Fan Fiction ❯ TeenTitans; Road To Ruin ❯ First Encounter ( Chapter 12 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Daggon_dora 
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Hentai / Fantasy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.10.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 274 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Hentai / Fantasy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.10.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 274 | Status: Completed
In a dank alleyway, a door was hidden partially be a dumpster partially by the shadows, but mostly because no body wanted to admit that what lie within actually existed in Jump City. No one wanted to think of what kind of depraved creature would actually want to dwel in the filthy makehsift hotel within and partake of the twisted temptaions cetailed to under the foundation of the building. The cracked cememt walls didn't stop at the bare wooden door, instead extending to the rooms beyond.
Within one of the chambers lay two bodies, that of a man in his thirties, which was now smoldering. The burnt flesh almost melting off of the muscle beneath while the now hairless head stared in perminate horror at the cieling above.
The other person in the room was a young woman, mid to late teens, sobbing in the fetal position. She had long ago fallen asleep, her mind finding any possibility to temporarily push the reality of what she had done from her conscienceness. Short red hair fell at odd angles in untameable locks as she burried her face deeper into the pillow which was her only comfort in this place, deeper into her dream.
The beloved image set her as a princess in a kingdom in the dark ages, kidnapped by a mysterious being and staring our of the window high above the countryside. Each time was identicle, each time a white horse would bring forth a knight in far from shining armour. It never occured to her in all the times she had the same dream that there was anything wrong in someone from the middle ages having a leather jacket and jeans on, it just seemed right for the man wearing them. Short blond hair hung limply atop his head, while ice blue eyes stared up into her green ones. As always, a smirk crossed his face that sent her heart racing. He would enter the castle in the door below her window, a commotion would erupt and the opening to her cell revealing her hero, battered, bloody and still smirking. At this closer angle, she could see his eyes weren't only icy, but seemed to have the look of someone who had seen too much for thier short lifetime, a tired look.
"I am hear from you Sparky." Same as always, an amused tone.
Then her hair would flare up, as if it were alive, and her face would turn red. "Jerk, How many times do I have to tell you, my name is Ember, not Sparky. Fucking dick."
Still, his smile never faded, "Maybe I should have come to save the wizard holding you, lord knows he could have used it." Then he would laugh, and the dream would end. And she would be stuck in her prison of reality once more, and she would start to cry again, wondering when her next customer would be sent through and secretly hoping this one would be the last.
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Hex had put alot of thought and time into his plot against the Teen Titans, mostly concentrating on the green man. What he didn't know, was that all his planning, that all his attempts had no effect what so ever on the changeling. What had caused the changes within him were far simpler, and far more dangerous when tampered with. Instinct, pure and untainted in any way. A demand from his subconscience and body together to protect what had taken him so long to gain.
At this moment, Beast Boy perched in the form of a raven on his beloved's shoulder as she listened to the poetry coming fromt he stage. A handful of loyal patrons surrounded them in scattered tables along the cafe floor. Every once and a while eyes would gaze at the green bird, until it stared back at them, at which point they turned away to keep from being noticed. Not that the hero cared if he was the topic of anyone else's thoughts, atleast no one other then the gothic woman he was with.
Without realizing it, Raven reached up and pet the back of his head. He had been doing this ever since the others had left the day before, and she had already gotten used to it, finding the sweetness of the thought indearing. She would never actually admit that of coarse, but somehow, she knew that he knew. Finishing the cup of tea in her hand, she stood and proceeded to the door.
The cloudy night appeared to have fallen to earth, leaving a thick fog swirling over the lighted streets. A silence fell over the sidewalk, not even broken by the padding of Raven's feet. After a short amount of time they realized the lack of noise was more than just a coincidence, several shadowy forms suddenly surrounding them.
At first the forms looked like Slade's normal drones, the bodies slouching forward like hunched backs. Then, they stepped from the cover of the mist and revealed a new look, the once metal limbs and abdomen was now replaced with the tattered, half-decayed flesh of corpses. The skin sewn into the armour, savagely combined into some bastard child of flesh and science, perhaps even magic. Even more desturbing was the face that the eyes behind the masks were definately human, atleast at one point.
