Summary: Follow the adventures of Slack, Red, Lightlad, Tag, Blizkid and Sev members of the newly organized Teen Titans H.C defending Hallow City from the perilous dangers it faces day-in-day-out. They'll have to face an assorted array of villains including, A psychotic gang lead by a team of super powered teens, a deadly bounty hunter with a mysterious link to one of the Titans, a bloodthirsty werewolf willing to turn any one in his way into a midnight snack, and a multi billion dollar genetics corporation that's not all that it seems to name a few. But their most dangerous threats come from facing and overcoming each others assorted pasts as a team. Expect tons of guest appearances by the original Titans as well as other D.C. Comics heroes and villains.
Alright Ladies and Germs (Move over Leno there's a new comedian in town) the Captains back with a hot off the presses 7000+ word goliath of a chapter (took me a while to write...er type).Before I begin I want to get a few things off my chest (Aside from this leech I've had on me since three summers ago)
The First: I really don't mean to sound like an ass, but it'd be really great if you could leave a review I know it's hard to come up with something to write in such a small space (Usually I find myself typing 30-40 thousand words) but something as simple as "Kicking ass" or "Best story on the site please have my children (this applies only to hot women under 30)" isn't to much to write and it only takes 3 to 20 seconds of your very busy lives (and I'm sure your lives are very hectic, so hectic that you could take the time to read the story but not actually write a review), plus it helps inspire me to write more and in a shorter time.
Secondly: Before I'm crushed with flames due to plot hole related issues, I'd like to say I haven't seen the straight-to-DVD movie, nor do I follow the plot of it because in this story it never happened, instead I'm using the info the show (Which I don't have to pay Nine dollars and ninety five cents to see) has given me so I'm sure there will be plenty stuff that doesn't add up with the movie in this chapter but please look past that and read it for enjoyment not so that you can point out every mistake I made (Cause I'm sure there are plenty)
Finally, A disclaimer.
Disclaimer: I don't own The Teen Titans (If I did...well this is what would happen I guess) or any use of D.C. owned characters or places. What I do own (Or assume, since their of my creation) are the characters, Red, Slack, Lightlad, Tag, Sev, Blizkid and all plots and stories relating to them.
And Now It Is My Great Honour To Bring You Chapter 2.
Chapter 2 Meet the Heroes Of Hallow City
Robin sat in front of the large, silver, bulky computer positioned in the middle of his small office. The only noise in the room, a low pitched hum, came from the computer and the occasional mouse click or grunt of annoyance at the odd mistake he made.
Several small traces of bright light beamed down from the small cracks in the blinds, giving the room just enough light to see in a relaxing way and Robin was plenty relaxed, he'd gotten enough sleep the past week to make up for the entire year of unrest and hardships he'd faced when he and the others had taken on the Brotherhood, and, he had to admit, as much fun as being a hero was, taking a break was almost twice as much.
Robin had just spent the last half an hour coming up with what he assumed to be the perfect teams, tweaking them to the point of perfection was a hard and time consuming task but he took it apon himself, he knew from experience that a team that doesn't get along makes a bad team-his time with Bruce had tought him that-and he couldn't allow that to happen to any of the members.
He was now on the last of the teams, "The last" he said those words to himself with great ease and relief, all he had to do now was assign the members to the team, call all the heroes back to the meeting room, call them up by their teams, congratulate them and give them there plane tickets to there destinations, to some that might seem like a lot, but to him it felt like a great weight had been lifted off his shoulder, and if his plan went right, there might be a large weight lifted off the back of America and possibly even the world.
Moving his curser over a minimized program with the title of "Team 6" he pressed down on the mouse bringing the minimized program up, it had "Team 6, Location: Hallow City, Michigan" in plain text. There was a large space underneath the title with six empty boxes underneath it, and beside each space was a name, six in total. In the corner was a small box which read "Assign to position" and two buttons one labelled "Yes" and the other "No".
Robin pulled up another screen, this one was labelled "Classified", he typed his password on a small key board and the screen changed from "Classified" to "Access granted" then six screens were pulled up, each one looked like a small I.D. card, Robin stared at the first screen, going over it one last time.
Name: Slack
Age: 18
Powers: Synthetic Combat Suit-with hidden gadgets and weapons-fully equipped utility belt, 5th degree black belt level karate skill.
Pros: Slack is skilled in three forms of martial arts including Judo, karate and ti kwon do, she's strong willed, strategic and would make a perfect leader.
Cons: Shy.
