RR76:sigh: This SUCKS! My dad made me get my haircut today. I look like the 50s! Kill me now.
And, as usual, nobody my age around to talk to, nowhere to go--not that I'd WANT to go out looking like the 50s--did I mention to kill me? Anyway, my only option is to hide my 50s looking self in shame until it grows back. And oh yes, it will grow back...hehehehehehehehehe...
Responses...sigh...
Rory: Do not question me! And yes, I'm sure. Whoobles.
The Desperado: Wait no more, my friend.
SaintH: Damn them Nazis. Heh, I thought that'd be a good line. And the chapters'll be better now. All I really need to do to make a chapter good is to throw in Carson.
EMBER91: Yes...it's over...or is it? BOO!
Queenie: Heh, my evil plan worked! Muahahahahahahahahahahaha! Seriously. I thought you'd like the Nazi death. If it helps, I'm half Mexican and I don't speak any Spanish. Except for a few phrases. And did you know that two of your friends have the same names as people I know from school? Weird...
NOTE: The author of this story does not endorse child sex.
Don't own, yadda yadda yadda.
Blood stung Carson's eyes as he struggled to get back on his feet. He felt a foot crash into his stomach, sending him flying backward, into the glass of the observation deck, cracking it slightly. He moaned and stood again, clutching his stomach. Mocking laughter met his ears as Headmaster Pavayne came into view once more. "My, my. Dear boy, I thought you would be more of a challenge," he said, the smarmy smile crossing his face once again.
Carson let loose a cry and charged, throwing a punch at Pavayne's face. The demon summoner dodged and drove his knee into Carson's stomach. He reeled backward and looked up just in time to see Pavayne's fist crash into his chin. "You put on quite a show 'Darkside,'. Sneaking into my school, advancing to the top of the class, slaughtering half my students. You and your friends did quite a number on the boys and girls of HIVE Acadamy. But it ends here," Pavayne said, cracking his neck.
Carson leaned back against the cool glass of the observation deck. "You...you weren't supposed to be this...this..."
"Powerfully chinned? Dashing? Ruggedly handsome?"
"You...aren't human."
Pavayne shrugged. "Yes and no."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Carson demanded, spitting blood from his mouth.
Pavayne grinned. "You're a smart boy. You figure it out." His grin widened. "And you may want to take a look out down there. It's one...hell of a show, if I do say so myself."
Carson turned his head and stared down in horror to see Jessica and Warren, his two best friends, the only people in the world who cared about him, surrounded by a horde of demons. They were fighting valiently, but were doomed nontheless. "No..." Carson whispered in disbelief.
"As you can see, I've put my demon summoning abilites to good use during our confrontation," Pavayne crowed. "My demons will make short work of your friends.. Except maybe for that Jessica," he said, stepping up next to Carson. "She's not unattractive, and I mean that in the best possible way. I think the boys of the school would show her a good time, don't you?"
"Stay the hell away from her!" Carson snarled.
Pavayne laughed. "Hmm, I struck a nerve, didn't I? Now why would that be such a tender--" A look of realization crossed his face and he slapped his forehead. "Well, senility certainly seems to have caught up with me. You love her, don't you?" He squatted down and looked Carson in the eye. "If that's the case," he said slowly, "maybe I should be the one to show her a good time, hmm?"
Carson's hand shot out and wrapped around Pavayne's neck, and with the slightest jerk he hurled Pavayne through the window and into the arena, much to the shock of the demon army. Jessica and Warren looked up at the observation deck to see Carson standing at the edge of the shattered window and watched in awe as massive wings of fire sprouted from his back. Pavayne rose and stared up at Carson. "Disrespectful, insignificant--" a ball of energy struck him in the chest, knocking the wind out of him.
"Cassius Pavayne," Carson shouted down at him. "If your goal was to release the most ancient and powerful of all evils and thus bring about your untimely demise...congrats. You've won." He leaped down to the arena and stared at Pavayne. His eyes had turned jet black. "Why don't you come claim your prize?"
With a low growl, Pavayne charged at Carson, drawing his short sword. Carson--or rather, the Beast that had consumed Carson--smirked, drew back his fist and--
Raven groaned and sat up slowly, rubbing her forehead. She looked around. "What the...what happened? Why am I--"
"Inside your mind? You came here to bawl your eyes out about how you tossed your not-boyfriend through a door for being concerned for you, saw me, and fainted," Carson said, stepping into view. "Come on, I'm not that ugly, am I?"
Raven jumped to her feet and rushed at Carson, her hands charged with her energy. Carson rolled his eyes, grabbed Raven's arm and threw her to the ground. "Don't bother. I'm still a better fighter than you, even if you've got the--no wait, especially since you've got the homefield advantage," Carson chuckled, shaking his head.
Raven got back to her feet and stood in her fighting stance. Carson threw up his hands. "I'm not gonna hurt you Raven. I mean it this time." Raven gave him a look. "I do!" Carson said. "What, you think I'd kill the only person keeping me alive?"
"What do you mean by that?" Raven demanded.
Carson raised his hands. "Okay Raven, I'll make you a deal. You knock off the interrigator crap, 'cause Lord knows you aren't that good at it--what, are you gonna do to me what you did to Gizmo?--and I'll tell you anything you want to know. Free of charge." He smiled. "Deal?"
"Why should I trust you?" Raven growled, her fists tightening.
"I'll tell you what I told Robin, I can kill you before you can bat an eyelash. If I wanted to, don't you think I'd have done it by now?" Carson said, folding his arms. Raven wavered, unsure, and finally lowered her hands. "There you go. Now was it that hard?"
