Teen Titans Fan Fiction The Redeemer

Next chapter. No major dislikes about this one and I think it pretty much explains itself...in fact...I would be quite worried if it didn't...on with the show!


Chapter 32: Helpless

He lay motionless on the floor. Not knowing how long he had been like this. All time was lost to him now. Silence filled the large warehouse…and he was alone. The pain going through his body and the uncontrollable coughing were the only things telling him he was still alive…but he didn’t know how long that’d last.

Then a sharp sound rang through the empty warehouse. Usually it didn’t bother him, but now the ring of his phone seemed higher pitched and much louder. It pierced through his head and added to its pain. He gave out a loud groan and attempted to claw his way toward it, but to no avail. After a few minutes it stopped and everything was at relative peace again.

******

Why wasn’t he answering? He was meant to ring hours ago. At first the man had assumed he had only been held up…but now things seemed much more urgent.

“C’mon Jason. Pick up the damn phone,” the man muttered to himself as he paced back and forth, a nervous look upon his face. After a few minutes it became clear that Jason would not answer his call. With a heavy sigh Johnson put his phone away.

“God damn it Jason…you can’t die yet…”

He turned to leave, but a strange shiver went up his back. It was as if he could…sense someone behind him. Some… unexplainable darkness. The man quickly turned about and was taken back by whom he saw. The Titan, Raven, stood in front of him. He wasted no time, however, in bringing forth his Colt 70. But it seemed that Raven’s reflexes were far greater than his own, for even as the weapon was only just brought into view, the girl formed black energy around the man’s army and flung him into the nearest wall.

With his weapon out of reach and his position not all too good, Johnson became…slightly more co-operative. Very slightly.

“What do you want?” he asked with a voice full of hatred and spite, as if Raven had done something terrible to him long ago. Raven found that no matter how hard she tried, that she could not read this man’s mind. For a moment the girl was a bit phased by this, but soon went on.

She was reluctant to say what she was about to, but knew it had to be done.

“I just need you to show me where Jason is.”

“Ha! As if I would help y…” Johnson looked into her eyes that now seemed to be ablaze with an uncontrollable fire of anger. Thinking twice Johnson disregarded what he knew and decided to look out for himself…for now.

“Very well…I’ll show you.”

Raven let him back to the ground and stepped away from him. Johnson straightened his jacket, whipped off some dirt and regained his Colt 70.

“C’mon. Follow me…and don’t try anything!”

******

Time was still non-existent to him. He hadn’t moved from his spot for what seemed like decades. Nothing happened, no-one came. All he could do was moan as pain continued to surge through his body. It seemed that more wounds were opening without reason or explanation, and there was nothing he could do to stop them. His cough and headache was now joined by a fever. Shivers ran through his body as it became colder and colder.

But it was now, at 12:13 am of the day after he had arrived back in the warehouse that some light of hope came. The door opened and he heard a familiar voice.

“Jason?”

It was Raven. He never thought that he’d be so happy to hear her voice. But it seemed another was with her…Johnson. Now he heard his old friend call out.

“Where are ya Jason?”

The warehouse was very dark and it was impossible to see the motionless boy. All he could do was give out a weak groan. Raven quickly rushed over to where the groan had come from. Johnson stayed at the door to make sure no-one came. The girl walked cautiously through the empty building, but still managed to trip over something. Looking back she knew what it was, or…who it was.

“Jason?!”

She quickly scrambled over to him and held him in her arms, drawing back the dirty hair from his face. Even in what little light there was she could tell he was barely conscious and struggling to remain like that.

“We have to get him to Titans Tower,” she exclaimed looking up at Johnson, who immediately objected.

“Woo there. Aren’t you forgetting something? Those friends of yours have an agenda against Jason. Especially that Robin. They’ll never let him stay.”

“It’s his only chance! Can’t you see? He’s dying!”

That was something Johnson couldn’t deny. Jason was dying and he knew it, and he knew that if Jason wasn’t attended to…well…Earth wouldn’t stand much of a chance. With a heavy sigh, he walked over to Raven and Jason. Without another word, Raven formed a sheet of black energy around them and they were gone.

