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Teen Titans: Road to Ruin	By : BlackBird Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > AU/AR > Het Views: 6599 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Seated on the corner stool of a smoke filled bar, was an ancient twenty three year old man. Taking his fifteenth shot of Liquid cocain for the night, he stared at the deserted room and silently thanked God for the silence. He hated people, they were so annoying.

Before the liquir even hit his stomache, the pain started to throb and he ordered another shot. It had been getting better as ofe, se, still it held a dark shadow over him. It had been worse, especially on the day he tried so hard to forget.

Noah J. Placer's blond hair fluttered lightly as he turned his head to stare at the door. The lunch crowd would be entering soon, and he didn't want to deal with them. Perhaps he should buy a bottle of something strong and go.

Icy blue eyes reflected back at him from the mirror behind the bar, a look of dragged out years stretched across them. What he hatnestnessed in his short life had changed him from a once perfect killing machine into a man exhausted with all of life.

It had been a long time since then, but now it didn't matter.

Taking his case from the floor beside him, he slipped on his leather jacket and walked out the door.

A sudden rush of energy flashed through his mind, forcing him to brace himself against the wall. He didn't utter a word, though most men would have screamed in agony. He was used to it by now, this was the thiime ime he had had this same vision in as many days. A red headed woman, or closer to a girl in age, with green eyes and a sarcastic smile. He had an insatiable urge to call out Sparky at her, but refrianed, knowing no one else coud see her.

One day he would find that woman, and slap her for causing him so much grief. Chuckling to himself, he left into the fog which had remained over the city for ovwo wwo weeks now.

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Jinx walked briskly to the side of the crimson demon, who was at this time carrying a large stack of books from the library toward an unused room. He stopped as he saw her aproach, "What is it lover?" His voice was distant, as if he were distracted by some other thoughts. This resulted in a dark look from the woman.

"What do you plan on doing about that blond man that interfered with your scheme?" She tried to meet his eyes, but the books blocked her vision. Tapping her foot, she awaited his reply.

Hex frowned from behind his shield of pages, "I am going to let the green titan do my dirty work for me. They seem to have thier own agenda, best to allow one to defeat the other in battle and then destroy the exhausted winner. I don't believe for an instant that this new player will be in the same league as the changeling." Even with all this said, he still sounded far away. "hat hat all?"

"Yes, that is all you arogant ass." Jinx turned and was about eaveeave when she registered the title of one of the books. Immediately she slapped her forhead, "You can't be serious."

Hex had begun his journey once more, and haulted in his tracks. "What?"

Quickly, she moved past him and tore open the door he had been heading toward. Inside was a table with eight humans sitting around it. A look of utter disgust crossed her face. "I can't believe it. You know we really have to talk about your problem."

Hex stpped into the room and ed ted the books on the table, passing out several of them. Turning back, he glared at Jinx. "What exact problem do I have?"

"Your addicted to these human games, I mean you actually invited some into our sanctuary for what?" She was shaking with frustration, after all his preaching he wasn't acting the way he said she should. "To play Dungeons and Dragons!"

"I fail to see your point."

She whipped around and stormed from the room, "The would be demon king of all there is, playing a fantasy game, some warrior."

Hex raised an eyebrow and turned back to his guests, continuing to pre foe for his game.

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Raven was sitting as she had for so many nights now, in the dark on the couch. Silently she reach out with her mind, begging all that was and would ever be that she would find Beast Boy.

What she didn't know was that she had come in contact with him more then once, but with the changes in his attitude and the sudden shock of being captured and beaten he was no longer quit the same man she had known for so many years.

He however, had taken the small chances to grasp onto any part of her mind that was close enough and he often found himself reliving memories of Azerath, her home. It was far more beautiful then he would have imagined, with strange plants and animals that would never be witnessed by another earthling's eyes.

After another hour of searching mentally, Raven stood and dragged herself toward the kitchen for some tea. Then came a knock at the door.

With no hope that it would be her beloved, because he could have just come in, she barely decided to answer it. The main enterance seemed to grow longer and longer as she moved closer and closer to the doors.

Opening the tall steel barrier to find noone standingind ind it. Turning from left to right and back again, she figured it was a prank and started closing the enterance again. Then it caught her eye.

