The Titans' Funhouse of Horror

"Chuck do you copy?"

No answer.

"What the fuck is going on Crow? First Delta, now-." Mike was cut off by a piercing scream that spread like wildfire through the tower, immediately followed by the tower's alarm system activating, waking all the occupants in an instant.

"Shit Shit Shit SHIT!" Crow cursed.

"All units, subjects are awake, repeat subjects are awake!" There really was no point in stating the blatantly obvious.

An explosion rocked the tower, and the alarm abruptly cut off.

There was silence once more, and Crow could hear a slight scuffling of padded feet just at the outskirts of his vision.

"Oh Jesus! They have a Gorilla! A fucking Gor-."

"What the fuck is that? Fire! Kill it!"

The mercenaries opened fire on the other side, their silenced MP-5's making a chilling slit slit slit slit slit as they expelled each round.

"He's coming from the shadows! It's-."

Every voice he heard was abruptly cut off.

"Find cover and regain control! We are trained soldiers! We are not going to be taken down by a group of infants!" Crow yelled into the microphone and quickly ran back down the corridor, Mike following close behind.

"What the fuck is happening? This sounds like a fucking house of Horrors!" Mike stuttered.

The teenage leader of the group, a boy named Robin, was astounded as to how far their enemy managed to infiltrate the tower. His traffic-light coloured uniform hugged his skin and a yellow cape fluttered behind him.

He wore a black and white mask that covered his eyes. He extended a long silver staff from a weapons belt that wrapped around his waist, and held it firmly in front of him. He hadn't been able to find the others yet, but he prayed to God that they were still alive and fighting.

He exited the room in a flurry of rage.

He proceeded down the corridor that his door opened to and looked for any sign of the now silent enemy. There had been sounds of gunshots ringing through his room and others, but they had now ceased, along with the cries of terror.

He knew that those still alive had now managed to group together and will attempt another incursion towards the sleeping quarters of the tower.

He wasn't going to let that happen.

A peculiar sound reached Robin's ears, a hollow whistling sound, like the sound of something small being lobbed…

5…

4…

He spun quickly and held his staff baseball style. Bringing the staff around, he struck the fragmentation grenade and sent it back towards its origin.

3…

2…

There were muffled cries and screams as those who had thrown it now attempted to flee its blast radius.

1…

Boom.

The explosion rocked the tower and sent Robin flying off his feet and onto his rear before he turned on his stomach and covered his head. There was no fireball as seen in countless Hollywood movies.

There were only small metallic shards, traveling at breakneck speed directly perpendicular to the blast of the grenade. They flew above and past him, avoiding him entirely as the angle at which he lay shielded him.

The other mercenaries, however, were not so lucky.

The shards of metal found skin and flesh, embedding themselves efficiently in two soldiers' bodies. They screamed in pain as the metal seared their muscles and entered their retreating back and skull.

These shards are not designed to kill, only to maim and injure. Of course, if one enters your skull…

The two bodies dropped, their backs now a mess of ragged holes and messy openings here and there. Robin approached the two and concluded that they were left behind to take care of him.

He coldly stepped over their bodies after raiding their equipment and finding a combat knife in each. As he was not an expert marksman, the knives would have to do…

Cyborg had been recharging during the attack, standing in hibernation with his eyes closed. He was standing still, like a giant monolith, glowing a very faint blue to signal that he was still operational.

The alarms had sounded, and the sonic receptors in his metallic skull picked up the sound and registered it as a potential danger before his human mind could even wake up. His eyes opened and he stepped off his recharge platform, arm cannon raised.

He exited the door and found himself surrounded by four heavily-clad soldiers. For a second, they didn't notice him, as they had their backs towards him, until he proceeded to grab one by the skull and throw him through a wall at a terrifying speed. The figure flew through the door and landed in a heap, his spine broken.

The other three turned and saw him. A towering mass of muscle and machinery, it displayed a face clenched in anger and rage, its red eye glowing brightly.

"What the fuck is that? Fire! Kill it!"

They opened fire; bullets ricocheted off his titanium reinforced body and struck the plastered walls. They still continued with their barrage until their guns clicked uselessly.

They were dry.

Cyborg grinned menacingly and cracked his knuckles.

He reared his arm back and punched the first in the chest, breaking all his ribs and puncturing his lungs. The force of the punch rammed the soldier into the wall, Cyborg's fist still accompanying it.