******

It seemed that the other Titans hadn’t noticed Raven’s absence. This was more than likely because it was not unusual for the mysterious girl to disappear. It had been worrying at first, but now they thought little of it. Robin seemed to be calmer for the moment, allowing himself to rest his mind for a moment. Beast Boy and Cyborg battled it out on the GameStation, and as usual it was a losing battle for the Changeling. And Starfire sat along side watching the two, amused by their antics.

The night was a peaceful one, which was a nice change for the teenagers. Of course they were on stand-by for almost anything…almost. It was now that their peace was disturbed. A flash went through the room and the four teenagers jumped around, ready to fight. But…there was no need. The group relaxed when they saw who it was.

Raven was kneeling on the floor, holding a ragged and dirty Jason. His breathing heavy, face pale and body weak. Close by was a man who looked to be in his early forties. This is our good friend Johnson. He had the look of someone who was extremely over worked, his clothes tattered and dirty, his hair barely kept and his eyes blood shod. A few moments of silence passed as the Titans tried to figure out what to say, but Raven broke the silence for them.

“Please…he needs our help. He’s dying…”
 
Well, Johnson seemed utterly shocked to see Raven standing. . .right in front of him. Now he's also at the mercy of the Titans, though, since he has been the one helping Jason. The ending part of this update kinda shocked me, I really didn't expect Jason to go back to the Tower without a couple fists swinging. You put this in unexpectedly. . .Also, Jason's condition without his gloves seems to be getting worse and worse. If all his old cuts and injuries that were healed by the gloves are returning to his body, then I wonder how the Titans are going to help him? The best thing in this chapter is seeing Raven's more human side of actually worrying about Jason. . .I mean, she has really this entire time worried about him, but she was actually panicking. I love the darkness to this fic, and I cannot wait to see what happens now that Raven has taken Jason back to the tower. Awesome chapter NI.:D
 
*Tumbleweed rolls across the floor* I say...this place is...empty. Maybe I should post chapters up more often eh? Yeah, sorry about the sevre lack of activity from me, terrible writers block. Hopefully everything should be smooth from here on.

Right. So here is the latest chapter for all those still interested in this. Enjoy!



Chapter 33: Restless

The pain. Why won’t it stop? Why do I keep going? Is this some form of punishment? Must be. God ain’t exactly going to be helpin’ me out. I can’t last long now…hopefully it’ll be over soon…hopefully.

******

Beep…Beep…Beep…

The same constant noise echoed through the room, enough to drive anyone who listened long enough mad. But little heed was given to this sound, as all concentration was seemingly on the boy. He lay motionless upon a hard bed. Many bandages were across his body, with blood seeping through. A smell of stale Whiskey within the room.

“Is he going to be okay?” asked a surprisingly concerned Beast Boy. In fact all the Titans were quite concerned, even Robin to some point. Even if he and Jason had not been the best of friends, they were still friends in an extremely vague sense.

“I’m not sure. I’ve never seen anything like this,” Cyborg answered as he continued to examine and run tests on Jason “These aren’t self inflicted and I doubt anyone could get close enough to this guy to even touch him…”

Indeed they were certainly dumbfounded to how these wounds got there. Not even Raven knew…but there was one who did. And he is our old friend Johnson. Now his current situation was not a good one. Ex-Cop gone rouge. Helping a wanted criminal. Possession of illegal fire arms. He had received many scowls and suspicious looks from the Titans. He seemed to attract that sort of attention. But now, after a long period of silence, he spoke up, stepping away from the wall and out of the shadows.

“His gloves,” this caught the attention of all present and conscious. Johnson calmly walked to the left side of Jason opposite Cyborg and next to Raven, the others stood at the end “Every wound he ever received while wearing those gloves were healed by those gloves. But they also kept them closed. Because of the un-natural process of healing, his actual body could not keep them closed,” he gave a quick glance at the stunned Titans. “They also took control of his immune system. As long as he wore those gloves he was immune to every illness, virus and disease. But that also meant that his natural immune system could not develop. So as soon as all electricity in his body is spent…he dies. And it will be a very gradual and painful one at that.”

“How do you know all this?” Robin stepped forth and looked at Johnson questioningly “Who are you?”

“A friend. I’ve known Jason since he was in Side-Town,” he stared directly at Robin and continued “I’ve done a lot of research…”

His explanation didn’t actually explain anything. He obviously couldn’t be trusted. The Titans knew this, but Raven knew it best. The very fact she could not read his mind set her suspicions on edge. But it was clear nothing more could be gained from questioning him. They had a bigger problem.

