Fan Fiction ❯ Blackfire's Return ❯ Return ( Chapter 2 )

Blackfire's Return

~*~ A Teen Titans Fiction ~*~

By: Chibi-Suiko

A/N: Welcome to the second chapter of my fiction. I hope all those who enjoyed the first choose to continue to read this one as well. Thanks to those who reviewed! I'm so happy that at least one person has enjoyed my idea so far! Anyway, for lack of news, let's skip this and continue onwards.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans, Blackfire, or Slade. I just write about `em.

Summary: The obvious. Blackfire returns to Earth (Just as she swore to do) and tries to convince the TT's as to why she was forced into thievery. But will they believe her..?

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Chapter One: Return

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(Scene: Same day, city zone, downtown Metropolis, Earth)

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The thick, swirling masses of thunder clouds reigned above the sky. Bitter winds howled, scorching rain fell, and lightning streaked through the darkness. The roads of Upper Metropolis lay abandoned, any stray animal having had enough sense to find any form of shelter. The same, however, could not be said for downtown.

Sirens roared, shouts rung out into the chilly darkness (Though it was only around 3:30 pm), and tall forms clad in royal blue uniform ran around between the alleyways and common avenues.

Among them, though, five forms stuck out like sore thumbs. Two bright green lights fell upon the ground, lighting a small area for clear vision. There was a couple shouts, a gunshot, and the five unknown beings separated, two leaping into the air, and three floating and suspending themselves above the ground as they turned (One form huddling for a split second before producing wings), investigating their surroundings, and then headed off into different directions.

They had been called downtown to halt the sudden spurt of thievery that day but were finding it remarkably hard to tell the loose convicts from the shadows of the parking meters and telephone poles.

The dispensed group let their eyes adjust to the harsh weather conditions that they were forced to battle against the seven criminals in.

A discriminating, hulking shadow stood in the middle of the main street, turning his head in every direction. He raised his arm and entered what looked to be a number code imprint into his skin. Two seconds later there was a *bleep* and he elevated his arm straight forward, parallel to his eyes.

A stream of red light emitted from a newly revealed neutralizing cannon into the dense-set fog setting in. The next moment, his red eye gleamed a couple times and he grinned.

"There're two hiding fifty meters west of the Pizzeria. Starfire. Do you think you can handle them?" He asked, seemingly to himself before there was a disrupted reply from a small unseen intercom obviously attached to him somewhere.

"Yes, Cyborg... I'll handle it..." Then the transmission went out and somewhere above him, two green hand-held lights fluttered and moved forward.

Beast boy dropped next to him, deforming from a giant hawk-like creature into his normal self, rubbing a new lump that had appeared on his head, and relieving a now unconscious man from his formerly claw-ish feet. He now lay under him, still unmoving.

"What's the matter? This one hit you from behind?" Cyborg asked, pulling the current topic over his shoulder carelessly and heading towards the cop car next to a small electronics shop.

"No, actually... Remind me next time, Cy, before I try to fly in unseeable weather. Those apartment buildings can really knock you down..." He concluded lamely and continued to rub his head while his cybernetic friend shook his head, choosing not to comment on his lack of common sense, "The only one I could find." He indicated to the now locked-away man.

"Ah... Huh..." Cyborg replied, the only thing he could think of. About thirty seconds later, a shadow formed from the ground, two men wrangled within it like the coils of a snake.

"Not worth the trouble but..." Raven caught sight of B.B.'s bump, "And I figured only people like this could act so simple-minded." She ended simply and chose to say nothing more about it but Beast Boy could tell when he was really being insulted.

He blushed, embarrassed at the fact that she of all people had to see him when he definitely wasn't at his best.

"Yeah, well... I still caught one first!"

Raven just rolled her eyes.

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Two blocks down, Robin was scrambling around an alleyway in pursuit of two more of the criminals. He had no special abilities, no heat sensors, no lightning rays... The only things he had to fight with was a good defense/offense and a conscience of ten different fighting styles, one that he was going to use to best his unseen opponents and protect his district.

There was a distinct sound behind him and he turned, whipping out his glistening silver rod and extending it so that it made more of an eligible weapon. Next moment, two men enveloped his sight and he was forced to jump above them lest he be trapped from both ends. He ended up on an old crate, probably used as a seat for some of the gangs that hung around the area. The two beings below him grinned widely and began to climb up, one before the other.

Robin smiled, "Not a wise idea, guys..." And he took the rod in his hand and brought it down upon the first ones head, bashing one end into his nose where blood began to spurt out and he cried in pain and grabbed it, meaning he had to let go of his grasp on the crate.

He fell back into the other, who chose not to catch him, and they both fell, one on top of the other, onto the ground. Robin jumped down in front of them, his face the other way. They took this as initiative and immediately grabbed a couple things to use as weaponry to fend off the extremely talented young adult. He closed his eyes, something he'd learned from being Bruce Wayne's trainee for six and a half years, and let sound be his guide. It may have been dangerous when he could have easily seen their moves but it was wonderful guidance as to apply himself for more... Challenging battles.

The whip of a crow bar spun through the air and brought his attention back to the present and he turned, his dowel dropping in front of his face to shield it from any blows, then he swiped it like a baton and pulled the opposing shaft by force from the adversary's hands. It flew high into the air and landed closer to the opposite wall, clanging against the cold cement. Robin grinned, catching sight of the apprehension fully apparent on the figure's face. The one behind him looked just as still, catching onto the fact that they weren't prepared to face someone who had undergone almost a decade of strenuous training to get where he was today.

