Fan Fiction ❯ Teen Titans: Rogue Knights ❯ Crimson, The Silent One ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Ok this hit me while I was writing my first one, though they have nothing to do with each other. I don't know I have a need to create a good villian, sue me.

I don't own Teen Titans
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(An abandoned warehouse, 12:37 am)

A man sat on the corner of a large couch, staring at a tv screen through an orange and black mask. A low growl escaped his lips as he watched the people on the screen arrogantly showing off thier hair and faces. A hand with soft pink nails began carressing his chest, it's match scratching softly on the back of his neck. The young blond woman lay across his lap, occasionally grinding down with her ass. Several times after his growl she kissed softly under his eye, knowing he couldn't feel them, but wanting him to see her doing it. "Don't worry my love, soon we will find him. Then we will have the key and you will have your revenge. On both of them." Her soft cues drifted through the mask, sending a shiver down his spine. Her hand began to travel further down his body. groping gently on his thigh. "The others won't be back until morning. Do you think..we could..?" A red eye turned to her direction, meeting her blue ones. Suddenly a wave of pleasure shot through her body like a bullet, putting her on the brink of orgasm instantly. Then it was over, fading just as quickly as it had come and leaving her breathless. Her hand left his thigh and went toward her breasts, pulling a switchblade from between them. Pressing the button, she lightly traced the blade along the mask, not even scratching the paint. "I'll let you do what you want, if you do what I want."

He rose, lifting her along with him. Carrying her with one arm, he took the switchblade with the other and used the tip to pull the zipper down her blue jumpsuit. She started pushing his sleeveless trenchcoat off his shoulders, feeling smaller versions of the earlier waves flowing through her. Entering what was once an office, he tossed her on the bed and gestured for her to get undressed. Lowering his body over her, he let the waves intensify, both bringing her to and keeping her on the verge of orgasm. With every wave came another gasp from her lips, sending her deeper into her own world. "Cut me now, please." She moaned loudly as the cut of the blade pushed her over the edge, the waves making it last longer. The blood flowed lightly from just beneath her left nipple, dipping his finger in it, he took a deep breath. At the same time, he entered her and forced another orgasm through her body. Slicing into her flesh below her other nipple, he watched her face, riding her slowly and gently. He began to quicken his pace as she moaned faster and louder. He felt himself building, it was always fast when she was covered in blood. He moaned loudly as he climaxed into her, laying his head on her bloody chest. "Oh Crimson," she moaned in satisfaction, "I love you." She didn't get an answer, hadn't expected one. She fell asleep smiling, while he stared into the wall.

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Crimson was sitting in the living room once more, blood still dripping from his mask, when the others returned. Drake, a loud half dragon leaded the charge into the main room, changing from his human form in excitement. "We found him boss, we found Slade." His fiery red hair flew wildly as horns began to emerge, scales forming from skin all over his body. Steam poured from Drake's reptilian lips as he spoke.

A bald man named Nash, with milky white eyes followed behind, looking quit bored. His sword scraped lightly on the cement wall as he passed. Straightening his suit and sitting down beside thier leader, he waited patiently for a response.

Crimson moved his hand to Nash, the bald man. He rose and began to walk to the 'bedroom' that he had been directed toward.

"What, what does he want?" Drake looked at the bald man as he walked away, still not sure what was going on. Never really sure as to what was going on.

"He wants me to get Bane to translate, he does find it difficult to speak with idiots like you." Nash spoke in an indifferent tone.

"What did you say? Huh? Say that to my face." He flew over and stared down the back of the shaven head. "You got a problem CromeDome?"

Nash was turning and pulling his sword at the same instant, only to be stopped by a glance from Crimson. "He said to calm down HotHead." Replacing his blade, he went to get the woman, hoping she was clothed this time.

"HotHead? How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that!" Drake let a small flame shoot out and hit the ground between Nash's feet.

"I didn't say it dragon boy. The boss did." Sighing at the young fools ignorance, he once again headed toward the office.

Drake stopped in his tracks, his eyes turning toward Crimson. A false smile crept onto his face, "Sorry boss, I didn't mean to lose my temper." He hoped he was believed. This was the only man he had ever been afraid of in his life.

A sound from the enterance signaled the arrival of the final member, a young woman with silver dyed hair entered grinning evily, her blue eyes shining wildly. "I found the other one, the replacement." Twilight laughed maniacly, "I found the bird boy."

Bane stood in the open door to the office, holding her jumpsuit to her chest and trying to zip it up. "He says we are going after Slade first, the other will have to wait. We want the mask off."

Drake finally spoke what all of them were thinking. Facing Crimson he asked, "When are we going to move?" His boss may talk through Bane, but if anyone tried to speak to him through her they usually didn't wake up for a while, if at all.

Bane waited for a minute, then spoke. "Tommarrow night, we will take him out then."

This time Twilight spoke for the group, "And in the meantime?"