Down the hall from the auditorium was a large weight room. The room was almost double the size of the workout station in the Titan Tower and painted with the same colours of blue and white as the one back at the tower.
Inside the weight room several dozen heroes trained on the large assortment of weights the room presented them with, a teenage girl, roughly the same age as the other heroes was busily sparring with a large black punching bag.
The girl had long jet-black hair with bright crimson highlights that made a series of patterns down her hair, some might say that the mix of red and black hair gave her a 'tough' or 'cool' look, though one look at her soft, gentle, almost childlike face would quickly diminish those thoughts.
Her eyes were sharp and, at the same time, calm looking, her pupils were a shade of dark blue that hardly any one else in the building's eyes held. Some would go so far as to say her eyes were the same colour of the ocean on a dark night.
Like all the other female heroes in the building, she was very attractive woman, or, as Speedy would say, she was "One hot babe", and attracted much, in her case, unwanted attention. She was shy of the general opposite gender for reasons only she knew, the only males she'd ever felt comfort around were her father and brother, both of whom had been taken from her life too soon.
The girl: Slack, dressed in the typical superhero garb, a 'spandex' styled costume that covered her general body area. The costume was a deep dark blue and light black in the general area, with a pair of light black boots covering her feet.
Her costume left her hands free, both of which were covered by a pair of loose fitting, light black gloves. The final peice of her costume was a dark black utility belt with dozens of metalic pouches which held an equal number of gadgets and weapons.
She was using a style of martial arts that none of the few heroes observing her had ever seen, she moved with feline like precision and struck with rhino like strength. Kicks and punches were all delivered feircly and struck with boulder smashing strength, had the punching bag not been designed specifically to deal with inhuman amounts of pressure it would have been nothing more than an empty leather pouch due to the ferocity of her attacks.
Placing her palms on the floor, Slack ran at the bag with speed that could rival a cheetah's. Pushing her body off the ground using the muscles in the back of her legs, she flew through the air with the grace of an eagle before spiralling in the air and kicking her foot out, giving the bag a ferocious roundhouse kick to it's side. Her foot struck the bag with enough force to send the bag off the metal chain support and crashing down onto the floor with a loud "Thud", which, unknowingly to Slack, shocked everyone in the room who, in the same moment as they'd been shocked, all turned to face Slack, who was standing with her hands on her knee's breathing in and out in exhaust.
Taking a deep breath she tilted her head upwards, only to be met face to many faces, all of which stared at her, their gaze penetrating through the thick layer of 'sheilding' she'd built up over the years, the 'sheild' which protected her from the nerve racking glances of the people surrounding her.
She glanced over her shoulder at the large dent in the floor that the broken punching bag had made, swallowing lightly she then moved her gaze back to the many faces of heroes, all of whom still held their penetrating looks. Suddenly Slack felt extremely weak compared to the wall of eyes that was staring at her, she could feel a blush burning up into her cheeks, she tried to voice an apology, only to find that nothing came out of her mouth, not even an 'eep', absolutley nothing.
The eye's continued to stare at her, she tried running but found herself petrified, she couldn't move, she was so nervous. Finally she took a deep breath in, quickly and without looking back rushed out of the room through the small exit that led to the buildings washroom's.
As she rushed through the door, she quickly spun around the corner and hid there while she caught her breath and sighed to herself, she hated being so nervous under pressure, it was a terrible curse, she'd used dozens of precautions to avoid it, ranging from meeting everyone in a room so they weren't strangers to not going somewhere she hadn't been before alone, but all of them had failed and in the end she was left with a nervous habit, she sighed once again, this time in spite of herself, she hated what she'd become, but, like almost all of the problems she'd faced in the past, she realized that the only way to better herself was to find a solution to this problem, she sighed, ocne again, before lifting her head up and entering the washroom.
Name: Lightlad
Age: 17
Powers: Suit capable of manipulating light into various forms.
Pros: Powerful manipulation of light into shields, weapons, jetpack and other devices.
Cons: Son of Dr.Light, Loyalties lie in question.
In the basement of the Titan Meeting Building was a large cafeteria painted a light shade of white and blue, the mixture created a calming colour that helped keep the titans from waring with one another, using the near endless amount of food they had at their disposal.
The cafeteria held a large serving area, where half a dozen highly paid cooks were busily preparing meal after meal for the ever hungry vigilant of teens. Each cook cursed and blessed their luck, it was one thing that the government was paying them close to forty dollars an hour for feeding these teens, that they didn't mind, not at all. But it was another thing that the teens all had different diets, eating habits and levels of hunger. So far they'd served over two tons of food, enough to feed a small third world country, and that was just to half the teens in the building.