“Is there anything to do that’ll stop him from dying?”
Johnson looked at them with a cold manner that seemed to go straight through them. He was indeed an unusual man.

“Get his gloves back…”

Robin stepped forward.

“Where are they?”

“Slade. Find him, you find the gloves.”

An obvious look of anger spread across the face of Robin and a look of mixed emotions across the others. They all knew what Slade was capable of. But they didn’t know what he was planning. Robin clenched both fists.

“We’ve got to find him! Then we get Jason’s gloves back. It’s the only way.”

Johnson brushed past him and headed toward the door.

“Yeah great kid…you do that…”

“Where are you going?”

The man stopped halfway through the door and turned about.

“I’ve got some…business to attend to.” And with that he dropped out of sight. The Titans didn’t stop to think about how he would get off the island. They were too preoccupied with thoughts of Slade and Jason’s terrible state.

Without another word Robin exited, followed by Cyborg, Starfire and Beast Boy. The last to leave was Raven. She was reluctant to go, but knew she must help search for Slade. The girl clenched Jason’s hand tightly before letting go and following after the others.

******

The wayward wind blew violently that night. People clung to their coats for dear life and hung their heads to shelter their face from the rain, a usual accomplice. Clouds blocked out all light from the sky. Huge skyscrapers cast intimidating shadows as they loomed above. The people hurriedly walked to take cover from the rain like maggots scurrying from light.

The sea was rough. Water lashed out at the lone island of rocks. There were few things here that could interest a by passer, unless of course you take a gander at the giant T shaped building. Within this strange and highly unusual structure, was a group of even stronger and extremely unusual teenagers. They wracked their brains with both anger, worry and anxiety. A madman was on the loose, being in Jump City this was nothing new, but this was no ordinary madman. No, he seemed beyond that, and once again he had crossed the line.

Two days had passed since Jason arrived, and for two days he had lay motionless within the Medical Room. Cyborg, through all his work and attempts, could not bring him about. Further worry was caused by the fact that Jason’s wounds could not be healed by Raven. She had spent quite a fair bit of those two days at his side, hoping he would wake up, but to no avail. He remained as motionless as ever. By any standards he should have died many days ago, weeks even. But he wasn’t ready to give up…there was unfinished business to attend to.

The time was 3:17am. All were asleep, albeit a restless one, with such troubles on the mind as they it was hard to ever sleep. Well…one person was awake. Not Robin, in fact no Titan was awake. No, today business would resume as normal…
 
Glad to see you followed my advice and ended it early.:evil:

-Matt A-
 
Well, it's nice to see that Robin is somewhat sympathetic to Jason's condition, or rather is somewhat a friend of Jason's. To be quite honest, Johnson sounds like he is going to be a bit of a handful in the coming parts to the story, with the fact that Raven can't read his mind making him that much more. . .untrustworthy. This was a great chapter, with a somewhat indefinite ending to it. . .did Jason wake up, or is it an intruder? I guess I'll have to wait for the next chapter. . .

PS: By the way, nice to see you writing on this again NI.:D
 
Every wound his gloves have ever healed is opening back up?:eek: Poor guy.
 
Good to see you guys are still around...yo.

Anyway. Next chapter for you I have. Enjoy you must, or burn you I will! I kid...I'm more partial to blowing up things.



Chapter 34: As Good as Dead
Fire. Nothing but fire…all he could see was a man, holding what he saw and knew to be a flamethrower…
Beep…Beep…Beep

Jason was still, as could be expected, but unexpectedly his fingers began to twitch. Seconds past and the twitching became faster…

Blood filled the view of his left eye, but through his right he could see five figures standing to his front, their features blotched out by the heavy rain…
Beep Beep Beep

Now both his legs began to spasm and his head move side to side. A cold sweat ran down his face. His whole body soon followed suite.

