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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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Disclaimer: See chapter 2
This chapter is very interesting! Hope you like it :)
PS: Gonna change the updates. Every time I finish a new chapter, I will post the next one. So since I just finished chapter 11, I'm updating now. When chapter 12 is done, I will upload chapter 9, and so on
SladinForever

I wish I was home. I wish I was with someone I love and care about. But I'm not. Not yet. But god I wish I was.

Robin sighed heavily. He was walking beside a never ending railroad track. It was too warm for his tastes and his paws were hurting from walking on the rugged ground for god knows how long. He was just sick and tired of everything. But he was mostly feeling lonely.
"Cheer up," Fenrir said. "You are making much more progress without excess baggage like that girl."
"Rosie."
"Whatever. I do not care about insignificant bugs such as her."
"You really don't care about human life, do you?" Robin asked. "Even after you've seen their sufferings?"
Fenrir laughed inside his head. "Back when your today myths were around, many of the evils such as myself caused the same pain and suffering on our victims as that girl did. Many of them raped and beat the weak, made them slaves, and killed them after torturing them for pleasure. That is what daemons were born for: pain, suffering, and destruction. It is what keeps all of us alive. If you do not like it, then that is too damn bad. You cannot rid the world of daemons. There are just too many. But, believe me, there are worse daemons than I. They are just biding their time until humans slip up and ask for their help."
Robin shook his head harshly. "I wish I could kick you out of my head whenever I wanted because I'm sick of hearing your crap."
Fenrir chortled. "Like I said, do not like it, then too damn bad." Robin snorted and continued walking on his path in silence. This stayed that way for a few hours. Robin's pace had slowed earlier on because of the rising heat and sore paw pads. At least everything was quiet. "Hm…there seems to be an anomaly on the tracks."
Looking up from the ground, Robin saw rectangular shapes on the middle of the railroad tracks. Sniffing the air, he smelled nitric acid and plastic. Cautiously, he made his way onto the tracks and approached the device. Once he was close enough, he saw that it was six bars of C4 hooked together by wires. Robin carefully sniffed the exploding blocks, not daring to touch them in case they exploded.
"Who would put bombs here?"
"Terrorists, maybe."
"In the middle of nowhere?"
"Do you really want to find the non-existent intelligence of today's terrorists that do not have the faintest clue to the real meaning of terror?" Fenrir asked.
Robin thought about it for a second. "I suppose not."
"Good, then keep walking."
Sighing, Robin walked around the C4 and continued on despite his aching paws. He had a feeling that if he were in his human form, his feet and hands would be bruised and possibly bleeding. This long trip was becoming too much for him. He wanted to be at his destination already. Wherever that may be, anyway. Robin was traveling by instinct and to where his heart was telling him to go.
For the next forty-five minutes, Robin walked on silently, trying to ignore the pains his body was experiencing. But his thoughts kept going back to that bomb and why it had been placed there. His human brain would have figured it all out already. The mind of a wolf wasn't that smart. Robin's ears suddenly perked up and forward. Lifting his head as he stopped, he sniffed the air.
"What is the matter now?"
The sound Robin heard was getting louder. From the top of the trees, he saw smoke billowing into the air. Soon the ground started to shake. Robin quickly put two and two together.
"An old fashioned train that uses coal to operate is coming this way."
"Hmm…guess the terrorists are not that dumb after all," Fenrir said rather calmly.
Robin's eyes widened. "They want to blow up the train!"
"Oh who gives a damn?"
Robin growled. "I do!"
Ignoring everything else Fenrir wanted to say, Robin started running in the train's direction, having only one thing on his mind: stop the train and save the people blissfully unaware of the danger up ahead. Somehow.
"You are insane. You cannot stop a three hundred ton train."
"Oh yeah?" Robin asked strongly. "Watch me." The sound of the train grew increasingly louder. Soon, the front turned on a curve and came out from behind the trees. It was heading straight for Robin. "I have barely fifteen minutes to stop that train."
"It would take a miracle."
Robin barked out a laugh. "And here I thought you wouldn't believe in miracles!"
"I do not."
"Well start believing because I'm going to stop this train."
"Not by yourself, at least," Fenrir said. He sighed. "I guess I will assist you then, if you are so adamant about it." Robin would thank him later. For now, he had to get to the back of the train and grab it to pull it to a complete stop. He was pumped; he could do this. "I hope you know what you are doing."
Robin wasn't going to admit that he didn't. This idea was crazy, not brilliant. He was going to put his life on the line for people he knew not. But it's what he had signed up for when he made his oath as a hero. He very well wasn't going to break it now.
Robin soon reached the front of the train and it zoomed right on by. He ran by the many cars. Halfway down, a little girl by the window was watching the trees flash by. She suddenly caught movement right before Robin ran by. When she saw him, she squealed.
"Mommy, mommy, look! A doggy is running from the train!"