Standing at the head of the line, eager to get his "Tasty" Tofu was Beast Boy, who held two silver trays in his hands, one for him, and the other was for a very special person, though he wouldn't say who to any of the heroes who'd asked him, only saying 'It's a secret'.
Beast Boy was followed by an also eager, though not to get tofu, Kid Flash who had a grinning Jinx standing to his side.
It went without saying that the two of them had bonded during their time together against the Brotherhood of Evil, though, as it was obviously displayed, they had bonded in a 'more than friends' way, as they were well into there third month as a couple and were pretty much un seperatable by that time.
Meanwhile those who had already gotten their food from the cooks now sat at the large, round, tables that were spewn across the room.
At one such table sat both Herald and Jericho who were engaged in a conversation about who they hoped to be teamed up with, though Jericho was only using sign language, Herald could completely understand him.
Herald was a keen observer and fast learner, using this knowledge to his advantage Jericho had been able to teach him a basic level of sign language in less than a weeks time, which compared to the month and a half it took to teach Beast Boy, seemed almost like a miracle.
"Hey you guy's don't mind if I sit here do you?" a voice called out from behind the duo. Both teens spun around, to come face-to-face with a teen no more than their age, who stood an inch or so taller than Herald.
The teen was fairly good looking, better looking than a large variety of the heroes in the building, he had deep brown eyes and black, short, clean cut hair.
He had an average build to his body, though it was apparant he wasn't the strongest hero in the building, though who was, was a highly debatable topic, he was surely not the weakest one, several heroes, including Beast Boy, Hot Spot and Kid Flash would range behind him on terms of physical strenght.
The teen was dressed in a costume very similar to one Dr Light's earlier costumes, though his was heavily toned down and more slick looking than anything Dr.Light had ever worn. Instead of the light bulb studded belt that Dr.Light wore, the teen had a plain white coloured belt with several black square shaped pouches in place of the light bulbs, and where the light bulb insignia on Dr.Light's chest had been, there was a white circle with two 'L's' that faced opposite each other.
Jericho got up and pulled out a chair for the teen, the teen lowered his tray onto the table and sat down.
"Thanks...I'm Lightlad by the way" he greeted extending his hand to Herald, unsure of wheter or not he would shake back. He'd been around the room and hardly any heroes would do so much as talk to him, but, he still had hope.
"I'm Herald and this is Jericho" Herald said, shaking Lightlad's hand with his right hand and pointing to Jericho with his left, as Herald finished shaking Lightlad's hand, Jericho took the opportunity to get aquanted with Lightlad as he too shook his hand.
"He doesn't talk much does he?" Lightlad said with a nervous smile as he took a seat beside Herald, both Herald and Jericho returned his smile relieving him of the queasy feeling he had in his stomach.
"So...you guy's new around here?" Lightlad asked trying to spark conversation, both Herald and Lightlad shook there heads, Lightlad frowned at his failed attempt to start a conversation, picking up on this Herald spoke up.
"What about you?" Herald asked despite the fact that he already knew the answer to his question, but instead asking in order to make Lightlad feel more comfortable, as, he could tell, he was already plenty nervous.
"Yeah...I'm new around here, most people don't trust me cause of the..well you know" Lightlad said, shame playing off his tone, both Jericho and Herald shook their heads as Jericho made several sign language gestures which received a questioning eye from Lightlad.
"He says he doesn't know what you mean" Herald said, defining his freinds previous actions, Lightlad nodded his head in understandment.
"You mean you don't know?" he asked in a somewhat upbeat tone. Both teens shook their heads sideways, Lightlad looked slightly confused and slumped his shoulders, he hated this part of the conversation, he hated the part where he had to confess one of the many things about his hero heritage he found extremely shameful.
"I'm Lightlad, you know, the son of Dr.Light as in the lamest supervillian of all time" Lightlad said emphasizing the word Light both times, for him this wasn't a easy thing to admit, not many people would be proud to have a supervillian as there father, especially when he was considered the laughing stalk of the hero community. It was bad enough that his father was a villian, which automatically cast a shadow over him, creating a negative outlook from the other heroes, but his father was a villian who was so easily defeated that he wasn't even considered a challange which created a wave of distress on himself, as others figured him to be a unsuccesful addition to the Titans.
Jericho smiled and, using his hands once again, formed a sentace using sign language, making several hand shapes that Lightlad didn't understand, but Herald was way ahead of him and was ready to translate.
