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Natural Born Killer	By : ABoxFullOfSharpObjects Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Het Views: 2038 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The introduction of another character. Nope. Not original. From the show. Why him? Well...his talents. And Karen’s talents suit in getting his talents, which are required to get H.I.V.E. students better equipped to deal with their own talents.
Eh. For those of you who are curious, Slade isn’t too far from making his appearance. It might not be to everyone else, but he is very intimidating to write. There’s only certain things he will and will not do. I’m certain that’s to do with military training...Anyway, you can’t just write him like one would write...Say, Spike. He’s much more serious. And doesn’t curse. You could write him a little like Angelus, but he’s not that free with his emotions. Can’t write him like the Bat, because...well...He’s not quite that stiff.
Wow. That’s longer than I thought it’d be.
Chapter track: “ Love Potion No.9 “ – Hollies
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5
Well. That was just all kinds of fun. I need to sit still while some little girl beats my face with chemicals and powers for an hour much more often. I feel like my face gained weight, Christ.
Oh, and something new has been added. Since this will be the first night the Honeycombs will be open, and no one’s supposed to know about it yet, I have no dancers with me. Can’t just stand there you know. Blood’s left it up to me to move and dance on my own.
That’s what these cumbersome white circles are on my arms and legs for. They’ve been masked with make-up foundation to blend them with my skin, but they’re still there. You could see them if you got close enough.
They’re sensors for these two robots, humanoid. I’ve been told on loan from Mr. Rancid. What the hell kind of name is Rancid? Sounds like a rock star pseudonym somehow. I wonder if that’s his real name. I’ll have to ask. Bluntly, just to piss Blood off.
Anyway, these robots are supposed to follow my muscle movements exactly and do what I do. This’ll be until the other students are confident enough in my presence as their friend, as well as Queen. Then I’ll have living dancers.
What the hell am I supposed to do? I don’t dance. I’m not a musician, I kill things! I’m at a loss for movement. And I’m just glad I had enough foresight to come down here earlier and listen to the selection our DJ has. The kid seemed thrilled I was even paying attention to him, almost melted where he was when I touched his arm to shove him out of the way. Cripes... I picked a song and memorized it. I rather like it, any other time, I probably wouldn’t mind dancing to it. It’s rather sexy and got a good beat. But this isn’t for me. It’s for everyone but me. Especially for our special guest. I have to entertain someone else on my own goddamn birthday, ain’t that a bitch?
I’ve got some idea of what I can do, stay on beat and try not to fall down. But honestly...what does Blood think I am? I’m just going to bullshit the whole thing. It’d serve him right if the whole show sucked. I’d be so damn happy if the students turned on his ass...
Pushing up from the make-up chair, I walked over to where the curtain was. When I peeked out from the side, I was surprised at what I saw. The whole place was nearly full. All the kids looked...relatively excited.
I don’t know how he did it, but he did it.
The ass, I hate him.
I’m wondering what this Rancid guy looks like. Probably a nerd or something given what Blood wants him for. Some little, scrawny, glasses-wearing nerd who never had a date in high school. I swear, if he touches me, I’m going to knock him flat on his ass. I’m in no mood for anyone to touch me or even look at me like Blood does...
I’m annoyed at this damn circle thing on top of my arm. It’s heavy and it stands out against my skin. But I suppose it matches my white outfit. A jump suit with the material cut out on the outside of my thighs, my stomach, right above my breasts, and the top parts of my biceps. It’s extremely revealing and if I could find that girl who picked out my costume, I swear...I’d knock her flat first and let Rancid use her as a cushion!
“ Hey...easy with that thing...”
The first clue should have been the voice. Really. I’d like to think I’m smarter than this. But I was still young and impulsive. Not to mention the mood I had been in most of the day. That voice was definitely not feminine. Deep like a grave, sharp like a razor. And the hand that smooth over the circle I was trying to take off was as rough as that voice was.
My head slowly turned...
This...was no nerd...
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“ Put it down, Speedy. “
“ Dammit woman, get away! I can handle this! “
“ You can barely handle the weapon you’ve got. I certainly hope that isn’t any indication of how you plan to ‘ handle ‘ me. ”
“ Slade, you’re not helping...”
There’s too much testosterone in the area. Speedy’s a young, hot-blooded, impetuous but talented young man. Slade is a very dangerous, very able older man. But they’re still both men. Speedy has a bad temper and he likes to think of himself the alpha male even though I’m the leader. Slade knows he’s the alpha male...of just about everything. The rest of us know it, but we don’t have to like it. As Speedy clearly shows. Sometimes that Y chromosome causes them problems. Like right now.
Speedy’s going to start firing rounds in the next few minutes. Aqualad looks like he’s going to rain down the ocean on both of us; trusting me to fly away on my own as usual. Mas y Menos have returned, but it’s too late. Nothing is going to be accomplished here. Nothing more than my leaving.