The mother looked out but saw nothing. "It's not good to lie, honey. Sit down."
"I'm not lying! Hmph!"
People heard the girl and looked out in curiosity. One teenage boy with a cell phone in his hand pointed at his window.
"It isn't a dog, but it's close!"
"That boy is right! That's a red wolf! I've studied them my whole life! Look at him run!"
Soon the whole car was buzzing with people staring at Robin as he ran past them. Back outside, he was two cars away from the back door. Sliding to a stop, he leaped around, opened his mouth wide, and grabbed the edge of the platform that people could stand on. Robin felt like his fangs would break and shatter from smashing them against steel, but he managed to hang on and keep all of them. The main problem he had was trying to get a good footing. The train was moving so fast that he couldn't help but keep running clumsily. People had opened their windows and were looking out to try and see him. Some had their phones out and were trying to record him, not getting a very clear picture. Fenrir growled in Robin's head.
"Boy, you are going to get us all killed like this. Transform and be done with it."
Robin growled at the foul tasting steel and was trying to dig his paws into the tracks, but was unsuccessful. He didn't want to use Fenrir's powers, knowing that if he did, he'd be a step closer to losing himself for good. But he was right: if Robin didn't transform, then everyone on the train and Fenrir and himself would die by an explosion. Failure wasn't an option.
Closing his eyes tight, Robin let loose. First his fur lengthened. Then his muscles grew thicker and stronger. His body convulsed and jerked as his transformation took place. His head grew bigger, his fangs longer and sharper, and his paws grew to three times their normal size. When his paws hit the railway tie, they broke into splinters and went flying in wild directions. When Robin opened his eyes, they were completely blood red and glowed faintly. His body was wider now and he was about the size of a baby elephant. In his subconscious, Fenrir was sitting on the black floor, his eyes closed as he concentrated. Flowing, red, vein-like lines came out of his paws and traveled over the black surface of Robin's mind. They traveled through his body, splitting up to power up his paws, legs, and jaws equally. A blue, glowing light formed over his fangs and claws, making them rock-hard.
"Did you see that thing get bigger?!" a passenger yelled in amazement. "I think it's trying to stop the train!"
The peoples' yells and shouts fell on deaf ears. Robin couldn't lose his concentration if he wanted Fenrir to use his magic through him. Speaking of which, it grew stronger and flowed through him swiftly. He bit the step harder and started digging his paws into the tracks. The ties kept snapping in half as he moved through them. He started to wonder if stopping the train from the front was a better idea. It was too late now though. Any minute now and the train would reach the C4 and explode. Robin didn't have much time left. He growled louder. Pain coursed through his paws and legs, but he continued to pull on the train as hard as he could, either to stop it or tip it over.
The train wheels started groaning. The coupling rods were slowing down ever so slightly. The valve gears were screeching and sparks flew from the steel wheels. Robin continued to pull back, feeling like his teeth, gums and all, would pop out of his mouth. Blue flames sparked up his paws and forelegs, looking like magical energy. The passengers closer to the back were recording or snapping pictures of him, too amazed to be afraid of his appearance. Robin easily ignored them, not wanting to lose his concentration. His eyes were shut so tight that they felt like they would explode. Seconds later and he heard Fenrir in his head.
"You are doing it, boy. The train is slowing down. Yank hard now. If you cannot stop this train in five minutes, we are dead. So no pressure and good luck."
That was all the encouragement Robin needed. Snapping his eyes open, they flashed red and he jerked his head back hard. The train screeched and groaned, but was slowing down, little-by-little. With a feral snarl, Robin pulled hard a second time, amazed that the car didn't just break off completely. This massive train was a sturdy thing and he was grateful for it. If only it had been shorter though. Soon, Robin felt his body slowing down. Sparks continued to fly at him, but he ignored them. The rods were slowing down even more and the wheels weren't turning so fast anymore. Inside, the conductor heard the commotion on his train and checked his speed gauge. The needle was now at seventy miles per hour and dropping lower still. In seconds it reached sixty, then fifty, and then forty. He didn't know what was going on, so he picked up his radio receiver and spoke into it.
"Roger, how's the coal doing? The train is slowing down."
In the coal car, a bald man that shoveled coal into the firebox picked up his radio and pressed the button. "I'm still fueling it, sir."
"That's impossible! I just said the train is slowing down!"
"Maybe your speed gauge is wonky."
"Roger, I'm telling you, the train is slowing down. Find out why."
Roger sighed before pressing the button. "Yes sir."
Putting the radio back, he placed his shovel down and then left his station. Back outside, the wheels were now moving much slower. Robin was still pulling his head back as far as it could go, determined to stop the train completely. After one last, hard tug, the train rolled to a complete stop, the rods stopped turning, and the wheels groaned. Soon, all was quiet except for the people talking and the snapping of pictures being taken. Slowly letting go of the steel step, Robin stepped back and worked his jaws by opening and closing his mouth carefully. His paws and mouth were sorer than ever now. Fenrir smirked in his head.