"What's he saying?" Lightlad asked curiosity biting at him like a rabid dog.Herald smiled and began translating his friend's cryptic message.
"He says 'It doesn't matter who your parents are, all that matters is who you are". Herald said, translating his freinds statement word-for-word.
Lightlad smiled, it wasn't every day he met a group, if you could call it a group, more like a twosome of freinds, who were so easy to get along with. Most heroes he'd met in the three weeks since he'd been given hero status were far less than friendly towards him, even Robin had his doubts about him, and, as one would expect, this series of 'looking down's' held it's fare share of negative effects on him, but these two were nicer than most Titans and he appreciated that.
"You know. I like hanging out with you guys" Lightlad said with a smile, Herald and Jericho smiled to and all three began eating there meal in peace.
Name: Tag
Age: 17
Powers: Teleportation,
Pros: Tag's teleportation skills are useful to any team, she can easily get into secluded places that other heroes can't, and her optimistic attitude is a good thing for any team's tense situations.
Cons: No Hand To Hand combat skills.
In the middle of the meeting building sat a small secluded area of shrubbery, this area was none other than the meditation garden. The garden was a good thirty feet wide and held thousands of knee high flowers, large colourful and exotic trees, small, natural, marshes-inhabbited by various animals-and, of course, soft fluffy grass.
In a deeper, grassier part of the garden stood a teenaged girl , the same age as the general population of teens in the building. She had bright, brown, mocha coloured skin, snowish white hair that streched all the way down to her chest and bright green eyes, so bright that they could rival Starfire's.
The girl was dressed in a white costume which covered most of her body, the first peice of her costume was a shirt that covered her chest and partially covered her stomach, leaving an 'x' like seperation across it. Her legs were covered by a pair of white pants which left her ankles exposed, though those were sheilded by the pair of solid white boots she wore on her feet.
As the girl walked through the garden, taking the neccesary time to admire the beautiful scenery that surrounded her, she stopped, suddenly, in front of a small squirrel, whose gaze was aimed directly at her.
"Hello there" she greeted, her voice carrying a soft and almost unnoticeable Spanish accent with it, the accent only apllying to certain words in her vocabulary.
The squirrel looked at her curiously before tilting it's head sideways, it gave a quiet "chirp" like sound and quickly scurried towards the closest tree, a tall, brown, oak tree.
The girl followed after the squirrel in a walking pace, making sure not to crush any of flowers that were between her and the tree with her boots, as she came closer to the squirrel it once again tilted it's head and scurried up the tree, circling it's length as twice as it hurried towards the top of the tree, the girl smiled, blinked her eyes shut and disappeared in a puff of white smoke.
As she opened her eyes, she re-appeared before the squirrel on the top of the tree, the squirrel looked shocked and the girl smiled
"Tricked you didn't I?" she asked it as she pat it on it's head with her index finger, the squirrel gave her a scared look before scurrying off again.
"Hey Raven you in here?" she heard the voice of the green changeling known as Beast Boy call out, she smiled and recalled when she along with a few of her friends had called him cute during the meeting, he was in reality kind of cute, but she knew he had a thing with the dark sorceress, or Raven, and decided to stray from that path.
He walked past the tree she was sitting on, though due to the fact that she was twenty feet above him he didn't see her, she glanced at him and saw that he was carrying two large serving tray's, one with a plate full of tofu, soda and cutlery and the other tea and salad, Tag smiled knowing full well who the second tray was for.
Looking at a spot directly in front of him she blinked her eyes and with a cartooney 'Poof' sound and a cloud of white smoke she appeared in front of him, he jumped back in shock but to both his and her surprise didn't drop either of the trays and gave a small "Eek", Tag smiled at him as he started to calm down.
"Oh..hey it's just you...Tag right?" he asked as he carefully balanced the tray's trying not to spill anything.
"That is my name" she said cheerfully.
"You haven't seen Raven have you?" he asked casually all the while trying desperately to balance the two large trays he was carrying.
"Oh I think she was over there" Tag said pointing towards a smaller, darker part of the garden, a place where she'd seen Raven travel twenty minutes prior, she doubted if she was still there but shrugged it off, if she knew Raven like she thought she did, she was still there.
"Thanks Tag" Beastboy said running off in the direction, Tag smiled to herself as she watched Beastboy balancing his tray's as he carefully navigated his self through the garden, almost slipping on stepping stones several times.
Tag turned on her heel, now facing the door to the inside she decided to wash up before they called the meeting, she saw no point in going on stage with various twigs and leaves poking out from every which place.
