Hello, everyone. I'm really sorry about the late update. I was actually trying to update last Sunday, but the Doc. Manager wouldn't accept my files. Something about the file being empty. I write with my smartphone on an app called "Thinkfree Office", and since I entered the dormitory after my first chapter, it was really hard for me to hook my phone to a computer. But now, I finally have my turn on the very limited set of computers and a lot of demand from all the students in the dorm. Yes, I tried to copy-paste it, but when I did, the fonts were all messed up. So, finally, I'm here.
And since it's been a week from the first chapter, I thought that you might have forgotten about the story. Like I do. And even though I don't, if the story takes a long time to update, it's really hard to get in the flow of the story right away. At least, it is for me. So, I'm also gonna write a summary of the last chapter. Even though there's really nothing to write about.
So, sit back, and enjoy!
Bu the way, I so do not own the Teen Titans. But I own all the othercharacters.
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Summary: Robin finds Slade in his civies, but none of the other Titans believe him. Robin is mad and heads back to the Tower. The Titans are worried.
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"And you let Slade get away!" Saying that he was furious would have been an understatement.
"Robin, even if he was Slade, he's gone now. Forget about him. For now. Rest and tomorrow, we'll look for him." Raven tried to calm him down. Again, she tried, proving once more that no one could calm him down on the matters of Slade.
"How can I relax and have fun when I know Slade's out there?!" He scowled at his friends. "I'm going to go back to the Tower and look for any abnormal activities that could be Slade's doing."
He turned around and left. The Titans looked at each other. Their leader and friend was obsessed with that man. Obsession never leads to a happy ending. History taught mankind exactly that. The hard way.
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The so called Slade walked among people who knew nothing about the man they were brushing past. Who cared nothing. His lips curled up a bit at that thought. He could drop dead and they would still walk past him.
He walked a little more and reached a huge building. There were people everywhere. It was supposed to be an office of... well, something. It was about thirty floors high. He didn't care. All he cared about was underneathe all these. There were fancy elevators, all gleaming. But he passed those and in a far corner, found a wreck of an elevator that clearly read, 'STAFF ONLY'.
He walked up to it and pressed a button, the only button. The door opened to show a dirty, hot, suffocating interior. He stepped in, not seeming to mind the filth crunching underneath his sparkling shoes. The doors closed behind him.
The buttons were also worn out, so much that one would have to squint in order to read the numbers. And even then, find it extremely hard. He brought out a key to open up a small compartment that was located under the buttons. Normally, it would reveal switches that controled the elevator. It was for maintenance purposes. Hoewer, this one revealed a thin slit that was clearly meant as a slot for something, a small black pad, and a touchpad with only numbers.
He put the key back in his pocket and brought out an identification card of some sort and stuck it in the thin slit. He entered a code very fast, as if he was used to this as a person would be used to eating, and pressed his thumb gently on the pad.
"Identity confirmed."
As an electronic voice of a woman echoed in the elevator, the walls fell away to reveal a gleaming interior.
"Personal Identification Code required."
He hesitated. Maybe he needed to change the code. If he hesitated, if he had to feel a small pang echoing through his heart every time he spoke of it, it probably meant he should change it. He sighed inwardly. That's exactly what he's been telling himself for the past fourteen years.
"RICHARD"
"Confirmed. Please retrieve your card. Then select your destination."
He took out his card and put it in his pocket. The compartment would be locked on its own, so he didn't have to worry about it. He looked at the buttons. They were changed as well, all gleaming, and had only up to thirteen. He pressed the button that read thirteen, the red one among silver.
The elevator dropped abruptly. His expression didn't change a bit as the elevator swerved, dropped, and rose. He almost looked bored. Soon, it came to a stop as abruptly as it had dropped.
"Department 13" The doors slowly opened. "Have a nice-"
"Look out!"
The kind electronic voice was buried under the sound of an machine gun firing and a warning that made its way to him even through all that racket.
He took in what lay before him. A training drone was firing a machine gun madly. He raised an eyebrow. There was only one way of disarming a training drone. To destroy its generator, which was buried deep in its metalic chest, just where a man would have his heart. It took only a second for him to take it all in and think of his next move.