Beepbeepbeepbeepbeep

A single image passed through his mind now. It was a man wearing an orange and black mask…Slade.
Suddenly his whole body stopped and Jason’s eyes flashed back to life. The boy jolted up, pulling off all wiring and such as he did. Memories of finding his father haunted Jason’s mind, his soul burnt with a hatred that could not be matched by any mortal. Indeed pain continued to shoot through his body, but this would not stop the stubborn boy. A mere cringe was given to acknowledge the pain was there. However, he continued to bring his legs about and forced himself up. Now he was already in a very bad state, but add that to the fact he hadn’t walked in a few days, you can pretty much guess that his legs gave way. If it hadn’t been for a nearby chair he would’ve fallen flat on his face.

Jason used the wall to steadily walk toward the door. A few stumbles here and there, but he did pretty well. He didn’t much like not having some form of top on…and no shoes or socks, but he could only thank someone for leaving his trousers on. The door opened with a gentle "whoosh". Jason poked his head out and checked to make sure all was clear. He had no idea what he was doing, where his stuff was or how he was going to get Slade. All he knew was that somehow he had ended up in Titan’s Tower, so at least he could find his way around.

The corridors seemed to grow in length at night. The shadows that lay ahead were intimidating enough and in this moment Jason realised that…the Titans should really invest in more lights. He could hardly see a thing and he wasn’t very familiar with this part of the tower. Only choice for him was to find his way by memory. And so Jason started limping through the unwelcoming metal corridors. Each step was a struggle, each breath caused pain, and even blinking seemed a challenge to his broken body. It really was a wonder that he was still living let alone walking.

Not being able to see, Jason could not tell when a corner was coming and so fell victim to gravity as he ran out of wall to use and his legs gave way once more. The boy couldn’t react fast enough to stop his fall and hit the hard ground with his head. An instant urge to scream out in pain came to his mouth, but he managed to reduce it to a grunt.

Stay calm man. Just get back up and at the least drag your sorry self to the living room.
Jason didn’t manage to fully recover from his fall, but he managed to stumble up on his feet long enough to fall forward a bit. He continued with his pathetic attempt down the hall, clambering along as best he could. He was surprised no-one had heard him. But putting this out his mind, he kept going toward the main room…

******

The harsh tone of an alarm clock sounded through the room. A pale, thin hand reached out from under the covers of the bed and hit the clock to shut it up. A quiet groan was heard coming from who ever lay under the covers. The time was now 4:30am, time to get up, washed and get on with life. Slowly the girl crawled out of bed and gave out a stifled yawn. She shuffled toward the shower room, almost zombie like. A shower always woke her up in the morning, made her feel just that little bit better.

A nice refreshing shower and she would be ready for anything…well most things. The cold water instantly brought her about, running down her entire body. She stood motionless under the falling water, her head raised. After a few minutes of this, she was done. Carefully the girl stepped out and was finally ready to start the day. Once dried, she put on her leotard and flung the usual blue cloak over herself.

The tower was quiet, as it usually was at this time of the day, but something was different…something was out of place. The sun was barely starting to rise, but it gave enough light to see dark patches on the floor. The girl knelt down and dabbed her finger on one of the patches. Upon closer inspection it became clear what the substance was…

"Blood…"

It led off toward the main room. She quickly sped down the hallway and made way toward the room. The girl rounded the final corner and entered. A loud wheezy noise could be heard coming from the couch, as if someone struggled to breath. With a worried look upon her face, the pale skinned girl briskly walked around to the front of the couch, and felt a mixed emotion of horror and happiness at who she saw. Some things within the room suddenly shot out of place and she fell to Jason’s side, who lay stomach down on the couch. Carefully she reached forward and grabbed his right hand. Slowly his eyes flickered open and a weak smile spread across his face.

"Mornin’ Raven…"

Raven let out a little laugh and smiled too. She was worried about Jason’s state, but this was overridden by the fact she was happy to see him awake.

"Help me up, will ya?"

The girl agreed and slid the boy’s right arm over her shoulders, and with their combined efforts he was up again. Jason was considerably taller than her, and weighed more at that, but both managed to stay on their feet. With a simple nod, Jason confirmed he could take it from there.

"Jason…you shouldn’t be up. You should be resting…"

"And let that bastard Slade get away with it all? You’ve gotta be kiddin’"

"Let us deal with Slade…please…"

Raven looked at him pleadingly, but to no avail. Jason’s stubbornness apparently went beyond any other she had dealt with.

"With all respects, you guys don’t work fast enough."

"We can find him!"

Jason turned about and smirked at her.

