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Mother Nature 2: The Rescue	By : SladinForever Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Slash - Male/Male > Robin/Slade Views: 1932 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It was the middle of the day. A calm part of the river flowed quietly by. Some fish were pecking at the sea floor for food. They were soon disturbed and swam swiftly away before a red paw touched down in their place. Ripples had formed, but were ruined when the paw moved forward. Up above, small birds were flitting around and chirping. Clouds adorned the sky, casting shadows. The beams of sunlight made the water sparkle and fish scales glow. It was strangely warm despite the cloud cover. Everything was really peaceful.
Stopping halfway from the opposite bank, Robin sat down and sighed. His paws hurt from walking so much without stopping. He had traveled up to four days this way. Looking over his shoulder, he looked back the way he came, expecting, no, almost hoping, for someone or something to be following him. But there was no one there. Loneliness. That's what he felt. Looking back around, he bent his front legs and leaned his head down to take a drink of water. When he got his fill, he stood up, shook himself from the shoulders to the end of his tail, and then finished crossing. He pulled himself onto the embankment, shook his back paws out, and then walked back into the trees. A feeling he was having for the last two days was getting stronger and stronger. Robin almost didn't remember what it was for. He was supposed to save someone, he knew that. A girl kept emerging into his head when he raked his brain for a memory. She had red hair and a thin, black tail. Maybe she was like him?
"Are we there yet?" Fenrir asked, interrupting his musings.
Robin shook his head hard. "You asked me that two goddamn hours ago. And the answer is still no."
"Well fine, but you do not have to snap at me."
Robin growled. "Then stop asking stupid questions. I don't like this anymore than you do, but we have to deal with it."
"Fine, fine. Then I will stop asking."
"Thank you!" Robin was getting really sick and tired of Fenrir bothering him. He was sick of this long traveling to god knows where too, but he was keeping his damn mouth shut about it. Why couldn't Fenrir too? The rest of the day was spent in silence. Robin had decided to do some running at some point. When it was nearing dark, the feeling he kept having was so strong that it was almost painful. Once it was night, Robin took a deep breath and then let it out. "I think we're getting closer."
"I can sense that in you," Fenrir said softly. "I think we should stop and rest for the night. If we find this girl by tomorrow, it would be best if you had your strength."
Robin wanted to keep going, to gain more distance, but he was right. Finding a very dark place, he laid down with his head raised and his paws crossed in front of him. He stared at the ground with narrowed eyes for a while before he thought of something. Looking up, he searched around for an opening in the trees. There wasn't much of one, but he found the biggest spot and saw the stars twinkling up above. He blinked as he traced them with his gaze for a few minutes. Something suddenly snapped to his right. Jerking his head around, Robin looked to see what had made the noise. He couldn't see anything for a moment, but then a rabbit came out from behind a tree trunk. Robin sighed in relief. Hearing him, the rabbit froze and slowly looked in his direction. It sniffed in his direction, its little pink nose twitching. Robin smiled softly at it.
Turning, the rabbit slowly hopped over. When it was four feet away, it lowered its head and stretched it forward to sniff him. When it couldn't quite reach his leg, it hopped a few inches closer. Robin just stared at it, not moving at all. Like a cat, the rabbit nudged his paw with its head for a bit. Looking back at the sky, Robin tried forming a rabbit with the stars. He managed to get long ears and part of a face, but the rest was probably hidden by the trees. Turning to sit sideways with him, the rabbit laid down next to his leg and placed its chin on his wrist. Robin looked back down at it and watched it fall asleep. He released a breath from his nose before rolling his head and laying it down on the ground. For the whole night he rested with the rabbit next to him.
Once the sun came up and began to warm the land, the rabbit's ears slowly lifted from the back of its neck and then it raised its head. It looked around before spotting Robin, who was staring off into the distance. Standing, the rabbit hopped across his outstretched legs, its side bumping into his chest. Robin looked down and then over when it moved out of sight. He watched the rabbit hop away until it was just a dot before getting up and heading due east. His body felt refreshed and full of energy again.