Crimson glanced at her without moving his head, then resumed his tv watching. Pointing at the screen, he changed the channel with his mind. Everyone sat down and relaxed, doing exactly what they had been told. Thier only purpose in fallowing him was to widen his path of destruction, not to get caught in it.

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(Slade's Compound, The Next Night)

Drake looked at his leader over his shoulder, smiling when he was signaled to proceed. Grabbing the door frame with both clawed hands, he arched back adn rammed his head into the steel door. As the others entered to building, he tried to pull the stuck door from his horns. A dark blue skinned demoness flew towards him on batwings, grasping the door with both taloned hands and ripping it free. Drake's cracked lizard lips smiled, "Thanks Twilight."

Twilight smiled gently, then threw the door back at him. Still smiling she turned away and landed, "Don't bother HotHead."

Only a gloved hand on Drake's shoulder stopped him from charging after her. Crimson was several feet smaller then him in his present form, still fear does much to quelch a short temper.

Bane spoke suddenly, with a man's voice and not her own. "Split up, if anyone finds the key, look for me immediately." She stared at Crimson for a moment, realizing the excitement of his freedom had increased his force with using his powers. He hadn't just translated through her like before, he had used her to speak with his own voice. She shivered visibly as she ran down a corridor, she loved it when he used her.

Drake took the opposite direction, while Twilight and Nash ran down the main hallway and branched off further down. Crimson walked straight ahead, he pictured this as a castle and knew exactly where Slade would be. The throneroom.

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Drake tore another door off it's hinges and looked inside. Nothing again. He wan't getting anywhere and not being able to fight was making him mad, bursts of steam shooting out with every breath. Turning down a passageway, he ran directly into a robotic fist. Grunting in surprise, he looked up and saw a short bald boy sitting on the top of a large meatlic body.

The kid spoke in a screachy little voice, "Hey skeezebag, who invited you here? Doesn't matter, your not leaving." The metal fist once again hit him in the scaley forhead, throwing him backward. Gizmo charged in his suit, preparing to throw another punch, laughing in his screechy little way.

Another blow to the head did nothing more then amuse Drake, "Cute, but far from enough to hurt me." With that he let loose a blast of fire, blowing it all over the metalic body. He intensified the blast, causing the steel frame to melt around Gizmo's legs. The small genius screamed in pain as the burning sensation hit him. Grabbing the lump of iron containing the boy, Drake snarled. "Where is Slade?"

"Like I would really tell you scuzbutt," Gizmo's arrogance getting the best of him. He kept the insults coming as he was lifted and carried along the hallway.

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Bane stopped in mid stride, her senses telling her that she was not alone. Only her speed saved her from the pink hex waves that collapsed the floor beneath her. Flipping backward, she scanned the area in search of her attacker.

Jynx flipped forward, smiling and throwing more of her hex waves at this new enemy. Several wires fell from the ceiling, almost electrocuting the blond woman. Several darts flew through the air, almost hitting her in the face before her waves blocked them. She cartwheeled toward Bane, tossing wave after wave along the way.

Bane tossed two handfulls of darts, making two daggers appear from nowhere in her hands. The pink haired girl tossed the darts aside, but wasn't fast enough to dodge the knives which cut through her palms.

Jynx screamed in pain and frustration, attacking blindly with fists and spells. Sloppily, she allowed her hands to be captered, and was propelled over her opponent. Slamming into the wall, she broke one wrist and fell lifeless to the floor.

Bane grabbed the enchantress' other wrist and snapped it, making them both unuseable. Then throwing the unconscience girl over her shoulder, she ran down the hallway cautiously.

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Nash saw the creature long before he knew it was alive, the oozing mess easily mistaken for a fungus. The disgusting shape collecting directly in front of him. Quickly drawing his blade, he slashed back and forth several times. With each strike Plasmus reformed and growled in anger. A fire seemed to flicker behind the milky white eyes, "This may be interesting."

Jumping into the air, he dodged a pile of sludge aimed at his head. Softly landing on the thing's shoulders, he leaped off before he began to sink into the oozing flesh. Taking a moment to get his barings, Nash almost fell victim to a falling Plasmus. He barely got away, and as he looked over his own body, his anger was visible. "You ruined my suit, you piece of shit."

Jumping upward, Nash cut his sword into the wall, bringing down a huge electric cable. The wire whirled and sparked as it hit the rising beast, forcing it back to the ground before the electric system shut it down. As the body liquifid and flowed away, it revealed a nude man out cold. A swift cut from his blade removed the man's head from his shoulders. "He could have become a nuciance."

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Twilight was slammed into hard, forcing her head first into a nearby wall. Her demoness face glaring at the genetic monster standing in front of her. Mammoth charging again, his fists in the lead and aiming for her head. A blow to his own head throwing him backward, blood flowing from his nose and lips.

"I ain't never been hit that hard before." A smile crossed his face as he charged, punching her square in the nose. "And no woman's ever going to hit me like that again." He began pummeling her relentlessly.