Name: Sev
Age: 17
Powers: Technological genius, Robotic Arm with concealed, weapons and gadgets.
Pros: Able to build and fix just about any thing, good with computers, skills include, safe cracking, hacking and computer splicing.
Cons: Only physically strong with robotic arm,
In the Tech room-A room where all heroes possessing non-organic superpowers could come and use the many technological wonders that helped them with there technological powers, there were dozens if not hundreds of computers, some as small as a can of soda others as big as a king sized bed, the room was dimly light and only the glow the computers gave off kept the room from being pitch black,-A young teenaged boy sat in a large leather arm chair.
The teen was of Asian descent, Japanese to be exact though he hardly looked foreign to the country and spoke perfect English, almost better than the common man which he credited to the ten years of English classes he'd taken before hand.
He had short spiky black hair and brown eyes and was good looking for someone his age, while not movie star good looking he was still good looking enough to have several of the female heroes in the tower blush when he walked by.
His 'costume' consisted of a plain white T-shirt with a blue fish on the front covered by a dark black vest with large pockets lining the front, baggy blue jeans with a silver utility belt attached to them and a black beanie cap with a metal skull sewn onto it's rim covering his head.
On his feet he wore a pair of casual runners with a black and white chequered pattern on them, nothing to fancy for him but in his own words "I wouldn't be caught dead in spandex" though this statement sure didn't seem to apply to the other ninety eight percent of the heroes in the building, who wore exactly that.
Like his fellow Titan Cyborg he had a robotic arm in place of his organic right arm, it was just as flexible as his normal right arm had been before he lost it, it was capable of lifting more than three tons and capable of holding more than six dozen weapons and gadgets inside of it.
He sat in his chair with robotic arm relaxed on his lap, there was a small panel the size of a lottery ticket open on his arm, leaving several dozen wires of all colours to jet out from it, exposing them to the dim light of the room.
The room was too dark for him to see perfectly in, and since perfection was key to the repairs he was making he needed extra light, this extra light came in the form of a small, silver flashlight, which he held inbetween his teeth as he did his repairs on his arm.
He clenched his teeth around the flashlight as he moved his fingers over a small yellow wire, he twisted it tightly, this had to be the right wire. Much to his suprise, instead of the result he planned on getting, the wire gave him a strong shock on the hand, he jerked his hand back and gave a quick and loud "Fck", the flashlight clenched in his teeth stopping him from fully pronouncing the curse word.
He shook his head and tried again, anger wasn't getting him anywhere, he twisted the wire to the left instead of the right, this time he got the proper result, he smiled, spit out the flashlight and stored it back in its proper place inside a small slot on his arm.
He lay back in his chair, the glow of success surrounded his body making him look like Rudolf the red nosed reindeer, he smiled to himself, he could now rest knowing full well that his arm, the peice of his body which was the only reason he was dubbed a 'hero', the technological wonder that was his mettalic was now a sixty two thousand song storing, fully functional, Mp3 player.
Name: Blizkid
Age 14
Powers: Ice creation and manipulation, impervious to being frozen or getting any form of disease from the cold.
Pros: Powerful ice powers are essential to teams in winter time, can-do attitude is a help to any team.
Cons: Not in full control of powers, nervous and jittery.
Two blocks from the Titans Meeting Building, sat Jump City National Park, the same park that time and time again the Titans had fought various villains, it was also the same place that Robin had taken Starfire on the couples first official date, but none of these past events were the focus of attention at the moment.
In the middle of the park, a young teenaged boy, roughly fourteen years of age, sat on a brown bench, the large oak tree behind him gave him the perfect amount of shade for him to relax in.
The teen had short light blue hair in a messy 'vlean cut' styled hair cut, deep blue eyes and pale blue, almost albino white skin, though, all of these physical traits were unnatural.
Before what he called "The accident" that had caused these changes he had light brown hair, dark blue eyes and tanned skin, but the day's of his old self were long gone, replaced by his new blue, in both senses of the word, self.
His costume consisted of a mask very similar to Kid Flash's style of open eyes as apposed to Robins soulless eyeless mask, only instead of scarlet his was deep 'ocean' blue, a colour that went along with his bodily colour. His 'body' costume, like the other heroes, was made of a 'spandex' styled costume, though unlike other heroes, his was a light blue and black and held three white semi circles on his chest area forming a blizzard like pattern.
