Author: I bring to you chapter 15! The end of the fight with the Brotherhood of Evil, but let me just say it is far from over. ;) You get to start off by learning more about our newest character and what he faced in his life, but only the beginning. It will later dip out in chapter.. 18 (the one I'm currently writing). I hope you enjoy it for I have much in store to wrap this story up! Thanks for the reading and thanks Mara for pumping me up with your reviews. Enjoy! :P

*Spoiler Alert!*
Because I'm feeling generous I'm going to give you some cool info, though little it actually is, hahaha. In Chapter 18 you get to see, briefly, the other energy users (as they were when they were younger since it was like four years prior) and I might (MIGHT) thrown in some kind of hint for the sequel story. Pay attention!

Disclaimer: I only own anything I've created and took the time to design. That's all. DC isn't mine.

A child's laughter vibrated dimly in a distant memory, some forgotten place that once held beauty, love and understanding.. along with comfort and safety. Such things came in new appearances where once it was a caring family, trusting friends, a secure life.. and a perfect path in society. Now, in their new forms, they glowed as power, isolation and traveling. Those were his treasures now. He had.. evolved, solitude his only true companion.

The laughter shifted into a scream as the child entered the room where his parents were. His mother was on the floor, sobbing, purple dress torn in several spots, a long tear trailing up her left leg. His father stood over her, towering as tall as his height allowed, fist clenched tightly. The child, though the ripe age of six, picked up on the situation instantly; from the red blood on the floor to the bruises on his mother's skin.. to the wrecked room and the torn bed sheets behind her. Domestic abuse. That had been what the police had called it.. and what he'd been taught to hate in school.

That had been the first time he'd seen his parents fight.. or the results of it. He'd heard them argue quite a lot, but never saw violence.. at least when he was around them. Sometimes he'd hear a thud, but assumed something had been broken, never investigating.

He hadn't known how to react as a child. He just cried and his mother would soothe him after 'dad' would leave and she'd cleaned herself up. It was a traumatic life style, but like a roll it just went downhill further, faster, out of control until it exploded. At the age of ten his father had come home drunk on a Fall day, early into November and he was in a violent mood. He started knocking things around.. yelling for Rosa, his wife and the boy's mother. She had been baking a cake for her sister's birthday party later that day, but was cut short when she was roughly seized by her husband, Timothy. The boy had entered the room, about to help his mother, but was stunned to see her struggling against his prowling father. Unaware of his son's presence he pushed her against the counter and proceeded to unbuckle his pants.

On the counter to the boy's right was the kitchen knives in the wood block and he pulled one out, rushing forth to sink the tip into the man's back, dragging it down. Timothy had screamed, whipping around to smack the boy aside, yet was unable to grab the knife to pull it out. His mother had grabbed a skillet and smacked him in the head, knocking him out. Before she could stop him her son had taken the knife and repeatedly stabbed the man.

That was the first time her child had shown true aggression as he sunk that blade deep each strike. He put so many holes in him that he bled out. The neighbors heard the scream and his mother took the knife from him, cleaning his hands. When the cops arrived, an hour later, he was shivering from an internal chill as he stared down at the body. Within the next few hours his mother was thrown in jail for murder. The jury overlooked the fact that she was a domestic abuse victim since she never reported it and she was sentenced to life in prison.

The son, Lorius Vicsen as his name stated, was supposed to be thrown into foster care, but he ran away. He became a thief for over a year before he was discovered by a person who was rich- a millionaire by the name of Lyle Marks. He saw the good in the boy and took him in, gave him a home, a stable environment. 'Mr. Lyle', as Lorius dubbed him, was a very generous man. Similar to Bruce Wayne he was a charity giver, a shareholder in several companies and had everything provided to him.. but he never suffered a major tragedy that hit home. He had a happy home, filled with maids and butlers, servants and guests. Though not a celebrity the man was well liked and thought highly of.

An incident happened, though, when Lorius turned 12, almost a year with Mr. Lyle. They were driving home from school (Lyle had enrolled him a little after taking him in and today had picked him up from said school) when suddenly an object crashed down into the road before them. The brakes screeched to a stop and they got out quickly to see; a circular meteor shape was in a large crater in the center of the street.