"I’ve already found him…I got the lay outs to his hide out and I’ve already drawn up some plans."

The smirk was well place, seems as Raven was surprised to hear this. Rarely did Jason surprise her, and it always came as a shock when he did. Without even asking, Jason entered the computer mainframe on the large screen and started typing in something. A few seconds past and he already had blue prints for the building up on the screen. 577 Crow Street.

"And this plan of yours?"

"I’m gonna need everyone’s help," he paused and turned again to look at her "I’m trustin’ you to convince them…"

Raven simply nodded in agreement.

"This’ll be my only and last chance to save my life. If we fail, I’m as good as dead…"


******

The plan was explained easily enough. There wasn’t much to misunderstand. That wasn’t the problem, the problem was convincing the others to go along with it. Their track record with Jason wasn’t the best, and was understandable that they still didn’t trust him.

"He needs our help…"

"He’s a crook. A villain. Slade’s our problem not his!"

"Yeah! Besides, how can we trust this guy? He’s already turned on us once."

"That’s true, and I can see that…but I doubt any of you would want to have his death on your conscious…"

This much was true. All arguments and disagreements ceased. A silent mutuality was forged, and so…the plan would move into action. Jason had already called up Johnson, whose assistance would also be needed, and the young hero waited patiently outside. He knew that if the Titans didn’t come, that he could count on Raven to help him. Pay back time was drawing near, and he was looking forward to it…
 
I definitely enjoyed this chapter(y-you're not going to burn or blow me up, right:p ). Jason getting up like that and stumbling, fueled on nothing but the intense thought of vengeance is something that I really enjoyed. At this point, it looks like his fight against Slade gives him nothing to lose. . .except for Raven, now. . .and his life if he doesn't get his gloves back. . .crap. Okay, so he has everything to lose. On a bit of a side note, I can't help but wonder if the whole "I doubt any of you would want to have his death on your conscious…" statement convinced all the Titans to help. Let's face it, Robin tried to kill Jason on that roof top. I suppose that question will have to wait(at times I just have fun speculating at stuff:D ). Now I must try and wait for the next chapter. . .
 
Hmm, I dunno...blowing people up is ever so fun. Nah, I won't blow you up...for now.

Yes, anyway, quite. Time to move this thing along. I'm really running out of things to say in these "Pre-Chapter" paragraph thingies. I think I should just say "Hey you! New chapter up. Read now!"

But anyway, here it is and enjoy!



Chapter 35: The Face Off
All six of them now stood within the main room, soon to be made seven when Johnson arrived. Now although Jason and the large parts of the Titans hadn't really got along much in the past, they had still been kind enough to supply him with some equipment. The obvious one was a new costume. A metal plate was placed across his chest, two more on each wrist, shoulder pads and more covered most of his legs. Underneath these platings he wore a black body suit that clung tightly to him. Around Jason's waist was a belt with two holsters, these of course were for his dad's M58 and his own DE50. Upon his back was a metal pole and his MP5, lets not forget to mention the two 45s. Unfortunatley he had few bullets for any of these.

An uncomfortable silence had long fallen over the room. The only Titan who had spoken a word to Jason was Raven, the others seemed to shun him, though this could be expected. A few cold gazes were thrown across the room. They had grudgingly agreed to help him, though their part was more of a...secondary one. In fact it seemed that Jason and Johnson would be doing most of the work.

A loud beep emitted through the room indicating that Johnson had reached the panel for the bridge. Without a word the group moved out, their faces expressionless as they filed out of the room. It was dark outside, much time had been spent on last minute planning. It was apparent that Robin did not like the Titan's current assignment, but Jason shrugged the boy's arguements off. His plan would go ahead. To be cruely honest he didn't care much for whether they would help or not, even if they hadn't agreed the boy would've set out to face Slade anyway...

******

The group stopped just as they reached the other side of the bridge. Robin had stopped his motorbike not too far away, the others were all in the car. And Johnson...well...he had brought out his rust bucket of a car. Jason stepped out from the T-Car and went to greet Rob. The man met Jason with a smile and firm grip, but the boy seemed concerned. Johnson had...aged. Of course we all age...but he looked to be in his mid fifties when Jason knew him to be only in his early twenties.