One of the creatures flew forward, slashing wildly at Beast Boy even before he altered form in mid air. An emerald gorrilla fell onto the disfigured minion even as another sailed at him. This one was easily dodged, though a claw did sink partially into his upper arm, a purplish fluid releasing itself into his system on the contact.
A groan escaped his lips when the burning sensation flooded over his arm, he turned to see Raven in combat with two more of the freaks. Reaching down, he changed into a raptor and tore visciously at the limbs of the creature beneath him before charging at the one which had passed him.
These things weren't as fast as the old bots, but they were stronger and much harder to take apart. the combonation of blood and oil flowing from the body at his feet effected his smell greatly, making it hard for him to see and react. The burning in his arm had become a numbing sensation and quickly built into a throb that was almost visible throughout his torso.
He didn't exactly see or hear the monstrosity aproach as much as sense it, turning back to his normal form and awaiting the creature in a defensive stance. When it swung again, he used his own injury to his advantage, putting the numb side between them like a shield, then thrusting a clawed hand forward and jerking to the side with a swipe powerful enough to rip off it's head.
Raven was having a much easier time with her two beasts, savagely throwing anything she could find, taking them apart piece by piece until they fell into piles. Then, just as a procossion, she used her shadow powers to place the pieces to different places along the street. Niether had really broken a sweat.
Then an all too familiar pink curse shot through the air and caused the cement to explode directly infront of them. Raven flew backward and turned in every direction until she saw the caster. Instead of the short pale girl she expected, a tall purple demoness smiling down at her. Suddenly, a crimson hand jerked her around to face a demon with white hair. "What in the hell are you doing here?" A raised hand slammed downward, forcing her to the ground. "You've ruined my plans."
Quickly Raven looked around and found her love lying in rubble, unconscience from the blast that must have been just beneath his feet. Turning back she stared at the man that stood over her and lared with hatred. "It would have been so easy, convincing the green one to join me. Why did you have to stay, you ruined it all." His voice was a low growl in her ear, his face covered in a dark shadow.
Unable to use her powers, because she didn't want to chance hurting Beast Boy, she watched as he moved toward her, his hands glowing with energy.
"TRIGON...."
The voice had come from somewhere behind the demon, and was not one that he recognized. Raven did though, and deep in his own world, so did the green man to the side.
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Wren stood among the shadows, watching his sister fight for a moment. It was amusing, seeing her after so long, he hoped to remember this moment when he killed her. Then he saw the creature stand over her, threatening her. Red skin, white hair. It couldn't be....there was no way....
As Chandra stepped up beside him, she was more interested in the horned woman standing on a building to thier left. Her claws stretched as she began using them to scale the wall below the demoness, planning on taking her out first. Something said that the creature above her was an enemy, not the Blackbird her beloved wanted, but dangerous none the less. She couldn't let her interfere.
The blond man began charging his powers, his were not the same as Raven's or his fathers. His allowed him to concentrate and increase his strength or speed. If he had been sane enough to concentrate more, he could have done both at once. Right now all his energy went into his fists as he ran forward toward the being standing over his sister. "TRIGON...." His fist connected, and the man he thought was his father sailed backward, claws dragging into the cement to slow the slight.
Hex stared at the young man, "Ok, what in the hell is a Trigon, and who in THE HELL JUST HIT ME?" He brushed the blood coming from his lip away and stood. At the same instant, he noticed that Jinx was fighting with someone on the roof above. This was becoming annoying.
"You won't have her father, she is mine to kill and nothing you do will stop me." Wren pulled back for another punch, this one aimed at Hex's throat. This one was narrowly dodged, nearly fatal nonetheless.
"This will have to wait for another day boy, but don't worry I will take care of you shortly." Looking up, he glared at the woman fighting his mate. "Jinx, come we are done here...for now."
With that he was gone, leaving the two titans and the two intruders to thier own devices.
Wren turned just in time to recieve a blow to the face by a clawed emerald fist. Beast Boy moved forward again, keeping on him another several blows before the blond realized what was happening. Still another several were given before he was able to fight back, though by that time there was no one to fight.