"You should have eaten that rabbit."
Robin snorted. "I haven't been hungry at all. Besides, I wasn't going to be horrible by turning on it after I let it rest with me. I needed the company anyway. Good, quiet company, might I add." Fenrir closed his mouth and then snorted. They walked on in silence for a few hours before a question popped into Robin's head. "Do you have a family, Fenrir?"
"Hm? …Oh. I try not to think about it."
Robin lifted his eyes up. "Did something happen?"
"You could say that. Why the sudden interest?"
Lowering his gaze back down, Robin shrugged. "It just came to me, that's all. Have any kids?"
Fenrir laughed. "No, I cannot stand them!" He stopped. "Even if I liked them, I am infertile. Yes, I can have sex, but my seed does not have the necessary components to breed children."
Robin frowned, feeling like he knew the reason why, but it wasn't coming to him. "How come?"
Inside Robin's head, Fenrir had a look of contempt on his black face. "I was not given the luxury of a heart. My Superiors, who I have greatly surpassed, made sure of that."
"Because of your father?" Robin asked, not knowing where that information was coming from.
Fenrir chuckled. "Have you been snooping around my memories, boy?"
Robin shook his head. "I don't know how I know. The words just come to me for some reason."
"I see. But yes, you are correct. My father, the king of our realm, born me from his head. The moment he laid eyes on me, he knew I had a darkness in me that I would not be able to control. So the Council had to make the decision to either give me a chance or not let me have b.j
kheart at all."
"But wouldn't a heart help you fight that darkness?"
"Not necessarily. Because with a heart, it can either turn red or black. So the Council thought it best to take mine, destroy it, and leave me as just energy, hoping it would be good enough. However, their decision did not go as they had planned. They did not count on my anger of not having the choice in my fate. I still became the dark energy I am now. Every day I would go into a fit of rage, for no reason, and get punished for it, even though I had no control over it. To keep me from getting away from my father's teeth and claws, unbreakable, black shackles were put on my legs. I would fight back, but my father was able to overpower the darkness with his magic. His favorite spell was to conjure lightning and strike me repeatedly. I was a prisoner in my own home, while my brother became the prince and would be king once my father stepped down or passed away. My brother knew of the torture I had endured and he felt sorry for me. He would stay by my side until my strength returned. But his kindness only made me bitter. Why could he not be kind always? If he was my father's favorite son, why did he not stick up for me? For years I would pretend that his brotherly love meant something to me. I suppose it was to keep him happy, but the darkness had a different idea.
"One day, I had been summoned before the Council because the Dreamer had a vision. They confronted me, trying to make me explain to them what I was planning. But I would not. They gave me no reason to tell them anything. They had hurt me just as much as my father did. When my brother had had enough, he tried to make a deal with me, but I knew my father would not give me the time of day. So I told my brother that I would break free eventually and that there would be no stopping the evil that always grew inside of me. I was born evil and there was no changing that. Then my brother said something that almost got him killed."
Robin was about to ask him what that was when a loud, rumbling sound reached him. Becoming alert, he looked around, trying to locate the source. The ground shook under his paws. Sensing something big, he turned slightly to the left and started running, weaving in and out of trees. When he ran around a big one, he skid to a halt before turning and jumping into a clump of shrubs. Laying on his stomach, he poked his head out from behind the branches and saw a Jeep Wrangler, with the top and sides off, a few feet away. A path had been cleared of trees, allowing a winding passage through the forest. Now what was a vehicle doing so far off the road for?
The jeep soon vanished from sight. Slowly, Robin came out of the bush, walked to a tree next to the path, and looked around it. His ears perked forward when that feeling he had been sensing for weeks came back to him, at full force. Something surged inside of him, though he wasn't sure what. All he knew was that he had to follow that jeep. Sticking fifty feet to the right of the path, Robin ran after it.
"I think we're onto something here, Fenrir; I can feel it!"