"Good to see you back on your feet kid"

"Yeah..." the boy paused "Are you feeling okay...you look...different"

"Me? I'm fine. Just been workin' to much," he replied with a hearty chuckle "So, you gonna be ridden with the Supers or what?"

"Nah. I don't like that car..."

"Still a bit sore about your Plymouth huh?"

Without another word Johnson turned and went to his car, whie Jason headed over to inform the Titans. Cyborg brought the window down as the boy approached.

"You guys take point. I'm going to be ridin' with Johnson," Cyborg simply nodded. Jason straightened his back and looked over to Robin "You just...I dunno...whizz around where ya like..."

You couldn't see it underneath his helmet, but Robin simply glared coldly at Jason. When all were ready they set off and headed for Crow Street.

******

The wind lashed about wildly, bringing a cold air with it, biting at any skin not covered. The night sky was blocked out by a thick canopy of black clouds, the moon nothing but a blur behind them. People were silent on this night, as if at unease. They knew nothing of what was happening, but still, something did not feel right. The streets were populated by a few stragglers and night shift workers, but that was it. And Crwo Street...well, few people ever went there and so it was void of any life. That is until two cars and a bike pulled up. They stopped at a corner, their target building in sight. In all there were seven people, each knew what was going to happen tonight...they each had their own ideas anyway.

Lets not make a pathetic attempt to keep it a mystery, these people were of course the Titans, Johnson and Jason. Not too far away was the building in which Slade had set up base. With a simple nod from Jason the group split. The Titans went one way, while the other two went another. The time for pay back...had arrived...

******

It had not taken long to get to the roof, not when you had a super strength alien who could fly at hand. On this roof was the first target, the power box. Elminate that, and all security cameras and such are taken out of the equation. It seemed that among other things Johnson was quite the electrician, and as asked he had brought the equipment required...plyers. Rip out a few wires here, cut a few more there and all was done. The buildings power was gone in seconds.

"Okay guys, move in," with the order given the Titans burst through the front door, expecting the usual large array of robots, but found none. They stood confused for a few moments, but soon their welcome party arrived. A sudden hail of las-fire burst out from the shadows and a mass amount of robots darted forward to ingage the five.

"Titans, go!" and they set off, colliding head first with the enemy. Robin with Bo-Staff at hand, despatching enemies left and right. Cyborg with Sonic Cannon blazing, giving them no quarter. Starfire sent a fury of bolts into the fray, while Beast Boy transformed into a massive Gorilla, tearing apart any that came near. Lastly there was Raven, who lifted the robots themselves with her unearthly magic then crushed and threw them. Many were destroyed, but many more came. And so the battle raged on...as was the plan...

******

Even from on the roof, the roars and clashing of a fierce battle could be heard raging below. This was their signal to get moving and to get what they came for. The plan was simple, the Titans distracted any guards that could be expected, with the power taken out it was a simple task for Rob and Jason to retrive the gloves, and if they were lucky enough to bump into Slade, beat the living crap out of him.

Close by was a vent, via this vent the two would infiltrate the building, make their way as far as possible through the ventilation system and from there make their way to where Jason believed the gloves were. Of course this would probably be where Slade would situate himself also, but he was seen as a minor problem to the boy.


"Jason, you're going to have to be careful down there. Another wound could open up at any second."

"Yeah, I know. I'll be fine."

"Just don't die in there, okay?"

"I can look after myself thanks. What's this all about anyway."

"I don't have time to explain anything right now...just trut me okay?"

Trust was something Jason knew little about, and indeed Johnson knew less. He had no time to ask more questions however, for Johnson had already removed the grid that blocked the vent and was lowering himself into it. The boy quickly followed suit.

******

Space was tight, air was hot and tensions high. But it'd be worth, it'd all be worth it once he got his hands on that bastard. Images went through his head as he crawled along, different scenarios and ways in which to bring Slade to his untimely end. In the process a cruel smile had formed, one that fitted him well. Being cruel was one of his specialities.

"Okay, we'll drop down here," he heard Johnson whisper.

Stealth wasn't exactly a major skill for either of them. This was expertly shown as Johnson gave the grid a good thump and simply allowed it to hit the ground with a loud crash. It didn't seem to bother either of them, perhaps a bit too confident about what they were doing. Soon the two touched down back on the ground and headed down the long hall. Obviously it was dark, so obviously the two had flash lights at hand. Their foot steps echoed down the lonely metal corridors. They jogged at quite a slow rate, ready for anything. Johnson had his Colt 70 ready and Jason had his DE50 to hand.

