Fan Fiction ❯ TeenTitans; Road To Ruin ❯ Break Out ( Chapter 4 )
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By: Daggon_dora 
Please, just read.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Hentai / Fantasy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.20.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 326 | Status: Completed
Please, just read.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Hentai / Fantasy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.20.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 326 | Status: Completed
Slade sat in "throne" contemplating his scarlet comrade, wondering if the first phase would work. It was a simple concept, but with intricate details that could be be decimated with even a slight miscalculation. The question was would he let Hex try, or tell him to let the master do the thinking. That would be foolish however. The design, if carried out correctly, was almost genious. Not beyond his of coarse, still it was a route he had never considered.
After a moment of thought, it was an easy decision. Even if it failed, it would probably instill a hatred for them within the demon. If he hated them, he would fall deeper into Slade's grasp and try harder to destroy the titans. A win win situation. Placing one hand over the chin of his mask, he stared down at the silver eyed figure before him. "Very well, you have my resources at your desposal, but anything that excedes your previous estimate must be brought to my attention immediately. Understood apprentice?"
Standing at attention, Hex's face remained emotionless. His mind on the other hand, his ego in particular, was screaming for him to leap forward and squeeze the mask until it caved in and gray brain matter leaked out over his claws. Forcing back a picture of himself devouring said brains, he nodded his head in submission. "Yes master." Each time he said that word he had to fight the urge to regurgitate. "I will send the bald child and the mutant to devert attention immediately."
Quickly turning, Hex began to leave. "Hold on," the words stopped him short. Turning his head, he looked at the villian out of his eye. "What about Jinx? Don't you plan on sending her with them?"
The demon raised an eyebrow, not turning further or leaving. "No." Simple and soft, his voice sounded as if the answer was something Slade should know already.
"`Then you are taking her with you?" His own eyebrow raising, he looked back into the other man's eyes.
"I wasn't planning on it." This was getting bothersome, he had already agreed to let Hex handle it, so why asking about something so trivial now?
"May I ask why?" This was going beyond toying with the pink haired sorceress, wiether it would challenge the scheme of things was yet to be determined. That was the point of his questioning, to descover the extent of this "relationship".
NO YOU MAY NOT, his mind almost begged for him to say. Biting his tongue, he spoke evenly. "She is no warrior, mearly a human with minimal magic abilities. She should remain here, attending to safer tasks." He knew even as the word left his mouth that it was a mistake, though how severe he didn't know.
The smile behind the disguise was almost visible, "I think she would disagree with you." Pointing at the opposite end of the chamber, pushing the white haired being to look into the enterance of the room.
Jinx was on him in a second, slapping him across the face and screaming up at him. "You fucking dick, you think I can't fight? I'll take your head, shove it up your ass and kick you in yoru nuts and chin at the same time." Her eyes were almost purple from red viens popping out in rage. "Come on, right here, right now bitch boy."
Hex's eye widened and visibly twitched as he stared at her, his teeth bared and grinding together. How dare she? First striking him, then refering to him as a bitch and mear boy in the same sentence. He had never been so infuriated. Forcing himself to put up with Slade was bad enough, he was atleast getting something out of that. But this, this irritating, arrogant little female HUMAN. How could such a creature have such gall, such..........he couldn't even think of a word. He only knew what he suddenly felt like doing.
Jerking a red claw up from his side and before her, he prepared to back hand her across the face. Watching her stare at him, he swung his hand full force. At the last second, he halted his arm. She didn't flinch. The knuckles softly moving over her cheek, carressing the flesh. "I suppose that means that means she is coming with me. That is, if it is ok with you sir." There was no question in his voice, it was simply a comment. Therefor it recieved no answer. "After she gets dressed more appropriately."
Jinx's eyes had began to soften, flared up at that. "What is that supposed to mean? What's wrong with what I'm wearing." When he smirked she looked down to see her bare breasts handing out, her shirt and bra ripped in four diaginal slashes. Two of his claws had even left barely seen red marks, though she still didn't feel any pain. Flipping around she stormed back to her room to change. "Jerk." She huffed the insult just before leaving the room.