I tilted my head to the side, looking at him but keeping the other four in my sights as I did so. “ My things? “
“ Your room is empty. “
As soon as he said those words, Speedy inclined his head to Mas y Menos. They said nothing and darted off, only to return a few seconds later. They nodded and Speedy nearly broke his precious bow. “ What is going on Bee? “
I must say, he’s falling into the leader role quite nicely. He might be a very good challenge in the end. I knew he could do it if he stopped caring about himself so damn much. Fucking Y, I swear...
Rather than give him an answer, or give the rest of them a chance to do anything else, I stretched my arms up over my head in a long relief of tension. Slade’s arm loosely hung over my waist, whether he was just showing possession or his dominance over the rest of them, I don’t know. Maybe both. You know, that thing that animals do when in groups? Wolves, lions, baboons, gorillas, they all do this sort of thing. But, as he always did, he had ulterior motives in doing this. The palm of his hand ran over my exposed stomach.
The effect was immediate, as was the change in the air. I could see Mas y Menos’ eyes dull over, being younger, the two were more susceptible. Aqualad blinked a few times, and Speedy’s hands stopped quivering in anger; his bow lowering just a fraction at the same time.
That was all we needed.
Slade’s body temperature sky-rocketed, almost too much for me to keep standing next to him. He was glowing now, but as the glow covered most of his body, it started to cover my own too. Thick, tendrils of black smoke curled up to the sky as a flame broke out around our feet in a small circle. Oddly, it reminded me of some ritual I had witness at some point of my life.
The small fire circle came to roaring life with a bright explosion. Flames curled in on us, wrapping around our forms like a lover’s caress; reaching higher and higher until we, well, I couldn’t see them anymore. This is amazing, watching him work. He’s not even tense in the effort it’s taking him to do this.
Higher and higher the circle of fire rises until its covering us completely. I really can’t see anything now, but the fire’s rather bright, so it’s probably better my eyes remained closed. I can already feel the pull of the flames to move us to another location. The sound of the waves seems so very far away.
With the flames facilitating our escape and our images starting to blur, I honestly feel a bit sad. I’m going to miss them. Miss this. It was a routine after all. I’ve been doing this for years. Once all this is over, whatever shall I spend my time doing? I can hardly picture the two of us settling and starting a family. White picket fence, 2.5 children and a dog, both of us with working jobs.
He doesn’t even like dogs.
I won’t wish them the best of luck, they don’t need it. They’d be fine, for the time being. Speedy would take over, instigate a search, find nothing, then he and Robin will lock horns. It’ll be a mess for a while, which would make for amusement while the both of us are taking a break. Provided I can sit on him long enough that he stops trying to do ten million things at once.
We’re starting to disappear...

It all seems like it’s taking forever, but it’s just my perspective on this...
Seconds go by like eons...I’ve experienced that before...
My left hand, I raised and curled my ring and pinky down to give my former teammates a salute. This is the last time I’ll think of them as such, humans with faces and feelings and such. A carefully crafted, pseudo-sad smile spreads over my face as my voice wavers in the space we previously stood in...
“ I fell in to a burnin’ ring o’fire...”
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I had to admit, when I came to this place, it had the makin’s of a dollhouse from Hell. The mechanics to most of the computers were fine, but the other automated things, they all needed work. By the time I got to the second to last floor underground, I had rebuilt almost the entire power grid. I already had plans to re-do the whole elevator scheme. This place needed all the help I could offer, cocked up as it is, and I haven’t even accepted the job yet.
I can’t help myself though. It’s my passion you know? Mechanics. I love all things metal and machine. Music included. And fluff. Heh. Don’t forget women. I love women. Women and mechanics and heavy metal. Those are my passions. Yeah, that’s better.
But passions don’t pay bills. They certainly don’t accept’em for tuition. I’ve been reduced to this. I don’t really mind but, at least at a garage people play by my rules. It’s just that car work is...too...bog standard. Too easy, you know? I need something more challenging. Something with more attitude. I can’t work for no military, too many rules; not to mention those buggers are gormless half of the time, and hacked off the rest of it! Never take a joke, I tell ya. I can’t work privately, again, too many rules. Working for myself...that’s lenient enough, and I can ask for whatever pay I want. Still get a challenge and work on things I’d never get a chance to work on otherwise...
And this way, at least I’ll have something I can do immediately when I get out of college. My reputation will be out there, and I’ll have no trouble getting work thrown my way. I’ll be rich, grotty, and extremely happy...So much better than what I used to live like...It’s a wonder my passions survived...Mum...