"Yes, but will you be able to handle what you find?" There was only one way to find out. Robin continued to chase the jeep, staying several feet back so the driver and passengers wouldn't see him. For half an hour he followed it, the sensation getting stronger and stronger. Robin had the sinking feeling that if he was human right now, his ears and nose would be bleeding because it was so powerful and brain crushing. All of a sudden, he felt a surge of pain through his gut and lower region. Almost tripping to a stop, he stared at the ground, breathing heavily. He felt a stabbing pain from the base of his tail to his stomach. Fenrir could feel it too. "Just take a deep breath, boy."
Something indistinguishable flashed through Robin's mind. He heard himself yelping and felt electrical currents spreading through his neck and brain. Was this one of those memories he had lost over the course of time? Closing his eyes tight, Robin inhaled deeply, held it for eight seconds, and then let it out for six. The pain and memory gradually faded way after a few tries. When it was entirely gone, he slowly opened his eyes and let out a loud breath. He then looked up and could barely make out the jeep. With a new tide of energy, he ran after it again, knowing that this was what he was waiting for for so long.
For another twenty or so minutes the jeep traveled for wherever it was heading. Robin quickened his pace while moving further to the right. Soon, the trees began to thin out. Up ahead, Robin could barely make out a gigantic, dark figure in the distance, where the trees seemed to almost vanish. The jeep was heading straight for it, taking a straight path instead of a twisting one now. He sensed that something evil was going to happen when the jeep arrived. Five minutes later and it came to a slow stop to the far left of what Robin now saw was a building. But what was it doing in the middle of nowhere?
"We should go around the back rather than the front. I have a strong feeling that we should."
Deciding to take his word for it, Robin picked up speed and began running around the building. Glancing at the jeep out of the corner of his eye, he saw the doors open and a few, thin men emerged. They wore jeans and black t-shirts. One had a chain dangling at his hip and thigh. Two others wore a black bandana around their heads. The men headed for a front door. Looking ahead, Robin moved towards the side of the building, slowed to a silent walk, and then slunk around, keeping his body pressed to the painted concrete. When he reached the corner, he peered around, made sure the coast was clear, and then began sneaking along the wall. It didn't take him long to find an unlocked door. Jumping up, he grabbed the handle with his paw and jerked it down to open it. He then dropped down and carefully slipped inside.
Robin had entered a storage unit, with boxes stacked along the walls. Staying low, he made his way through, found the door out, and carefully opened it. He looked out and saw a big room that was mostly empty. His eyes slowly widened and his mouth opened when he saw something that made him sick to his stomach.
"Rosie?"
Before Robin could rush towards the middle of the room where Rosie, the red-headed basilisk, was chained to the floor by her upper arms, thighs, and ankles, a door opened to his left. He jerked his head over and saw the men from outside, plus another, fat man leading them, enter and approach her.
"Would you also like her drugged up? Sometimes she can be a handful because of her nature."
The man with the chain against his leg said, "Trust me, once I'm on top of her and have her pinned, she won't be able to move much." An unfamiliar anger filled Robin at hearing that. "She just better be worth as much as you advertise her as."
"None of my customers have made bad remarks yet," the fat man said, obviously the ring leader. As Robin got a closer look at him, he had this sinking feeling that he met him before. He felt disgusted. "The price is six hundred per half an hour, one hundred less for anal."
The moment that word reached his ears, Robin growled and bolted towards them. Hearing the clanking claws on the floor, the men stopped in surprise and saw him get between them and Rosie, who slowly looked up from her sitting position. Robin spread his legs apart and then growled at them, the fur on the back of his neck rising. His fangs were fully exposed, making him look threatening. Anger continued to fill him the longer he was near her. Rosie stared at him in surprise. One of the men with the bandanas glared at the seller.
"If this is your idea of a joke, esse, it ain't fuckin' funny."
The man snorted. "I don't own a filthy pet. I don't know how it got in here."
"Well then get rid of him," the one with the chain said.
The man looked at him. "And get my face bitten off? I would rather not be paid."
Gritting his teeth, the buyer reached back into his jeans and pulled out a pistol. "Fine, then I'll shoot it myself."
