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Teen Titans: The Dawn of the End	By : RankoTendo Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Crossovers > Het Views: 2088 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans or Friday the 13th. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: Okay, this is, like...my first double threat disclaimer: I neither own in any means or way the Teen Titans, and the same applies to the movies series I’m attempting to cross it over with, Friday the 13th. It may be an odd combination, but I felt like I needed to do this for a long time now.

A/N: For simplicity’s sake, the Jason appearing here is the one from Freddy vs Jason. And I don’t care if all common sense says that Jason has no penis. And with that said, yes this is going to be really freakin’ disturbing. I blame Seth Turtle, for it was one of his fan fictions that made me get around to doing this. Kudos. And for the love of GOD don’t read past this if you’re squeamish.

There’s a legend about a thing that can’t be killed, in this small, American town. This legend has been passed around for decades, and every year, more descriptive parts are tacked on, as this legend keeps changing…for the thing that can’t be killed keeps coming back even after its continued deaths at the hands of its intended victims.

But it never dies, and it never forgets, saving each face in a dark corner of its twisted mind, hating each and every one of them so utterly that it’s the closest thing to sexual release when it finally claims them, leaving it awash in satisfaction and vital fluids. It just keeps living, and hating, and hating and living, an abomination that was once a child, and now a fully fledged demonic force that quite possibly can never be stopped, not now, not ever.

And like all good legends, it has a more modern-day equivalent. As a group of teenagers were finding out now.

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A loud scream rang out, and the young man with long black hair was running for his life, his hand clutching onto the hand of a pale girl with long purple-tinted hair who was stumbling behind him. The creature was finishing off with the tall youth who had dared to oppose him, a tan jacket sleeve with a black-gloved hand sticking out through his chest, the still-beating heart of his victim in his hand, blood and ichor dripping down onto a combat boot, and then with a wet sclurch, the arm pulled out, then dropped the heart as the body fell to the ground, twitching once, twice, and then nothing.

It started walking, the torn grey sweatpants it wore occasionally catching in a tree branch and ripping a little more, giving glimpses of rotting patches of skin beneath. It also wore a dark t-shirt, torn open in places, showing a clear view of blackened dead flesh and an exposed rib. On its lumpy, misshapen head was a battered while hockey mask, yellowed with age and scratched and dented in various places, speaking volumes of its history.

The couple continued to run, the girl occasionally tripping and slowing them down, yet their pursuer continued in its lumbering gait, the refuse of the forest floor hardly slowing it for a second at best, though it moved as quiet as a mouse. Finally, all the noises he made died down as the couple managed to elude him.

They stopped near an old, ruined cabin to catch their breath, panting heavily, a pair of emerald eyes locked onto a pair of purple ones, and nervous smiles appeared on their faces. “I think…he’s gone….”

“I-is he?”

There was a sudden clap of thunder, and then a flash of lightning so bright that for a moment, it blinded them. And in that moment, the creature appeared again, behind them. They turned, and in that one moment they saw their deaths, and were resigned to it, merely holding each other’s hands as the long, sharp machete fell in one lethal stroke, and ended their lives…together.

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Some distance away, another masked man was watching the creature with an interested eye. His only eye, as a matter of fact. His mask, unlike the creature’s, was part of a helmet, divided down the middle in a black right side, and an orange left. The rest of his outfit, which was a bodysuit with metal plating and bands on various parts, was colorless, just black, and metallic grey. And on the forehead was a stylized combination of a five and an s, known by many in the occult world as the Mark of Scath.

He admired the man-thing’s ability to kill, at the very least, but he had no idea why his master would want control over such a beast. But his role was not to question…merely to do as asked, and receive his reward. He reared his hands back over his head, a glowing red orb forming there, despite the light pattering of rain, until it was a roaring ball of fire. Then he threw it, and it went straight for the creature’s back, exploding on impact and sending it rolling across the wet ground limply.

The man walked forward, the ground smoldering where his feet touched, and watched in fascination as the creature shrugged off one his best shots with little difficulty, and cracked its neck in the process, its one good eye locking onto the man’s. It was then that he could see why his master desired the beast. They were very similar, at least in many outward respects. They both wore masks, they both had one eye…they were both unstoppable engines of chaos, and they both loved their work.