The two soon came to a large metal door with an access panel close by.

"Can you open it?" asked an anxious Jason.

"Not without the code..."

Jason quickly moved him out of them way.

"Don't worry, I've got the code right here," slowly he pulled out his last grenade "You might wanna stand back there."

Johnson had no time to argue as Jason quickly set the explosive down and pulled out the pin. The two quickly got out of range and with a loud echoing boom the grenade ripped a hole through the doors. It looked as if stealth was out of the question. There was no time to dawdle now. The explosion had almost blown through the floor and ceiling, someone was sure to have heard it. And yes, sure enough, rounding the corner they found a large group of robots.
"Oh ****...um...run!" the boy shouted despertaley. The two dashed down the corridor to their left.

"Great idea Jason! Heck why not throw in Cinderblock? That'd be fun!"

"Shut up and keep running!"

They could both hear the mechanical beasts in hot pursuit. The two could barely stay ahead of them, the robots not more than three meters behind. At this moment in time, the pair cared little for where they went, as long as it was away from their enemies. They didn't have the fire power to take on such great numbers. Suddenly a laser bolt was let of and teared through Johnson's leg. The man fell on his face, Jason went to turn and help...

"No keep going! Don't die! GO!" the man rolled onto his back and let off a bullet into the first robot that came at him. He didn't even turn to look, he knew Jason still stood there.

"You need to live Jason, for the sake of us all! Now go!"

Slowly the boy started moving back, before turning and starting a sprint.

******

There seemed to be no end to the robots. For every one that fell two more would replace it. But still they went on, slicing through the ranks. Though out numbered, they were not over matched. Robin jumped high into the air and came crashing down with his Bo-Staff upon the head of a robot. One tried to sneak up behind him, but the boy swiftly drove his staff through its chest and pulled it out to hit the chin of another that came in front of him. Another tried to attack from the air, his attack was made short by a Bird-a-Rang to the head.

Not too far away, two of his team mates fought back to back. The usual duo of Cyborg and Beast Boy. The Changelling ripped through metal with razor sharp teeth as he went into the form of a lion, clawing at another till it fell. Just to his side, Cyborg cut through them with sonic blasts and hammered down with his fist, crushing the metal bodies with great ease.

The Tamaranian girl hovered above, sending a hail of green bolts down on the enemy, tearing through them with green beams and pummeling any that dared to get close. An attempt was made to over power her as many robots jumped up and brought her down, but the mass pile was thrown away like a rag doll, the many robots crashing into walls.

Last was the dark girl. She sliced apart the crooked metal with lashes of black magic, and tore them apart with her very mind. Any shots or attempts to harm her were deflected by a shield that she could form at any given time that she needed it. But a loud explosion rocked the ceiling and caused pieces of cement to fall. Something was happening above. Without reason the robots quickly retreated to the shadows, leaving the fallen bodies behind. The Titans looked upward in confusion.

"What was that?" asked a battle tired Beast Boy.

"Jason..."

"C'mon! Lets move out!" ordered Robin. The group quickly made their way to the nearest flight of stairs.

******

He could hear Johnson in the distance, desperatley trying to hold off the robot onslaught. The thought of leaving an ally behind to die did not rest well with him. Soon the wild firing stopped and Jason feared that Robert Johnson...was dead. He could not dwell on this however. The boy came to one last door, this had no panel and simply parted from the middle as he approached. Inside was dark, very dark. Had it not been for his flashlight he would have been blind. As he stepped in the doors slammed behind him, causing the boy to jump. He turned about an pressed his hand against the metal...they were locked.

Something was in the middle of the room...something glowing. He turned once more and stared directly at it. There they were, his only chance of survival. His gloves. He paid no heed to the fact that it had been so easy to get in...too easy in fact. Thoughts of crushing Slade clouded his mind. Jason quickly rushed over and went to reach for the long sought after gloves, but something happened. Somehow his hand went through them, followed by his body. To his horror the boy realized it was a hologram and this...was a trap. The image started to flicker and soon dissapeared.

"Hello Jason," a mocking voice came from the darkness "It has been a while now, I was starting to wonder if you would ever manage to get here."

