Fan Fiction ❯ Teen Titans: The Shadow Hunter saga ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Okay. Here's the deal. This is set after the end of Season I, but before the beginning of Season II. I don't own anything in this except Devin Crow. With that let the story begin!
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Chapter 1: The Living Shadow

The day had started like any other in Titans Tower. The Titans had awoken and gone to the kitchen. It was Robin's turn to cook; he had made bacon, eggs, and toast. They had eaten everything, except for Beast Boy who only ate the toast and eggs. Robin had then gone to the living room and turned on the news. What greeted him was a site he was not ready for.

“The three robbers had been leaving when they were killed,” the reporter said.

Robin shouted, “Titan's, living room now!” the Titans had dropped what they were doing and run to see what Robin wanted them to see.

“We have the Security Camera tape which we will play for you know. Parental caution is advised,” the reporters statement caught the Titans attention.

The tape showed the Robbers gathering money from various places all over the bank.
Then it showed their confrontation with the black figure. Raven was amazed at what she saw. Who ever this person was they could manipulate shadows, which only a rare breed of demon could use. Robin made a quick sketch of the symbol the figure drew with the blood from the robbers.

When the report was over he stood up headed for the door and said, “I'm going to run this through the translator, and see what it means.”

“Don't bother. I know what it means,” Raven stated in her monotone getting stares from her teammates.

“So what does it mean miss know-it-all,” Beast Boy said mockingly.

“It means Shadow Hunter,” Raven said shooting a glare Beast Boy.

“How do you know this Raven?” Starfire asked confused.

“I learned a little of that language when I lived in Azurath. I know just enough to know what those symbols are,” was Ravens answer.

“But there's only one,” Cyborg piped up.

“Who ever that guy is, he just over lapped the two,” Raven stated then continued with,
“We're going to have to watch the news closely.”

Across town, an alarmclock was going off. A long lean arm stretched out from underneath the sheets of the bed next to the window in the bedroom and turned off the alarm. A young man around 17 with black hair that hung into his dark brown, almost black eyes, sat up and swung his legs off the edge of the bed onto the hardwood floor. He stood up letting the sun warm his pale chest. His legs still had the black jeans and belt that he had fallen asleep in.

He walked over to his closet and opened it. Inside hung two long black coats. He pulled out the one with the normal collar. He also pulled out a black sleeve-less shirt and black jeans. Two black tentacle's sprouted from his back. Both moved to the dresser. One opened a drawer while the other grabbed a pair of socks and boxers. The second returned and dropped the clothes into his hand while the other closed the drawer. Both disappeared as he walked to the bathroom.

He took a shower put on the clothes he'd gotten before, and brushed his teeth. He walked down out the door making sure he had his key and wallet, headed down the street to a McDonalds ordered, and ate as he walked. He came to a Harley Davidson building went in and picked out a black Low-Rider and road down the street until he came to a large T on an island, looking at it he smiled and rode back home to his apartment. Before he got home he stopped at the same McDonalds and headed home.

He got home opened his refrigerator pulled out a gallon jug, got a glass out of the cupboard, poured a glass and drank while eating. He then watched the news. He went to his closet, changed into his hooded coat, and went out walking again. This night seemed different to him. He couldn't put his finger on it but tonight was different.

What he didn't know was that a giant was watching him. As he walked past an alley, he was grabbed by Mammoth and Gizmo, kicking and fighting the whole way.

“Stick him before I lose him,” Mammoth cried.

“All right,” Gizmo walked over on his mechanical legs, stuck a needle into the boys neck, and injected him with a clear liquid. Within seconds, the boy was out. “Slade was right, that stuff was fast,” Mammoth said with amazment.

“Let's just get back,” Gizmo retorted annoyed. Mammoth slung the boy over his shoulder and the two walked into the shadows.

His eyes fluttered opened and clenched closed from the light.

“Well. I see you're awake, that's good,” said a monotone voice from the shadows.
He turned his head to try to find the source of the voice. A figure walked out of the shadows. The source of the voice was a man with a black suit of armor with a black and orange mask with only one eye hole.

“Who are you?” he asked the man.

“My name is Slade,” was his answer.

“What do you want with me?”

“I am in need of your unique talents.”

“I'm not robbing any banks, jewelry stores, museums…”

“Nothing that crude. I need you to eliminate a thorn in my side.”

“Now that I can do.”

“Wonderful.”

Slade pulled out a remote and pushed a button causing the arm and leg restraints holding him to the table to release him.

“What were those for?” At this question Slade started laughing.

“What's so funny?”

“I think it would be obvious what the restraints are for.”

The over head light bulb suddenly shattered raining glass on the floor. He stood up crushing the glass under his feet and started rubbing his eyes.

“You don't like the light do you?”

“Indirect light I can deal with, direct light I don't like.”

“Well let's get down to business.”

“Okay. Who, were, when. How is my business.”

“Hmm. Straight forward I like that.”

“Whatever. Just tell me what I want to know.”

To be continued…