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3. Making History
Belonging was a tentative word for Killowat. He knew exactly how he came to this world, but had no idea how to leave.
Now, Killowat liked this world. Compared to the literal nightmare he was forced to live on his true world, this world was paradise. The weather was not being consistently manipulated by that witch or those icy demons. People were more accepting and friendly, even if they had somewhat bigoted beliefs. Crime was low in relative to this world where someone was being attacked at every waking moment.
His world was riddled with pandemonium, chaos streaking throughout his daily routine. Being a member of the Team Titans, Killowat constantly had to deal with the Teen Tyrants, ruthless criminals that were close to dominating the world. They overthrew their adult counterparts in the Crime Syndicate, taking full control of their weapons and towers, holding the strongest members and power for their own gain. Governments feared them; people bowed whenever they stepped into their city.
Everyday, Killowat bravely stood against them with a small group of teenaged rebels. Mirage, Redwing, Terra, Prestor Jon, and Dagon, his best friends and family. The "Drill Sergeant from Hell," Battalion, supported them from afar, training new rebels such as Spell and Vision, ex-members of the Tyrants. Killowat enjoyed their companionship, even though he was a bit of a hard nut to crack. He wanted to defeat the Tyrants for killing his parents in a cold-blooded assault on his city because, in Red Raven's words, "they were bored." Sometimes, he became too introverted in his work, discarding their advice and reasoning until Mirage quite literally slapped some sense into him.
Killowat thought of them whenever he was not fighting. Were they alive? Was Red Raven in their minds and torturing them? Was Blackfire using them as personal punching bags? Were they getting their brains ripped out by Troia? Were the brothers, Hail and Blizzard, using them as "playmates" and throwing them away when they were done? Panicked thoughts wracked his mind all the time, sending him into fits of blind anger whenever any of the Titans dared to snap him out of his stupor.
Kid Flash and Lightning knew that firsthand when they went on a mission with him and met their own counterparts. They taught Killowat how to relax and have fun, something Killowat could never do before. Enjoying himself seemed foreign at first, but Killowat quickly found his smile on his face more and his laugh being louder each time he was with his friends on the Titans, which were mainly the Honorary Titans as he felt he connected with them more, even if they were the counterparts of those sadistic Tyrants.
So, Killowat came to a conclusion: if he worked hard and made a name for himself in this world, his friends would find him and take him back home. If he could to make himself a hero, a Titan, they would find him. Time and space disconnected him, but Killowat had an odd feeling they would be reunited, and he would be able to venture home. He would miss his new world, but the Team needed him. His family needed him.