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 storyline. I give full 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 3 – Making New Friends

A harsh kick to the side woke Robin with a start. Glaring, Robin felt his fist balling up and ready to strike but held the urge in. Getting up, he looked around and noticed many others exiting their cages. Even his new acquaintance, Beast Boy, was stumbling out of his cage and into the small hall. No one spoke as they slowly made their way in single file order, surrounded by guards in the little space that remained. Chains grinded on the floors and the clinking sound echoed around their ears.

Robin continued to walk and keep his eyes forward until a room caught his attention. Turning his head, he looked right at a door that appeared to be made out of some form of dark metal. Dents scattered over the door and a small glass window stood about eye level to the growing young man.

"That girl you saw last night… That's where she stays." Garfield said, his voice barely audible over the sudden shouting behind the males. The fight broke out behind them, but both males continued to walk. Finally they entered the room and this one interested Robin. Tables sat around in rows and in the far area in the room was a small line, clearly for where the prisoners could get their meal for the morning. Robin followed the line and looked around as he joined the line for receiving food. Aliens of all shapes and sizes lay scattered around the room. Some ate in silence, others chatted quietly among themselves, and all the while they sent glares in the direction of various guards when given the chance.

Grabbing a tray with his chained hands was difficult, but the task was not impossible as the worn brown gloved hands finally gripped the large metal tray. Taking another step over, the male looked up and met eyes with a slimy looking creature with seven large tentacles. A tentacle rose and gripped a metal spoon, slapping the strange substance onto his tray. Robin felt his stomach turn at the thought of getting near the stuff. Taking a few more steps, he only grew greener as more food was piled onto his tray. Looking at Beast Boy, the already green male simply looked at his taller companion and shrugged. Both of them turned to find their seats.

"You get used to the food really." Beast Boy said. Taking his bent up spoon, he shoved it into the oozing substance and placed some into his mouth. After a quick swallow, Beast Boy chuckled. Robin looked like he was going to throw up and it was clearly entertaining Beast Boy.

"So, what exactly is this place?" Robin asked, letting his spoon play around in what appeared to be moldy pudding. Placing his spoon down, he lightly pushed the tray away. He lost his appetite.

Beast Boy gave him a weight look and shoved more food into his mouth, "Yo meen to telf—" Stopping, the male swallowed and sighed. "You mean to tell me that you were kidnapped and brought here and don't even know what this place is?" Robin only nodded. "This is the Carnage. The town willingly, and even forcefully, comes here and vote on people they want to fight. Then they place bets and watch people fight."

"Like wrestling or something?"

Beast Boy rolled his eyes. "If wrestling involved fighting to the death, then sure."

Robin's eyes widen. "To the death?"

Nodding, Beast Boy continued, "After D-Day these scum bags came here to reign over us all. It failed after they realized that the soil was too dry, little to no water, and other obvious stuff that is around." Reaching for a dirty glass, Beast Boy sipped the discolored substance within it. "They left and only a few thousand of their kind stayed behind."

Robin looked down absorbing the information he was receiving.

"This place seems to be a good way to get money in their eyes so here we are, the pawns to their game." Beast boy concluded.

"What happens if you live?" The masked male asked. Beast Boy looked at his food. He was quiet as seconds ticked by, but he finally spoke.

"You continue to fight. Don't worry though, you won't last long."

Robin glared. How was this stranger so sure of that? Opening his mouth to protest, he quieted when the green male continued.

"People make it far, but when you go against the Champion, you easily die."

"Who is this champion?"

"Her."

Robin turned his head to where Beast Boy was pointing and froze when he saw the auburn haired girl from yesterday walk in. Her arms and legs continued to be heavily chained down and her eyes glowed a bright green. The only difference was the neck cuff was removed and she had no one tugging at her to get her to move. Walking over to a table, the girl sat down and slammed her cuffed hands onto the table, causing a large dent to form in the metal. A guard slowly walked over, dropping a large tray of food onto the table. The girl shouted harsh words at him and began to gorge herself into her meal. It took seconds for the large amount of food to disappear and Robin stared in amazement.

"It's rumored that she has eight stomachs or something." Beast Boy chuckled. Robin looked away and took a deep breath. "Some advice, don't make attachments. I did and when we were all captured things went to hell."

