AN: I'm really sorry! I've been so busy and I wasn't totally sure what I wanted to do with this story, but now I've got a pretty good idea :)
Disclaimer: Me no own the Teen Titans.
STORYTIME!
"Alright," Annabel called, "is everyone here? Roll call." She began naming all the war councilors.
"Jim, sector Alpha." Jim raised his hand.
"Kyle, sector Beta." Kyle shot her a peace sign.
"Rita, sector Gamma." She gave Annabel an overly-enthusiastic wave.
"Mark, sector Delta." He winked at her and she rolled her eyes.
"Rick and Ryan, sector Epsilon." Rick nodded to her, and Ryan fist pumped.
"Melody, sector Zeta." Melody raised her hand.
"And Genevieve, sector Eta." Genevieve high-fived Melody, who sat next to her.
Annabel surveyed the room and nodded. "Okay then, Robin, would you first like to explain why you have come here." He stood up.
"Well, we just wanted to make sure that everything was under control over here…that's pretty much it." He sat back down. Ryan spoke up.
"Well, are you gonna help us or not?"
"Ryan." Annabel said sharply. He nodded respectfully to her and apologized.
She turned to face the Titans. "Now, what my teammate means is, if you would like to stay for a while and help us take down the mob, you are free to stay. If you wish to leave, we will not stop you."
The Titans glanced at each other. "I think we should talk about it first." Robin said.
Annabel nodded. "Of course. You are welcome to stay in the hideout overnight, and tell us your decision tomorrow."
"I think that's a good idea." Robin said.
"Okay then. Each sector has a spare room, sector Gamma has two. I know it's only for one night, but is there anything I should take into consideration before I assign rooms?"
"Someplace quiet." Raven said.
"Alright. You'll be in sector Alpha. Not much noise there." Raven nodded.
"Okay, hmm…" She pointed to BeastBoy. "What's your name?"
"BeastBoy."
"Okay, BeastBoy, you'll be in sector Beta. I have a feeling that you and Diego will get along famously." The other councilors looked confused while Kyle sunk lower in his chair.
"We don't have someone named Diego, at least not in Beta." Melody stated.
"Kyle?" Annabel smirked.
"Uhm…uh…my dog." He mumbled. The others looked shocked, and Annabel decided to step in before shock turned to anger.
"Okay, Robin and… What's your name?"
"Starfire."
"Okay, you two will be in sector Gamma." She shot Robin a look. "I'm watching you, Romeo." He turned bright red and covered his eyes while Rita squealed.
"Okay, so, you will be in sector Delta." She pointed to Cyborg.
She turned to her teammates. "Are you guys okay with this?" Various sounds of agreement.
"Okay, then. Back to your sectors, people. Show the Titans which room they're in."
One by one, people streamed out of the room until only Annabel remained.
Running.
I didn't know why I was running. I couldn't even feel my feet. The trees flew past me at lightning speed. I didn't feel pain, or anger, or sadness or happiness. I felt something, though.
Fear.
I felt fear.
The scent of smoke wisped around me. "Annie…" a familiar voice whispered.
I stopped and turned around. What I saw made me recoil in horror.
A man, burned beyond recognition. Fire fell from his fingertips. He smiled gruesomely, his mouth bloody.
"No…no, get away from me!" I screamed.
The man chuckled darkly. "Oh, Annie, don't you remember me? After all, you could have saved me…"
Looking at the man, he suddenly transformed into a young man in his mid-twenties, with black hair and warm brown eyes. He still had that gruesome smile. He raised his hands, which suddenly caught on fire, and began walking towards me.
"No…" I started to back up, but my feet wouldn't move. The man came closer.
"NO!" my legs suddenly started working, and I dashed in the opposite direction.
Running.
Running.
Annabel bolted upright, drenched in sweat. She started taking deep, calming breaths like she always did after she had that dream. She looked at her watch.
12:02. It was morning.
She put her face into her hands and fell back onto her bed. Six years. Had it really been so long?
She uncovered her eyes and looked around the room. Every shadow seemed to jump out at her. She looked at the photo lying face-down on the bookshelf.
She got out of bed and threw on some training clothes. She strapped a dagger to her upper left arm and pulled on a black hoodie. She quietly opened the door to her room (the rooms were more like huts than anything else) and slipped outside.
She grabbed a coil of rope and secured it on the hook on the side of her room. She yanked on the rope a few times to make sure the line would hold, and hoisted herself down.
Her feet touched the ground. She shivered, remembering her dream.
It's okay. She told herself. You know that he would never blame you for it.
She shuddered again and began walking to the outskirts of the city.
She paused for a second, listened, and quickly started walking again, speed walking, if not running.
Someone was following her.
AN: Ooh, a mystery dead guy. Guilt. An embarrassed Robin. A possible living nightmare- What will happen next?