Cyborg withdrew his fist and converted it into his sonic cannon. He leveled it at another soldier and released an awesome beam of blue energy, slamming the soldier in his face and slapping him to the ground in an instant.

The third soldier withdrew his Desert Eagle and attempted to put some .50mm sized holes in Cyborg's body.

That did him no good.

Cyborg whirled around and gripped the soldier by the throat, effortlessly lifting him up off the ground. The soldier struck the metal fingers that choked him desperately, but it was to no avail.

Cyborg's grip tightened, and he broke the soldier's neck.

He dropped the soldier's body and strolled recklessly down the corridor.

"Fuck Fuck! Units two and three have sustained heavy casualties, and there is no response from unit five! We have lost contact with Unit one, but units four, six and seven are still healthy."

"How many does that make us all together?"

"Fourteen."

"You mean to tell me we lost eleven fucking men to these kids?"

Mike gulped. "Yes sir."

Crow clenched his fist and rammed it into Mike's face, dropping him to the ground.

"Bart! You're second in command."

"B-But Sir I-."

"Do not question me."

The small figure, apparently named Bart, nodded meekly and approached Crow's side.

"Get the remaining units and men to converge on my location, the living room. From here we will hunker down until we figure out a next plan of attack. Got it? Good."

Bart got it.

"All units come in, this is marine four, ordering everyone to retreat to the living room ASAP, I repeat, get your asses here right now!"

Bart repeated the order a few times, ensuring that everyone carrying a receiver would be able to hear it.

"Affirmative."

"Rodger that Marine, we'll be right up."

"About ing time."

Within a span of precisely seven minutes, eleven soldiers piled in to the living room, using up-turned tables and sofas as cover whilst they knelt behind them. They rested their MP-5's on the top of each makeshift barricade and peered cautiously over.

A defensive perimeter was formed around the living area, and true to Crow's words, they hunkered down.

Crow examined what remained of his unit. Only his best soldiers remained, but he was confident that they would be able to eliminate the Titans, thanks to his contingency plan.

"Blaze and Walker, you two proceed down towards the base of the structure and place your C4 Charges as a contingency measure. Make sure you are not seen or detected, understood?"

The two men nodded in affirmation before exiting the defensive shell and entering enemy territory.

They disappeared into the shadows like a whisper in the wind.

"Triple J-." Crow began, indicating to three soldiers named Jones, Jamison and Jackson. "-You three exit this room through the kitchen and proceed down the corridor until you reach a flight of stairs." Crow stated, reciting from memory the floor plan of this tower.

"I want you three to secure that stairwell."

"No problem Chief." A low, booming voice echoed in the poorly illuminated room, its source being a literal tower of a man with his MP-5 in one hand and the Desert Eagle in the other. He was built 'Like a brick shithouse' according to close friends and peers.

He was followed by two men of equal height and build, and these three charming characters were the muscle of his team. They lumbered towards their objective, their massive forms barely able to fit through the arched doorway.

"Triple M!" Crow barked, addressing Marks, Martin and Merrick. "You three take care of the stairwell on the western wing. Now!"

They didn't reply in affirmation, instead simply unsheathing their combat knives and holding them backhanded before slithering out the western door.

"Greaves, I want you to disable power in this ed up house. Shut down those lights!"

"Yes sir." One last man scooted off.

Crow conducted a quick tally. This left five men, including him, to locate and eliminate five Teen Titans.

It was time to put 'Plan B' into effect.

Crow's way of thinking was thus: If infiltrating and eliminating the Tower's occupants by stealth did not work, he would gather his men and order them to locate and secure strategic checkpoints throughout the Tower. The two stairwells were his first priority, as they were the only flight of stairs that traveled from the bottom floor all the way to the rooftop. His second order of business was to eliminate power. Not just to plunge the tower into darkness and thus provide him with an advantage due to the night vision goggles all his men were supplied with, but to also disable the elevators that were currently operational, forcing the titans to use the stairs that Crow had just captured in order to navigate the tower. His contingency plan was brilliant but brutal. If the Titans manage to eliminate his unit, then one press of a switch will cause five C4 Satchel charges planted on the structural supports of the tower to explode, bringing the tower down in a mess of twisted steel and fire.

He had covered all ground, or so he thought.