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Ok, so lot's of people are asking about how Robin didn't catch the disease. Well, to put it bluntly, Starfire is affected differently, so she spreads the disease differently. You will know in the final chapters how she passes it on.
Chapter Three
Beep, beep, beep
She was hooked up to one of those heart-rate monitor machines, with wires covering every inch of her body. The screen that had her status on it was behind her, and she was incapable of turning to see it. Cyborg and Robin were whispering something behind her, and she couldn't catch anything that they said. All she could hear was the rhythmical beeping of the machine, of her heart.
"This doesn't look normal…," Cyborg said, speaking up for once. "It looks like she caught the virus, but-"
"No." He refused to believe it. Now way in Hell would she ever die with him there to stop it. Inwardly, he knew there was no hope for her, and that there was no cure, and no way capable of saving her life. Outwardly, however, he refused to admit it. He kept refusing the truth, facing away from what was really lying ahead. He refused to acknowledge that the love of his life was going to die in a matter of hours.
Beep, beep, beep
She closed her eyes, waiting for his words that she knew would come. The words that meant her death, and would probably end her life right there.
"but she's had the virus for more than 6 hours now."
Robin was ready to scream for joy, because there was hope. But she knew better than to hope for the impossible. She was just stronger than others, and she survived longer than others. But she would die just the same. "Please," she began, her voice raspy, "do not get your hopes up."
"What do you mean, Starfire?" Robin asked her, a stern look on his face. "You're going to live, no matter what."
"No," she began, "I'm going to die."
Beep, beep, beeeeeeeeeeeeeeep
Her eyes turned red as she screamed, for it was too much to handle at once. She clenched the chair under her, and she was sure she ripped it with her hands. Her breathing stopped, and just for a moment, she felt a smile slide on her face.
Her heart stopped beating.
But she sat up and ran anyway.
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At first, the demonic look in her eyes said that she was ready to strike. But then that died down, and she was hissing, making a low gurgling noise deep in her throat. Both boys were terrified out of their minds, for more than one reason. For one thing, her heart had stopped beating, and the machine had signified her death. For another thing, she was not Starfire. Something had happened to the Starfire they knew, because she was no where to be seen.
Instead there was a girl with disheveled red hair and dark, bloodshot eyes. An animalistic smirk held place on her face, her eyes feral and untamed. No one could tell exactly what was going through her mind, or even if she was going to strike. All they could do was sit and wait for her to make her move.
And then she fled out the door, only a whisper down the hall.
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She didn't know what had happened. But, suddenly, she was cut and bleeding, her flesh torn in shreds on her body. She was somewhere in the middle of town, searching for something, or someone. She didn't know what. She didn't even know why she was here, or why she kept going. It was a reason she was incapable of comprehending, for it was too far out of her reach. It was like grasping for air, trying to search for something that was not there, that did not exist.
Soon, she realized, she could not stop herself from continuing her search. Her feet were moving unconsciously, without her permission, and against her will. Something else was powering her to move, powering her search. Yet, she could see everything that went on. She could hear every scratch and scrabble in the dark town. She could taste the stale air, the solitude and loneliness that was left here. But she could feel no emotion, not even the slightest reaction. Everything was vacant and neutral, not even the slightest of things sending a wave of feeling through her mind. It was like she was a puppet, and she had to learn to live with the strings that held her prisoner.
Her feet stopped and a low hissing came from deep in her throat. There, in front of her, was a dark silhouette, shaded in the shadows of the alleyway. It appeared to be human, from there it looked dead, lying un-moving on the floor. Watching, just watching, she moved forward. No, she ran forward, at full strength and speed. Lunging into the air and onto the figure, a shrill screech rang through the air like a bell. She could not tell if it was her, or the victim beneath.
Sinking her head down low, her lips lay softly on the nape of the boy's neck. Whispering something, something that made no sense to her, in the boy's ear, she began to tremble. And beneath, the boy began to cry. Laughing, she couldn't believe it, she sunk her teeth deep into his flesh. Sucking, the copper taste of blood filled her mouth and dripped down her throat. Feeling nothing at all, simply watching, she killed him.
She would have screamed. She would have begged. She would have cried. She would have, but she couldn't. For she was only a puppet now, living off of the actions of the puppeteer. Though she refused to believe it, she knew that she could not survive without the strings.
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-Alien