The second produced a trash can lid from behind his back, nodded to the taller and scruffy looking man, then grasped it in his hand like a Frisbee, whisking it swiftly towards him as they both ducked and ran back into the main street. This was a pointless gesture, which was made perceptible as Cyborg stood tall over the two of them and pointed his neutralizer cannon in their faces.

"End of the line..." He stated threateningly as their faces clouded over with fear and they stepped back, ready to bolt in another direction but he prepared his booster weaponry and watched as its glow illuminated a small patch of street, "And as I always say... Boo-yaa." He grinned victoriously as they finally resolved to defeat.

Raven produced two dark pairs of hand-cuffs, placing them telepathically onto their hands and Robin and Beast Boy secured their entry into the Federal Defense vehicle. They counted six out of eight and Robin took a moment to notice that two of the criminals weren't the only people missing.

"Has anyone seen Starr..?"

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She crept silently towards the coordinates Cyborg had clued her in on, fifty meters West, right..? She felt the soft drizzle begin to pour more fluently and lit the area around her with one of her starbolts. This didn't seem like a good idea, however, as, with a sudden whisk through the air, something collided with her head. It was enough to send her reeling forward but not enough to truly weaken her because of her specialty of being of alien prestige. It strengthened her body like some sort of highly defensive shell and for that, at this moment, she was grateful.

"You are one of those who've tried to run riot in the area and pilfer from the shops?" She asked, acknowledging that he looked no more than twenty and almost feeling a great sense of regret that he'd been chosen to live such a life, "For that I am sorry that I must do this." She took to the air again and, as he watched her with wide eyes and felt his hands drop to his sides, she kicked him in the gut, sending him lurching onto the ground, coughing up sudden spouts as his breath was beat out of him. Starfire lowered herself to him and put her hand on his shoulder to try and gain his attention again, "Now tell me, where is the other; your friend? I'm afraid he must be punished for his crimes as well."

The man in front of her lay silent on his knees, when suddenly he looked up in anger and took a punch to her face, "There's no way I'm letting you in on that secret--" She fell back, mostly from shock, and felt a small sting as she placed her hand to her cheek. To say the least, it burned slightly, which was more than she was expecting from him. Her eyes now grew angry and she produced two more starbolts as she hovered over the pathetic little being who'd chosen to force her friends from such splendid times of The Cleaning of the Spring, and bared her electric looking techniques in front of his face. His expression looked a mix of fury, pain, apprehension, and smugness. And she wasn't sure which one of the above to take most-seriously.

She was relieved of the confusion a moment later, no matter how awful the reason as the other crept up behind her, a steel piece of car bumper in hand. She turned as she felt a shadow lingering above her, her starbolts reflecting only so much on the ground. She turned and gasped on pure instinct before she placed her hands forward (The bolts held, forgotten) and immediately heard a grunt as the man was thrown back into the brick wall of the average, graffiti-labored building at the end of the ally. She opened her eyes, feeling extremely fearful that maybe she'd hurt a defenseless human, she absorbed the power back within her as her eyes welled with tears of fear. She'd hurt someone who wasn't capable of protecting himself...

The man first to attack her stumbled to his feet and came up behind her. Starfire turned just in time to see him hold up a small glass bottle when--

--The man was hit in the back with something violet coloured and he fell forward with a grunt, falling straight into her arms. She supported him long enough to place him on the ground before securing herself with her starbolts for maintenance and floating into the air. There was no one visible at first as she towered above the street, looking every which way to locate the prosecutor of the two men below. She wasn't sure whether to refer to them as her savior or not...

She felt something trace her back and turned, her hands coming to a stop right in front of her, her eyes widening and her mouth opening in a gasp, "... It is you..?! But how--?!"

"--Clumsy as always, Dearest Sister. However, you are not the one I've come for--" Blackfire smirked, her finger tracing the younger girls back as she felt her aura grow into settling waves around her. Starfire felt a pulsing enter her spine, that which was normally emitted through a small portion of the Tameranian's body, "So... Tell me, Starr-Honey... Did you miss me..?!" She shouted as her malevolence got the better of her and she thrust more of her sensation into her hand, bringing it straight into Starfires nerves.

"--AHHH--!" She screamed, her spine tingling and her eyes closing as she felt darkness circle around her.

She supposed that dying in her Sister's hands was not the most unworthy of ways. It was far better than at the hands of Slade, and at the cost of Robin. She felt memories of her short time on Earth spin around as she fell into her older siblings arms. Blackfire caught her easily and eased her into a gentle sleep before floating gracefully to the ground, her now visible body full of scrapes, bruises, and even small specks of blood. But it was still uncertain whether it was hers... Or not.

"--STARR--!" Robin yelled angrily as he ran around the corner and, despite the darkness, was able to make out a sillhouette he'd never been able to forget, one that had almost rid him of one of his dearest friends forever, "... YOU--?!"

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A/N: There we go. Do you hate me yet? I'm still a little weirded out about the way I did this and I'm also sorry about the lack of clarity with the battle scenes. I'm definitely not one to do them well. I only took Karate for three weeks or so (And that was about eight years ago) and I hardly see action movies, those that I do are too hard to describe. Still, I hope you enjoyed this. Do the normality; read, review, and worship me as though I'm too good for you. It stimulates higher self-esteem. ^__^;;

Ciao, ja ne, whatever till next time my friends/fans from the digits--!

-- Chibi-Suiko