The teen had the power to create and manipulate ice by using the water molecules in the air, he didn't understand exactly how it worked, he had gotten them by accident after all, but he was glad he had them. A month prior to this day he'd saved a widow and her daughter from a burning fire that clamed their house, the woman couldn't stop thanking him after that, he still received dozens of letters and boxes of cookies from the woman almost every day.
He smiled to himself as he watched a family of four playing a game of soccer in the large grass field directly in front of him, it was the kind of day that activities like soccer were more than perfect choices, the air was fresh and smelt of pollen, the birds chirped and the sun shone with just the right amount of light.
He signed to himself as he rested his head in his hands, taking in a breath of fresh air he thought about what he should have been doing instead of sitting around, he should really have been back at the Meeting Building with the other heroes, but he found it to much for him, he could hardly believe he was a hero at all, it seemed like just yesterday he was at school laughing with his friends, living with his Dad and Step-mom and sharing a bunk bed with his older Step-brother.
But those day's were long gone now, his friends no longer talked to him, shunning him was the right word, his family was no longer together and his step-brother was two countries away from him, sighing again he tilted his head up and stared at the large oak that granted him shade.
He watched as a nest of young blue jays wailed for their mother, suddenly he felt a queasy feeling creeping up his stomach, he knew this feeling to be jealousy, as stupid as it seemed, he was jealous of the birds, not the birds so much as the family bond that they shared.
In the past he may have felt jealous when his brother got a new game that he didn't, or a kid at school brought cookies from home and didn't share them with him, but now he felt jealous every time he stared at someone who didn't have to hide their looks behind a costume, who didn't have blue skin, he felt jealous at everyone who was normal.
He looked away from the birds and was prepared to return his glance to the family, but something was blocking his view. Blizkid looked up to see a large teen standing in his way. The teen was a tall teen older than him, with tanned white skin and blue eyes, he was wearing a yellow hoodie, blue jeans and a red cap on his head and was staring at Blizkid in disgust, once again he felt the queasy feeling rising up his stomach, though this time it wasn't jealousy but fear.
"Hey freak this is my spot in the park" the punk said threateningly, Blizkid looked at him terrified, he could feel his heart starting to speed up, pumping blood and adrenaline through his system at a faster than normal rate, he stared at the punk, he was a good foot half a foot taller than him and much more muscular, definitely someone he couldn't handle mano-a-mano without using his powers and he still hadn't mastered them yet, he couldn't risk killing the teen with an icicle to the throat over something as stupid as a park bench, instead he decided his best course of action was playing along.
"I was here first" he defended himself though he wasn't sure why, he was sure he'd eventually be either, knocked out by the punk or just give him the bench, all the while his mouth was quivering, the punk smiled knowing he was scaring Blizkid who felt like a mouse cornered by a rabid cat, there was no escaping even if the punk beat him.
"Ya well now your blue ass is outta here" he threatened, clenching his hand into a fist, Blizkid's heart rate increased drastically, he felt like it would leap out of his chest at any second.
Blizkid sighed to himself there was no point in fighting him it was just a stupid bench after all, "Alright..alright take your stupid chair" he said getting up, The punk smiled but only for a second.
"Oh no it's too late for that" the punk said raising his fist causing Blizkid to flinch, he hated fights, he couldn't stand to watch someone get the senses knocked out of them, it sounded stupid that he'd become a hero fighting crime but he tried as hard as he could to use a peaceful regime as apposed to certain heroes beat the enemy until he can't move regime.
"Look I don't want any trouble...just take your seat and-", before he had time to finish he felt the punk's fist slamming into his stomach with enough force to knock the wind out of him and send him down on one knee.
"That's what you get ya' little freak" the teen said raising his foot above Blizkid's head, ready to stomp the daylights out of him.
Blizkid closed his eyes and awaited the blow, the punk raised his leg, ready to stomp directly on Blizkid's back, he gazed at where Blizkid lay but something was blocking his line of sight, he looked up and stared terrified at what he was looking at.
Name: Red
Age: 18
Powers: Superhuman strength and endurance, Animal level senses, self healing, strong resistance to fire, Nocturnal Vision.
Pros: Red's strength and endurance make him a valuable asset to any team.
Cons: Violent tendencies when dealing with villains, Sarcastic, anti social and overly aggressive attitude make him hard to put up with.
Standing in front of the punk was a teen his own age if not older, he stood several inches taller than the punk who stood roughly five foot ten, making the standee somewhere around six foot two.
The teen had scruffy looking darkish brown hair that stretched all the way down to his chin, with deep brown eyes that, had anyone taken the time to stare at directly, would note the intense level of sympathy within them.