A loud roar followed shortly and the glass windows of the buildings around them, and those on cars, shattered with the high pitched frequency. They were forced to cover their ears. Steam hissed from open ports on the sides of the sphere as it began to slowly unfurl, opening like a blossoming flower.

It had thin slits of visible silver skin beneath black armor with red eyes, claws and glowing symbols on it's plated armor. It was tall, eerily so, with an imposing build that looked very solid.

It flexed it's paws before moving to leave the crater, pounding feet filling the air and shaking the car. Lyle had rushed around the car, grabbing Lorius' arm to pull him away; they weren't safe here, not at all.

"Runnn!" Mr. Lyle was practically dragging him as he stared back at the creature. It was clearly alien and very powerful.

"Raaahhhh!" The beast snarled as he followed after them, each stride bringing it closer to their fleeing forms. They couldn't outrun it, couldn't fight it, what were they going to do? "Humans!" Oh jeez, it could speak?!

They pushed their limbs faster, moving as quickly as they could muster.

A brief silence behind them signified it had disappeared and they paused to catch their breath, looking wildly around for it. Lyle let go of the boy's hand as he bent over, panting.

Suddenly the wind whistled and the ground shook with a violent tremor that nearly knocked them off their feet. They turned to see the beast behind them. Right as Lorius was about to scream the beast slung it's right arm out, flicking Lyle away like he was a doll. He slammed into a wall and sunk to the ground while the beast snatched up the boy, lifting him to it's face. He kicked at the air and punched the beast's fingers, trying to force it to release him. Just as the beast was moving forth as if to eat him it blew a gust of wind at his face, causing the red symbols to glow brightly from the action.

The creature studied him before a loud, booming voice uttered from it's maw; "Golden hair. You are of nobility. Eyes like a storm. You are beyond what you seem. You are a hero." It leaned closer and inhaled, the boy's blonde locks fluttering toward the beast. "Ahh.. you are not human like the other. What are you?"

The boy, confused, stuttered, "W-what do you m-mean not human? I am human! What a-are you?!"

The beast began to laugh, plated skin shifting. "I am a Ravoro, watcher of the Crimson Aura, a warrior of the Cor-val race. I drifted too far from my path and crashed here, on Earth." It placed it's other hand beneath the one holding the boy and let him down into it. It held him up as the boy sat in it's scaly palm. "I am sorry for my arrival. My kind are momentarily hostile when in new atmospheres." It glanced over to see the other human stirring. It crouched, lowering it's hand to offer him a place. "Forgive me, Earthling, it is hard to get use to foreign worlds."

"You've been here before?" Lorius asked, in awe. From the corner of his eye he saw Lyle climb onto the hand and the two were side by side as the hands linked against each other.

The creature nodded. "Earth is not kind to creatures like me-" It turned it's head and peered up with red orbs. "Company. I believe your Earth heroes will come to challenge me." A smirk twitched onto the thing's mouth.

"The Justice League?" Lyle asked. The thing nodded as the millionaire gestured to the ground. "Put us down. We'll tell the JLA you don't mean any harm, they'll understand."

"If they only would. I must leave, but I will bestow upon you a gift, young human." The red eyes narrowed on Lorius. "Stand, accept what I have to offer." The boy rose to his feet and the creature lowered it's hands, placing the two down before lowering itself to level it's face with the boy's.

It blew down at the ground, the air rustling Lorius' clothes as something took shape just a few meters from his feet. It looked like a.. black and red sash.

"My gift to you. You will have my powers, my form, for combat if needed. My people are strong, our skin impenetrable, unable to boil. You will have many powers. You will face adversary's who crave this power, this guise.. be warned that the first few moments you use it you won't have control. You will be wild, dangerous, the hunger tough to deal with, but as time wears on you will gain a hold over it."

The memory, as it was, shifted to a later one.. the time of which he was taken. It was shortly after he'd received the sash and the creature- Ravoro had left Earth. He was the same age as Silvy.

