Fan Fiction ❯ Untitled ❯ Flashback: Escape ( Chapter 9 )
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By: Daggon_dora 
A second and final glimpse into Daggon'dora's past. Begins just before first chapter
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Mystery / Fantasy / Hentai / Adventure / Sci-fi | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.18.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 252 | Status: Completed
A second and final glimpse into Daggon'dora's past. Begins just before first chapter
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Mystery / Fantasy / Hentai / Adventure / Sci-fi | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.18.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 252 | Status: Completed
I realize it is kind of wierd to have flash backs within a flash back, but it just adds a little something to the story.
Don't own Teen Titans
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The room was sterile and cold, just like the chains holding him to the wall. Looking at his left hand he grimaced in pain, paying attention to the ripped finger nails only made them hurt worse. He was on the mother ship of the invading aliens, and they were having a blast experimenting with such a unique subject's pain threash hold. At one point they had tried sewing his mouth shut to stop his screams, but it had only ripped his lips open when he screamed anyway. At one point they had pulled several teeth out forcibly, and replaced them with metal spikes which sent electric shocks through the nerves in his gums every time he raised his voice. A specially designed collar lay around his neck, cutting off all his powers. His robotic eye looked up as the portal opened, and one of his alien captures entered with a tray that was definately nothing good.
Four eyes glared at him, two glowing red in the dark, and the others a soft blue. The red were heat sensitive, for the dark, the other set were for normal vision. The rest of his face looked like a pitbull with no lips, teeth nashing in the air at nothing at all. Daggon'dora tried to struggle as his injured hand was taken and held with a burly hairless hand, then a hard metalic plate was pressed down on the tender skin and pushed back under the flesh. Screams of pain brought forth a shock in hs mouth, as another plate was placed on his middle finger. Blood poured down his arm as his nails were replaced with iron versions. A savage punch should have sent him into unconscienceness, but the pain kept him barely awake. When the beast left him, he stared for a few minutes at the new additions to his body. These creatures seemed to have a lot of fun messing him up, he doubted that his beloved Raven would ever look at him the same. After another look, he began grinding the edge of his pinky against the solid wall. Watching the sparks he smiled, this could be his best idea ever.
After several hours of work, the metal and his hand began to bend under the strain. Shortly afterward he had no choice but to quit. It had taken the entire time to form a small portion of the "nail" flat, finishing with half of one finger. Still so much to go, and he didn't know how long they planned keeping him alive here.
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The next days was much the same, he was tortured by screws being forcibly placed through his flesh and bone, then him working for hours on making his painfull insertions into weapons. Then after so much pain, so much work, he found himself stuck. In his excitement at such a promising idea he had forgotten that his new claws wouldn't help him out of the shackles. Then, just as his first idea had, it hit him out of nowhere. Staring at his hand, he leaned forward before he had a chance for second thoughts. Taking his left thumb in his mouth, he bit sharply into the skin while supressing his own screams. No reason to bring those morons in here to stop him, not when he wasn't sure he could start again. Blood flowed down his throat as his teeth tore through to the bone beneath. Still he forced his mouth closed tighter, the feeling finally making his hand numb, until he heard the crunching of the cartilidge connecting his bloody digit. Tears fell freely when the severed finger was ripped free of the rest of his hand. He spat it to the floor, watching it for a moment as if expecting it to get up and move, then dropped to the ground, out cold.
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(Flashback, seven years earlier.)
Robin stood infront of A teen aged Daggon'dora, a frown on the older hero's face. "Well, I personally have had enough of your crap. You are as fast as me, big deal. So are all of the invaders. So what will you do when you're attacked by more then one at once?"
The young boy didn't look worried, at that age he thought he had all the answers. "There is no point in asking that question, because there is no way we can practice that situation. No one is as fast as we are, and it is that simple." His matter-of-fact tone only angered the man before him more.
"Not quit correct, I got ahold of an old ." He paused for a moment, thinking of the correct word for who he had brought to help with the boy's training. "Aquatince."
The training room door opened, and in stepped a man that was probably in his late sixties, but none the less an extreme fighting machine. HIs eyes looked at the suprised young one through his mask, wondering exactly how far his sparing with Robin had gone. "You my boy, may call me Uncle ..."
(End Flashback)
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Daggon'dora's sleep was broken by the sound of an opening door. Quickly he forced his mutilated hand from his shackle, and wrapping his arm around the other restraint and pulled with all his strength. It may have been strong enough to hold back one arm, but with all his battling with the other Titans, nothing could hold him for long. His arm pulled free with a sudden jerk, just as the usual beast entered for his daily torture. The poor thing never had a chance, Daggon'dora put his new weapons to good use on his face and throat.