Green eyes saddened at the thought. "They are around here somewhere."

The sound of a buzzer went off and everyone began to stand and head towards the door. Robin stood, followed by Beast Boy.

"Day one. Hopefully you don't get chosen." The green male said. With those final words, he disappeared into the mass of creatures that headed back to their cells. Robin noticed the green boy in his cell by time he reached his, but neither spoke a word. Robin took a seat in the cell and looked around. Stone, dust, and a sheet. That was all that littered the room.

Leaning back, he let his body hit the cold ground. A sudden jabbing pain in his shoulder near the wall caught his attention and he sat up, moving the thin blanket. His eyes landed on what looked to be a small button and he let his hand reach over and press it. A stone in the wall lowered slowly and a small screen replaced it.

Beast Boy watched this happen and turned away. "After a while you stop watching. It's a constant reminder of our future."

The sound of horns went off above Robin and he watched as the horns were played by a bunch of P'liph on the green. Robin took notice of many guards that were around and not all of them were the fish like P'liph. The man he had seen before walked out and stood in front of his throne, his hand raised high and a wave of cheers and roars erupted. The man looked nothing more than a regular man with tan skin, his dark brown long hair held together by a band. His chest was bare aside from the sash that crossed his chest and held the bottom lose trousers to cover his lower end. The finest materials Robin had seen in ages sat on the man's body and it all added to him looking like a Roman emperor. Nothing compared to his ugly followers. The guards wore rags, barely as nice as one inch of the throne the man sat on. What kind of ruler would gorge himself in riches while his men suffered? That felt pointless to ask.

The audience finally quieted and the man stepped forward. The screen zoomed into the man and he spoke, "Citizens, scholars, noblemen, and sometimes ladies… I greet three, our finest of times. Tonight, I bring you games. Ah, yes, games of intrigue, scandal, and best of all… Death. In this ring of battle all are equal, all are condemned. May these warriors bring us joy and entertainment and most of all… glory to the Carnage!"

The roar of the audience was deafening as he slowly sat down, his head held high. Chants erupted out and the constant 'Solhan' chant grew among them all. Robin felt hatred forming.

"Let the electorate proceed!" a random guy said, his voice magnified somehow to get past the audience.

Each person looked down, their hands reaching for something that Robin couldn't see from the way the camera angled. The familiar blank huge screen began to flicker. Faces appeared and disappeared, continuing to rotate until it finally stopped on two faces.

"Mammoth versus Velner from planet Bok!"

A large looking man with long red scruffy facial hair stepped out of an opening. His clothes were torn and dirty, similar to the clothes the majority of slaved contestants. He pounded his fist together, letting out a roaring battle cry. Stomping his foot forward, he received a roar of chants. The other man stepped out and his red skin looked dark under the pale clothes he wore. His razor like hands rose in front and his bug like body gave the image of a praying mantis.

"Let the games… Begin!" shouted Solhan. His smirk grew when the two fighters raced at each other. Robin watched as the two engaged into combat. Mammoth pulled his head sized fist back and slammed it at the red creature, but a dodge easily came with fast reflexes. A sharp hand like claw lashed out and aimed a slash to the large mans chest. The aim hit and blood dripped from Mammoth's chest, but he only smirked, reaching out and grabbing Velner and tossing him easily across the open area. He landed on the ground and forced his body up. Looking over his shoulder, the large bug like eyes blinked and an angry look crossed his face.

The battle continued and Robin watched as the two fought to kill. Blood poured from gashes to the arms, legs, head… Finally the final blow came as Mammoth slammed the alien into the ground and watched as the blue splattered his face and drained out of the alien. Mammoth stood straight and threw his hands back and forth, beating his chest as he let out an animalistic roar. Robin shivered as the audience screamed with blood lusted looks and encouraged him. Looking away, Robin slammed his fist onto the button he had pressed earlier and ignored the screen as it disappeared.

It was quiet.

Taking a deep breath, the male leaned against the wall and glanced over to the cell across from his. Opening his mouth to speak to his new acquaintance, he paused and watched as a guard walked by. Stopping, the guard paused and whispers left his mouth. A metal hand reached out and gripped the bars to Beast Boy's cage and more words were shared. Dropping his one metal arm and clench both, metal and human hands, he turned and walked down the hall.