He jumped to the right, feeling the disturbances in the air the raging bullets made. He pulled out a gun from a strap on his ankle and took cover behind a desk. When the bullets reached it, he jumped high in the air and before the drone could aim at him, pulled the trigger. It was a clean shot. Right in the middle of the generator. He was back on the ground as it stopped. A man with a few streaks of white in his black hair and beard approached him.
"What happened, Mr. Steward?" He asked the man, who was smiling good-heartedly.
"We were traing the newbie when the training drone went haywire."
"Newbie?" He raised an eyebrow, amused.
"You probably didn't get a chance to meet him, but he's quite good." He said, equally amused.
"If he's good, how did this happen?"
He asked, gesturing towards the drone and the damage it had done. The office had many things. Desks, computers, etc. All of these now had bullet holes in them.
"He actually lasted two whole minutes before that thing marched out of the newbie training area. Not everybody's like you, you know." He said, laughing.
They had what he would call an 'interesting tradition'. When a newbie came, they would take them to the newbie trainig area, which had walls that were bound to crumble after a few kicks. They would leave him there with a training drone that was programed to go mad with the machine gun it was given. It was a training that was bound to go wrong. They did this to evaluate him and to lower his cockiness. Since anyone being assigned to Department 13 would have to be one of the very best among whichever group he was with, it was important to show him that he was very much capable of failing.
He raised an eyebrow at him. Then, his look of amusement changed to that of curiosity as a young man approached them, specifically Mr. Steward, cautiously.
"U...Um... Si..Sir?" He called out, fidgeting.
"Yes?" He asked, holding back his laughter.
"I.. I..." He seemed to be lost at words.
Before long, all of the people in the department gathered around and he stammered even more. The so called Slade, the mercenary, sighed.
"Well, you actually managed to ruin our whole department. Not so bad on your first day, huh, kid?" Mr. Steward asked, trying to sound sarcastic.
"Sorry, sir. I-"
"Congratulations."
Everyone looked at him. Even the newbie stared at him wide eyed.
"I don't know about others' records or how you did, but according to Mr. Steward, yours is..." He looked for the right word. "Impressive."
"I'll leave the explaining to you, Mr. Steward." He smirked as he passed by.
He walked over to an office seperated by bulletproof glass. There were actually two glasses. If the person in the office felt like it, he could hide what's going on inside by releasing thick gas in between the glasses. In the same way, he could make the glass clear again. Right now, the gas prevented him from looking into the office.
He knocked and immediately opened the door. Behind a desk, a balding man sat facing the doorway. He smiled as Slade entered. He frowned. He was supposed to yell at him if he opened the door without warning. The man locked the door by pressing one of many buttons on his desk. Apparently, he didn't want to be disturbed. He narrowed his eyes. Him smiling like that and locking the door was never a good sign.
He took off his cap. He had bangs that sutck to his forehead with sweat. His jet black hair was tied into a neat ponytail with... with... a Hello Kitty hairband? In contrast to his hair, his skin was pale, as if he never got enough sunlight. His abnormally red lips stood out from it. Anybody who saw him would say that he looked sinister, at the very least. But anybody who saw his eyes would argue at that. If the saying 'eyes are the windows to one's heart' is true, then he must have a beautifrl heart. His eyes were blue. It was like looking up to a bright sky. The kind that makes one feel endless happiness and content with life.
He crossed his arms, still holding the cap with his right hand. He looked down at the man, lifting an eyebrow and the tip of his lips slightly.
"Wolfe, take a seat."
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A/N: I know. Short. Both chapter one and two are extremely short. Actually, they were supposed to be chapter one. But then I realized that if I make them capter one, the same problem that I mentioned earlier would arise.
But I can update on the promised days, every Saturday or Sunday(based on Korean time), if nothing important comes up. I'm also considering updating every other week, so that even when I can't write because I'm being buried under all the studying that needs to be done, or just in a state where I really can't focus on it, I can still get the chapters to you. I'm just hoping that this story doesn't get abandoned somewhere in between. So, bear with me.
Slade just enters a high security facility. Who is he? And his password is Richard! And I think we all know who that is.
I'm really excited about this story. This is my first time sharing my stories through the internet. And even offline, I've shone my work to very few people. I'm nervous and excited at the same time.
Anyway, see you next week! Or the week after. Thanks for reading.
P.S. I put line breaks and they get erased everytime! So I had to stick with what I've got now. It's so frustrating!