Aiming the gun, the man fired a round. In Robin's eyes, it moved slowly towards his head. With a single step to the left, he dodged it, surprising the men. The bullet zoomed just inches from Rosie's arm. The fat man quickly forced the buyer's hand down so he wouldn't shoot again. Robin growled louder, his anger finally bursting. All of a sudden, the air in the room picked up and was moving to one central location. Red energy began to form around Robin's paws, making its way up his legs and towards his chest. It didn't take long for the red energy to cover his entire body. It flickered in various places at the edges, like sparks from flames. Behind him, Rosie's eyes widened in surprise as she watched this phenomenon.
Robin's eyes suddenly glowed red. Starting at his paws, his body began to change. First, his paws got bigger and then his claws grew to a tremendous length and sharpness. Next, the muscles of his legs bulked up and the fur lengthened and stood on end. Then his chest got fluffier, as well as his stomach and the fur around his butt. His tail got longer and the fur almost turned into what appeared to be layered spikes. The fur on his back came up around his much furrier neck and was almost flowing in time with the red energy. His muzzle and forehead came up like head feathers and his ears became jagged and had tears in them. Scars had appeared on his face, snout, and nose. His fangs got sharper and longer and his teeth got thicker inside his now bigger mouth. He was now half a foot taller.
When his transformation was complete, Robin inhaled deeply before letting out a breath in a snarling roar. The four men were suddenly shoved back, as if a strong gust of wind had flown through. They managed to keep their balance. Rosie had a look of absolute fear on her face from seeing the transformation right in front of her. The chains prevented her from backing away. Deep within her, she felt like she knew this wolf. He indeed smelled like him. Rosie soon swallowed to find her voice.
"R-Robin…?"
Hearing her, Robin growled for a few more seconds before his mouth curled into an evil smirk. "He is not here right now," he said, his voice not his own.
Rosie did not like the sound of it. It was much deeper and sent a bad chill down her spine. She felt extremely frightened. "Wh-Who are you?"
Robin chuckled in his throat, which sounded like a growl to the men. "In due time, child. For now, I have something to take care of."
Rosie didn't like the sound of that very much either. Ignoring her now, Robin pulled his head back, held his teeth closer together, and then began to concentrate. Deep inside his throat, a black, fiery ball began to form. It steadily grew bigger and rose into the back of his mouth. Then, small beams of light branched off from it and came through the gaps of his teeth and fangs. The fat man's eyes widened.
"Shoot him!"
Quickly coming out of their shocked stupors, the men pulled out two guns each and began to fire at Robin. As the bullets hit, the red energy still around his body protected him and rippled. The guns were soon empty and the men fumbled for new cases to put in. Robin soon chuckled darkly.
'Fools.'
Digging his sharp claws into the floor, Robin opened his mouth wide as the five times bigger ball came forward, producing more light around his teeth, fangs, and lips. His head suddenly kicked back and he fired a tremendous blast that shook the entire room. Practically screaming as the attack flew towards them, the men turned and rushed to the door. The fat man was rooted to the spot, his eyes widening the closer the black blast was to hitting him. As it touched his bulging stomach, he closed his eyes and screamed in horrendous pain. The man with the chain on his hip was the first out the door. The other two tried getting through at the same time, getting stuck between the narrow frames. Right as they popped out, the blast hit the walls and exploded, crashing into them. The last man was sent flying from the force of the explosion, getting burned and scratched up. Blood was smeared onto the floor and what was left of the walls.
Back in the room, Robin threw his head back and laughed in triumph. Rosie was shaking uncontrollably at what just happened. There were no traces of the fat man or the two with the bandanas. She just couldn't understand how this had happened. And why had Robin killed them? When Robin's laughter died down, he lowered his head and then looked over his shoulder, growling low in his throat. Rosie flinched back, the chains scrapping the floor in her haste. Turning, Robin stepped up to her, smirking.
"Who am I? Well, I am the wolf that saved your pathetic, human life."