His body had a muscular build to it, much more so than most of the other heroes in the building, while not as strong as Wildebeest or Cyborg, he was still much stronger than the average hero more than twice as strong to be exact.
As if being a six foot two muscular teen with a noticeable attitude problem as well as a clear death wish wasn't enough, he had two very different features about him.
The first difference being his dark red skin the colour of fresh blood, that covered his entire body, giving him a fear inducing demonic appearance, his skin also had several dozen, thick ash black lines that formed a series of spiralling patterns down his arms, two semi circles from the back of his neck to his chin, a large circular pattern on his back and a side way's 'H' like design on his chest though most of which were hidden behind his long hair and costume.
The second difference was a black furry cat like tail that started from where his spine ended and stretched it's way down to his feet, the end of it was curled upwards making him look like he had a furry candy cane coming from his backside.
Both of his differences added to his already large freighting image, most of the people he'd helped save since he'd been given a communicator thought he was a monster and refused his help, he'd once saved a eight year old from becoming a blood stain on the front of a speeding train, the kid apon seeing his hero to be a tall red skinned monster, kicked him hard in the shin and ran to the nearest police officer, narrowly avoiding having Red removed his head from the rest of his body.
His costume wasn't a regular skin tight spandex full body suit like most of the other heroes dressed in, instead he wore a costume more suitable for someone his size, a black muscle shirt with a large belt wrapped around his body, the belt had several metal sheathes on it, all of which were noticeably empty, his shirt was covered by a light yellow hooded coat, the coat had several deep pockets on it as well as a large red "R" logo printed on the back with another one on the left side of his chest.
He also dressed in a pair of light black pants with several more metal sheathes wrapped around the knee and calf area of his leg, there was also a medium sized hole in the back of his pants that his tale hung comfortably out of.
The punk looked terrified at Red, suddenly, as if it were an impulse the punk clenched his hand into a fist and threw a punch aimed for Red's head but Red was quicker than he anticipated and caught his fist with his left hand, the punk tried breaking free but Red's grip was too strong, again the punk attacked, this time he kicked his foot into Red's chest, breaking Red's hold on the punk and knocking him back.
"Now your gonna get it you red freak" the punk threatened as he cracked his knuckles, Red smirked, this only enraged the punk whose face was no longer white but red with anger.
The punk charged at Red, Red arched his legs back and waited for the punk to be right where he wanted him, as soon as the punk was in range he kicked off the ground and leapt over the punks head, halfway between the punk and the ground he kicked his left foot backwards, kicking the punk in the back of the head and slamming his body on the grass leaving a large body shaped impression in the dirt.
Red landed on both feet with feline like perfection, he stood up in time to see the punk get up off the ground, one side of his face covered in grass and dirt, his eye's were burning with anger and his face twisted into a sickening state of anger, he looked mad enough to not just beat Red but kill him if he had the chance.
The punk ran at Red who stood waiting for him, as the punk got closer Red began to draw his right leg behind his body, finally the punk was within striking range, quickly Red kicked his right foot forward, striking the punk in the stomach and knocking the wind out of him but Red wasn't done, he pulled his left leg back and just as quickly kicked the punk in the head, the punk fell backwards and slammed onto the bench, cracking the wooden frame like a twig.
The punk gave a pain filled moan before he lay his head on his shoulder in defeat, Red smirked, straightened himself out and patted himself off before turning around to face Blizkid, who during their short fight had gotten to his feet and watched in awe as a complete stranger defended him, it was the first time in a long time he could remember any body at all defending him.
"You ok kid?" Red asked in a cold tone, he spoke with a deep gruff and almost inhuman voice, similar to what Blizkid imagined a lion might sound like if it could speak English.
Blizkid noticed the lack of meaningful emotion in his voice, like he was asking out of courtesy and not actual concern, but he couldn't blame him he'd just taken a kick in the chest defending him.
"Ya" Blizkid said scratching the back of his neck with his hand, he didn't like being called "Kid" without having a "Bliz" at the beginning of it, but he put his feelings aside and decided what to do next.
"Thanks by the way...not to many people stick up for me" he admitted in a shame filled tone, at the moment he wasn't to proud of being overpowered by someone who he could have easily beaten with both eyes closed had he had the courage to do so.
"I was just doing the right thing" Red said, once again without concern "You know...you should stick up for yourself don't let assholes like him walk all over you, it'll ruin your life, trust me I know", this time when he spoke he had a hint of care for Blizkid in his voice, at least it was a start Blizkid thought to himself.