His flight took him down a seemingly endless maze of hallways. It never occured to him that anything was wrong, until he hit a dead end. Turning he saw something that almost took his hope away, a small army of aliens, all ready to go a hundred on one against him. Taking a fighting stance he smiled to himself. They may take him, but none of them were getting out of here alive. Flying through the air, he watched thier faces close in, very confusing concidering he hadn't made a move. Dropping just behind the first line, he started slashing and punching, tearing through the forces with incredible visciousness. Still no one man could stand against so great a horde for long. Two bodies sailing past him told that he was no longer standing alone. His heart had been pounding too loudly in his ears, keeping him from noticing the sound of the exploding wall which had sent him through the air. Jumping to stand side by side with the man he had come to rescue, the figure was indeed a sight to behold. Faster then most mortals, the two quickly cleared a large area. Standing back to back, they waited for thier opponents to close in. "So Uncle Slade, I take it you missed me?" Daggon'dora slammed his fist into anotehr alien skull.
"Why is it when we meet I have to keep repeating myself." Tossing one of the creatures into the oncoming throng, "Shut up and fight."
Several of the monsterous beasts ran around the corner of the hallway, carrying a large cannon like machine, it's green energy flaring wildly as it charged. Slade and Daggon'dora exchanged a glance and turned to the opening created only moments earlier. Turning sharply at the next corner, they barely missed being destroyed by the blast. "How are we supposed to get out of here old man?"
"Down at the end of the next hall, the ship that got me here. The Titans are waiting for your return." Turning another corner, Slade skidded to a stop.
It took the younger warrior took a moment to register what he had said. "You mean our return." He couldn't help himself, he knew what the man had meant, but couldn't except it. The old man shook his head, pulling out a large disk with a T in the center.
"It's either this, or die cursing at you for leaving me out of the fight. Not much of a choice. We both know which I would prefer." Slade whirled around and ran straight for the oncoming army, laughing all the while.
Daggon'dora had no choice, some things still had to be set right, and there was no point in arguing, he could never win. He ran for the ship ahead, diving for the launch button. He only had a few moment, Slade was never a patient one when it came to selfishness and this was his final act. Making sure he died the hero, forcing those who had once been his enemies to remember him no matter what.
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He watched out the window from a safe distance, witnessing the explosion that took out a third of the mother ship and brought it crashing into the earth's atmosphere. The burning rubble landing in the ocean below. Daggon'dora watched, and shed a few tears for a fallen mentor and friend.
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Shit, that was a little wierd even from my point of view.
Latta
Don't own Teen Titans
_____________________
The room was sterile and cold, just like the chains holding him to the wall. Looking at his left hand he grimaced in pain, paying attention to the ripped finger nails only made them hurt worse. He was on the mother ship of the invading aliens, and they were having a blast experimenting with such a unique subject's pain threash hold. At one point they had tried sewing his mouth shut to stop his screams, but it had only ripped his lips open when he screamed anyway. At one point they had pulled several teeth out forcibly, and replaced them with metal spikes which sent electric shocks through the nerves in his gums every time he raised his voice. A specially designed collar lay around his neck, cutting off all his powers. His robotic eye looked up as the portal opened, and one of his alien captures entered with a tray that was definately nothing good.
Four eyes glared at him, two glowing red in the dark, and the others a soft blue. The red were heat sensitive, for the dark, the other set were for normal vision. The rest of his face looked like a pitbull with no lips, teeth nashing in the air at nothing at all. Daggon'dora tried to struggle as his injured hand was taken and held with a burly hairless hand, then a hard metalic plate was pressed down on the tender skin and pushed back under the flesh. Screams of pain brought forth a shock in hs mouth, as another plate was placed on his middle finger. Blood poured down his arm as his nails were replaced with iron versions. A savage punch should have sent him into unconscienceness, but the pain kept him barely awake. When the beast left him, he stared for a few minutes at the new additions to his body. These creatures seemed to have a lot of fun messing him up, he doubted that his beloved Raven would ever look at him the same. After another look, he began grinding the edge of his pinky against the solid wall. Watching the sparks he smiled, this could be his best idea ever.
After several hours of work, the metal and his hand began to bend under the strain. Shortly afterward he had no choice but to quit. It had taken the entire time to form a small portion of the "nail" flat, finishing with half of one finger. Still so much to go, and he didn't know how long they planned keeping him alive here.
