Disclaimer: I have no intention of even pretending that I, simple student and struggling writer, own any fraction of the awesome that is Teen Titans. I would simply like to take the characters out of the norm and play a little while. After I finish, I promise to put them back.
Note: So um, yeah. This is part two of Confrontations. Normally I would have inserted an independent Nevermore chapter, but I just decided to put the two together because of my crazy moving schedual. And because I feel guilty having it been so long since I last updated. So don't get to confused......
Oh, and there are a few additional Emotions popping up in this chapter. Actually now that I think about it, there will always probably be more Emotions popping up in every Nevermore chapter....So get use to it.....please....
I've been getting multiple requests for increased intimacy between certain characters, you dirty birds you. And there will be, next chapter. Cross my Heart hope to Cry....
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Confontations: Part Two
A Whole Lot of Wrong In So Little Time
Nevermore:
"Will you stop!?" Rude snarled, curling her bruised, throbbing toes in her boot. Purple eyes flashed dangerously from beneath the orange hood. "If you don't cease and desist that idiotic dancing, I'm going. To remove. Your legs." She hissed, leaning in closer with every pause.
Annoying recoiled, a pout marring her delicate features. She sniffed, patting down her thistle colored cloak smoothing non-existent wrinkles. "Well, someone woke up on the wrong side of hell this morning." She rolled her eyes going back to her incessant twirling. Rude slammed her head back into the tree ginding her teeth in effort to detere the urge to maim.
Intelligence sighed, shaking her head, eyes falling back to the novel in her lap. Tensions had been running a little high, as they usually did when opposite Emotions came in contact and it was only a matter of time before somebody cracked.
'I hope it's Rude,' A tiny voice in the back of her mind gnawed. 'Maybe then she'll just strangle Annoy and be done with it....' The yellow colored Raven coughed, her eyes blinking in admonishment at her own extrensic morbidity.
'Perhaps I've been in the sun to long...'
She adjusted her postion against the tree trunk, settling deeper into her book and shade. But the contentment was short lived as the unceremonious giggles from the meadow's heart once again inturrupted her from Emotions in Aesthetics. She uncharateristically growled. Four hours and she had yet to even read a paragraph. Intelligence gazed upon Lethargy with something akin to jealousy. How that girl could sleep at a time like this was beyond her.
So many had begun to gather. All those Emotions residing in the depths of Nevermore amassing to gaze upon the one Timidity so lovingly dubbed, 'The Anti-Raven.' Inquistive eyes shot a glance around the surrounding field where dozens of Emotions hovered in prismatic wonder. Even the hermitlike Antisocial had managed to drag herself out from under her rock to tarry a provident look. True she did stand more than 50 yards away from the others, the fact that she had shown was unusual all in itself.
Her postrate ruminations were broken at the approach of a smug looking Deception. The green Emotion strolled into the assemblage, giving Intelligence a confidant smile that reeked of her recent evil doings.
"I'm afraid to ask." Intel drawled eyeing Deception warily. Said Emotion winked.
"Don't worry, she's not dead." Her orbs rolled consicously, "Though I might be, if she get's out." Deception shrugged.
"If?" Intel lifted a brow.
"What exactly did you do to Rage?" A creamy peach colored Raven spoke up, her eyes wide with compunction. Deception flashed a smirk at her sister.
"Let's just say that she won't be bothering us for a while, Pity." Deception chuckled priggishly.
"I'll bite." Rude crossed her arms, leaning back against a tree. "What'd you do? Hole her up in a cave?"
"Close, but no." The green cloaked Raven intoned.
"Drop her down the ravine?" Courage offered.
"No, but I'll keep that one in mind." Deception nodded. "Any other takers?"
"Inject her scurvy?"
"No."
"Jaundice?"
"Wha-"
"Pertussis?"
"No."
"Gonorrhea?"
"There was no exchange of any diseases of any sort, least of all venereal, Annoying, now shut up. It's someone else's turn." Deception sighed with a pointed glare. A moments silence fell, punctuated by Lethargy's soft snores. Seconds lapsed before a certain fuchsia cloaked Raven slithered forward from the congergation of color; Her head tilting to one side; a manic grin twisting her lips.
"You bound her in coarse rope letting the raw flesh of her wrists and ankles peel off in her struggles." Delirium closed her eyes, her face turning heavenward. "Meanwhile you prepared four braying steeds, tying them to each extremity before slaping the beasts to opposite corners of Nevermore." She breathed excitedly, "You wept in delirious laughter as she was ripped limb from limb: bone from bone: muscle from muscle, the sound sung like morning birds." The fuchsia Raven hummed in rapture before continuing.
