CH. 2

Beast Boy:

Beast Boy was still asleep when he heard the cries of frustration. Since he had started fighting in this war, he had become a light sleeper for fear that the enemy would sneak up on him. Beast Boy didn't move or flinch, his eyes just snapped open and he stared into space. He had no way of telling the time, but he must have been asleep for only a few hours. He gripped the handle of his gun even tighter and his trigger finger twitched ever so slightly. His face was an unreadable mask and his breathing came short and fast. He heard something like crates crashing just above him. He didn't move a muscle; that is until he heard something crashing where the door to his hidey hole was. He sat up instantly with his gun pointed at the door. He slowly got up and silently withdrew his sword. There was a loud thump as the door quivered. Beast Boy didn't look it, but he was scared shitless.

Another thump, louder this time. A crack appeared, not two inches long. There was no mistaking it, he had been found. He didn't know how many forces there were, but he did know that they wouldn't take him without a fight. He cocked the hammer on his revolver and held the gun steady, despite being scared. His sword was held at his side, arm tensed, ready to swing upward and slice the monster in half. He silently walked a little closer as the door quivered once more and the crack grew. He waited for a few seconds… then the thick stone door blew inward. He wasn't close enough to get hit, luckily for him. Dust filled the air and laser fire filled the tunnel. Beast Boy wasted no time. He fired his own weapon, the explosions ringing in his ears and echoing down the dark tunnel.

He fired three times and ran forward, letting loose a war cry. He slashed upward and felt satisfaction as a screech rent the air. After his sword was up in the air, he made a swish and slashed sideway, slicing another in half. The last two backed up, aiming their guns at him. Beast Boy raised his sword and threw it. It whistled through the air and plunged into the alien on the right. The sword was sticking from its chest. It fell back and before the other could react, Beast Boy fired his weapon, blowing its head to bits. The body fell to its knees and then forward with a sickening splat. He flicked open the revolver and began to refill whatever bullets he had used. He flicked his wrist and the cylinder snapped back into place. He put his hand on the cylinder and yanked downward, making it spin. He nodded in contentment and made his way to the stairs, grabbing and wrenching his bloody sword out on the way. He'd have to fight his way out of there.

He glanced over his shoulder at the four dead. He had killed them in just thirty seconds. He sighed and ran up the stairs. He stopped at the open door to the basement. He could hear the click-click noise of the aliens walking on their T-rex like feet. He counted five by the sounds of it. They were waiting to ambush him. This much was obvious. He reached into one of the pouches and pulled out a normal grenade. He grinned evilly as he pulled the pin and tossed it into the room, reached out, grabbed the door, and slammed it closed. He took the stairs two at a time and stopped halfway to turn around and see the door blow into the basement off its hinges. Beast Boy ran up and into the room, expecting all the aliens to be dead. One had enough life left in him, however, to fire once. Beast Boy felt the white hot laser go straight through him. Luckily, the alien wasn't aiming well, so the laser just went through his left thigh. Beast Boy yelled in pain and fell to one knee.

He grunted as he tried to keep a good hold on his weapons. He looked around the room, gritting his teeth against the pain. The aliens hadn't been smart enough to move away, so their parts now decorated the walls, floors, and ceiling… or what was left of them. He stood back up and walked over some large intestines that looked slightly purple. He nudged the door open and heard the rust on the hinges squeak loudly. He heard a screech two houses down.

"Fuck," he cursed and ran off into the desert as fast as he could go. He heard the hum of a sweeper starting up. This humming noise was quickly followed by three more. He then realized it was probably wiser to not run into an area with no cover. He made a quick turn into an alleyway and jumped under a car. Over the years, the gas had rusted clean through the tank and had sat there on the ground, seeping through. It would probably be good still. Probably; also if it was full on gas to begin with. He took out what appeared to be a small dynamite stick. He ripped a small bit of the cord off and buried it in the supposedly rich gasoline filled dirt. He was putting all his money on this to work. He pulled out a lighter and tried three times to spark it. He got it on the third try and lit the fuse. He rolled out just as a Sweeper was turning around. He sprang up, hastily put his weapons away and transformed into a cheetah. He tore off as the sweeper picked up speed to catch him. Just as it crossed over the car, the wick went down and snuffed into the ground.

