Tan fingers ran through her silvery hair in agitation. She was pacing her cell, her leather boots creating a clunking sound upon the metallic floor. Her puffy, ruby lips were set in a frown. Lavender eyes glanced at the door, then to the ground, then back to the door.
The door opened, at last. The ship jolted quite suddenly, causing the young female to be thrown forward, into the strong arms of a man. She shivered, as she looked up to see his face. It was pale, a ghostly white, his eyes were as black as night, with no whites to be seen anywhere. His mouth was thin, and moved into a smirk. It was as if he could see past her clothing, could feel her skin past her thick dress. This caused her to flush and turn her face away. She tried to push herself free, but he held her firm. He was obviously stronger than she was. Being a woman, and having very little physical strength, it seemed plausible.
"Aren't you glad I rescued you from that man?" He asked, as she scowled up at him. "Shouldn't you be thanking me? Showering me with love and gratitude?" his tone was amused and teasing. She spit in his face. He laughed, moving one of his hands to wipe it away, only to lick it from his fingers. She glared, disgusted.
"I hate men." She told him plainly in that silky voice that had men falling to their knees in front of her. He smirked, his face turning into that obvious emotion of interest. Most men wore it after listening to that voice. The voice of an angel.
"Ah, and why is that?"
"No need for you to know." She snapped, again trying to free herself, putting up more of a struggle.
"All right. Than I shall leave you in the hands of a dear lady friend." He shoved her into the arms of a young blonde woman. She seemed nice enough, though there sat a coldness behind those thick rimmed glasses. This woman was also strong. She wanted free!
"My dear," she smoothed the hair away from the young girl's face, kissing the struggling girl's forehead. "Calm down, we will not hurt you." The girl fainted in the woman's arms, a needle sticking into her neck. The scientist pulled it out, hefting the girl into her arms. She was carried from the ship into a dimly lit room. She was laid at the center of a pentagram, different gems sitting at each end of the five-pointed star. In addition, gems sat at the corner of the pentagon naturally created when the star was. The pentagram was set with in a circle of candles, their soft light the only thing illuminating the room. The girls' silvery hair was spread about her, the dim light shining off of the lcoks, creating the illusion of a halo.
"Perfect." The man breathed.
"In every way. She is the Angel, I am sure. We can get rid of the rest of the girls now."
"Yes." His tone remained breathless. She set about programming things into computer hidden in the dark. She handed a long silver and gold staff to the man, directing him to speak words that can not be written in any language on this planet… nor could they even be translated into something even close.
He stood at the very top of the star, raising the staff that was almost as beautiful as the willful girl at the center of the star. He began to speak those words, a great power rising about his body. Rainbows of color clashed with each other, until the candles were huffed out, and the computers all died, the sounds of irritation blaring before they fell silent.
"RAVEN!" A loud pounding made the pale girl jump. Flushing softly and cursing herself for her lack of control and the fact that she had been surprised, she want to the door. It slid open effortlessly. She was greeted by a large pearly smile from a short, green man. An imp really. She frowned staring down at the boy. How could he be so happy at six in the morning? It made he want to shiver in disgust.
"What?" Her answer was swift and cold. The green boy's smile faltered for just a moment.
"Why do you have to be so negative?" he asked, smirking as if he had told some funny joke. She scowled, crossing her arms over her chest. "Robin says, and he told me to tell you this, 'To get your lazy ass out of bed and get into the living room'. That's what he said." The boy held up his hands defensively, making sure, she knew whom to punish for their words. He had no desire to be black and blue.
"Fine…" She pushed past him, her door slamming shut. He opened her mouth once or twice, like a fish out of water. He shook his head and decided to jog after her.
Raven stood at the back of the group as Robin began to explain some new situation with Slade. He only heard rumors but he said it was worth checking out. Raven ignored everything the eighteen-year-old boy said. She found Robin's talks very… boring. She preferred things a bit more simple. Robin liked to give every detail. She wondered why he couldn't say 'Go here and investigate this, and do this, then meet back here.' It made life just a tad easier, and left room to dwell on thoughts she had thought she had locked away long ago.
"Rea… Raven! Raven are you listening?" demanded to charcoal haired boy. Raven blinked, a couple of times.
"What…?" she asked, her eyes focusing, as if she were coming out of deep thought.
"Listen more carefully, I need you to…" BLAR BLAR BLAR!
An all to familiar, and very annoying sound met Raven's sensitive ears. She had an urge to brings her hands to the sides of her head to keep that stupid noise out. Alas, she could not.
"TITANS GO!" The group of five was thrown into action. People moving here to there, flying or running. It was a daily agenda, something completely normal, but looked utterly chaotic.