A large quil was thrust deep into the door, a thick purplish liquid dripping from it's tip. Held firmly by the spur was a single pointed, green ear that had been severed at the base. There was no doubt in her mind as to the owner, and as she looked just below the momento of pain was a name written in blood. "Wren"

The scream that escaped her lips pierced the ears of everyone within miles, as well as shattered the glass of every window in the tower, not to mention several other items.

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Beast Boy slumped to the ground in defeat, many of his wounds reopened and freshening the layer of blood over his arms and chest. He had been working on that damnable chain for more hours then even he realized, and had made very little brogress. His strength was almost exhausted, and he couldn't even fantaasize about escaping anymore. His mind was tired as well, after hours of vainly attempting to send some kind of mental SOS to Raven. Instead of getting through to her, he seemed to witness a few imagesm hem her. It was as if she was the one trying to reach him.

After a few minutes, one particular vision caught his attention. With what little power he had left he concentrated, fighting through the pain to tap into his powers. A second set of arms bursts from his r str stretching out the burning muscles. He grabbed onto the restraint with all four hands even before the scales and fur sprouted from around his foramrs and working it's way up each limb and over his now bare chest. Several spikes bursts from his chest, while his face distorted in frustration. Tusks came from between his teeth and almost reached the botom of his eyes, and his forhead slumped forward over his eyelids.

With one last wordless shout, he jerked with all his remaining strength. At first nothing happened, then a loud groan escaped the shackle, another instant and the brick it had been secured to was pulled from the wall, freeing Beast Boy.

He didn't have much of a chance to celebrate, as unconscienceness claimed him. Reverting to his human form, he landed with a resounding thud that echoed through the small room.

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A young man at upon a stone cross on a crypt roof. He stared out over the cememtary, but saw nothing. He was looking beyond, at the powerful magic begining to gather around the city.

Anyone who looked at him would probably consider him ugly, small scraps and cuts were joined by acne scars over his face and upper chest. Stringy hair hung in clumps that stuck up in several places, brown locks challenging gravity. His yees were th color of mud, rather narrow and close together, seeming to meet directly above a thin hooklike nose. His cheeks weren't fat, but thick with muscle and bone. Spars hair hung at different lengths from his chin and neck.

He stood, almost seven foot tall and skinny, though not without muscles. He shroud himself in dress shirts and jeans,ts ats and a navy blue trench coat. He had been told it was Air Force issue, but wasn't really sure.

Jumping from the building, the sorcerer walked around the tombstones, whispering a spell silently. Immediately, the night became cold, and clouds appeared from no where. Without warning, white powder fell from the sky to blanket the ground in mear moments. Smiling, Alden looked at his handywork. "I do so love the snow."

In the city, the odd August weather got several stareswondwond

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Raven couldn't take it a second longer. Screaming with rage, she flew from the tower to find her brother. When she found him, she would beat BB's location from his body.

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The green titan didn't know how long he had been out, a shrill laughter waking him. He opened his eyes to meet a pair of yellow lizard ones. She was standing over him, with her clawed feet holding the severed chains to the floor. His body was still in great pain. "So, you finally pulled enough power out of your ass to escape, too bad it's too late. Wren is stalking your little slut right now, and when he gets his hands on her, he is going to tell her all the grizzly details of his plans for you. Don't worry though, he will kill you quickly enough. It's only to give her something to scream about while she dies." Then the laughter filled his senses again.

When he looked up at her, even without a tongue what he was thinking was evident on his face. "Oh really, that is what is going to happen?" A swift motin changed the situation drastically. He pushed upward, holding the chains in his grasp and locking them around er neck while moving behind her. Chandra had no idea how it had happened, but suddenly she was trying desperately to keep the restraint from closing off her air.

If she could have seen the face beneath the blood, mud, and weat soaked hair, she would have been even more afraid. A look of determination struck his features, but his eyes roared vengance. Taking his knee, he pressed it firmaly against the base of her neck and pushed all his wieght on his knee. This forced her face first into the cement floor, though he didn't let go of his death grip until the blood began to flow and she stopped struggling.

With a growl from deep in his chest, he ran from the cell and the building. With every step he fought the blinding pain that raked his body. He didn't need to see anyway, his insticts led him through the maze of alleyways. He could almost sense Wren, and he could actually feel his lover flying through the streets.

He only prayed with what was left of his conscience mind that he got to his blond victim before she did.

He didn't want her to see what he had planned over six days of being in darkness and pain.
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