*************************
The next days was much the same, he was tortured by screws being forcibly placed through his flesh and bone, then him working for hours on making his painfull insertions into weapons. Then after so much pain, so much work, he found himself stuck. In his excitement at such a promising idea he had forgotten that his new claws wouldn't help him out of the shackles. Then, just as his first idea had, it hit him out of nowhere. Staring at his hand, he leaned forward before he had a chance for second thoughts. Taking his left thumb in his mouth, he bit sharply into the skin while supressing his own screams. No reason to bring those morons in here to stop him, not when he wasn't sure he could start again. Blood flowed down his throat as his teeth tore through to the bone beneath. Still he forced his mouth closed tighter, the feeling finally making his hand numb, until he heard the crunching of the cartilidge connecting his bloody digit. Tears fell freely when the severed finger was ripped free of the rest of his hand. He spat it to the floor, watching it for a moment as if expecting it to get up and move, then dropped to the ground, out cold.
************************************
(Flashback, seven years earlier.)
Robin stood infront of A teen aged Daggon'dora, a frown on the older hero's face. "Well, I personally have had enough of your crap. You are as fast as me, big deal. So are all of the invaders. So what will you do when you're attacked by more then one at once?"
The young boy didn't look worried, at that age he thought he had all the answers. "There is no point in asking that question, because there is no way we can practice that situation. No one is as fast as we are, and it is that simple." His matter-of-fact tone only angered the man before him more.
"Not quit correct, I got ahold of an old ." He paused for a moment, thinking of the correct word for who he had brought to help with the boy's training. "Aquatince."
The training room door opened, and in stepped a man that was probably in his late sixties, but none the less an extreme fighting machine. HIs eyes looked at the suprised young one through his mask, wondering exactly how far his sparing with Robin had gone. "You my boy, may call me Uncle ..."
(End Flashback)
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Daggon'dora's sleep was broken by the sound of an opening door. Quickly he forced his mutilated hand from his shackle, and wrapping his arm around the other restraint and pulled with all his strength. It may have been strong enough to hold back one arm, but with all his battling with the other Titans, nothing could hold him for long. His arm pulled free with a sudden jerk, just as the usual beast entered for his daily torture. The poor thing never had a chance, Daggon'dora put his new weapons to good use on his face and throat.
His flight took him down a seemingly endless maze of hallways. It never occured to him that anything was wrong, until he hit a dead end. Turning he saw something that almost took his hope away, a small army of aliens, all ready to go a hundred on one against him. Taking a fighting stance he smiled to himself. They may take him, but none of them were getting out of here alive. Flying through the air, he watched thier faces close in, very confusing concidering he hadn't made a move. Dropping just behind the first line, he started slashing and punching, tearing through the forces with incredible visciousness. Still no one man could stand against so great a horde for long. Two bodies sailing past him told that he was no longer standing alone. His heart had been pounding too loudly in his ears, keeping him from noticing the sound of the exploding wall which had sent him through the air. Jumping to stand side by side with the man he had come to rescue, the figure was indeed a sight to behold. Faster then most mortals, the two quickly cleared a large area. Standing back to back, they waited for thier opponents to close in. "So Uncle Slade, I take it you missed me?" Daggon'dora slammed his fist into anotehr alien skull.
"Why is it when we meet I have to keep repeating myself." Tossing one of the creatures into the oncoming throng, "Shut up and fight."
Several of the monsterous beasts ran around the corner of the hallway, carrying a large cannon like machine, it's green energy flaring wildly as it charged. Slade and Daggon'dora exchanged a glance and turned to the opening created only moments earlier. Turning sharply at the next corner, they barely missed being destroyed by the blast. "How are we supposed to get out of here old man?"
"Down at the end of the next hall, the ship that got me here. The Titans are waiting for your return." Turning another corner, Slade skidded to a stop.
It took the younger warrior took a moment to register what he had said. "You mean our return." He couldn't help himself, he knew what the man had meant, but couldn't except it. The old man shook his head, pulling out a large disk with a T in the center.
"It's either this, or die cursing at you for leaving me out of the fight. Not much of a choice. We both know which I would prefer." Slade whirled around and ran straight for the oncoming army, laughing all the while.
Daggon'dora had no choice, some things still had to be set right, and there was no point in arguing, he could never win. He ran for the ship ahead, diving for the launch button. He only had a few moment, Slade was never a patient one when it came to selfishness and this was his final act. Making sure he died the hero, forcing those who had once been his enemies to remember him no matter what.
*********************************
He watched out the window from a safe distance, witnessing the explosion that took out a third of the mother ship and brought it crashing into the earth's atmosphere. The burning rubble landing in the ocean below. Daggon'dora watched, and shed a few tears for a fallen mentor and friend.
___________________________
Shit, that was a little wierd even from my point of view.
Latta