A quick glance into the sky told him what had happened, a giant black raven floating over the moon. His sister carrying her beloved to safety.
"Run while you can blackbird, I will have you soon." Each word was emphasised by blood pouring from his mouth. That green kid hit harder then he had anticipated.
Slowly, he and Chandra walked into the decipating mist to find a place to rest until thier next encounter with the two teens.
Within one of the chambers lay two bodies, that of a man in his thirties, which was now smoldering. The burnt flesh almost melting off of the muscle beneath while the now hairless head stared in perminate horror at the cieling above.
The other person in the room was a young woman, mid to late teens, sobbing in the fetal position. She had long ago fallen asleep, her mind finding any possibility to temporarily push the reality of what she had done from her conscienceness. Short red hair fell at odd angles in untameable locks as she burried her face deeper into the pillow which was her only comfort in this place, deeper into her dream.
The beloved image set her as a princess in a kingdom in the dark ages, kidnapped by a mysterious being and staring our of the window high above the countryside. Each time was identicle, each time a white horse would bring forth a knight in far from shining armour. It never occured to her in all the times she had the same dream that there was anything wrong in someone from the middle ages having a leather jacket and jeans on, it just seemed right for the man wearing them. Short blond hair hung limply atop his head, while ice blue eyes stared up into her green ones. As always, a smirk crossed his face that sent her heart racing. He would enter the castle in the door below her window, a commotion would erupt and the opening to her cell revealing her hero, battered, bloody and still smirking. At this closer angle, she could see his eyes weren't only icy, but seemed to have the look of someone who had seen too much for thier short lifetime, a tired look.
"I am hear from you Sparky." Same as always, an amused tone.
Then her hair would flare up, as if it were alive, and her face would turn red. "Jerk, How many times do I have to tell you, my name is Ember, not Sparky. Fucking dick."
Still, his smile never faded, "Maybe I should have come to save the wizard holding you, lord knows he could have used it." Then he would laugh, and the dream would end. And she would be stuck in her prison of reality once more, and she would start to cry again, wondering when her next customer would be sent through and secretly hoping this one would be the last.
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Hex had put alot of thought and time into his plot against the Teen Titans, mostly concentrating on the green man. What he didn't know, was that all his planning, that all his attempts had no effect what so ever on the changeling. What had caused the changes within him were far simpler, and far more dangerous when tampered with. Instinct, pure and untainted in any way. A demand from his subconscience and body together to protect what had taken him so long to gain.
At this moment, Beast Boy perched in the form of a raven on his beloved's shoulder as she listened to the poetry coming fromt he stage. A handful of loyal patrons surrounded them in scattered tables along the cafe floor. Every once and a while eyes would gaze at the green bird, until it stared back at them, at which point they turned away to keep from being noticed. Not that the hero cared if he was the topic of anyone else's thoughts, atleast no one other then the gothic woman he was with.
Without realizing it, Raven reached up and pet the back of his head. He had been doing this ever since the others had left the day before, and she had already gotten used to it, finding the sweetness of the thought indearing. She would never actually admit that of coarse, but somehow, she knew that he knew. Finishing the cup of tea in her hand, she stood and proceeded to the door.
The cloudy night appeared to have fallen to earth, leaving a thick fog swirling over the lighted streets. A silence fell over the sidewalk, not even broken by the padding of Raven's feet. After a short amount of time they realized the lack of noise was more than just a coincidence, several shadowy forms suddenly surrounding them.
At first the forms looked like Slade's normal drones, the bodies slouching forward like hunched backs. Then, they stepped from the cover of the mist and revealed a new look, the once metal limbs and abdomen was now replaced with the tattered, half-decayed flesh of corpses. The skin sewn into the armour, savagely combined into some bastard child of flesh and science, perhaps even magic. Even more desturbing was the face that the eyes behind the masks were definately human, atleast at one point.
One of the creatures flew forward, slashing wildly at Beast Boy even before he altered form in mid air. An emerald gorrilla fell onto the disfigured minion even as another sailed at him. This one was easily dodged, though a claw did sink partially into his upper arm, a purplish fluid releasing itself into his system on the contact.