Hex's wing jerk upward, his tail muscles tightening unconsciencely. An almost forgotten relflex, though it's meaning was easy enough to decifer. Even Slade could read it without trying, putting all his effort into not laughing. Her bravery had awoken the demon's desires. His motions were stiff as he moved to leave, pausing for an instant before going in the same direction as the object of his physical thirst.
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Wren sat silent at the lunch table, enough tranquilizers running through his viens to knock out entire civilizations. He stared into a distant wall not seeing it, his food lying untouched on the table before him. His arms were chained to the chair he sat in, limp legs hanging over the edge. He never even realized someone sat across from him.
The bright green scaled woman didn't move as two generic looking gaurds cuffed her to the seat. Her eyes were trained on the blond man on the opposite side of the table. Her eyes were yellow with virtical pupils that widened and thinned as she studied him. Her hairless head gleamed dully in the florecent light, her tail tip scratching lightly behind her pointed ear. It was him, the one who was singing. Her eyes fluxutating faster, she tried dwelving into his mind. It didn't work, which only impressed her.
"What's your name handsome?" Though her voice was supposed to be seductive, it came off more as a hiss. When she got no response, it only made her change her approach. "I'm Chandra. What did you do to get here?" Again she recieved nothing, causing her to sigh deeply and shut her eyes. Her mind flipped through the varrious things that she could say, but she could only think of one last thing that might work. Taking a deep breath, she struggled to remember the dark melody that had sent her into the most peaceful sleep of her life.
"Blackbird, oh blackbird,
Why can't you see,
Blackbird, oh blackbird,
You can't hide from me.........."
Violet eyes suddenly shifted to her's, his breath quickening and becoming audible. Slowly his mouth began to move, mimicking the words coming from her thin lips. As the lyrics flowed between them, thier voices reached the same pitch and tone. Standing Wren leaned until his face was halfway across the table, his eyes beckoning her closer to him. It was an irrisistible invitation.
She leaned forward, thier eyes never leaving one another, until the tips of thier noses touched. Stil they sang, oblivious to the onlooking patients and the gaurs who were begining to march in thier direction.
".....I'll rip off,
Your traitoress face,"
At the end of the chorus, two sets of lips intertwined in a mesh of scale, teeth and lips. Her fangs scraped along his bottom lip as she pulled away, though he either didn't notice or didn't care. The small trickle of blood traveling towards his chin was quickly forgotten by those around them. A guard tried to pull Wren backward, only to have him whip around with inhuman force and use the side of his blond head as a battering ram. The officer flew back, jaw broken and unconscience.
Before anyone could react, the next uniformed blur was targeted. That was how the half demon saw them all now, living blurs. Screaming in rage, he ran, until his shoulder collided with a fleshy midsection. At that point he simply increased his momentum and put the guy between his large body and a nearby solid wall. Pulling away, he forced himself forward again several times, until there was no longer a barrier between him and the hard surface.
Turning he slammed himself into the wall, shattering the chair and releasing himself in the process. Free of his constraints, he ran directly into the mass of guards running at him. At the last second he leapt over them, landing on the table he had been sitting at alone only a few minutes ago. Chandra smiled at him as he stared at her for a moment.
She screamed in surprise as she was pushed, her head slamming against the floor with great force. She felt a foot press hard against her upper arm and two hands grab onto her shoulder. She watched in horror as he clawed at the scales along her tanktop, finally breaking to the tender flesh beneath. Then she screamed again, in pain as fingernails tored throught he skin and muscle, working thier way to between the bone. It only took a few minutes, though the men climbing over Wren and Chandra herself would have testified to a lifetime as he litterally tore her arm off.
Yanking her from the ground, he stared at her remaining hand, guards still trying to pull him away and hitting him with anything they could find. Needles stuck out of varrious places, though the drugs weren't working. After a second of what could only be described of as thought, he leaned down and bit into her thumb. She started hitting him with her tail, to no avail. Finally he severed the thumb with his teeth and pulled her hand from the restraint.
Slinging her bleeding and thrashing form over his shoulder he ran from the lunch room, down a random hallway. Seeing a window at the end, he sped up. Chandra's fighting had minimized due to lack of blood, so all she could do was shout in shock as they sailed through the glass into the cold night.