Rosie didn't say anything, only swallowed. Ignoring her silence, Robin reached for the chains with his mouth, grabbed a hold of the steel links, and, with hardly any effort, broke them apart. The chains came loose around her arms and legs. With his paw, he began to pull them away, being careful not to cut her with his claws. Rosie was tense.
"I-Is that you, R-Robin?"
Robin stepped back to look at her when the chains were gone. "No, I am Fenrir, a wolf daemon. I am just attached to his soul. I took control of him for the time being, since it is the only way I can use that attack. It will be awhile before he wakes up. Now, can I presume you cannot walk?"
"Yes, barely."
Fenrir snorted. "I guess I will carry you out then. I would rather leave you, but my host would not be very happy about that. He would just come back."
Rosie backed away, glaring. Fenrir blinked in confusion. "I would rather wait for Robin to regain control of his body."
Fenrir growled low at her. "Do not waste my time. We are leaving. Now get on my back."
Rosie gave him a determined look. "No."
Growling angrily at her stubbornness, Fenrir lifted his right paw threateningly and was ready to bring it down at her when he froze. Slowly, his body began to thin and he was getting shorter. His fangs and teeth shrunk back to normal and his mouth slackened. Fenrir then blinked and his eyes turned back to blue. Blinking a few times in confusion, Robin lowered his paw and looked around.
"Wh-Where…what…?"
Rosie blinked in surprise. "Robin?"
Jumping, Robin looked down and saw Rosie looking up at him. Their eyes locked and a flood of memories came back to him. He saw himself, as a human with a wolf tail and ears, in a large cage with Rosie and some other boy he didn't recognize, though the cat tail and ears resonated with him. Then the fat man appeared with some guy Robin didn't know, but felt a connection with, before they took Rosie away with Robin chasing after them. When the memories faded, he closed his eyes and shook his head hard. The sudden wave of dizziness vanished and he opened his eyes again.
"Are you alright, Rosie?" A quick rush of relief passed through Rosie at the sound of his voice, a voice she recognized. Even as Robin asked the question, he already knew the answer. He felt so much pain throughout his body when near her. He snorted softly. "What a dumb question. Of course you're not fine. Those gangsters wanted to-" He stopped, unable to say it. "Well, it doesn't matter. We're getting out of here. Right now."
Rosie smiled. "I'm so glad you came." Turning sideways in front of her, Robin laid on his stomach and motioned for her to get on. As she tried to get up, pain ruptured between her legs, forcing her back down. Robin whined when he sensed just how much pain she was in. Smiling weakly, she attempted to crawl closer instead and placed her hands on his fluffy back. "I-I'll be okay…"
Robin highly doubted that. When she managed to pull herself onto his back, she laid down, trying not to stretch her legs out very far. She wrapped her weak, bruised arms around his neck and closed her eyes, feeling sick to her stomach. She felt horribly light and thin. Anger built inside of Robin again, but he tried to ignore it the best he could by heading for the blasted down doorway. He only took a few steps before the gangster stumbled through with a broken ankle, holding the edge of the hole with one hand while the other lifted a freshly loaded gun shakily.
"P-Piece of…sh-shit…"
Crouching back down, Robin made Rosie get down and then stood in front of her to protect her. He growled at the man, who aimed the gun and pressed on the trigger. Robin's eyes widened against his furrowed brow when the bullet grazed his foreleg. Why wasn't he being protected by energy, like before?
"Robin!"
Rosie moved to the side when the man fired another bullet. Robin dodged this one and then rushed him. He continued to fire his gun, missing each time when Robin moved to the side. After the ninth pull of the trigger, there was a click. The gangster's eyes widened and he was momentarily frozen before he fumbled to get another case out and attach it to his gun. Robin suddenly snarled. The man quickly looked up right as he mauled him over. Ignoring the pain in her lower extremities, Rosie got up on shaking legs and forced herself towards the hole. She heard scuffling in the other room and snaps and snarls from Robin. It took her a while to reach the hole. Gripping the edge tight, Rosie attempted to step over the rubble. The stretching of her legs caused a wave of pain through her body. She whimpered when she stepped down and then brought the other leg out. She fell to her knees, panting. Looking up, she saw the gangster diving out-of-the-way of Robin's mouth, hearing his teeth snap together. Turning, Robin snarled before pouncing at the man's fallen form. He rolled over just seconds before he landed on him, spit flying from his jaws. Rosie's eyes widened when he aimed his fangs for the man's face.