"As you gathered each gloriously dismembered part, her agonizing screams faded into a mere simpering echo dancing off the jagged stones of your mind," Pale, spidery fingers caressed her lips. "And you drank, relishing the taste of your enemies blood, the sultry fluids sliding down your throat in orgasmic bliss." She moaned in unparalled, sadistic delight.
All eyes stared down the swaying Emotion of Delirium before taking a large step back from her unnerving presence. A pregnant pause hung heavy over the group.
"Erm, no..." Deception blanched shifting uncomfortably. "Something a tad less-"
"Hannibal Lecter." Rude volunteered.
"Yeah.."
"Hey you guys!" A Raven cooed naively skipping up to the others gathered under the blossoming tree line.
"Hey Ignorance....." the group choursed back wearily, their attention shifting from the hunched Delirium to the lime green Emotion. Said Emotion frowned at the somber reception.
"Why's everyone so down in the dumps?" She looked around at the forlorn faces huddled around the edge of the meadow. "What's wrong?"
"Wrong?" Hysteria crowed, her eyes darting back and forth as she jumped to her feet pulling at her hair. "Wrong?!"
"Here we go again...." Rude mummbled poking Lethargy with the toe of her boot. Lethargy grunted rolling her back to the rabid torrent before resuming her afternoon nap. Timidity clutched the at her sister's orange cloak, hiding her face in the folds, whimpering.
Intelligence slammed her book shut with a huff. Honestly, how could anyone get any reading done in this environment?
"Nothings, wrong." Hysteria continued, starting to pace. "No no no no no..." She drummed her temples with shaking fists. "Nothing's wrong. Everything is good. Good? Did I say good? I meant Great! Yes Great! Everything's just Great!" Her ranting increased in speed as well as screeching volume; hands waving erratically, laughing, "Delirium was just filling us in with her twisted. little. QUIPS-"
"Enough!" Intelligence cut in firmly with a wave. She pushed the sliding glasses up her nose, narrowing her eyes at the quaking Emotion. "Hysteria, breath. The last thing we need is you gallivanting into another panic attack."
"Here, Here." Annoying cheered jumping up, consequently landing on Rude's foot again. The orange Emotion hissed in pain, glaring at the more flaky sister.
"Hwoops..." Annoy chuckled, rubbing the back of her neck.
"Final warning," Rude spat. The thistle cloaked Emotion answered by sticking her tongue out cowellishly. Rude's right eye twitched, her fist coming up and cracking with promise. "You know what? I don't care anymore." she stated breezily with a shrug. "I'm actually going to kill you.....Now." She added darkly.
Intelligence sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose between her thumb and index finger. She bit her lip, trying to ignore Annoying's screams of terror, Rude's noisy lunges, Hysteria's earsplitting wails, Timidity's frantic squeaks, Lethargy's snores, Courage's goading chant of-
"Fight! Fight! Fight!..." who was soon joined by Deception, with the occasional garnish of 'Bathe in her Sorrow!' from Delirium.
Ignorance took the entire sight in with stride, humming to herself with a thoughtful frown. She turned to the yellow Emotion.
"So," The lime one blinked candidly, "What'd I miss?"
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Museum:
Raven clutched her head as another piercing stab of pain ripped its way from her temples to the top of her spine.
Good Goddess, She gasped, What are they doing up there? Playing Rugby?
She bit back a cry, as a particularly agonizing wave was sent coursing through her skull. The Titan reached out, gripping a nearby pillar for support before stumbling forward in the direction of the main showroom at the heart of the Museum.
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"Gah!" Beast Boy jumped, his flashlight falling on a taxidermied Cheeta. He slapped a hand to his forehead, chuckling at his restlessness. "Man, I've got to ask Robin to stop giving me this wing." The changling shook his head. Green eyes followed the beam of light in his hand, passing over the various stuffed animals.
"Dude this place is uber creepy." He mumbled into the swallowing dark. Empty glass eyes reflected back at him in cold detachm-
-Snap-
"What was that?" Beastboy 180'd, eyes darting back and forth between the World Wildlife exhibits, his back arching like that of a cat. "He-hey Cyborg, that you?" He squinted into the dark, a well shadowed figure moving towards him. "I thought you were supposed to be checking the Security camera's? Finding X?"
"Not Cyborg," Beast Boy paled at the familiar intonation, "But thanks for the heads up Furball." The skull mask tilted in appreciation, a red shuriken dancing through his fingers.
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Robin paused, ears straining in effort.