A groan escaped his lips when the burning sensation flooded over his arm, he turned to see Raven in combat with two more of the freaks. Reaching down, he changed into a raptor and tore visciously at the limbs of the creature beneath him before charging at the one which had passed him.
These things weren't as fast as the old bots, but they were stronger and much harder to take apart. the combonation of blood and oil flowing from the body at his feet effected his smell greatly, making it hard for him to see and react. The burning in his arm had become a numbing sensation and quickly built into a throb that was almost visible throughout his torso.
He didn't exactly see or hear the monstrosity aproach as much as sense it, turning back to his normal form and awaiting the creature in a defensive stance. When it swung again, he used his own injury to his advantage, putting the numb side between them like a shield, then thrusting a clawed hand forward and jerking to the side with a swipe powerful enough to rip off it's head.
Raven was having a much easier time with her two beasts, savagely throwing anything she could find, taking them apart piece by piece until they fell into piles. Then, just as a procossion, she used her shadow powers to place the pieces to different places along the street. Niether had really broken a sweat.
Then an all too familiar pink curse shot through the air and caused the cement to explode directly infront of them. Raven flew backward and turned in every direction until she saw the caster. Instead of the short pale girl she expected, a tall purple demoness smiling down at her. Suddenly, a crimson hand jerked her around to face a demon with white hair. "What in the hell are you doing here?" A raised hand slammed downward, forcing her to the ground. "You've ruined my plans."
Quickly Raven looked around and found her love lying in rubble, unconscience from the blast that must have been just beneath his feet. Turning back she stared at the man that stood over her and lared with hatred. "It would have been so easy, convincing the green one to join me. Why did you have to stay, you ruined it all." His voice was a low growl in her ear, his face covered in a dark shadow.
Unable to use her powers, because she didn't want to chance hurting Beast Boy, she watched as he moved toward her, his hands glowing with energy.
"TRIGON...."
The voice had come from somewhere behind the demon, and was not one that he recognized. Raven did though, and deep in his own world, so did the green man to the side.
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Wren stood among the shadows, watching his sister fight for a moment. It was amusing, seeing her after so long, he hoped to remember this moment when he killed her. Then he saw the creature stand over her, threatening her. Red skin, white hair. It couldn't be....there was no way....
As Chandra stepped up beside him, she was more interested in the horned woman standing on a building to thier left. Her claws stretched as she began using them to scale the wall below the demoness, planning on taking her out first. Something said that the creature above her was an enemy, not the Blackbird her beloved wanted, but dangerous none the less. She couldn't let her interfere.
The blond man began charging his powers, his were not the same as Raven's or his fathers. His allowed him to concentrate and increase his strength or speed. If he had been sane enough to concentrate more, he could have done both at once. Right now all his energy went into his fists as he ran forward toward the being standing over his sister. "TRIGON...." His fist connected, and the man he thought was his father sailed backward, claws dragging into the cement to slow the slight.
Hex stared at the young man, "Ok, what in the hell is a Trigon, and who in THE HELL JUST HIT ME?" He brushed the blood coming from his lip away and stood. At the same instant, he noticed that Jinx was fighting with someone on the roof above. This was becoming annoying.
"You won't have her father, she is mine to kill and nothing you do will stop me." Wren pulled back for another punch, this one aimed at Hex's throat. This one was narrowly dodged, nearly fatal nonetheless.
"This will have to wait for another day boy, but don't worry I will take care of you shortly." Looking up, he glared at the woman fighting his mate. "Jinx, come we are done here...for now."
With that he was gone, leaving the two titans and the two intruders to thier own devices.
Wren turned just in time to recieve a blow to the face by a clawed emerald fist. Beast Boy moved forward again, keeping on him another several blows before the blond realized what was happening. Still another several were given before he was able to fight back, though by that time there was no one to fight.
A quick glance into the sky told him what had happened, a giant black raven floating over the moon. His sister carrying her beloved to safety.
"Run while you can blackbird, I will have you soon." Each word was emphasised by blood pouring from his mouth. That green kid hit harder then he had anticipated.
Slowly, he and Chandra walked into the decipating mist to find a place to rest until thier next encounter with the two teens.