You've already read Chapters 1-4. You know by now I don't own the Teen Titans.
'What's done cannot be undone.'
-Lady Macbeth, William Shakespeare's Macbeth
"It's not the End of the World without a dragon," said the blind man to himself.
Jump City was in flames, its ruins and rubble burning with black, sorcerous fire that the pitiful mortals of the city could not extinguish. The Dark Dragon roared a song to celebrate the destruction, black flames spouting from its wide nostrils. With another great flap of its massive wings, the Dragon flew higher into the skies above the razed land.
A blue beam of energy struck the Dragon in the chest, it roared more at the mortal's audacity than actual pain. Perched on the blazing skeleton of one of Jump's skyscrapers, Cyborg aimed his gun-arm as it built up another charge.
A hooded girl sat atop the Dragon, black cloak writhing in the wind of her beloved's wing-beats. She grinned wickedly when she saw Cyborg, all four of her crimson eyes blazed like hellfire.
"And cue in the Whore of Babylon," the blind man said grimly.
"Kill him," she sang to Malchior.
"With Pleasure…"
Sucking a deep breathe of air, the Dark Dragon Malchior sent a titanic ball of black fire at the building Cyborg occupied. He managed only one final, futile shot before he and the upper half of the skyscraper was incinerated.
A green hawk dove down towards Raven from clouds, screeching in rage. Darting around the Dragon, Beast Boy shot towards her and transformed into a snarling cheetah in mid-air, claws outstretched.
"Down, Kitty…" she laughed.
With a careless wave of her hand, the jungle cat froze in mid-air and turned to stone. It dropped lifelessly from the sky towards the streets below, where it would shatter like glass.
"While you burn at the stake I dance with the flames!" the Dark Queen declared to the damned city ablaze.
Emerald star-bolts splashed against the shield of shadows Raven summoned. Soaring past, Starfire's furious eyes lanced powerful beams at the Dragons belly.
"Come on, Princess!" the Queen of Darkness taunted. Flapping higher into the sky, Malchior breathed his black flames at Starfire, who dodged them throwing star-bolts all the while.
"I am more powerful than all the armies of the world!"
Tears in her fiery eyes, gentle Starfire screamed with hatred at the girl she once called her friend.
And the Demon-girl cackled at her pain. "I laugh at your trust! I take what you love and leave you in tears!"
"All hail the Queen of Hell," the blind man grunted, unimpressed.
Slade stood among the girders on the upper floor of an exposed, unfinished building- one of the few in the city left untouched. He watched the desolation stoically, dark eye staring at Raven with something that resembled reverence. A black, brooding Katana waited sheathed in the man's iron fist.
A dark shape moved in the rafters behind Slade, moving with cat-like grace as it slid down a rope it had fashioned and slowly stalked at his back.
Slade glanced casually behind him. "Enjoying the show, Robin?"
Screaming, Robin's staff snapped open and exploded in a flurry of motion.
But Slade was already gone.
Robin heard only the Katana's song as it slid from its scabbard.
His staff was in pieces, his arms and legs grazed and bloody, Robin fell to knees. Several feet behind him, Slade had his back to the Boy Wonder. The sword glinted like silver as he whirled it back into its sheath.
"God damn you Slade," the boy coughed.
An invisible force seizing him, Robin was lifted into the air and floated towards Slade as if suspended on strings. With his stolen magic, Slade held Robin aloft with an open hand. He regarded the defeated Titan derisively.
"Oh come now, Robin, don't hoard all that hatred just for my sake." Robin could almost imagine the cruel grinforming underneath that mask. "Thank Raven too," he reminded the boy. "After all, this was all possible because of her.
"Sadly, it would appear our fun is finally at an end, old friend." Slade sighed. "You were a worthy adversary, for a while, at least. Goodbye, Robin."
Slade clenched his fist tightly.
Robin's body followed suit.
The blind man's perception returned to the Present. He was at the construction site, standing at the very spot where Robin was to soon die. Mister E's light blue trenchcoat swayed with the wind, his cane rooted to the dusty floor of the unfinished building.
A building that may never actually be finished.
The bandages had become uncomfortable, so Mister E had decided to don his plain sunglasses instead. Not that it really mattered, technically. Blind was blind.
He had arrived earlier than he had intended, but no matter. Now he was going to see how the nightmare had started from the beginning.
"You're mine, Raven," the blind man promised to the empty air, as if the wind would carry his oath to her.
And without even a flash of theatrics, Mister E vanished.
Well wouldn't ya know it Nyakai, you got your fifth chapter already. It's not how I originally planned Chapter 5 to be; I guess I should be calling that Chapter Six now. And no, don't thank me. Thank Megadeth and Pepsi. Lots and lots of Pepsi. I realize this little doozy of a quickie will leave a lot of you in a bit of a shock. Send me questions if you like. I'll answer what I can without ruining the future plot.
Oh, and Mr. E is in fact a character from the D.C. universe. He's the blind man from before and I didn't even make him up.
Well, I'm goin' on break for a while. I'm damn tired.
See ya in a week or so,
-Cy