Noticing that Blizkid had to stop and think about it Red realised that he probably said something he shouldn't have, he had a nasty habit of saying the wrong thing to the right people, he gave an inward groan and made his next educated move.
"Say..kid..er...pal, I never got your name" Red said, that being the first nice thing that came to mind, Blizkid's face light up like a Christmas tree, almost bright enough to give off a blue neon glow, Red smiled, seeing the boy so happy was like getting an early Christmas present.
"I'm Blizkid" he said extending his hand.
"Red" Red said shaking it.
Blizkid smiled to himself, he could tell this was the start of a friendship, though nowhere near a best buddy sort of friendship, more like an understanding and relating friendship. For once in a long time Blizkid felt good with himself.
Back in his office Robin dragged his mouse over a small program at the top of the page, clicking the left mouse button he brought up a square shaped menu which read "Assign Team, Yes/No" in a light black font, slowly Robin placed his mouse over Yes, he signed to himself, like before he knew the consequences of forming a bad team, but he had to make a choice, slowly and surely he clicked on the button which brought up a second menu, this one reading "Are you sure, Yes/No" once again he clicked yes, this time a entire page was pulled up, it read "All heroes assigned to teams, there are 0 heroes waiting to be assigned", Robin sighed a sigh of contempt, finally he was done, smiling to himself he shut off the computer and rolled his chair over to a small P.A. system opposite the computer, clicking down on a button labelled "Talk" he spoke into the wall mounted device.
"All Titans and Honorary Titans are to report to the Auditorium in five minutes".
Well Thats Chapter 2 For Ya Hope You Enjoyed, Now It's Time For Yet Another One Of The Captains Crazy Trivia Segments
This chapter took me three and a half weeks to write (mostly cause im lazy..but also because of writers block which is a polite way of saying really lazy)
The Character of Slack was named after one of the writers of the show, David Slack (my way of paying tribute to him and the show...which should never have been cancelled..damn Ben 10 taking over...friggin old man and his stupid nephew...whoops started rambling).
Also regarding Slack i apologize if the martial arts she uses are all bull crap or made up, i was using three martial arts styles i pulled from the back of my head so i apologize if there all a bunch of mumbo jumbo the only one i know is legit is the 5th degree black belt level in karate (cause that's what Wesley Snipes has in real life and as you may or may not know, i Idolize Wesley Snipes.) .
Lightlad is Dr.Light's son (I know he wasn't married in the comics but I don't follow the comics), I plan on making a small story arc about the rocky father-son relation ship the two share, also without giving to much away he and Raven won't get along and I might (this is a big might) write a chapter pairing the two as a team (not as a couple Raven belongs with Beastboy and Lightlad with T...whoops don't wanna spoil it for you)
While still on the topic of Lightlad and the comics, I used Jericho's back-story from the comics to explain why he saw past Lightlad's 'flaw', if you don't know in the comics Jericho is Slades son which is what I assume he is in the T.V. show to.
Red and Blizkid will have a big brother little brother friendship in later chapters, without spoiling to much I can say both have similar backgrounds that let them relate to the other, there like two sides of the same coin, each one representing a way a person can go after a tragedy, Red's the "Hardened Wisecracking Badass" side of the coin, whereas Blizkid represents the "Gentle Shy and Soft-spoken" side.
Tag's back-story will explain why Mas and Menos are M.I.A. (Missing in Action) as well as explain how she became a hero and joined the Teen Titans.
The part with Tag and the squirrel took me the longest to write, I literally cringe every time I read it it's so freaking soft and tame compared to the rest, I apologize if it was lame, I'm not the best at fluff I don't watch movies that lack action or violence.
Before any one says anything the character of Red is highly influenced by Hellboy (property of Mike Mignola and Darkhorse Comics) in terms of his appearance, so, yeah, please don't sue me Darkhorse (Not that I have anything of value you can take from me)
While were still on the subject of Influences I'd like to thank Beastboy-In-Blue (hopefully he reads this) whose character Blizzard was the inspiration for the character Blizkid , you should all read his story and pray that he updates his second one.
Next Chapter: The teams are finally decided and while Slack, Red, Lightlad, Blizkid, Tag and Sev wait for their plane to Hallow City they talk about what they did prior to becoming heroes as well as being recruited.
Please Please Please Please Review, I know I said it earlier but I also know that there are like 20 people who read the last chapter so it's not like this stories being ignored (Which would suck ass cause I think it's pretty good, especially with some of the crap on this site) so please take like a minute out of your schedule, I don't care what you write (so long as it's not "You suck" or any variation of said sentence)
