Okay, so it's been a long time hasn't it? Well, you all have to know that I am going to finish all the stories I started so this one is on my list! In fact, it's up right now! Now, I need you all to do me a little favor...
DO NOT. I REPEAT. PLEASE DO NOT SUBMIT ANY REVIEWS UNTIL THE END OF THE STORY.
Thank you. But now...I shall write quickly back to you.
There's one review I want to question.
Starfire CHOKES On Mustard: Not sure whether that was a flame to me...or a warning to this Prince V guy... But it really confused me... I am not a flamer... I am not sure whether you are accusing me of being Prince V...but w/e. It's cool. You got your point across, (though, I am severely confused) but just for the record, I don't say the F word. It's eeeevil, lol.
ONWARD WITH THE STORY! FINALLY...
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"How do you believe he is doing?" Starfire asked Robin, leaning her head against his chest. He wrapped his arms protectively around her.
"I think he's doing fine," he replied, trying to up her hopes. In truth, he didn't know what he believed. River was his son. He had never had that whole father-son bonding thing with his own father. He had hoped to have that with his son, but alas... Maybe it was to late, maybe it wasn't.
"I have the worry about him,"
"Me to. Me to."
He put his hand on her chin and lifted her head so that she looked him straight in the eyes. "Our son is strong. He will come home."
Starfire nodded and buried her head in his chest.
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Nightengail was silent. She entered the place she knew that Slade would be holding River. It hadn't changed a bit... The same dreary look to it... Cobwebs filled the corners of it, and shadows laced the walls. Invisible fingers gripped her skin, pulling her and bading her to come to them. The ghosts of the past relmed here. How horrible it made her feel...
Taking care to be silent, she made her way down the corridor and through rooms with broken walls. He would be in the cells. She knew that. But all this...it was to easy. There were no traps, no anything. Just like that, she came to the cells, only to find River inside of one.
"River!" she breathed. He lifted his eyelids slowly, with ease and care. He mouthed her name, silent and to weak to speak at the moment. Nightengail rushed forward. Her hands clung to the bars. She took a step back, concentrated, then opened her eyes. The bars flew off from the cement they were put in. Quickly, she ran to him. She lifted his head to her lap.
He ran a hand around her neck and Nightengail let out a sob.
"I thought I was going to lose you," she cried.
"Hey...it's okay..." River said softly. He kissed her lips gently, savoring the moment. Her lips were sweet...just as he remembered. "You shouldn't of come..."
Nightengail shook her head, hair flying beside her. "No! Don't say that! I need you,"
River pushed her back a bit and sat up. "You've got to get out of here. Don't you see? This is all a-"
"Well...well...well... Aren't you predictable..."
Nightengail's eyes went wide. That voice chilled her and sent shivers down her spine. A trap. It was a trap.
She turned around to face Slade, standing there in all his menace. "No..." she muttered.
"See, Nightengail? I was trying to protect you from this future. A future with him," he pointed to River. "A future with the Titans. They would only hurt you,"
"River has never hurt me. You have. You have been the one that caused me pain," Nightengail hissed. "Why can't you just let me go?" She stood now, her anger swelling.
"Because dear girl... You are my prize."
He stepped closer, drawing her near the wall. He lifted a hand and gently, almost with intamacy, brushed a strand of hair off her face. Nightengail shivered beneath his touch.
"My prize..." Slade whispered again in that low voice of his.
"Don't you touch her!"
River, a rush of adrenaline helping him, leaped forward and knocked Slade off his feet.
"I should have killed you when I had the chance!" Slade roared. He sent a kick that hit River in the stomach. River gasped then lifted his hand. He focused his energy and threw a streak of fire at Slade. Slade, who had taken out his silver pole, knocked it into the wall like he was hitting a baseball. He took the pole and swung it hard. It hit River in the head with a 'thump'. River fell to the ground, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
"No!" Nightengail screamed. She threw herself at Slade, wanting to scrape out his eyes. The black energy flowed around her.
"You see! You need me, Nightengail! You are weak without me!" Slade yelled, his voice echoing. He blocked her punches. He blocked her kicks. But Nightengail persisted. Unlike Slade, she had a reason to.
"I am not weak! You never gave me the chance to be!" she screamed back at him. All that hatred...all the malice... It burned inside of her. Now River... NO, she screamed in her head, I WON'T LET IT END THIS WAY!
The black strings flew from the energy around her. They wrapped themselves around Slade, crawling around his neck. They held him tighter...and tighter...
"No! I won't stop! You can't stop me!" he exclaimed. "You can't try to stop me! It won't work!"
Nightengail's eyes glowed black as the strings tightened around Slade's throat.
"I don't try. I only do."
Then. He fell down dead.
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"River... River..."
River's eyes opened slowly. He stared straight ahead. He heard the voice of an angel...was he dead? No...It was Nightengail. The room around them was white. He sat up, breathing hard.
"Nightengail!" he exclaimed.
"No...It's Catherine.." Nightengail, now Catherine, said smiling.
River looked around. He was in Titans Tower. The medical wing. Had it all been a dream? No. It was real.
"I'm Raven's daughter. Beast Boy is my father. How funny is that?"
"Very funny,"
River leaned forward and kissed her lips, holding her close and enjoying every moment of it.
"I am never letting you go..." he whispered.
"You don't have to," Catherine whispered back.
He smiled as he pulled her closer. Then, he kissed her, while the rest of the Titans all spied through the door...
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AND IT'S OVER. I never reilized I was so close to finishing. Well, hope you like it.
Bye!
-Emma