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She was freezing. It was sixty degrees out, she had been forced to march for several hours and she was cold blooded. Her thin lips shivered as she stomped to a halt. Whipping around she faced Wren, who once again looked very docile. "What were you thinking? I'm gonna die out here, so what was the point of bringing me?"
Grabbing either side of her head, he pulled her closer until they were staring into each other's eyes. His gleamed with intensity. His voice was soft, like that of a child explaining thier guilty actions. "You....you sing. You hate the Raven. You kissed me.....you love me." The words and smile that accompanied it seemed almost innocent. The violet eyes, and the blood smeared over his body said different. How much of it was fromt he self inflicted wound she had noticed on the back of his head, she didn't know.
Chandra shook her head, her tail whirling back and forth in frustration. She was begining to think he really did belong in that institution. "If you want me so bad, why do this to me?" She indicated her arm with her disfigured hand.
After a moment, Wren took on a look of confusion. touching the scales on her arm he winced s she did. "You are a Garthanian lizard woman are you not?"
She arced an eyebrow, wondering how he knew where she came from. "Yes" Maybe the insanity was an act, but then why if he didn't want to be imprisoned in the first place.
"You regenerate..." He paused, thinking, then used a broken fingernail to scratch through the skin of his wrist. "When you drink blood, limbs grow back." Pulling her close, he put her back to his chest and wrapped his arm around her so chse could drink from his wound. After a moment of refusing she realized it was that or die. Slowly she began to suckle the vien. A second later she felt him nuzzling his bleeding head against her neck, almost pulling away when the free hand grasped her breasts. Still she had little choice but to accept it. As she drank more and more of the lifegiving liquid, Chandra enjoyed the embrace more and more.
Finally he broke the silence, "You will help me kill her won't you? Then, when I am free of her as well, we can be together, until the end of the universe." As she listened to Wren, her resolve crumbled. The more she heard, the more she agreed. The more she drank, the more she wanted to kill whoever this Raven was. That green thing fromt he song as well, she didn't know why, but it had to go as well. Then she could be alone with her Wren forever. Wait, her Wren? Yes, he was her's. She didn't know why or how, but suddenly she wanted nothing more then for him to be her's. She didn't even remember when she had heard his name. But with him at her side, nothing would ever stop her again.
Pulling away she nuzzled back against him, "Yes my dear, we will do it together. Raven will never know what hit her."
After a moment of thought, it was an easy decision. Even if it failed, it would probably instill a hatred for them within the demon. If he hated them, he would fall deeper into Slade's grasp and try harder to destroy the titans. A win win situation. Placing one hand over the chin of his mask, he stared down at the silver eyed figure before him. "Very well, you have my resources at your desposal, but anything that excedes your previous estimate must be brought to my attention immediately. Understood apprentice?"
Standing at attention, Hex's face remained emotionless. His mind on the other hand, his ego in particular, was screaming for him to leap forward and squeeze the mask until it caved in and gray brain matter leaked out over his claws. Forcing back a picture of himself devouring said brains, he nodded his head in submission. "Yes master." Each time he said that word he had to fight the urge to regurgitate. "I will send the bald child and the mutant to devert attention immediately."
Quickly turning, Hex began to leave. "Hold on," the words stopped him short. Turning his head, he looked at the villian out of his eye. "What about Jinx? Don't you plan on sending her with them?"
The demon raised an eyebrow, not turning further or leaving. "No." Simple and soft, his voice sounded as if the answer was something Slade should know already.
"`Then you are taking her with you?" His own eyebrow raising, he looked back into the other man's eyes.
"I wasn't planning on it." This was getting bothersome, he had already agreed to let Hex handle it, so why asking about something so trivial now?
"May I ask why?" This was going beyond toying with the pink haired sorceress, wiether it would challenge the scheme of things was yet to be determined. That was the point of his questioning, to descover the extent of this "relationship".
NO YOU MAY NOT, his mind almost begged for him to say. Biting his tongue, he spoke evenly. "She is no warrior, mearly a human with minimal magic abilities. She should remain here, attending to safer tasks." He knew even as the word left his mouth that it was a mistake, though how severe he didn't know.