Where they were different…one was a soldier of fortune, a master player in the underworld game….the other was an autistic child in the body of a giant who only sought revenge, for his mother. Each driven by base emotions, each drawn to violence and hatred, almost mirror images of each other, and both felt this, deep in their cores…and were at peace.

That peace was shattered when both lunged for the other, hand blocking machete, a flame-made Bo-staff cracking against fiberglass, another fist striking metal. Despite the creature’s size, it was a whirlwind of movement as it threw out punches and slashes that were even in the ferocity of its opponent. However, the fight would be won not be violence, or strength, but by skill. The man grabbed the creature around the neck and twisted hard, hearing a satisfying snap. Of course, this wouldn’t slow it down, but then he kicked its legs our from under it, and slammed his right fist into its chest, lighting it afire. This was enough to stun it long enough to press his palm against the fiberglass, and slowly send a wave of heat through its moist form.

Like the man, this thing was a creature of Elements….the man Fire, the beast Water and Metal. Both bowed to Fire’s heat this day, and then the creature lay still, dead….or was it?

No, its chest rose and fell after a moment, lungs slowly drawing in and expelling air, the brain, as feeble as it was slowly bringing the body to life, and that eye opened. But instead of moving it remained still…fastened to the ground by an invisible force. The man smiled behind his mask as the thing struggled to move, and in the air, a shimmer appeared, and for a moment, the after image of four eyes seemed to burn in the air….

*****

Almost half the country away, in the sprawling metropolis of Jump City, there was one building of great prominence, though it wasn’t the tallest. It was shaped like a T, which is why it stood out. It was filled with every single technological convenience to mankind, or at least America, and housed five teenagers…the Teen Titans. Each of them had their own powers, their own personality, and in some instances, it was a wonder they even got along.

Right now, the leader of the Titans, Robin, was sitting in the main room of the Tower, where the team hang out, or did research, or basically…whatever. And right now…he was doing research. Into a series of missing persons reports, oddly enough. Now, he had started off doing simple villain research, checking out the status of many of them, when he received an odd email request from the city’s security force, requesting that the Titans help them on a missing persons case that seemed to be months old.

Robin found this very odd, indeed…but it also intrigued him, appealed to his detective side…something he picked up from Batman, back in Gotham City. So on he poured through endless file after file, his eyes scanning line after line after line, before he growled in frustration and leaned back in his chair, slouching forward. “Argh! There has got to be something I’m missing!”

Finally, he sat up again, and went back to reading, before he heard someone clearing their throat. He turned around, and saw the green-furred Beast Boy giving him a look. “what is it?”

“Dude…you’ve been on that all day, and now it’s my turn.”

“Beast Boy…”

“Robin….”

Finally, the Boy Wonder made another sound of annoyance, and pushed his swivel chair back, sliding out of the way and hitting the print button, turning off the monitor and waiting for the printouts of all the information he was given. After a few, agonizing minutes, the last sheet printed off, and he grabbed the large stack of paper, and headed for his room. Along the way he passed Raven, who was drinking her herbal tea, like always, and Cyborg, who was eating waffles…again.

He spent a few moments trying to hit the key panel to his room, trying to see it clearly over the sheaf of paper, then finally getting it and going inside, dropping the papers with a loud bang, and wincing slightly. ‘I didn’t think it’d be that loud….’

He spread them out over his table, and poured over them like a man possessed, even when the door to his room slid open again, and the alien girl known as Starfire walked in, looking at him in a concerned manner.

“Robin...is there something troubling you?” she asked, blinkingly.

“Well…a series of missing persons and murders…this stuff’d be routine for Gotham City…but not small town America.” He pursed his lips, then went through an older stack of paper, checking a few names. “I think I’ve got something.”

”What is it that you have got?”

“Well, I saw some names on this list that seemed familiar, so I decided to check this articles I got from Batman, and what do you know….the names matched.”

“This is good, yes?”

“It means I finally have a starting point for an investigation…” he punched his left hand, grinning as much as he normally did. “It’s time the Titans took a vacation.”

“To where, friend Robin?”

“To a little place called Crystal Lake….”
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