AN: Well no excuse for the shortness of the chapter. So sorry for teh delay and hope you enjoy teh show.
Alienvspredator5- Anxious to see what is to become of our favorite ex-swat turned titan I see. Truth be told I'm wondering the exact same. Sadly tis but a filler chapter this time around. Stay tuned for the next installment and see where my insanity takes Jake next. And as always thank you for reviewing.
Whisper dark rose- Maybe your right about me confusing some readers but I just couldn't sleep at night knowing I didn't respond to my readers in the fullest way possible. Besides you can't say you don't find the conversation at least mildly interesting. As for Raven kicking Blood's ass, well it's a little early for that. But it will come. Also I think we can agree Evanescence kicks ass in general.
To the rest of ya- come on, I know your reading this. And it takes all of one minute to review. So drop me a comment will ya.
ON WITH TEH FIC!
Blood sat with his hands intertwined up on his desk, before him a computer screen. On the screen was a security camera feed from a recently raided Hive cell's base of operations.
The cell had cleared out as soon as the titan's had hacked their servers. All sensitive information had been scrubbed and as an added bonus, their response to Jake's previous holding cell had been priceless. Even though it took a week to procure from the evidence lockup that video was well worth it.
Yes, it would seem af if all was well in his organization for the time being. All except their newest prisoner. Jake Arius was proving quite a though person to crack.
The latest session had almost killed him and still he fights. Currently he was at the main Hive facility until another location could be found. And the reports coming in from the lab techs were concerning to say the least. One in particular from the leader of the cell tasked with breaking him was of particular interest.
Subject, Jake C. Aruis
Results, Subject still resistant to any attempts at subconscious command imprinting. No combination of drugs has yeilded any in retention of imprinted commands. Reasoning has been met with hostility as was extortion. He is showing higher tolerance to physical pain as well as psychological warfare. This tolerance has been steadily becoming a problem and if this trend continues we may lose the ability to control him at all.
Recommendations, In his weakened state we might try again before he has recovered but we'll need to resort to much less harsh techniques. Else we may very well kill him before he caves. Also, as I'm sure you've noticed, lab technicians and surgeons are not quite accustomed to this sort of assignment. We may need to outsource this project to more experienced professionals. List of such individuals will be forwarded in no less than two days .
Blood rubbed his temples to try to ward off the ensuing migraine. This Jake was both figuratively and literary becoming a headache. By contracting an outsider they'd gain invaluable experience, but there would also be a significant security breach. The smart thing to do was contact the best candidate and negotiate a contract. But then again even if they get paid there 's nothing really sealing their lips about the whole operation.
Sighing he stood and marched from the room with the intention of paying their newest prisoner a visit.
In the early morning light, long before the hustle of the city drown out the peace, there stood five teens on an island beach. One week ago to day these same teens stood side by side in a medical facility, looking at the gruesome scene that was once a holding cell for one Jake Arius. Now a week later DNA had confirmed what they already knew and doc's confirmed that an individual losing that much blood would not live to see another day. So here they stood honoring his sacrifice with a memorial of sorts.
Raven was flanked by Cyborg to her right and Robin left and though she had her hood drawn up they could still make out her reddened eyes. Evidence of the tears she had been shedding since the confirmation of Jake's fate. No one was sure of what to say, Raven couldn't say anything without breaking down. Robin said a few words, hollow and generic about how he gave his life for the "greater good." Starfire sang a ballad from from her home word. Unlike the other compositions she's recited this one was soft and gentle, almost as much as an infant's lullaby. Said to honor the souls of their fallen brothers in arms. BB even stepped forward to say a few words. Cy was the last to go as he struggled to find the right words but eventually came to this.
"Jake… Jake was alot to us all. Hero, friend, brother, are but a few titles he held. He was a kindred soul, and didn't deserve the hand fate delt him. Though I knew him for only a short while he was a damn good man in almost every aspect." He paused for half a heartbeat, "We'll miss ya Jake. You were stronger than any of us. God bless ya man."
A gust of cold air blew in from across the bay, on it was carried a single paper. Weather it was coincidence or just divine irony the scrap of newspaper fluttering in the wind sailed in front of the semicircle of teens and gently floated down to rest in front of them.
Cyborg sighed as he bent down to remove the offending shred of black and grey paper… Then froze as his eyes caught what was displayed on it.
On the paper was a picture of an all to familiar face and the column beside it, detailing why said person was on the page. Decked out in full SWAT armor was none other than Jake Cameron Arius. The article heading read, Fallen hero finds redemption in death. The rest was smeared and illegible, but then again that's all it needed to say.
Apparently everyone else also saw because no one made a move to remove it. Cyborg retracted hand and stood. No one said a word as they lowered their heads and fell into silence. All around everything stood still, birds ceased chirping, waves stopped crashing upon the rocks, even sirens in the background faded from the air.
Two minutes past after witch the wind picked up and the errant paper once again took flight. Over the open ocean it blew, never again to be seen by their eyes.
Where the paper had landed was reveled an onyx plaque. Inscribed on its shining surface was the following.
THIS IS OUR OATH TO THE FALLEN HERO
AN OATH TO THE ONES WE'VE LOST
YOUR MEMORY WILL NOT BE FORGOTTEN
JAKE C. ARIUS
Jake sat in solitude, the room only illuminated by light leaking in from the seams of the door ahead of him. The metal chair he was in had been bolted to the floor and handcuffs bound both hands to their respective armrests. In this "down time" there wasn't much he could do so he had settled for a nap.
All was quiet and peaceful, until a very unhappy figure practically threw open the door. The light blinded him but from the form of the figure he could pretty much guess who it was. As his eyes adjusted he could start to make out features of the person before him. And as it turned out his guess was right. Once again he was being "graced" with the presence of one Brother Blood.
Blood looked over the person before him. Newly added to his long list of angry red scars was a brand using the Hive emblem, just below the collar bone on the left side of his chest. The lab tech had suggested it thinking it'd be neat to have him branded as property of the Hive, like cattle. But when hot metal met flesh, the sizzling of skin and muscle, the scent of burning flesh hit their noses. Well, lets just say many a breakfast soon saw the light of day once more. That professional was looking all the more appealing the more he thought about it.
"You are proving to be quite the anomaly, not only have you resisted for this long but you also lived through six days of hell that even the lab techs are still recovering from. I must say I underestimated you. A mistake I don't intend to make twice." His tone though monotonous as always now held a surprising amount of contempt.
Jake craned his head up to look at Blood, "And what the hell's that mean" he spat
"It means that I'll not be taking anymore chances with you. Lab techs are not the right breed for this. No what you need is someone far more… seasoned in this line of work." Blood let that sink in wearing the trademark sadistic grin. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't looking forward what was coming.
Though inwardly he was dreading the upcoming days would not let them see it, not even at the brink of death would he show them weakness. So bringing out his cockiest grin he taunted the devil before him, "Gimme your best fuckin shot."
Blood saw the fire in his eyes and the fight still left in him. Yes, these next few days would be very interesting indeed. Without any further words he turned and left Jake to wonder what lay in store.
AN: Well how'd i do. Honestly I wasn't that happy with how the memorial took shape, but then again if I kept changing stuph until I was happy nothing would ever get posted. As always everyone is welcome to drop a review.