"Robin, NO!"
But she was too late. With a growling roar, Robin sank his fangs into the man's face. He began to scream in agony as he attempted to close his mouth around it. Blood gushed out of his cheeks and around his eyes.
"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
Rosie's hand flew up to her mouth as she gasped. Robin had broken the man's cheek bones and tore half of his face right off. Blood burst from the horrid wound, hitting Robin's face. The gangster was still screaming, so he lifted his paw and then slashed into what was left of it with his sharp claws. The man's head jerked to the side. Deep claw marks started from his temple to his torn cheek. Taking a step back, Robin growled down at the man, who was no longer moving. Not wanting to take a chance, he snatched up his neck, his fangs piercing his carotid artery. Rosie quickly cowered back when Robin pulled him to the right and then threw his body around. It slammed into the floor, his bones cracking in several places. Releasing his neck, Robin took a step back, panting with a growl in his throat. The gangster was a crumpled heap on the cracked floor, clearly dead. Closing his mouth, Robin let out a hard breath from his nose.
"And good riddance," Fenrir said with a dark laugh.
There was a pause and then—
"Robin, what have you done?!"
Robin's head shot up. When he saw Rosie and her frightened face, his eyes widened. He took a step towards her, saying, "Rosie, I-"
Rosie backed away in fear. "Stay away from me!" Robin jerked back in surprise. Rosie glared at him, tears forming in her eyes. "You killed a human! How could you?!"
Robin tried a step again. "Rosie, please, let me explain-"
Clenching her eyes shut tight and leaning slightly forward, Rosie yelled, "Stay away from me! You're not Robin!"
Robin was taken aback. "What are you talking about? Of course I'm-!"
"The Robin I know wouldn't have killed people!" Rosie almost screamed. Robin's eyes widened. Opening her eyes, she began to cry. "You killed them! I know they were going to do terrible things to me, but I've always believed what you once believed!" Looking back up at him, full of hatred and rage, Rosie added, "Killing doesn't solve anything! Now you're nothing but a murderer! And I refuse to go with someone who doesn't care about human life anymore!"
Rosie panted from the yelling and exhaustion. Robin stared at her in disbelief. How dare she say he didn't care. Of course he did! He had saved her life, hadn't he? He had vowed to save her, and he did. So how could she say such a thing? Slowly closing his partly open mouth, Robin cast his eyes down. She was right about one thing though. The old Robin, if he even existed anymore, wouldn't have killed this rapist and his pals or the sex trafficker. He would have taken them down with a few scrapes and bruises, possibly a pounding headache, and taken Rosie away before they could get back up again. Robin truly was becoming more of a wolf now.
"Rosie…" he said softly before looking up at her. "You're right. The old me is gone; forgotten. I don't even remember my parents or if I've even had friends." Rosie's eyes widened. "But I don't not care about people. That part of me will never be forgotten. A lot has happened since you were gone; things that I don't remember but still sometimes feel when I'm near something I think I used to know. I almost even forgot about you. I'm really sorry about what I did to those men, but this is the new me now. I can't promise I won't kill again, but I will try. I will try for you. Because I made a promise to somebody that I would save you and bring you home. So please, let me help you. You need to get to a hospital, before it's too late. Please."
The room became dead quiet as they stared at each other for a long time. Swallowing, Rosie shakily got up and then took a step towards him.
"Okay…"
Sniffing and wiping her nose with the back of her bruised arm, Rosie limped towards him. Whining, Robin slowly approached her. They met about halfway. Turning sideways with her, he bent his furry legs and let her get on his back. When she had a firm hold around his neck with both arms, he turned right and headed for the front door. Rosie closed her eyes and passed out, not knowing of Robin's disappointment in himself.

To Be Continued…
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