"Good job, boy. You will revert back in a few seconds. We should go and then find a place to rest. You deserve it."
Back inside the train, Roger met up with the conductor at the front. "The train completely stopped, sir."
"Yes, Roger, I realize that," the conductor said, clearly annoyed. "But the question is why."
Roger looked out the window. "Well, sir, when I got off the train, I noticed something on the tracks. It's very far away. Maybe it's a good thing the train did stop; could be dangerous."
"I'll inform the passengers," the conductor said. He took the radio off its base and pushed a blue button on the side. "Hello, everyone. I apologize, but we've somehow stopped moving despite the furnace still working. My partner has informed me of a strange thing ahead of us. Please hold tight while we fix this. Thank you."
Roger was on his cell phone, calling 911. He explained to the woman on the other end what was going on. She informed him that they were sending FBI, the police, ambulances, and fire trucks right away, including bomb squad. This got him worried.
"You think there's a bomb on the tracks?"
"Yes, sir, it is possible."
Roger glanced at the conductor for a second. "Thank you, ma'am." He hung up the phone and then turned to his boss. "Bomb squad and everything is coming to investigate. There could be a bomb up ahead."
The conductor sighed. "My wife is going to kill me for being late."
"At least you're not dead now, sir." The conductor snorted before heading off the train, Roger following behind him. People were coming off the train, looking for Robin. He was heading away from the train, moving towards the forest. Roger and the conductor looked to where the people were looking and saw his tail enter the thicket of trees. "Hey, sir, do you think maybe-?"
"No, Roger. Just no."
"I've always thought animals were better than we gave them credit for."
The conductor exploded. "Roger, that wolf did not stop my fucking train!"
"But-"
The conductor smashed his fist into the back of Roger's head, making him flinch. "Shut up, Roger."
Roger rubbed his head. "Yes sir, sorry."
Turning back around, the conductor got back on his train to call his wife. Roger stared at the place Robin vanished from for a few more seconds before getting back on too. It was almost two hours before news vans, the police and FBI, the bomb squad, ambulances, and fire trucks arrived. Passengers got off the train and were lining up to be interviewed. Some gave reporters their video recordings and were played back live for the rest of the country to see.
"As you can see from this recording," a woman reporter was saying, "the creature that stopped the train appears to be some kind of large, red dog. It has strange, glowing marks on its legs and they appear to be breaking the tracks. We have yet to hear word from specialists on how such a simple creature could stop such a fast moving, heavy train. As for the reason of the train's sudden stop, the FBI and bomb squad are still examining something on the tracks far from here. They will not let reporters get too close, in case there's a bomb or other type of explosive on the tracks. Once we have more information, you will be updated. Now, back to you, Carter."
The camera was on the reporter for a few more seconds before it changed to the newsroom, where an anchor and co-anchor were sitting to discuss this Breaking News more.
"Thank you, Karen. In just a moment, we will replay the footage that many passengers of the train took of the animal that stopped the train. I must say, it is very interesting that this happened. We sure have been covering some strange phenomenons lately. Isn't that right, Andrew?"
The co-anchor chuckled. "Yes Carter, we have. Its amazing how long these things go unnoticed."
"Indeed." There was a pause. "Ah, well, we are ready to start the footage now, in slightly better quality. We must warn you that this may be inappropriate for younger audiences."
After a few more seconds of silence, the newsroom vanished and was quickly replaced by a recording of the Breaking News. The camera was a little shaky. It zoomed in to the corner of the back of the train, revealing Robin trying to get the train to stop. The blue energy was close to his chest now. His eyes were clenched tightly shut as he had his head pulled back all the way. People could see the individual planks of wood breaking off and flying away behind him.
Meanwhile, in the living room of a one story house, a red-headed twenty year old was lying on the full length of a couch, watching the news with wide eyes. He had been napping when the sound of the train woke him up and he saw this. He was too stunned to speak. As the train began to slow down, a much older man walked in through a hallway, a towel wrapped around his waist. He was drying his scraggly white hair with a second towel as he came up to the back of the couch. Ignoring the television, he stared down at the younger.
"What should we do for dinner tonight?"
Coming out of his shock, the redhead sat up and frantically motioned to the TV. "Slade, Slade, look! Isn't that Robin?!"
Slade blinked before slowly looking at the TV. The train had finally been stopped and Robin was moving away from it as he headed for the trees. For just a moment, he looked at the camera, giving people a quick glance of his blue eyes before rushing into the trees. Slade slowly dropped the towel around his shoulders, looking surprised. The young adult looked at him and said his name. He flinched before looking down at him.
"Yes, Red, I think it was."

To Be Continued…
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- 8
- 9
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