The smile behind the disguise was almost visible, "I think she would disagree with you." Pointing at the opposite end of the chamber, pushing the white haired being to look into the enterance of the room.
Jinx was on him in a second, slapping him across the face and screaming up at him. "You fucking dick, you think I can't fight? I'll take your head, shove it up your ass and kick you in yoru nuts and chin at the same time." Her eyes were almost purple from red viens popping out in rage. "Come on, right here, right now bitch boy."
Hex's eye widened and visibly twitched as he stared at her, his teeth bared and grinding together. How dare she? First striking him, then refering to him as a bitch and mear boy in the same sentence. He had never been so infuriated. Forcing himself to put up with Slade was bad enough, he was atleast getting something out of that. But this, this irritating, arrogant little female HUMAN. How could such a creature have such gall, such..........he couldn't even think of a word. He only knew what he suddenly felt like doing.
Jerking a red claw up from his side and before her, he prepared to back hand her across the face. Watching her stare at him, he swung his hand full force. At the last second, he halted his arm. She didn't flinch. The knuckles softly moving over her cheek, carressing the flesh. "I suppose that means that means she is coming with me. That is, if it is ok with you sir." There was no question in his voice, it was simply a comment. Therefor it recieved no answer. "After she gets dressed more appropriately."
Jinx's eyes had began to soften, flared up at that. "What is that supposed to mean? What's wrong with what I'm wearing." When he smirked she looked down to see her bare breasts handing out, her shirt and bra ripped in four diaginal slashes. Two of his claws had even left barely seen red marks, though she still didn't feel any pain. Flipping around she stormed back to her room to change. "Jerk." She huffed the insult just before leaving the room.
Hex's wing jerk upward, his tail muscles tightening unconsciencely. An almost forgotten relflex, though it's meaning was easy enough to decifer. Even Slade could read it without trying, putting all his effort into not laughing. Her bravery had awoken the demon's desires. His motions were stiff as he moved to leave, pausing for an instant before going in the same direction as the object of his physical thirst.
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Wren sat silent at the lunch table, enough tranquilizers running through his viens to knock out entire civilizations. He stared into a distant wall not seeing it, his food lying untouched on the table before him. His arms were chained to the chair he sat in, limp legs hanging over the edge. He never even realized someone sat across from him.
The bright green scaled woman didn't move as two generic looking gaurds cuffed her to the seat. Her eyes were trained on the blond man on the opposite side of the table. Her eyes were yellow with virtical pupils that widened and thinned as she studied him. Her hairless head gleamed dully in the florecent light, her tail tip scratching lightly behind her pointed ear. It was him, the one who was singing. Her eyes fluxutating faster, she tried dwelving into his mind. It didn't work, which only impressed her.
"What's your name handsome?" Though her voice was supposed to be seductive, it came off more as a hiss. When she got no response, it only made her change her approach. "I'm Chandra. What did you do to get here?" Again she recieved nothing, causing her to sigh deeply and shut her eyes. Her mind flipped through the varrious things that she could say, but she could only think of one last thing that might work. Taking a deep breath, she struggled to remember the dark melody that had sent her into the most peaceful sleep of her life.
"Blackbird, oh blackbird,
Why can't you see,
Blackbird, oh blackbird,
You can't hide from me.........."
Violet eyes suddenly shifted to her's, his breath quickening and becoming audible. Slowly his mouth began to move, mimicking the words coming from her thin lips. As the lyrics flowed between them, thier voices reached the same pitch and tone. Standing Wren leaned until his face was halfway across the table, his eyes beckoning her closer to him. It was an irrisistible invitation.
She leaned forward, thier eyes never leaving one another, until the tips of thier noses touched. Stil they sang, oblivious to the onlooking patients and the gaurs who were begining to march in thier direction.
".....I'll rip off,
Your traitoress face,"
At the end of the chorus, two sets of lips intertwined in a mesh of scale, teeth and lips. Her fangs scraped along his bottom lip as she pulled away, though he either didn't notice or didn't care. The small trickle of blood traveling towards his chin was quickly forgotten by those around them. A guard tried to pull Wren backward, only to have him whip around with inhuman force and use the side of his blond head as a battering ram. The officer flew back, jaw broken and unconscience.
