Well, it's been forever since I wrote a fanfiction, and I was starting to miss it. So, here I am, with a whole new story (actually, a few stories, but now I'm getting ahead of myself), and I've picked a new show to write fanfictions for. So welcome to Cop's first stab at a Teen Titans fic!
Okay, I'm warning you now, this story is sort of bloody, and (in my opinion) a little creepy, but that's just because I'm terrified of weird things. I know, that doesn't make sense yet, but it will, very soon.
Now that I've confused you, I guess I should go on to the disclaimer and all of that stuff. For one, I do not own Teen Titans or any of the characters (but I do have an aunt named Robin-that's something, isn't it? No? Ah well). Also, I've sort of…altered the storyline to fit my needs for this story. Not a whole lot, but just a little. I can't really explain it right now, or else it'll give some important stuff away. The main characters in this story are Beast Boy and Raven (and almost Cyborg), but this is not a romance. But this is the first story in a series, so their will be romance later on, but not between Beast Boy and Raven. They do get closer in the story, but as friends. So…there.
Hopefully, that's it. If I confused anyone (and I probably did) I'll try to clear things up in my author's notes for other chapters. So, sit back and enjoy the ride.
Child of a Pineapple-
Silver Wing
Chapter One: Running
"RAVEN!"
Beast Boy's shout was half a second too late. Raven turned to face him as the broad side of her attacker's sword forcefully connected with the back of her head.
Raven slumped to the ground, definitely unconscious, possibly dead. Beast Boy didn't have time to check—the assailant was after him now, sword high above his head. A cheetah now, Beast Boy raced off, leading the enemy as far away from Raven as he could.
Lightning flashed across the sky, and thunder shook the very earth. Angry clouds unleashed torrential rain. The storm was only a few moments away from unveiling its full power.
The assailant caught up, and drove a hard, vicious kick into Beast Boy's side. He was sent sprawling, and landed in his normal form at the base of a brick wall. He squeezed his eyes shut, dizzy from the pain and trying to breath, but he heard heavy footsteps approaching, and knew he had to move. He rolled and stood, barely avoiding the blade of his enemy. The force of the sword stuck it in the decaying mortar between the bricks.
Not even bothering to change forms, Beast Boy ran into the relative shelter of a nearby skeletal building. The windows were gone, and there were only two walls, but there was a partial roof, and nobody was attacking him.
Beast Boy pulled out his communicator and called the other Titans.
"Beast Boy!" Robin's face appeared on the small screen. "What happened?"
"Raven's hurt," Beast Boy said quickly. "I…I don't know if she's okay. I left her outside the library—so I think she's safe. I led him away."
"Where are you?" Robin demanded. "Are you okay?"
Beast Boy paused. With every breath he took, the pain felt like knives in his chest. He knew the kick had broken a few ribs, and he only hoped there hadn't been more damage.
"I'm a little banged up," Beast Boy said finally, "but just hurry up and get to Raven, okay? I don't know how much longer I can distract him." He shut off the communicator and tensed.
From the corner of his eye, Beast Boy saw something move in the shadows. As the enemy stepped out of the shadows, he tried to run, but the pain in his chest slowed him down. He heard the sword cutting through the air behind him, and was brought to his knees as the blade sliced deep into his side. His communicator slipped from his grasp, stained by drops of crimson blood. Both hands pressed firmly to his side to try to stop the blood flow, Beast Boy listened for the movements of his attacker. He could feel the dark presence behind him, but it was silent, waiting.
Before the enemy could decide to finish what he'd started, Beast Boy transformed to a bird, and flew off. Although his form changed, his wounds remained, and he was amazed he could manage to fly, even if he was barely off the ground. Every flap of his wings sent waves of agony through his body, and was leaving a trail of blood from the would in his side.
Eventually he flew into the remains of a warehouse and collapsed, human again, to the floor. Shaking from pain and exhaustion, Beast Boy forced himself to his feet and found himself facing his attacker, who was grinning maliciously. A punch. Then another. And another. The attack was vicious, and Beast Boy was soon on the ground again. Then another kick to the chest, and to the stomach. He could hear the cracking and splintering, and darkness threatened to overwhelm him.
The storm had reached its tempest. Lighting forked through the sky and struck the wall of the warehouse. The stones, which had barely held together over the years, swayed and started to fall. Through half closed eyes Beast Boy saw the collapse, and managed to stand once again, and take a few shaky steps towards safety.
He didn't get very far. The wall came down on him, and for a few moments he blacked out. When he awoke, he realized that he was only covered by a little debris, but his right arm, from the elbow down, was pinned under stones from the wall. No matter how hard he twisted and pulled, it refused to budge.
From his position, face down on the ground, Beast Boy saw the shadow of his attacker, standing behind him, sword once again high above his head, ready to come down. Beast Boy struggled to escape with even more ferocity, but it was useless. The enemy was bringing his sword down—
Beast Boy cried out as a horrible, searing pain tore through him, worse than everything else together. But he was free. Nothing even considering the implications that thought had, Beast Boy somehow found the will to stand again when he shouldn't have been able to—and he ran. Behind him, a second wall collapsed over the rubble of the first.
He didn't know how long he ran, or how far he got. It could have been years or a few minutes, miles or a few steps. Dizzy and sick from blood loss and crippled by pain, there was only one thought running through Beast Boy's mind.
His attacker was just behind him, he knew it. He was being toyed with—his enemy could step up and finish him at any second, but he was waiting. Waiting until Beast Boy gave up—gave up the chase and the fight for his life. He was waiting for him to choose death.
Every ounce of his energy more than spent, Best Boy fell to his knees, fighting to stay awake. He soon heard the footsteps over his own ragged breathing, and the smooth sound of metal against metal as the wicked sword was unsheathed.
Just as he had with Raven, the attacker sent Beast Boy into oblivion with a blow from the broad side of the blade. Finally defeated, Beast Boy fell into the mud and did not stir.
Smirking, Slade sheathed his sword, turned away, and left the dying Titan in the storm.
Kinda short, but there you have it, chapter one. Altogether, this story is 12 chapter long, and I'm about half way done writing chapter 11. But, I'm insanely paranoid about anyone in my family reading my stories, so I only type in the morning, before everybody gets up. Yeah, kinda weird, but that's me for you. Plus, I still have to rework parts of the rest of the story—this chapter is the only one I'm totally happy with at this point. So, I'll work on the updates, and hopefully they'll come soon. Please review!
Cop-