get in his way. The total body count went up to seven when Robin finally made it to the gate. "Good boy. I thought you could use some exercise so the Whities and I arranged a special P.E. game for you and your cheery hunters. It's called 'Hunt the Bird.' Better start running."

Thank you for reading my latest chapter. I would like to announce that many of you may know that Teen Titans has been cancelled as of January 16, 2006. As I have known, may fans were really bummed out when this happened so I'm going to do my best and finish this story for the fans of the show and of this story. I'm going to get to work on chapter 7 so R&R and I'll se ya next time.