A double kick from two clawed feet tossed him away long enough for Twilight to get her barings. Flying toward him, she put her hand and his face and pushed backward, slamming his head almost a full foot through the steel floor and knocking him out. Growling, she grabbed his leg and began dragging him along.

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Crimson walked into the main room, seeing the throne he knew to be Slade's, but not seeing the man himself. Suddenly a blow came from behind that could have crushed a man's skull. Crimson however, just turned around in anger. Cinderblock stared dumbfounded at the man who stood in front of him. Holding the cement man by his shoulders, Crimson slammed his head agasint it over and over again. The concrete head began to crack and break after the third hit, but the creature wasn't fast enough to stop his head from caving in. Cinderblock collapsed to the ground, his head crubbling to rubble.

Crimson walked away, kicking the dust from his path and sat in the throne, waiting for the rest of them to show up.

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Bane stood on the left side of the chair, Nash on the right. Twilight and Drake stood on either side of the three prisoners, both smiling in expectation. The three between them had thier hands and feet bound, a gag in the mouth. Crimson rose from his seat and took the switchblade from Bane's busom, and strode over to Gizmo. Once again using Bane, but this time out of anger. "You have insulted one of my men, this is your only chance to reconcile. What do you have to say for yourself boy?" He pulled the gag off to hear the answer.

"You really think I'm scared of some Slade wanna be. You're nothing compared to him." Gizmo then spit into Crimson's face. Big mistake.

A quick flick of the wrist left two dismembered eyelids lying on the floor. Two open eyes stared in horror as Crimson picked up some of the dirt remains of Cinderblock and held it in the palm of his hand. A deep breath blew the dust directly into the poor boy's eyes, causing screams of pain. "Please, I'm sorry. Help me, it burns." Then the pain was too much and no actually words escaped. Only screams.

Another quick flick of the wrist and the screaming stopped dead. Blood flowed freely over the floor.

Crimson moved down the line, facing Mammoth and ungagging him. Bane translated the thoughts once more, "I want to know where Slade is, so tell me and live."

Immediatly the behemoth's pride got a hold of him, growling loudly he stared into the single visible red eye. "I don't care how tough you think you are, I'd burn before I would ever give him up."

Drake smiled at the message sent to his mind, "So be it." A great flame emerged from the reptilian lips, devouring a terror striken Mammoth straight to hell.

After several minutes the body stopped smoldering and Crimson moved on. Staring at Jynx, he was about to ask her where the masked villian was. There was no need, "I'm sorry, I don't know, he didn't tell me." She glanced from one of the smiling monsters around her to the next, finally looking back at Crimson. Teers forming in the edge of her eyes, "Please don't kill me."

The red eye looked at her curiously, Bane relaying a message to her for him. "What will you do to live?"

The teers still leaking down the sides of the pink haired girl's face, "Anything, please."

Bane got the gist of what her lover had in mind and lost her smile then turned to look at Drake, "She is yours, Drake. Do not kill her, or hurt her unnecisarily. Otherwise, you will answer to him."

Jynx looked up and saw almost as much fear in the half dragon's face at facing Crimson as she felt about being his property.

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Crimson sat in the throne, Bane on his lap as he contemplated what had happened. Slade was no where to be found and it was begining to wear on his patients. Twilight lay across the floor licking up the blood left by Gizmo. The masked man slammed his fist on the arm of the chair and started as several tv screens came to life a young man with black hair and an eye mask came into view.

The man's eyes narrowed as he stared at Crimson with hate, "Slade, what do you want?"

Bane laughed gently, "Darling, he thinks you're Slade. That is so cute." She started to pet his cheek as she spoke, trying in vain to get him in the mood.

Suddenly Twilight jumped up, pointing at the picture excitedly,"That's him boss. He's the one Slade replaced you with."

A red eye flared in anger, every one in the room caught in the power of his voice. In one voice they spoke, "What is your name boy?"

"Names Robin, who in the hell are you? And what's with the Slade wanna be mask?" Robin stared hard, realizing this was by no means his advisary.

Once again everyone was caught in the mental momentium, "ROBIN, I AM CRIMSON. WE WILL MEET SOON ENOUGH." The anger within him finally doing what he himself thought impossible, the mask on his head shattering and crumbling to the floor. Black hair fell to his shoulders and his red eyes flared. The screen holding Robin's image shattered, as Bane began covering her beloved with soft passionate kisses. She had never actually seen his face, and was truely excited to witness his freedom fromt he accursed mask.

For the first time that anyone could remember he spoke with his own voice. It was thick with age and experience, No one doubted that he was older then he appeared. "Robin will be mine."

Bane spoke softly between kissing, "Of coarse Crimson, no one has the right to replace you baby, no one."

Crimson stared into the distance, asking himself what made Slade think this person was more worthy then he. Slade was no fool and niether was Crimson. This may not be as simple as he thought.

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Evil bastards ain't they?

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