Bright lights filled his vision, he'd been grabbed off the streets, subjected to tests, experiments with a chemical he knew nothing about. They told him little.. and he never realized his full potential and when Jack killed the scientist.. well, the answers went with the man to his grave.

A scream filled his ear as he heard himself writhing in pain in his cell. He'd been separated from the rest, treated like a pet.. and exposed to pain on a grand scale as if to prepare him.. but what?

He was strong, mentally, and was sharp with his energy. Yes, he was the Bishop. He was given a new identity here.. through Sari.. he became Atty, short for Attica, his power. Attica Energica Mani Latica. Gold energy manipulation. After ditching the others. He went to find Mr. Lyle, but was surprised to find he'd been killed during his captivity. His heart grew cold and he chose a dangerous path.

As he progressed into his mercenary career he began to realize just what made his powers tick. Shock, reflexes, surprise, pain, adrenaline.. anything that caused the body to react out of instinct or being alert.. and as he advanced he discovered his.. other capabilities that accompanied it.

He was pulled from his memory as he towered over the unconscious trio of villains that he and his two comrades had defeated. The Brain, in his glass domain, stood to the side of the machine's control panel in his machine, bubbles floating up in that dark liquid.

"You alright?" A hand was placed upon his shoulder and he jerked his head toward the voice, frowning at San.

He nodded simply, turning the expression upwards into a soft smile. "Yeah." He shook the hand off before stepping toward the mastermind of the evening. "But he won't be." He said threateningly.

Silvy moved over to the machine, climbing up onto the platform to make sure Sari was alright. Just as he reached to grab him a sharp jolt of blue energy struck his chest, throwing him back, onto the concrete floor with a groan. When he looked up the Saphrica energy was alive around his friend, slowly getting stronger.

The machine began to beep as it powered up, the whirling of mechanisms within giving more life to the room.. and also a sense of impending danger.

"Shut it off!" Silvy hissed, gesturing toward the machine as he rose unsteadily to his feet, clutching his chest.

"On it!" San rushed the the control pad, panic filling her system. C'mon! Work buttons, work!

She flinched when suddenly Sari awoke and began screaming in pain as the machine drained him, blue energy floating around him brightly.

"My dear girl.." The Brain's voice spoke up and San's blood ran cold. "..you are too late. Nothing can stop us." He'd said that in the vision.. this was not good.

The ceiling opened just as she'd seen it, revealing the evening sky above.

The roar of the beam as it shot to the sky drew all attention to the machine and Sari, in pain, as he writhed.

She leveled her cool brown eyes on the organ, smirking darkly. "Just watch me."

She pushed more buttons, but a surge of blue energy slammed into her side, knocking her away from the panel.

Silvy couldn't stop staring at Atty's strange sash. It was glowing the same colors as it was: black and red. Atty peered down at it, eyes wide, before glancing at the machine.

Suddenly the light engulfed the boy and he released a long yell of surprise before the light died down to reveal something that instantly made Silvy tense with fear. What the heck?

Instead of Atty stood a thing of the boy's height and weight, but where clothes had been was now silvery sections of skin which contrasted with black armor that ran along the body. Red eyes fluttered open and the thing snarled. Was that Atty? It peered around, searching, scanning, before it's eyes settled on the pair.

"Oh, no." Silvy hissed to San, who stood to his left. Her casual form shivered in dread at Atty's appearance. What happened to him? What was he?

"Atty! What's going on?!" San took a step forward, her brown hair cascading down from her head in waves, like the ocean, mirroring those deep pools she called eyes.

"The machine's controlling him! San, hold him off while I destroy the machine!" Silvy ordered, darting over to the device to try and figure it out.

"You got it." She called back as white energy sizzled in her hands. "Let's tango, Atty." She rushed forward just as the creature did and they crashed, her charged hands pushing against the chest while Atty's clawed ones slammed down onto her shoulders. He was thrown back and she was dropped to the floor. Just as she got back up it was swinging at her, claws glistening crimson. She barely evaded before 'sword fighting' with their hands. Her glowing hands connected with plated armor and sparks flew when they moved away.

