I have realized that it was stupid of me to want to give up. I want to thank Kylar's-Apprentice for making me realize that, I didn't know about a cursed monkey but I read what his brother wrote and… it's just horrible that something like that happens. So I'm going to continue writing this, just like it is.

I don't know if anyone ever read a cursed monkey's work but I didn't because by the time I got into the TT fanfiction he was already gone. So I wanted to dedicate it to him, I've often wondered what happens when someone passes away and their stories are never completed. It's a horrible thing to think about and I hope it never happens to any of you.

I don't own Teen Titans.

Mercy growled as she ran into her room, locking the door behind her to insure Mark didn't follow her.

That bitch! She couldn't just act like she was the freaking boss; she may have lost her brother but she didn't have to witness it, she didn't have to watch as the light faded from his eyes and he gave everything up to save her.

She didn't have to put up with this, she could find Lucien on her own and she could make sure he never harmed the people she cared about again…

… But it came with a price and in her friends' opinions; that price was just too high for her to pay. Didn't she have a say in any of this? This was her life, she should be controlled by what was "best for her." She decided what was best for her, not them.

And yet she still wouldn't do it… why?

Was she scared? In all honesty, yes she was. She was more than scared, she was terrified. What did she do to deserve this? That was the ultimate question; the one had no truly logic answer.

She was born.

That was the answer she'd been given, and she'd asked too. The jackass had told her that same answer when she'd asked, she remembered it perfectly.

(Flashback)

The small girl was crying, sobbing her heart out in fear and grief. She stood still, refusing to move; refusing to flee. Her hand pressed down on the teen's lower abdomen as he quickly bled out, attempting to heal him. He was growing pale, his dark black hair clinging to his sweaty forehead as he made an effort to stay awake. "M-mercy…" He weakly spoke her name.

Her small voice replied, terror laced in between every word. "Don't talk, you'll waist your energy. They'll come, they'll find us… just hold on, okay?"

He placed a hand on hers, looking into her eyes. "Y-you, you have to… have to run. D-don't… don't let him… get you."

She shook her head furiously. "No, I'm not going to leave you."

"No one is coming kid, because no one knows you're here." A voice interrupted.

She turned to him. Her emerald eyes landing on his dark black orbs that showed no color, they didn't scare her though.

"Why are you doing this?" She whispered.

"I wouldn't have had to kill him if he was more cooperative." The teen replied.

"He's not going to die!" She snapped, looking down at the dying boy.

"You're fooling yourself if you think he'll make it out of here alive, you don't have the power to heal it and by the time you're found it'll be too late." He replied in a bored tone. "The only one here who can save him is me."

"Don't listen to him…" Firestar whispered.

"Shhh, I won't." She replied, not taking her eyes of the enemy.

"Alright, but I wonder how you'll explain his tragic death to your family and friend." The boy replied. "He only has seconds to live anyways."

"That's not true." She sobbed. "He'll make it!"

Lucien shook his head. "Can't you hear it? His heartbeat fading, his breathing growing weak? Soon he'll be nothing but a corpse in your arms."

She shook her head furiously, but even as she did so she knew he wasn't lying. She could hear it, he wasn't going to make it.

"Please, do something!" She cried frantically.

"On one condition, little one." He replied, walking up to her and kneeling down beside them.

"W-what?" She asked softly.

"Give up everyone and everything, and fulfill your destiny… give up your world, for his life." He spoke, smiling softly like it was the simplest thing in the world.

She shook her head, whimpering slightly. "No, anything but that."

"Nothing but that." He responded, standing up once again.

"N-no, don't listen to him." Firestar whispered, his eyes closed in pain.

No one spoke for the longest moment, Mercy shutting her eyes as she listened to his fainting pulse… and then there was nothing.

Only her ragged breathing filled the room as she let the tears fall, stifling her sobs with her hand.

"WHY? WHAT DID HE DO TO YOU?" She yelled in anger.

The other boy smirked not at all affected by what had just happened. "I had nothing against him."

Mercy removed her hand from the boy's stomach, all of her senses going numb as she whispered. "Then why?"

He looked down at her, smiling. "I'm making a point."

"A point?"

He nodded over to Firestar. "When you mess with fate it messes right back."

"F-fate? What does fate have to do with this?"

He kneeled down beside her again. "It's simple, you were never meant to be born especially as a hero."

(End Flashback)

She shut her eyes tightly, blocking away the images and willing away the tears. She didn't want to think about it too much, so she just grabbed her things and started shoving them into her bags. As soon as she was done with her stuff she shoved everything that belonged to Mark into his bags. When everything was packed the placed her bag over her shoulder and unlocked the door, walking out.

Lian was there, staring at the door. "You okay?"

Mercy shrugged. "I could say I've been better but that wouldn't be honest, would it?"

The older girl put a hand on her shoulder. "Mary's just trying to do what she thinks is best."

"As I'm pretty sure she thinks this is best." The girl replied. "But she has no idea."

"Mercy, she's your best friend." Lian replied.

"She's just the girl who's brother I let die." Mercy spat. "I'm nothing to her, and she's nothing to me."

"Mercy, it's time to go." A voice interrupted, Mark.

She turned to him, throwing him his bag. "I know."

It landed against his chest and he nodded, giving her a sad look but saying nothing as she walked past him and to the exit.

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