Speaking of passions, I’m beginning to fear what this Blood bloke’s passions are. I mean...The guy looks old, well, older than me. He’s the typical headmaster looking type. But he’s also got this cult-leader-blood-sucking-demonic worshiping thing going on. Not to mention, I haven’t seen one hot teacher since I got here. All of them are either older, extremely older, women, or men. Of all ages.
I know, that’s what I said.
Where are the women!
I mean c’mon, on TV and in high school, there’s always one hot chick teacher that the boys all fall over themselves trying to impress. I was looking forward to stealing her away and making all the guys hate me. Just because I’m an arsehole like that.
I figure, alright, this is just something that happens. Bog standard, I mean, this is a school of some sort, right? Probably better to not distract the kids. Yeah, sure, I get that. But I’m looking around even more, and I’m noticing, there’s no chicks about to graduate either! I swear to all things metallic, there’s not one kid here I’ve seen that’s over 15. Just chicks-in-training all over the place. What gives! Someone has to be legal here, there’s higher level grades and some of the stuff he talks about me putting in can only be used and survived by someone who’s been gifted that long!
And is it just me, or are there an abundance of little girls around here? All of them keep coming up to this guy and hugging him; saying hello and shit like that. I mean, I haven’t seen any since we’ve gotten off the elevator and started walking down this hall. And how about this hall? This bloke and red, I don’t know what it is, but it’s startin’ to make me nervous. His name is Blood, everything around here is either black, silver or red. It’s not a comforting scheme here. I mean, it’s not like it’s all posh you know, and you’re the only one that doesn’t understand it. It’s just plain uncomfortable.
But it’s...bloody hell, I’ll go ahead and say it, it’s like the guy’s a pimp of junior high and below!
There, I said it.
What the hell is he looking at me like that for? Did I say something funny?
“ Something amusing you, man? Maybe the shitty job done before I ‘ad a look at this place? “ I hate when people act like that. Laugh when nothing’s fuckin’ funny. Or some inner monologue that they just happened to find so funny, they needed to laugh out loud.
And the way he talks...Where the hell is he from? Uppityville? C’mon man. This is Jump City, no one talks like that but people from outside it. I oughtta know, I am one! Was one! Erm...Shit, what was I saying? Oh. He talks like he knows he’s better than everyone and he knows something you don’t know! What the fuck, man? You just met me, poofter, what do you know!
“ I know you’re the right man for this job, Mr. Rancid. Your reputation precedes you. Our dear H.I.V.E. is in need of your expertise as you can already see. “
Okay.
Hold on.
What the hell was that?
Am I trippin’, or did he just...
Nah. I’m trippin’. It must be all the frustration and the strangeness of this place. Makin’ me all edgy and shit. He did not just read my mind. Yeah, that’s it. M’trippin’.
I try and get my shit back right by the time we get to the end of the hall. All this red, man, it makes me think of a bad acid trip I had once. Fried my shit good, I never touched it since. That shit’ll kill ya.
These doors in front of me remind me of a concert I went to junior year. It think it was a Rocks concert. You know, the band? Tumbling Rocks? Ah, you’re too young. Anyway, that’s what these skulls remind me of. I feel like I’m going to meet the band backstage or somethin’.
Which, I’ve come to find, as those doors open, isn’t too far from the truth. It looks like I’ve got a backstage pass for whatever’s about to happen down here. I can hear bass boosted speakers from somewhere in front of this area blasting music. It’s so powerful, the ground shakes with every beat. Not that I mind, I rather like it. It’s Blood that looks to be more annoyed with it.
Hn. No musical taste either. No wonder I don’t like this guy. Doesn’t look like this’ll be anything but a freebie and a no deal. I wonder if I’ll be back to the garage in time to watch Jesse James tear a car apart and put it back together into something else...
As soon as I take a step in, I’m hit with this smell. It’s a briiliant smell. I mean, you wanna talk about drugs, this was the most potent, amazing shit I’ve ever gotten in my nose. It wasn’t intense either. It was light, but heavy, thick you know? But not overpowering. It’s like...shit, I don’t know. Some gorgeous woman walking by with the most wonderful smell lingering behind her.
Man, I don’t even feel tense about this place anymore. I’ve completely forgotten about Blood there. I’ll accept this job if nothing to be near this smell again. Who is that? I have to know!
Manners, ch’, like I had any, were ignored while I shoved my way around the backstage-esque area looking for the source. I was at a bit of a cross-roads here. There was more of the smell towards where most of the people were. But there was a stronger, more intense I guess, dose further back here.
Some little girl is in the wa-MOVE! Damn...Little people all over the place an’ shit. Can’t hardly move no two feet without bumpin’ into one o’them. Bloody Hell...
Wait. Hold on...There’s...Am I trippin’ again? That’s...that’s the first girl I’ve seen that looks old enough to have a fake I.D.
