Ok, this is my first story, so please be kind. I've been writing for a while, but I've never done a fan fiction. This should be quite fun. I also apologise for any late updates, it's just the fact that I just write, I don't have a plot, I don't know what's going to happen to the characters, I have no idea what happens. I just write when I feel like it. So please don't kill me. I really appreciate it that you've come to read this, so thanks. Anyways, on with the story. PS. I'm not sure about the title, message me if you have any suggestions. And if you review, I will love you for life. And give you a cookie. A fresh one.
Once again, thanks.
Starfire hugged herself tightly. Although sitting next to the burning fire that had recently been topped up with blackened coals, she was still reeling from the freezing cold that consumed the rest of the otherwise deserted tower. It was falling into disrepair, with the central heating systems faulty for god knows how long. And only Cyborg could fix them. Starfire took a deep breath, and then sighed. She listened to its small echo, and hugged herself tighter still. The TV hung unused on the wall. The carpets covered in dust, the wallpaper clinging tightly to their home to no avail, as they slowly peeled away. The windows hadn't been cleaned in months, and Starfire didn't feel the need to clean them yet. Just another week or two, she told herself. Just another week or two, and everything will be back to normal. She tried to ignore the amount of times she'd already promised this to herself. Getting up, she displaced the dust around her, as it burst into tiny clouds surrounding the little alien. Hesitantly, she took a step to her room, knowing it would be just as lonely in there as it was in every other room in the dark and dank tower. However, in her room, Starfire could pull the covers above her head and try to dream, knowing full well that her life was slowly turning into a living nightmare, one which she couldn't wake up from.
Robin stared out to the sea through the double glazed window, his face wrinkled in thought. He heard the cup of coffee being placed on his table, but paid it little attention. As the waitress walked off slowly, checking over her shoulder that he was ok, Robin slowly came out of the small trance he'd been in. He registered the coffee on the table, and raised it to his lips, talking small sips. He didn't want to rush; he still had half hour of his lunch break left. He couldn't help his mind wondering off again as he had nothing else to do. The chair he was currently sat in had a perfect view of the sea, and Robin didn't want to waste it, no matter how beautiful or stormy a day it was outside. It had been quite nice today actually, no matter what the weather forecast had said about little showers through out the day. Robin supposed they'd come later, but how much later he didn't know. Finally he drained the cup of coffee, paid the waitress and left the small café on the coast, heading back to the living hell he called a job.
Raven walked quickly, not caring to check where she was going or what she placed her feet on. She just wanted to get away. As familiar buildings past her by, she was distracted by the clouds gathering overhead. Raven knew they meant rain, and that being out in the rain was not the best of ideas, but right now she was past caring. She carried on walking, barging into people and forgetting to say sorry. Her mind was focused, and nothing could break her concentration on getting out of here. Soon she reached the buildings on the outskirts of the town, and sighed, knowing she still had quite a way to go before she was where she wanted to be; she wanted to be there now. Raven broke into a jog, her breathing becoming more strained and her heart rate quickening significantly. She wasn't used to this, too into the habit of flying away. But she couldn't fly now. She'd be seen. She carried on the jog, hoping she'd get more into the rhythm as she progressed further out of town, yet with no such luck. Slowly, the buildings became fewer and fewer, and trees, bushes, grass and rocks surrounded Raven. Slowing down, Raven stopped until her heart rate regained its normal speed. She hadn't realised that it would take that much out of her, but she couldn't stop for long. Plunging on, she walked straight into the trees, pushing branches out of the way without stopping, walking until she could walk no more, with no knowledge of what lay behind her line of sight.
Cyborg sat up slowly, then once again went down into the position he had previously occupied. Sitting up again, he glanced at the instructor by his side, before again returning to his laying down position with his knees in the air. He constantly repeated this turn of events, whilst the instructor looked on, counting. Cyborg tried to keep his mind on the task at hand, but as always he couldn't help drifting off into his memories. The speed that he had been doing his sit ups at slowed. The instructor, oblivious to what was currently going on in the technological man's brain, told him to speed up again. And the instructor didn't like to be disobeyed. However, his words were lost on the day dreaming Cyborg, who continued to slow his pace, eventually stopping to a halt lying on the floor. That was when he snapped out of it, mentally scolding himself for getting so wrapped up in his thoughts again, after the many times he'd told himself not to. Yet, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't seem to stop it. Sighing, Cyborg continued with the job at hand, and decided to work it out in his mind later.
Beast Boy glared at the audience from behind the curtain. It was going to be a long night. The ring master introducing each act with an exaggerated wave of his arms and a flourish, clowns hitting each other in the face with pies, the dancing animals, the magicians with all their cards up their sleeves, the acrobats putting their lives on the line, jumping from rope to rope, catching each other; Beast Boy had seen it all before, and many times at that. The old fashioned, "happy" music blared through the speakers hung at random intervals on the big top's tent walls. Taking in these familiar surroundings, Beast Boy looked down at the floor, hoping that today would be the day that everything changed. Deep down, he knew it wouldn't be. He was used to the circus now, but being used to it is a completely different thing from like. As the acrobats finished their death-defying act, the ring master stepped out from the shadows, and introduced the "highlight" of the show; Beast Boy the animal kid. Beast Boy hated the name, but the ring master couldn't think up anything else; besides, it wasn't up to the act what his name was, and he'd been punished for his insolence. As Beast Boy staggered out from behind the curtain, the bright glare of the lights temporarily blinding him, the audience clapped, although some stared at this strange green boy in the middle of the "stage". Beast Boy ignored their stares, and started performing, regretting every breath he took in that retched place. Yet, he had nowhere else to go. So he plunged on, pushing thoughts of escape to the back of his mind.