Pulling You Under
His life is controlled by drugs, sex, and violence. He can have any girl he wants, because every girl wants him. Then he meets her: the beautiful, vivacious protégé, who has no interest in his world, and no interest in him. He will do everything in his power to have her, dragging her into his world in the process. RobStar, BBRae, lil CyBee.
Summary (so you can understand it): Richard's life is controlled by drugs, sex, and violence, because they are the only things he knows. He's the playboy of the city, and no girl has ever turned him down. Then, one night, he meets the gorgeous Kory Anders. He learns that she is a bubbly young protégé, who is ever talented in the arts. She plays the piano, guitar, and violin (I promise, there will be NO songs in this fic), and is an endowed painter. She cares about her art, and not much else. But Richard will do anything to have her, possibly dragging her into his dark, contorted world in the process.
People: The main characters in this story are as follows.
Robin: Richard Grayson
Starfire: Kory Anders
Raven: Rachel Roth
Beastboy: Garfield Logan
Blackfire: Kim Anders
Red X: Xavier Redd
Kitten: Katherine/Kitten Moth
Cyborg: Victor Stone
Bumblebee: Karen Beecher
Rating: This fic is rated M for a reason. I promise I won't go into detail with the scenes, in fact, it will be sort of like what I saw in Twisted and The Rising. I portray the characters thoughts in my stories, telling you about the things running through their head rather than what's happening with their body. There will be mild drug use in here, too. There might be violence…I haven't gotten that far with the planning.
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans. I do not own this title, because Eve Royal came up with it, and suggested I use it. Thanks Eve!
Warning: If you don't like mild drug use, mild violence, passionate kissing, or any of the pairings listed above, then please don't continue to read. I do not mind flames when they're to improve my writing, but I do mind when people just flame the things included in my story.
Wow…sorry for the seriousness. Now, back to the story!
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The lights flashed discordantly around the dance floor, illuminating the couples grinding and bumping against each other. The strident music boomed through the club, vibrating the floor as I jumped to the beat of the crowd. I opened my eyes to the blinding lights, looking around at the dancing couples. My head was throbbing with the piercing music, and sweat was pouring down my face and neck. I inhaled the sweet odor of sweat and alcohol, all of it mixing with the metallic scent of blood. My eyes darted anxiously over the crowd, and I could feel the cocaine numbing my mind already. My eyes dead-stopped on a crowd of men, all of which who were crowding around a girl. She was dancing with elegance and grace, and all the while being the biggest turn-on on the dance floor. My heart stopped, and blood rushed to every inch of my body.
It was her. The girl who had rocked my world, then made it crack and tumble. The girl with the pretty face, the face that had made me fall hard for her. The only girl I ever fell in love with.
The girl I pulled under the water of the devious life. The only girl who ever turned me down.
And I never stopped loving her.
She met my eyes and smirked at me. She was grinding against another man, taunting me with her body. Her eyes pierced into my mind, seared into my thoughts. Those eyes that were filled deep with avid loathing, those eyes that hated me with a passion. Those eyes…those eyes that were no longer loving and musical, but seductive and greedy.
And she wasn't mine…. Well, now that I recall, she had never been mine.
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It had been two weeks before school started. I had just graduated from high school (barely) and had been enrolled in a college. But, that wasn't my decision. Bruce, my adoptive father, had forced me into college. It was a college for the arts, and I had been offered a sports scholarship there. I supposed that if I could get by on my athletic skills alone, it wouldn't be so bad.
I was out celebrating the last few weeks of school, getting high and drunk almost every night. Clubbing with friends was one of my favorite pastimes. Usually, I would end up jumping a girl, or passing out. I was the only one of my friends who had never had an official girlfriend, even though I'd 'dated' many girls before. I was the kind of guy who never stuck to one girl, who had never truly liked any girl. I was a player, you might say. Gotham's best player.
Around town, our group was known as the Addicts. Mainly because all of us were addicted to three things: drugs, sex, and violence. I say addicted, because there was no one who could get us away from it. There was no one who bothered to try. The 4 of us, Rachel, Garfield, Victor, and I, had always been close. We'd had our ups and downs, but who doesn't? All of us were pretty much polar opposites, but that didn't stop us from being the closest of friends.