Before anyone could react, the next uniformed blur was targeted. That was how the half demon saw them all now, living blurs. Screaming in rage, he ran, until his shoulder collided with a fleshy midsection. At that point he simply increased his momentum and put the guy between his large body and a nearby solid wall. Pulling away, he forced himself forward again several times, until there was no longer a barrier between him and the hard surface.
Turning he slammed himself into the wall, shattering the chair and releasing himself in the process. Free of his constraints, he ran directly into the mass of guards running at him. At the last second he leapt over them, landing on the table he had been sitting at alone only a few minutes ago. Chandra smiled at him as he stared at her for a moment.
She screamed in surprise as she was pushed, her head slamming against the floor with great force. She felt a foot press hard against her upper arm and two hands grab onto her shoulder. She watched in horror as he clawed at the scales along her tanktop, finally breaking to the tender flesh beneath. Then she screamed again, in pain as fingernails tored throught he skin and muscle, working thier way to between the bone. It only took a few minutes, though the men climbing over Wren and Chandra herself would have testified to a lifetime as he litterally tore her arm off.
Yanking her from the ground, he stared at her remaining hand, guards still trying to pull him away and hitting him with anything they could find. Needles stuck out of varrious places, though the drugs weren't working. After a second of what could only be described of as thought, he leaned down and bit into her thumb. She started hitting him with her tail, to no avail. Finally he severed the thumb with his teeth and pulled her hand from the restraint.
Slinging her bleeding and thrashing form over his shoulder he ran from the lunch room, down a random hallway. Seeing a window at the end, he sped up. Chandra's fighting had minimized due to lack of blood, so all she could do was shout in shock as they sailed through the glass into the cold night.
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She was freezing. It was sixty degrees out, she had been forced to march for several hours and she was cold blooded. Her thin lips shivered as she stomped to a halt. Whipping around she faced Wren, who once again looked very docile. "What were you thinking? I'm gonna die out here, so what was the point of bringing me?"
Grabbing either side of her head, he pulled her closer until they were staring into each other's eyes. His gleamed with intensity. His voice was soft, like that of a child explaining thier guilty actions. "You....you sing. You hate the Raven. You kissed me.....you love me." The words and smile that accompanied it seemed almost innocent. The violet eyes, and the blood smeared over his body said different. How much of it was fromt he self inflicted wound she had noticed on the back of his head, she didn't know.
Chandra shook her head, her tail whirling back and forth in frustration. She was begining to think he really did belong in that institution. "If you want me so bad, why do this to me?" She indicated her arm with her disfigured hand.
After a moment, Wren took on a look of confusion. touching the scales on her arm he winced s she did. "You are a Garthanian lizard woman are you not?"
She arced an eyebrow, wondering how he knew where she came from. "Yes" Maybe the insanity was an act, but then why if he didn't want to be imprisoned in the first place.
"You regenerate..." He paused, thinking, then used a broken fingernail to scratch through the skin of his wrist. "When you drink blood, limbs grow back." Pulling her close, he put her back to his chest and wrapped his arm around her so chse could drink from his wound. After a moment of refusing she realized it was that or die. Slowly she began to suckle the vien. A second later she felt him nuzzling his bleeding head against her neck, almost pulling away when the free hand grasped her breasts. Still she had little choice but to accept it. As she drank more and more of the lifegiving liquid, Chandra enjoyed the embrace more and more.
Finally he broke the silence, "You will help me kill her won't you? Then, when I am free of her as well, we can be together, until the end of the universe." As she listened to Wren, her resolve crumbled. The more she heard, the more she agreed. The more she drank, the more she wanted to kill whoever this Raven was. That green thing fromt he song as well, she didn't know why, but it had to go as well. Then she could be alone with her Wren forever. Wait, her Wren? Yes, he was her's. She didn't know why or how, but suddenly she wanted nothing more then for him to be her's. She didn't even remember when she had heard his name. But with him at her side, nothing would ever stop her again.
Pulling away she nuzzled back against him, "Yes my dear, we will do it together. Raven will never know what hit her."