A/N: Well, here is my first chapter of my sequel. I don't have much to say. Just please enjoy and leave a review after reading. Thanks!

Disclaimer: Anything that looks like Teen Titans is not mine!

Mission: Mockingbird

By: Pixiegirl13

Chapter 1 A New Beginning

She slowly made her way down the creaky stairs of the basement. She turned on the lights and then continued her sluggish decent into the box and dust littered room. The woman was young, recently married too. The large bulge in her stomach was a clear indicator she was at least with a man. She patted her forming baby with a weak smile. Just going down stairs now was a big deal for her.

The basement was cold and not near to being as empty as she wished it to be. She pulled her brown sweater closer around her shoulders once she settled on the concrete floor. The place was a wreck. A layer of thick dust was gathered on all the fading cardboard boxes. Spiders had nested into every corner of the ceiling while mice found good homes on the ground. The sound of their high pitched squeaking made her turn her nose up in disgust as a shiver went down her spine. She didn't care too much for the creatures.

"I guess I better start the cleaning," she sighed to herself. "How did we end up having so much junk?" she asked with a laugh and a shake of her head. It took her a while to brush off dirt and dust from the copious amount of boxes to see what they were labeled. She carefully managed to move them into two separate piles. She knew her husband would have protested profusely if he saw her do this kind of labor because of the baby, but she was stubborn that way. She had to clean the basement her way!

After an hour of hard work, she was thoroughly worn out. The baby was starting to kick and she needed a break. It would be too much work going up and down the stairs again to get some water, so she sat on the steps for a small break. It was then that she noticed an untouched box in the corner. She hadn't seen it before because of the many other boxes that used to be in its way.

She walked over to the box and blew away the dust, trying not the cough as it filled her lungs slightly. A curious look crossed her perspired face when she read the black felt marker words. She slowly knelt down to open the box to see what was inside.

It was like she had found treasure. She didn't care that her jeans were gathering up grim when she sat down with her newly found prize in hand. It was a stack full of papers labeled My Old Journals. She always loved a good story. These looked like they hadn't been read in years! Before long, she was engulfed in a story never told to the public.

Journal Entry 5

I gave a disgusted grunt as my chopsticks fell from my hold on them…again. I rubbed my frustration out of my forehead with a dismissive sigh. This was much harder than I thought it would turn out to be.

I looked up from my bowl of sushi to observe the massive crowd. I was sitting on the edge of a two story building, looking over one the busiest pedestrian crossings in the world. Millions of people in Tokyo, Japan cross this place in just a single day. I think I heard that on TV once. Don't quote me on that one.

For me, it was a swarm of emotions, a massive migraine for hours, and a raw feeling after the buzz. It was torture on my mind powers. With the bombardment of hundreds of vibes and emotions, it takes all my concentration and focus to use my powers. Every second, my mood changes to the next vibe I get from the people in the crowd. Just the simple task of picking up chopsticks with my powers takes me hours to do.

"I'm going to starve if this keeps up," I muttered. I closed my eyes again and whispered my mantra to calm my frustration. I held strong onto my hold on my two utensils as swarms, waves, flashes, and even smells of emotion pelted me relentlessly. Carefully, the chopsticks rose to my mouth.

Finally! I thought with a smug smile. I took a large bite from my octopus sushi. Man, I love sushi! I would live off it if I could. Once my spirits had risen, it was somewhat easier to do the move. Soon, I was eating dinner on my perch without having to use my hands or give myself a headache. It took three hours, but it was totally worth it.

Suddenly I felt a presence that was too close. With a small gasp, I spun around to see who was there sneaking up behind me. I'm still too jumpy for my own good.

It has to be because of these crazy dreams I've been having lately. They don't even feel like dreams. They feel so real, and I can always remember exactly what happened during them after awaking. Each one is of me standing in darkness till I see four blood-red eyes stare back at me. At first the voice from nowhere was calm when he demanded for me to release him. Every time I refuse because, I mean, who wants a four eyed demon voiced dude running around the world? But now they voice bellows his demands. For hours I'll be stuck in that dream as the voice threatens me with death and pain. I dread sleeping these days because that means I have to confront that voice again.

Anyways, I expected some demon monster to chow down on me as I turned sharply around. But the threat wasn't there. A frown crossed my annoyed and slightly embarrassed features when all I saw was a girl standing there by the door to the roof.

The girl was around my age, maybe younger. She had chin length auburn hair and piercing gray eyes. A sprinkle of freckles was on her nose and cheeks. She was smiling brightly at me, overjoyed by something unknown. All I wanted was for her happy smoke cloud to quit strangling me. Happy people annoy the heck out of me. Their emotion is too strong and overwhelming.

I stifle a couch and ask her suspiciously, "Who are you?"

Yeah, I know, really kind of me. It was a lovely welcoming to her. I still have so many trust issues. Well, this time I just wanted her to stop being so happy. I was ready to cough my lungs out as the feeling of smoke tangled tightly around my chest. The sensation was too…odd. It always made me uncomfortable.

"Thank god!" she said with a relieved sigh. I raised a questioning eyebrow at her, hoping that would make her explain herself. I didn't feel anything threatening about the girl. There was a tinge of uniqueness in her as well. This girl wasn't normal.

The girl suddenly straightened herself while politely clearing her throat. I watched her in half amusement and confusion. She sure was an interesting one, almost comical in a way. I was tempted to crack up but managed to keep a straight face.

"Gene Summers," she said I a fake military like voice. My eyes widened in alarm. No one knew that name except for my friends…and my enemies! "I want to-"

I was on my feet, never giving her time to think. Emotion flowed through my arms as my hands turned black. A trashcan on the sidewalk flooded with my powers as I picked it up with my mind and flung it at the girl. No chances. She could have been like that air bending kid from six months ago. I wasn't going to let this girl ruin my life like last time!

But suddenly she wasn't there. My trashcan hits only air before crashing onto the rooftop's gravel floor. I resisted the urge to swear. Whenever I did, things always blew up. I had to keep the emotion in check.

"Sorry!" the girl said from behind me now. I spun around and then gave a gasp as my body was put on pause. My heart rate sky rocketed as panic gripped my heart. I couldn't move!

"What is going on?" I barked at the girl, sounding much stronger than I felt at the moment. It was then that I realized she wasn't standing on the roof anymore. She was floating a few feet above the building. A staff was in her right hand. A small clock was on the top of it, ticking quickly downward. Where did that come from? Had she used it like a remote to freeze my body there like when you watch TV? I wonder what other powers the mystery girl has up her sleeves.

"What I'm trying to say, Gene," she said seriously now. The smuggling happiness was gone for the moment. Actually, all of my powers were turned off in this frozen state. It was almost a good feeling. I was freaking out but nothing was blowing up. But at the same time, I didn't like the sensation of being normal again. My powers were a part of me. I had grown to really enjoy them at times. They made me challenge myself mentally all the time. Having that constant challenge has kept my head above the ocean of waters lately.

"It's that my name is Arabell Sage," the girl continued with a weak smile forming on her lips. I had really startled her with my brash move. I can't feel it, but her body language is clearly showing me signs that she is fearful somewhat from me now. "I'm from the future," she said. "I went back in time to meet you, Gene. I've been sent to help you."

End of Journal Entry Number 5

A/N: I'll start it off with that little cliffhanger for you readers to enjoy. An action chapter is next as I quickly take you to the Titans. I think this small first chapter turned out pretty well, actually. I hope you guys liked it too. Have a good Christmas, people! A review would be a wonderful holiday gift! Thanks!