She’s kinda...cute. Maybe in a few years...I mean, I like older women, myself. None of that highschool shit you have to deal with with college girls around campus. Sorority girls get on my LAST nerve...
“ Ah, I see you’ve ventured and found our dear Queen. “
Remember that...cult-leader shit I was talking about?
“ Queen? “
Blood seemed pleased that I would ask about her. “ Indeed. That is our Queen Bee. Bumblebee. She is the future of the H.I.V.E. She is the figurehead of the whole student body. Why do you think all of those children are out there? They’ve come to see her. Bask in her warm glow and acknowledge their Queen. “
Warm glow...
Oh. My. God. In. Heaven.
It’s her.
It’s her.
That smell is her!
It doesn’t occur to me until I actually start walking over to where she is and I’ve made visual contact with them, that I realize she’s got on one of my creations. I made those things last year. Built the robots for them over the summer.
I don’t even consider that she maybe dangerous when I come up to her and stop her from non-too-delicately removing my sensor circles. “ Hey...easy with that thing. “
When she turned around, I thought she was gonna hit me. But she didn’t. Instead, she looked at me like she’d never seen me before. Which she hadn’t. But...alright, so that was a bad description, but give me a break. I’m so buzzed right now. I’ll be surprised if she doesn’t change her mind about socking me one. Something stupid’s gonna come out of my mouth...
“ ‘ey...You uhh...Come ‘ere often? “
Yeah, something like that there.
I thought she was going to hit me. Again. But she didn’t. No, she stood up. Wow...She looks...a lot better standing up than she does sitting down. Mmmmmmaaaaannnn...Smells better too...
Wait, did she say something to me?
“ Uh...Sorry? “
She looked over my shoulder at Blood, then looked back to me.
Just...a...mental pause here. I’m just trying my damnest to make sure I’m not trippin’ really hard on that smell and this is really happening.
“ Ow! Goddammit...”
“ What happened? “
“ Banged my leg on that bloody...fucking...make-up table there...”
Nope. I’m completely awake. And this is really happening. Dude...there’s a hot chick all over me. She’s a little young, but c’mon! I’m just 19. Well...about to be 20, but right now I’m 19, therefore, still a teenager, and well within the range for teenage dating...and stuff...
Bloody Hell, she smells fuckin’ good...I wonder if she’ll just let me spend the rest of the night buried in her neck. Mmmm...Yummy...
“ I said, are you Mr. Rancid? “
...Nnnhh...Oh...she’s talking again...Ew. Not like that, luv, I sound like that bloke over there!
“ No, no, luv, that’ll never do. It’s just Rancid. No mister...Uhmm...Johnny Rancid. No mister. Just Johnny. No mister. You can just call me Johnny. “
You ever have the feeling you just talked too much, in doing so, said something incredibly stupid?
It’s one of those days.
At least she’s laughin’ at me. I haven’t gotten hit yet. Or a drink in my face. Hey...she’s got wings. Gorgeous...
“ Alright Johnny. Did you know today’s my birthday...? “
Did you know that if that old man weren’t right behind us right now both of us would be getting our oats?
“ Uh...No. I didn’t know that. How old are you this year? “
“ 16. “
Sweet Sixteen...
“ Good on you, luv. Happy Birthday. I’ll ‘ave to get you somethin’. “
“ Stay for my show? Come back sometime soon? I’d like to see you again. “
If I had been more lucid, I would have paid more attention to the interaction between her and the old man. I would have noticed the signs, she doesn’t even know me, and she acts like this. The air’s different down here than anywhere else on the compound. Whatever it is that she’s giving off is making me high as a kite.
Bugger me backwards...
This was obviously a con.
And I was that sucker born every minute.
She just smells...so fuckin’ good...
“ I take it we have a deal then, Mr. Rancid? “
“ Huh? Oh. You’re still here. “
She’s laughing. Heh. Must’off pissed him off then. Good on me. Mmm...The hell with the garage, I’m staying here tonight. Right on the corner of Neck and Shoulder Boulevard.
“ AHEM! Whenever you’re ready, Bumblebee. Your H.I.V.E. is waiting. Mr. Rancid, I assume you’ll be taking the job? I hope you can start work immediately. We look forward to your expertise and technological– “
“ Yeah, yeah, cheers. Sod off already! “
I think I’m going to like it here.
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SO: I hope the way I change POVs isn’t too confusing. I rather thought it was a good idea. Something else I wanted to say...Oh yeah. Rancid’s speech. Well...Seein’ as he’s based off Johnny Rotten, I couldn’t help myself. Yes. I know Rotten’s Irish. Yes, I know Rancid’s using UK slang. Sigh. I know in the cartoon, he isn’t. Or he doesn’t talk with an accent. But...stick around. You’ll understand. Think about it, he doesn’t speak with an accent in his head.
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