Had Beast Boy not accidentally forgotten his lighter there in his haste to get away, it never would have worked. But as he had left it behind, it was all the sand needed to give up its old gasoline. The explosion rocked the earth and blew the rusted car straight into the belly of the Sweeper. The Sweeper followed suit and exploded. After it was done exploding, it kept going, straight into the house on the side, collapsing it and catching it on fire. Beast Boy now knew he had to get into the dark desert. The entire town would soon be aflame. He raced across the sand, kicking it high into the air until he had to change back and run as a normal human. As he flew across the road, another Sweeper caught sight of him and began to tail him. He glanced over his shoulder and took a hard left just as they fired. The laser burst was about as thick as a flagpole. It exploded, sending sand and newly made glass all over him.

He ran into a house and made for the garage. He begged and pleaded. Please let there be something, anything to help him out of this hell. The Sweeper was coming for him, cutting through the house with its sharp nose. He ran in and his heightened sight saw clearly in the dark. There was a doom buggy. And attached to the passenger side was a rocket launcher. The third seat held a turret with a chain of bullets still attached. He thanked whoever was watching and made for the ammunition for the rocket launcher. Seconds after he was seated (he had even found a gasoline tank and filled the buggy full!) he turned the key, praying that everything was in perfect working order. By sheer luck, it started and purred like a kitten. With the rocket launcher loaded, he took off, crashing through the garage door.

The only sweeper not crashing through the house looking for him was waiting outside. It turned to see him squeal to a halt, turning the wheel so he did a quick about face. He pushed the rocket launcher by him slightly and grinned. He put his pointer and middle finger to his forehead with an evil grin and gave a quick salute before fired the weapon. Inside, the aliens could only close their eyes as the rocket plunged into their engine and erupted. They fell with a crash to the ground, making the last Sweeper quickly rise out. It didn't waste time trying to fight and flew up as fast as it could. Beast Boy had already loaded and was aiming.

"Not so fast bitch," he said giggling maniacally. He fired just above it. The rocket flew up and Beast Boy saw the Sweeper "T-bone" it in mid-air, blowing it to bits. What was left of the Sweeper stopped ascending and made its quick ascend back to earth, crashing to the ground with another loud explosion. Beast Boy stood up in his seat, adrenaline bursting through him. He threw his arms into the air.

"YEAH! Take that bitch! How ya like me now ASSHOLE!" he screamed, feeling giddy. He jumped out and made sure he cleared the closest five houses of any gasoline that might be lying around. When he had them tied down in the side seat, he looked back at the town. Already, a quarter of it was on fire. The flames were high in the air and seemed to reach for the heavens, waving their long arms as if dancing. He jumped back in and floored the gas pedal.

"Let's see how the alien ass fuckers like me with my artillery," Beast Boy sneered as he flew over a sand dune.

Robin:

He had been running for hours, only stopping to fill his canteen and drink from a white stream. Robin continued to walk on almost flat land. He kept walking, even though he knew that the aliens were right behind him. He didn't really know the name. Not even Star knew when they had first come. Starfire. He stopped in his tracks as tears sprang to his eyes. He angrily wiped them away and trekked on. He couldn't think about her right now. It just would not be good for him. The sun had been flitting in and out of cloud cover for hours. Rain was coming. And trying to tame the land in a downpour was suicide. He had to find shelter soon. He didn't have the proper tools to make one. He had to find a cave. Right now, there were only trees, dirt, pine needles, and a small path. He had to get back into the mountains. He looked up where the path did not go and saw the wild trees growing apart from one another. He looked down both paths and heaved a great sigh before continuing on his journey for shelter.

As soon as he set his staff onto the ground, there was a great clap of thunder and lightning flickered before rain pounded against his back in great sheets. He was immediately soaked and heaved his way upward. Soon, he was slipping on the mud and had to grab branches to keep from rolling all the way down. Why was it always him? He finally made it to the rocks and had to get down on his hands and knees. If he tried scouring this while it was slick with rain, he'd break his neck in seconds. He tangled the staff in with his AK-47's strap and began to crawl up the rocks, the rain ever pounding and the thunder ever rolling. The mountain itself seemed to be weeping with great intensity. The water flowed downward on his knees and wrists as if he were crawling up a waterfall. He was soon panting and looked up to see how much further he had to go. His shirt was hanging limply, and his hair hung in his face. He blew upward, trying to get it out of his line of sight, but only managed to blow the water already drenching his skin everywhere. He groaned in frustration and quickly wiped it away.