Was that Beast Boy? His brow furrowed at the lingering scream echoing throughout the halls. The Leader shook his head, returning his focus to the prominent dusty footprints trailing up the center of the corridor. He kneeled down, running a gloved finger through the dust. He rubbed the substance between his thumb and middle digit.
It appears to be the same physical makeup as the roof. They must be his...
Robin stood, pulling out his bow staff for the ready and began to follow the footpath. He frowned in austere determination.
Gottcha......
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"Finally." Cyborg sighed in relief, slumping down into the comfy leather chair provided by the Jump City Museum Security Team. He twirled to face the wall of tv screen's, each showing a different room or corridor angle of the Museum's many halls and exhibits. The eldest Titan weaved his metallic fingers together, stretching his arms forward in preparation. With a resounding crack, he rolled his shoulders, hands moving to the keyboard covering the expanse of the slim mantle before him.
"Let's see," He breathed head lifting glance the monitors, "StarFire's right on time." Cyborg noted, watching the Tamarian fly through the door leading into the Ancient Civilizations wing. He followed her form as she passed through numerous screens, her green lit hands acting as duel flashlights to canvas the surrounding artifacts. The alien suddenly paused mid flight, turning to face the camera with a large smile on her face. Cyborg chuckled as the Tamarian began to excitedly wave, mouthing
'Hello Friend Cyborg!'
Before going back to her search.
"Well she's alright. How about Rob." Eyes shifted to another section of screens. These ones covering one of the service hallways mostly reserved for Museum staff.
The Team Leader appeared to be tentatively making his way North, trailing the elusive thief. "Okay, Green Be-" He drew back narrowing his eyes at a puzzling section of blacked out screens in the upper right hand corner of the wall.
"Hm, What are you suppose to be recording?" The Half Machine Teen tsked, flipping open a small compartment in his left forearm and pulling-out a small plug. He proceeded to hook into the computer mainframe, his own processing unit delving through the Museum files in attempt to fin-
"Ah-Ha!" He rubbed his hands together victoriously. "Wait a sec." His eyes widened, unease seeping into veins. "That's right outsi-"
He heard the tell-tale whistling before the electrically charged projectile latched onto his back jolting him forward in the seat. His circuits crackled as they began to spasm and fry, a pungent odor of melting plastic curling through the air.
"Not again...." Cyborgs voice distorted, dipping lower as his body powered down.
Red-X shook his head in feigned condolence, his hands falling back to his sides as he melted back into the shadows, but not before spying a certain alien hovering around a group of Hun wax figurines in one of the many monitors.
Really, they were just making this way too easy.
Two down, two to go. And then, He unconsciously licked his lips, Playtime....
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He narrowed his masked eyes in suspicion, glaring at open broom closet located at the end of the hall. Robin pulled out a bird-a-rang clicking it open.
Can it really be this simple....
He stepped closer, eyes falling on the footprints, illuminated by random shafts of pale light pouring in from the windows, leading into the bosky threshold. The Titan Leader breathed deeply, just about to enter when something beyond the doorway caught the moonlight in a red gleam. Raising a brow he stepped back. He reattached the bow-staff to his belt, opting to pull out a palm-sized flare instead.
Robin popped the seal, throwing the flash of controlled fire into the dark.
The seconds after were filled with something just short of chaos, as the flare flew forward into the small room landing with a splat on an adhesive red-x stuck to the floor, but not before snapping a trip line leveled at waist high causing the door to slam shut. A collation of snaps and creaking had Robin flipping backwards to avoid the heavily tilting statue of Horus just as it tumbled onto it's side in front of the closet.
The Titan coughed, waving the billowing dust out of his face, blinking fervently only to see the statue occupy the space he had moments before. He shivered.
Had he actually fallen for the trap, there was no way Robin would of escaped the broom closet that was now being blocked by at least two tones of Ancient Egyptian God.
Guess not....
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Red-X dusted off his suit, frowning at the singed holes decorating his body, most still smoking.
Her aims improving...
He cringed, lifting the unconscious alien into his arms, her breaths steady and even.
"Hmm Robin...." She mumbled in her chloroform induced sleep, snuggling deeper into the thief's chest.
"Sorry babe," Red-X chuckled gently setting her down into one of the open displayed sarcophagi. "Got my sights set elsewhere." He pushed the lid closed.
Now to the main event....
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A/N:
I know, I know, There was supposed to be some Red-X/Rae interaction in this chappy, but I've decided to split this into Three Parts, due to the fact that I have other stories I need to update.
Confrontations Part Three will be almost completely Red-X and Rae. The chapter should be up relatively quickly.
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