The creature was strong, inhumanly so, and it was apparent Atty had no control. "Humannsss!" She flinched when it yelled this and charged again.

Silvy was having no luck. The control panel was in two languages; French and Russian. It made no sense to his purely English nature. "Gaaah, San, I can't read this!"

"I know! I couldn't either!" He glanced back to see her and the beast had some space between them.

The creature honed in on the screaming and locked eyes with Sari's squirming body that was held at the machine's center. It gave a roar before pounding it's way over to it and smacking it's fists against the side. The left thrust through metal and retracted with a handful of wiring that crackled as it destroyed them, tossing them away. It reached back in, took another handful, and snapped them like twigs. Sari began to stop screaming, panting in exhaustion as the machine deactivated.

The beast changed, armor slinking away, silver and black replaced with grey of the turtleneck and near black jeans. Red eyes dimmed to stony grey and blonde hair glowed on his head. He was once more himself. The sash was at his waist, normal and casual.

"Ugh.. what happened?" Atty fell to his knees, clutching his head, careful not to knock his cap off in the process. It was like he'd been a passenger in a tinted car and the driver had drove really fast, swerving and hitting things.

"That-" San walked up to him, pointing at the sash. "-happened. You became some kind of armored creature and attacked."

"The machine must have activated it." Atty mused softly as the girl helped him to his feet. "And irritated it apparently." He had noticed the hole in the machine, wires ripped out and on the floor. "That's the first time I've ever used it."

San studied the sash for a few moments. "Tell me what it is later, right now we need to grab Sari and get the heck out of here-"

"I can help with that." A soft voice said and the duo turned to see Ruba standing there, hands linked at her back.

"Come on then! Get him down!" Silvy ordered from a bit away, his black eyes gleaming.

She nodded and jumped up onto the platform, working at removing the cables. They were wrapped firmly into place so she had to sever them with her energy.

Prior at the tower..

"I can't wait around! I can be of assistance!"

"They said stay put."

"I don't want to be backup. I'm a great fighter, I should be there. This is my fault."

"It's not your fault, but they can handle this. Just wait patiently."

"Patience is difficult."

Robin chuckled at her defiance and yet submissive ways. She was easy to dissuade from action and yet was fervent about being with them, fighting alongside the heroes. Had that been instilled by Slade? No, it was before that, when she wanted to help fight crime with Sari and yet they made her stay at the tower because she was hazardous.

Had she gained control over her powers?

It had been quite a while since San and Silvy had left. The tower had grown quiet until the Titans awoke. They roamed about, happy yet distant, and tended to their own business before joining Robin and Ruba in the living room.

Ruba drummed her fingers along the top of the kitchen counter she was leaning against, a deep sigh escaping.

"I can't wait any longer!" Ruba said irritably before standing upright, looking over at Robin, who was playing a racing game with Beast Boy, Cyborg cheering on the sidelines. Raven was off meditating and Starfire hovered by her side, mixing something alien in a bowl.

"Friend, you must stay. Your friends will return shortly with Sari." Starfire said gently, causing the red user to glance at her.

"I can't, Starry." That was what she was going to call the alien from now on. "I'll be back shortly." She then activated her powers, channeling anger into her teleportation as it consumed her.

She held Sari in her arms, his limp body weighing a lot. They say being asleep means you're dead weight. That was accurate. Ruba clutched him before rejoining her friends on the floor.

She blinked when she saw the blonde, confused about him. "Ehh? Who are you?" She questioned at the casualty of which San and Silvy stood at either side of him.

The beeping of her communicator alerted her, but why was it making such a noise, now of all time? San and Silvy's did as well. What was going on?

"We'll talk back at your tower. We need to get back there fast, make sure Sari is alright." The blonde said in a rushed grumble.

She nodded and held onto Sari as he was laying on her right shoulder. "Put your hands on me and I'll teleport us."

Silvy and San did so, the male placing a hand onto her left arm while the girl placed hers on the hand holding Sari, as if to support as well. The blonde hesitated before doing the same, his hand touching a wrist. She focused her energy before it suddenly enveloped them all, transporting them back to the tower.