Rachel was the quiet one. She tended to always speak in a monotone, showing no emotion. She liked to experiment with herbs and plants, often times making new drugs. She was a smart girl, with short black hair, pale skin, violet eyes, and a perfect body. She was completely empty of emotion, always serious and smart. Always, that is, until she got high. She would run around like a loon, completely insane and often horny. It was quite funny, actually.
Garfield was the funny one. His jokes were often lame and made no sense, but we all laughed anyways. He was a vegetarian nutcase with short blonde hair, tan skin, green eyes, and a scrawny body. He was always outgoing, and our lifestyle never seemed to change that in him.
Victor was the big one. With a muscular figure towering a massive 6 foot 2 inches, he could scare any one of us. He was kind and caring, like a big brother to all of us. The counter of Garfield, he was a ravenous carnivore with chocolate skin, a bald head, and dark brown eyes. He seemed to go into another world when he was on drugs. Often times regretting his decisions, he was never one to play around.
I was the player. I only cared about myself and my closest friends. I used women for my own pleasure, and when I was done, I discarded their broken hearts like garbage. With a heart made of stone, I was tall, tan, and muscular, with black spiked hair, and dark blue eyes. I could have any girl I wanted, because every girl wanted me.
Or, that's what I thought, until she came along.
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Richard's POV
It was the first day of school, and my first day at my new college. Garfield and I shared a dorm with another guy named Xavier, who was in his second year of college. We barely had time unpack before the day began. Xavier showed us to our classrooms, and told us to meet him later for lunch. My first class was art, unfortunately, and the teacher didn't waste any time talking. She told us to sketch a person of the opposite sex in the room, and began to pull our names out of a hat (which, I have no idea where she got from.)
I waited impatiently for my name to be called. I did not plan on having to sketch a woman. I was almost positive I would mess it up with my perverted thoughts. I sighed loudly, wondering how everything had gone so fast. "Richard Grayson," the teacher said, reaching into the girl hat to pull my partner. "You will be partnered with…," she paused, her eyes widening as she began laughing, "Kory Anders. Richard, you better not screw her up."
Great. Just another notch on my pressure valve.
I sighed again as I began to walk over to said Kory Anders. The teacher pointed to the corner of the room, and I was slightly confused when I didn't see anyone. "Uhh," I said, turning back to the teacher with a confused look, "there's no one there."
"She has special permission to be in that room." She pointed to the door in the corner. "She should be working on her latest piece in there."
I assumed I was supposed to enter, so I knocked quietly on the door. I waited ten seconds or so, and no one answered, so I just opened the door anyways….
My breath hitched, and my throat made a gurgling noise as I stared deeply at the girl in the room.
She was sitting down on a stool in the middle of the empty room, her eyes deep in thought on the easel in front of her. She had long crimson hair that cascaded down her back like a red waterfall, stopping carelessly at her waist. Her big emerald eyes twinkled with dreams that were left unwritten, and a hidden quality rested in her wise eyes. She had a flawless face, with full pink lips and a button nose. Her deeply tanned skin was covered with a pink slip that fell carelessly around her perfect figure, her long legs out in the open.
"Uhh…." My mind was in a numb state, and I couldn't even comprehend the words that came out of my mouth. Blood rushed to my cheeks, and I could feel myself begin to blush.
"You're here to paint me," she said, her voice animated and soft. She did not tear her eyes away from her painting as she spoke, ignoring my presence. "Well, go ahead."
"Uh, aren't you supposed to paint me too?" I think I asked. I wanted her to look at me, to fall under my spell. I wanted her to want me, so I could have her.
"I will," she said.
And that was when she looked up at me. Her emerald eyes glistened in the dim light of the room, and I nearly gasped at what I saw.
What I saw next, were her eyes. The eyes that stared at me without the least bit of interest. The eyes that looked me up and down, returning to meet my gaze without the slightest touch of passion or desire. I felt those eyes push me away from her, telling me what I feared most: that I had fallen hard for her, and she had no interest in me at all.
And from that day on, I saw nothing but those twinkling, emotionless, emerald eyes.
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Our way of life changed each and every one of us. We used to be innocent and naïve, but we are no more. We are everything but. We are polar opposites of our former selves, the selves we left behind when we drowned. One by one.
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I am so mad! I have extreme writers block, and I just can't get myself to sit down! I'm sorry if every aspect of the plot changes, because I really have no idea where I'm going with this. It's more of an experiment.
Let me know what you think! Concrit is greatly appreciated!
-Alien