"Damnit!" he yelled for no reason. He was tired of this! He was the last person on earth for goodness sakes. Lightning flashed once again as it grew darker. Why didn't he just jump right now and hope he was broken before hitting the ground? There was the sound of rocks rolling down the slope. He looked up once more and saw to his horror, three of the aliens. He wouldn't be able to reach his gun fast enough. Their eyes glowed in the dimming light and water ran down their scales. One licked his eye with his forked tongue and seemed to smile evilly.

"Human," it hissed, "We are good ssssportssmen. We will allow you a chance to reach for your weapon." Robin was still on his hands and knees, glaring at them. Sportsmanship? They called themselves sportsmen?! After they wiped out the human race while their backs were turned and unprepared?! Good sportsmen his ass! They weren't even real men! He sat up in his knees and grabbed his staff.

"You choossse thissss as your weapon?" One said and made a throaty chuckling sound, "Pathetic." Robin snapped it in half, providing himself with two long and sharp sticks. They were now laughing at him loudly. They had no reason to fear a harmless stick when they had laser guns. Robin twirled them expertly and flung both at the exact same time. Two of the aliens stopped laughing and looked down in shock, mouths open wide. The two sticks had plunged deep into their chests. They fell over backwards and the other noticed that as the sun set completely, he was alone. He could easily see the Boy Wonder, but what he didn't know was that after Robin and flung the sticks at his now dead comrades, he had grabbed his gun and was aiming it at him. There was one shot that rang through the mountains, masked by the thunder and one more Aliens fell down the rocks to join his friends. Robin put the gun back around his back and continued till he got to the ledge that the monsters had been standing on.

He looked over and whistled to himself at how far it was. He could see, but only barely. There were more mountains just above him and it was completely vertical. No slope about it. He would have to climb this with the rain punching, wind buffeting, and lightning flashing. He shivered as the cold wind blew over his soaked body. He stood up and looked at the small jump he'd have to make. It was a good three feet, but add in the slippery rocks of the mountain and the five hundred foot drop straight down and it was a lot more dangerous. He steadied himself and prepared to leap. He jumped across and grabbed the rocks. They slipped from his numb fingers and he plummeted a good five feet before grabbing a hold again. He yelled out in pain as his fall was stopped. He groaned and tensed himself as he threw his other arm up and grabbed on. He found foot holds and began to climb. He climbed for what seemed like hours. Then, over the thunder, wind, rain, and lightning, he heard a humming noise. A Sweeper came slowly into view, search light bright and aimed right at him. It slowly moved in on its prey with its guns aimed right at him.

Cyborg:

He didn't stand a chance. He had been shot four different times in the chest. He awoke in a cell with a window that showed earth; still shining in all its glory. You couldn't even tell that at that moment, not a living soul was on the planet. He sighed and looked to the rest of his cell. It was completely covered with thick green laser bars running parallel to each other. Three guards stood watch, guns at the ready. He stood up and walked up to them.

"Hey, assfuck, I'm hungry," he said through the bars. The alien turned its head to glare at him out of the corner of his eye and then went back to watching. Cyborg reached through and roughly tapped him on the shoulder.

"Hey you cunt, I'm talking to you," (If I have offended anyone, tell me and I shall refrain from using that word) the alien turned all the way around and slammed the side of the gun across his face. Cyborg fell back onto his rear and looked up in shock.

"Sssilence human. I am your new massster. I give the ordersss here." It turned around and continued its watch duty. Cyborg glared at him.

"Seems to me like you're nothing but a lowly grunt. A useless piece of space trash," he retorted. The alien turned back to face him.

"Be glad, human, that the queen hasss requested you be kept alive for now. I hope that you don't get to comfy. For when she givessss the word, I shall be the one to execute you," it said with a sly grin. Cyborg folded his arms.

"I'm still hungry, cocksucker," he snarled. The Alien wasn't briefed on human vulgarity, none of them really where, but they knew when they were being insulted. The alien lifted his gun and fired once. The laser hit him in the head and he was almost instantly unconscious. He only had enough time to hear:

"Chew on this."

Starfire:

Starfire awoke on a Sweeper and her first thought was that she had been taken to the "Hell" she had heard so much about on earth. But then she recognized the one creature driving and the three aliens eyeing her with their guns drawn. Her eyes began to glow green.

"Release me!" she shouted angrily. The first alien in the group of three sneered.