"Shut up Carson," Raven said. "I held up my end of the deal, now you honor yours. You answer anything I want to know."
"Hmm...no," Carson said. He instantly regretted it as Raven teleported an inch away from him, socked him in the groin and stood over him as he clutched himself. "Listen," Raven snapped. "I am having a really, really crappy week. I'm fed up with cryptic half-answers and sarcastic comments from you. Now either you tell me what I want to know, or I will be one very, very pissed off little demon girl, and I've got a whole mess of reinforcements who would love to take turns smashing your family jewels. Got it kiddo?" Carson nodded shakily and Raven released him. He slowly got back to his feet.
Raven took a deep breath. "Okay, question 1...how is it that you aren't dead?"
"Don't know." Raven drew back her foot. "I mean it, I don't know," Carson said quickly.
Raven sighed. "Fine then, question 2. Why do I keep having your memories?"
"Hmm, good question..." Carson said. "You remember the night we met, when you tried probing my brain?"
"How could I forget?" Raven said with a shudder.
"Yeah, no kidding. I had the vision too, not pleasant. Full black body armor, not my best look." Raven just looked at him with a gleam in her eye. Carson cleared his throat. "Anyway, when you tried to read my mind, you ended up absorbing all my memories, feelings, etc. After I came back and you used your powers on me, our minds connected again, and you caught brief glimpses of my life. Hey," he said, an eagerness in the last word. "Didja see me tear the big guard's spine out? Ah, good times, good..." He shook his head. "Getting off topic," he muttered.
"Anyway, you started dreaming all those memories, but you'd wake up and not remember them. Kinda funny, if you think about it. You only started remembering them recently because...actually, I'm not entirely sure."
How does he know all these things? Raven thought. She pushed it aside for another time. "Next question: How long have you been here?"
"Since you sucked me into a portal cold as night and black as despair. I've only recently manifested myself;I've been floating around as a non-corporeal entity for the past two years," he replied.
"Cold as night and black as despair? That's poetic," Raven mused.
"You think so? I'll tell your evil half that you said that, she came up with it. Any more questions?"
"What do you know about Cassius Pavayne?" Raven asked.
Carson's comfident smirk returned. "Pavayne, eh? Need some advice on how to deal with the new big bad of Jump City?" Raven was silent, so Carson continued. "He's a demon summoner. You already know that, of course, after long hours spent digging up information on him, running into dead ends wherever you look. Well, let me put your mind at ease." He walked up to Raven and held his face mere inches away from hers. "...He's evil."
"I already KNEW that!" Raven snapped, driving her foot up into Carson's groin. This time, however, the assassin blocked her attack and kicked her in the chest. "Why Raven, that was so...predictable," Carson mocked, drawing his knife. "I didn't expect someone as smart as you to think that would work on me a second time. Fool me once, blah blah...that's an old saying in Tennassee, I know it's in Texas, probably in Tennassee..." he trailed off.
Raven got back to her feet. "You wanted me to do that, didn't you?"
"Well, duh. I haven't had a good spot of violence in over two years. I got restless, so sue me. Won't happen again, I swear." He held up two fingers. "Scout's honor."
"You...were a Boy Scout?" Raven said, supressing a laugh.
"Well, not by choice. See, Jessica wanted to do something new, and she made me dress up like a boy scout and surprise her and whisk her off and lay her down and--er..." He blushed.
"Too. Much. Information," Raven said, turning green slightly. She sighed. "You know what, screw it, I'll find out about Pavayne on my own." She strode off towards the portal out of her mind, Carson following her every step of the way trying to explain himself. "Come on, it was her birthday! And besides, we didn't even get that far before Wonderbrother's paternity alarm went off and being half naked in the arms of your best friends' sister while he's standing in the doorway to what passes for a bedroom is kinda a turn-off!"
"Great, tortured by 4, killing by 10 and fornicating by 12. Great life you've lived Carson," Raven muttered, rolling her eyes.
"Okay, 1: How did you find out about the torture? 2: Nothing happened, I told you, parentus interruptus! Well, techincally brotherus interruptus, but you get the point!"
"1: I saw it in a vision, 2: You were 12 and you tried to get freaky with your best friend's sister!"
"Yeah, we've ESTABLISHED that Raven!"
"That doesn't exactly make it any less disgusting that two 12 year olds were going at it!"
"...She was 13."
"Ugh..."
Robin opened the door and yawned. "Raven...do you have any idea what time it is?"
"4:30 AM. I need your help with something. Can I come in?" She didn't bother waiting for an answer and levitated right in. "There's something I need you to do..."
"...so I'll be gone for a couple days. Cyborg's in charge while I'm gone. If Slade comes back, contact me immediatly and I'll be back as soon as I can. Do not engage him until I get back. Any questions?" Beast Boy raised his hand. "Yeah, um, if Slade doesn't come back, what do we do?"
"Sit tight 'till I get back. Any more questions?" Starfire raised her hand. "What was Raven doing in your room last night?" she asked suspiciously.
"We were just talking Starfire. Nothing happened, I swear," said Robin. "Anything else?" Silence. "Good," he said, hoisting the backpack over his shouldars. "I'll be back in a day or two. Oh, and Titans...stay out of my room this time." The other four blushed and whistled innocently. Robin gave them one last smile and walked out the door.
As soon as he was out of earshot, Beast Boy turned to his friends. "Okay, who wants to mess with Robin's stuff again?"
RR76: If it was sucky, sorry. Bye.