Carnage


After a series of nuclear bombs go off, the world is left in ruins. Years went by and people struggled to adapt and live through the destruction and disease plagued world. Robin, a simple wanderer, finds himself where he doesn't belong and this leads to him discovering a place he would have never imagined being real; the Carnage. Rated T.


Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titan's or original story line. I give pull credit to Marvel and DC comics for their creations in any characters that may be used in this story. I do however own the plot line for Carnage.


Chapter 1 – End of the Beginning

The cold hard ground was all that brought comfort to the tired young man. His dark hair was a tangled mess and dirt streaked his handsome, slightly bruised face. The black and white mask sat on his face and never moved from its location especially when in the public. A sigh escaped dried and cracked lips as he closed his masked eyes.

A suddenly light hit his face and he opened blue eyes, only to be blinded by the brightness. The shine felt comforting compared to the cramped, small area he had been living in for a while now. It escaped the outside world through a small crack in the ceiling above where he lay and he could only wish it was he who was able to escape this cage and be free.

The moans of agony were loud as they filled the confined area and the sound of metal being dragged across the floor was heard as men and women shifted from one end of their caged cell to another.

Reaching up, his hand stretched out and reached for the crack in the ceiling. After a few seconds he slowly lowered his hand, allowing it to press against the cold hard ground. Closing his eyes slowly, he let out a long slow sigh.

Footsteps were heard right outside of the young man's cell. Eyes remained closed as his ears picked up the deep voice.

"Are you ready?"

Blue eyes opened under the mask and the male forced his body to sit up. Standing, he dragged his chained together feet across the cold, dirty floor and stopped at the bars. His head was slightly tilted down, a dark shadow crossing his face and hiding his expression.

"Now or never." He spoke, his voice foreign to his own ears after so long. Looking up, his shadowed face slightly glowed in the torch light that was held by the man that appeared to be a guard. With a nod, the gate opened and the male exited the confined area and into the long dark hall. As he walked, two guards flanked his left and right. He kept his head held high and an air of confidence grew around him. He passed by cell after cell of beaten and dead looking creatures and humans. They all looked like they had a story or two to tell of their hardships.

The boy never stopped or looked at them. He couldn't give them the shed of hope they needed. He simply walked up the steps at the end of the hall and entered a big open room followed by the outside world. The light shined brightly over him and he closed his eyes as the sound of cheering and applauding filled his ears. He tensed.

Some birds are not meant to be caged.


Two months earlier…

Robin hugged his tattered cloak closer to him as the brown material tried to contain the warmth that was escaping his body. Looking up, he saw the colorful hues of the sun beginning to disappear along the horizon as night was approaching quickly. He had been traveling for days so the desert environment was nothing new to the boy, but he knew he had to find shelter soon or he'd freeze.

Robin looked around and he spotted a rundown old shed that was barely standing still. He hugged his tattered cloak even closer and picked up his pace.

When the male finally reached the shed, he walked in and ignored the door that broke off at his touch. Leaning it back up to where most of the opening was closed off, Robin sat in the corner of the empty, dirty wooden area and sat down. He knew the torn, dirty trousers he wore with the matching tunic shirt were pointless to wear in the cold nights, but since D-Day finding clothes were a miracle.

Closing his eyes, he tried to shut down to rest.

It wasn't always desert land with extremely hot days and freezing nights. Robin's mind began to wander and he remembered the day that everything went downhill…

It was a lovely evening. The half smile from his adoptive father, the bright fireworks, the cool breeze… The evening at the pier was a special day for him and his father to bond and enjoy themselves. That was until a sudden bright flash caught the cities attention. All eyes turned to the suddenly white flash, followed by the gigantic sonic boom, and the growing orange in the distance. It only took seconds for the city to be engulfed and destroyed.

Robin opened his eyes at the memory and felt lonely. D-Day, or commonly called Dooms Day, was the day cities died and fell into poverty. Electricity was gone, manufacturing was unable to function with the high death toll, and spirits were dead. It was three years ago and the world had only got worse from that day.

Everyone Robin had loved and cared for went missing or died. He didn't complain. He was only one of millions of people to be in that position. If it wasn't the heat or cold nights that killed him, it would be loneliness.

Robin sighed, but the sound of rocks being kicked by a shoe caught his attention. His highly trained ears picked up the sound of something outside and he tensed. Reaching into his worn out bag, he grabbed onto a bent up bo-staff. Gripping it tightly, Robin slowly stood and started to walk out of the shed, looking around the dark area only to be greeted by continuous desert and broken down rubble from what probably used to be farms. What state was he in? He had lost tract by now.

Turning around when he saw nothing, he went to walk back into his resting area until his highly trained ears heard a chuckle. Turning around quickly, the boy was met with a hard hit to the head. He crumpled to the ground and lay face first as he felt himself lose consciousness. The last thing he remembered was a person taking a step in front of him and then darkness.