"Not likely pirncessss Koriand'r. Yessss, we know your name and of your race. When we are finished with you we'll take them all out as well." Starfire was shocked.

"You shall never take down Tameran! We are most resilient!" she roared as her fists also began to glow green.

"It doesss not matter. You will fall, just assss the humansss have," the second retorted calmly. She blasted a starbolt at them, but the bars absorbed the energy and threw it back at her. She was blasted into the wall, denting it. Then she used a string of curse words she had learned on earth that she knew would offend most people.

"You asswiping, assfucking, motherfuckers!" she shouted in rage. The aliens knew she was insulting them, but they merely laughed at her.

"Ssscream all you want my dear. You're going to a feast and you are the main course!" it shouted. All three, including the driver laughed their cruel laugh and all that Starfire could think of was how much she wished Robin were there with her.

Raven:

Raven was walking down the road in the pitch dark. She wondered when she'd catch a break. She had her gun out along with her machete. She had been walking for hours, trying to find the aliens. She had an idea on how to obtain a ride, but she didn't know how to get about doing it. As she walked, she suddenly heard whispering. She darted for the safety of the building and pressed herself flat against it, ears open wide for any sound. The whispering continued, but got no louder. She slowly walked along the wall until she could peek around the corner. There stood two aliens and a Sweeper. She grinned; then a question hit her. Where were the other two? An icy feeling crawled down her back. She whirled around to see two aliens glaring down at her.

"Long night?" she asked. Before they could answer, she had sliced upward, cutting the first one's stomach and armor wide open. It screeched as it fell back, its own intestines spilling into his open hands. The other began to aim its gun at her, but Raven already had hers aimed. She fired before the alien's gun was level. Her gun being a .45 revolver, it had enough strength to knock a huge hole straight through you. She shot him in the neck. The skin that held his head in place was no longer there, neither were muscle or bone. Its head fell backwards and its body soon followed suit. Before she could turn back around, she was hit in the back with what felt like a greyhound bus. She flew forward and landed hard, gun and machete flying from her hands. She lifted her head up and felt a searing pain in her back. The alien had shot her on low. She rolled over and saw them running toward her.

She flicked her wrist and her gun and machete flew back to her. She caught the fun in time to shoot once more, killing the lead alien. But before she could fire another shot, it was kicked from her hand by the last one. He wasted no time in grabbing the front of her jacket and throwing her toward the Sweeper. She landed against the hull and slid down, lights popping and her arms straining to pick her up. Her weapons lay beside her and her body was much too weak to pick them or herself up. She did manage to clench onto the machete. The Alien grabbed her by the hair and yanked her up. She screamed in pain as tears sprang to her eyes.

"Filthy human," it spat. Raven was not human… and this alien was about to find out. Her eyes sprang open, black with her energy.

"I am not filthy," she said with a deadly low voice. The alien seemed to have finally realizing his mistake.

"Nor am I human," she whispered. Her machete glowed black and flew up from her hand and straight through his armor. The entire blade and handle went into his skin and inside his body making him throw back his head and screech in agony. He let go of Raven's hair and fell to the ground, clawing at his chest. He died slowly, with the machete still in his breast. Raven made a movement with her arm and the bloody machete sprang out, flicked itself dry and into the Sweeper. Raven picked up her gun and felt her body rapidly healing. She walked into the Sweeper and fiddled with the computer. It showed five possible areas for survivors. One was in Russia, another in Finland, one in Africa, and one in North America.

America was closest, she'd try there. She closed the door and felt the Sweeper hover up into the sky. Then, she typed a fey key and in a mere second sped across the sky, causing Raven to fly into the wall behind her. She grunted on impact and in three seconds felt the ship come to a halt. She flew forward into the seat, which swiveled around three times before she fell to the floor. She grabbed her aching head and slowly stood up. Outside the window, Rain poured in an endless torrent. She flicked on the search lights and began to sweep the mountains. Finally, she saw a moving figure in the dark wet night. She flashed the beam on it and saw Robin's face grow wide with fear. She sighed with relief.

'Thank god, he's alive,' she thought. He seemed about to shit his pants. Raven pulled the Sweeper in close and opened the side door. She stopped it in front of him and leaned into the rain.

"Need a ride?!" she shouted, a genuine smile on her lips. Robin's face soon matched hers and jumped in. As the door closed, she made her way to Africa. Her Beast Boy needed rescuing.