Authors Note: Now my little readers it has come to my attention that you all have been very naughty boys and girls as punishment I sentence you all to an eternity okay half of an eternity in the abyss! Mua ha ha ha ha ha ha!
JK but seriously though several of my stories have been posted for days and no one has even glanced at them! Yes they are Turok TT crossovers and yes Rage Wars has now been changed to Glorious Warfare the stories have been modified quite a bit and I would love to get your opinion on it.
And I know it's a little late but I have recently created a prequel to Glorious Warfare, title called A Heroes Torment in which case features the badass slightly changed Turok villain Bastille. Both stories are a lot better than they sound and I could really use the reviews, and no they both do not follow the current Turok games in any way. I would love to get your opinions on them, since they're what I look forward to reading when I come home from SHS, do all my chores, fix the house, clean my room, and finally homework. Back to the point looking forward to your reviews…enjoy this chapter!
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Ch.3 Was It The Devil?
The alarm clock set off and Raven groaned and rubbed her temples, she hadn't slept since that nightmare and had a splitting headache. It was tempting to just stay in bed and not bother getting up at all. But she knew all too well that Robin had combat training in mind today. Forcing herself to sit it she stepped out of bed and nearly screamed when she saw the ratty fedora hat on her floor.
Forcing her lips shut she strode over to the vile thing and was going to levitate it into he wastebasket when she hesitated. It could be a clue that she needed to figure out what was going on, sighing she opened a cabinet drawer and flung the hat inside and shut it. Deciding to get ready for the day she walked over to the bathroom and shut the door.
Thirty minutes later Raven walked out of her room and down the hallway in search of some tea to soothe her throbbing cranium. Raven walked past the sliding doors and nearly stumbled down a small freight of stairs leading to the kitchen. She examined the room and saw that Robin and Star were sitting next to one another on the couch watching TV. While Cyborg was shoving enormous quantities of food down his gullet in the kitchen and Beast Boy sat alone stooping over a cup of orange juice. His expression lit up when he saw Raven enter the room.
Raven walked over to a boiling kettle that was on the stove and selected a cup on the counter next to it. She anxiously poured the liquid into it's holder and set the kettle down. She was about to leave when she heard someone pulling out a chair and saw Beast Boy preparing a place for her at the table.
"Should I just go or sit next to him?" She asked herself.
Deciding to be rude she slowly took a seat next to the green skinned hero, "Good morning Raven." Beast Boy greeted her.
"Good morning Beast Boy." Raven mumbled taking a sip of her tea.
Beast Boy patiently waited for Raven to set down her tea cup before continuing on, "Raven are you okay?" He asked.
Raven looked up at him, "What do you mean?"
"I heard you scream last night, are you alright?" He asked again.
Raven's mind flooded with gruesome images of that creature, "Should I tell him?"
"No Beast Boy nothing I wrong I just had a nightmare." She lied to him.
"There's no need to get him involved with all of this," She reasoned with herself, "I'm pretty sure I can handle this all on my own."
Beast Boy nodded when she said this and sat up to leave, Raven did the same and headed for her room. Cup still in hand she slid open the doorway, and stepped into her quarters. She walked past the drawer which held the dreaded hat and paused. It was as if some strange force was calling her, begging her to release it. Curiosity getting the better of her she set down the cup on the top of the covert, hands shaking she grabbed the metal handles of the drawer and slid it open.
There it was the item that was the root of her fear, black and worn by element there was the hat with blood red letter inscribed in the interior. Raven slowly picked up the hat and examined the signature.
"Fred C. Krueger." She read a loud, "This could help me get to the bottom of all of this."
Raven set the hat down on her bed and stretched out, "I need to rest my eyes, I'm too tired to do much of anything." Head on her pillow, she slowly closed her eyes.
Out of nowhere Raven heard a most unfamiliar sound, the sound of a gas powered machine turning. Puzzled she opened her eyes and searched her room for a source and stopped in front of her closet. Hands shaking she pulled it open, when something exploded through.
"BAM!" A hand shot out of the darkness and grabbed Raven by the hair.
She screamed in pain and tried to pull away when a second object erupted from the oak wood. Raven couldn't make out what it was but when it came into view her eyes widened in horror. It was no arm, but a whining, rusty, caked in blood and mud a chainsaw! Raven screamed when the grisly weapon was about to come down on her neck.
Raven shot out of bed and a scream erupted from her throat, she checked her alarm clock. It was six pm.
"Oh no I missed combat practice!" She realized.
Suddenly sirens and red lights went off in her room, the gem in her cloak began to blink. Raven stepped out of her room to see Robin gunning down the hallway.
"What is it?" She called out.
"Trouble downtown move!" He answered.