Beast Boy stared straight ahead and stared at nothing, his expression angry. Turning to the side, he slammed his fist into the wall as hard as he could.


Hours went by and the sound of horns, followed by returning fighters filled the area. Robin grew used to the sounds of cries of pain or anger. He was learning to block them out. Glancing over at Beast Boy, he couldn't help but worry. The green male had yet to speak a word and it bothered him.

As if his mind was read, a voice was heard from the darkness of the cage.

"Do you ever wonder how the torches stay lit?"

Robin looked towards one of the many torches in the hall. He pondered the question, but answered truthfully, "No, I can't say I have wondered why."

Beast Boy sighed. "I always thought it was magic or something. You know, when I first came here. No one lights them and they never burn out." Chuckling, he continued, "I was trying to hold onto anything that kept my mind out of this reality."

Robin stayed quiet.

The sound of a buzzer caught Robin's attention and he stood up. Every cell opened at the same time and he stared at the exit in question. Stepping forward, the male exited along with everyone else. Beast Boy looked up at the taller male and answered the unasked questions. "We're done for the day. We all get to eat and actually hang around like prison mates for a little bit before we go back." The taller male simply nodded and looked forward.

One by one, everyone entered the large mess hall, but this time another door was opened in the far end. Some aliens entered the room, talking among themselves. Beast Boy pointed, "There's someone you have to meet." Robin nodded and the two grabbed their food. The food turned his stomach, but he heard a growl escape from inside of him and knew that he'd starve to death if he didn't eat soon. Together the two walked into the new room, similar to the others. Torches were lit everywhere and the room littered with many people.

Beast Boy took a seat and Robin sat across from him. Looking over, he began to speak as Robin choked down the food. "That guard is not a guard." His voice was barely above a whisper as he spoke. Looking at his masked friend, he continued, "I wasn't alone when I was taken. It was me and four others."

Robin took another bite of his strange food as he listened; glancing at the guard that stood off along the side of the room, his whole body covered with the familiar clothes, but the only difference was that he held a large spear like weapon. His face was covered in a dark shadow from his hood, but Robin could clearly tell from earlier that it was the tall, half metal male he saw talking to Beast Boy. Beast Boy continued, "Cyborg is his name. Victor Stone. We met when we were younger. Along with us were Terra, Raven, and Karen. She also goes by Bumblebee."

"Where are they?" The Boy Wonder asked.

"Raven is a servant for King Solhan. Cyborg is a guard. Bee went missing, but Terra… She went crazy and then disappeared. They took her away, probably too..." Looking down, the male went quiet. Beast Boy sighed. "Cyborg is—"

The sudden sound of a fist slamming down on the table caused both males to jump up, the defense level set on high. Familiar bright green eyes and long auburn hair caught Robin by surprise and he backed up as a hand reached out for him with incredible speed. The girl grabbed Robin by the tunic shirt roughly and pulled him in close, her pure green eyes glowing in fury. Her mouth opened and words left in her native tongue, foreign to both males' ears. Random witnesses looked over in curiosity and the half robotic male looked over, his grip on his spear harder.

Suddenly lips were on Robin's. His eyes widen and Beast Boy's jaw dropped as he watched the action take place. The kiss was harsh and held nothing in it other than anger. Pulling away, the girl glared more and words left her mouth.

"You did not assist me when I requested your aid!" the girl barked out. Letting him go, she shoved him and watched him fall back onto the bench that he had previously been sitting on. Her native tongue has heavy on her words as she continued, "You should beg for mercy!"

"W-What are you talking about?" Robin asked, words barely able to escape. Looking away, her chin went higher and her nose crinkled in a snobbish way. Her arms were chained together, hiding her wrist all the way to her fingers, completely unlike the other prisoners. "How was I supposed to help you? I couldn't even understand you!"

"Did I not look like I was in need of help?" Looking back at him, she gave him an irritated look.

"Look, I'm sorry… I would have helped you, but I didn't know what you said…" Robin said, a hand rubbing the back of his head.

The girl turned away and began to walk.

"Wait, what's your name?" Robin asked, taking a step closer.

"My name," she began, still walking away, "I am Princess Koriand'r of Tamaran. Here, my name can be translated to… Star fire…"

"Starfire…" Robin murmured. Beast Boy shook his head.