"Slade..." muttered Jason "You bastard. You killed my dad!"

"Chris? Yes. Unfortunatley for your dear old dad, he got in the way of business and that is just simply unacceptable. He should have gone away when he had the chance."

"I'll kill you!"

"Funny. That's what he said befoe I broke his arm and crippled his leg..."

"You took away my mother...my father...my life!" Jason brought his DE50 to bare "Now I'm going to take your's!"

With that he started firing wildly in all directions, but each shot hit the wall. Then, something collided with his arm, causing him to drop the gun.

"Show yourself!"

"Very well..." suddenly the lights in the room flickered to life, but there was no sign of Slade, as far as Jason knew anyway. In fact, Slade stood right behind him "Boo...."

Jason almost jumped out of his skin. The boy tried turning around, but was met by a hefty kick to the chest. He was quickly up again however, with both 45s at the ready and Slade in his sights. The bullets flew directly towards Slade, but the man was quick, quicker than anything Jason had det with before. Somehow he managed to avoid every bullet, and Jason soon ran out. He dropped both guns and tried to pull out his MP5, but a quick shoulder to the gut caused him to lose grip of his gun and his footing. As he got up again, Jason reached for his poll, but found it was not there.

"Looking for this?" he looked up and saw Slade holding it before snapping it in two.

"Fine. I'll just have to kill you with my bare hands!" shouted the boy. He made a quick dash toward the man and sent a swift jab at him, but found Slade was to quick. He tried bringing his foot to the man's gut, but it was caught mid flight and he was thrown into the nearby wall. The boy's body hit the metal hard, and blood was coughed up.

"It seems that being around the Titans has made you weak...or should I say Raven? You've become soft...humaine. These simply won't do if your going to be my apprentice."

Jason gave him no reply and simply hit Slade square in the face with a bone crushing punch. But the man brought his head back to face him and laughed. Jason was lifited into the air and pinned against the wall, then once again he was sent crashing to the ground. But as could be expected from him, he wouldn't give up, he wouldn't stay down.

"I will give you one thing...you have managed to keep hold of your resilience," he said mockingly as he advanced on the boy again. Jason tried to bring another punch to the man's face, but his fist was caught and his entire arm broken by a simple twist. Jason cried out in pain as each bone broke.

"Your worthless...pathetic...just like the rest of your family!"

"You...just made...a big mistake," Jason gave Slade no time as he brought up his other fist to collide with the man's chin, sending him stumbling backwards. With a dark look on his face, Jason came at him again, kicking out his legs then toe kicking his face. It was Slade's turn to be thrown about now. Jason picked him up by the collar and using what strength he had, threw the man over his shoulder.

Slade coughed and spluttered, but soon, his manical laughing began.

"You were a fool to come here. Any second now, more wounds will open. You're nearing your end Jason," he got to his feet and stared Jason in the yes "Do you really think you can get past me in time?"

The boy started on his way once more, preparing to act. But it was not to be. An unexpected pain shot through his right leg as every bone in it broke. Jason fell to one knee and let out a scream of pain as his chest was sliced open by an unseen force, causing blood to pour. Then, and worst of all, a burning sensation raged through his left arm, then to his entire body. His skin was replaced by the twisted horrid look of burnt skin. His hair from its place, and the left portion of his face was completely gone, nought but skull remained there, his grey eye still in place. He let out a shrill scream that would chill the bones of any humaine person, it echoed through the entire building and was followed by an abrupt silence.
Jason fell onto his stomach, energy spent and strength gone. He had lost and now...everything was black again.
 
Theres something wrong with these damned forums, everything is all messed-up. So, grrr. Next chapter, here, once, not twice not thrice, just once! One chapter one poster! No more no less damn you!

Enjoy :D



Chapter 36: A New Beginning

The Titans sped up the stairs, and kept on going till they were at the very top floor. The hallways were long and dark, but Cyborg’s shoulder light provided them with the sight needed to carry on. Their heavy footsteps echoed through the lonely building. Rounding the next corner they found five robots strewn across the floor, each one with bullet holes ripped into them. On the ground lay a silver Colt 70 and a tattered brown trench coat. These items belonged to Johnson, yet there was no sign of the man himself. Each Titan was as confused as the next, none of the knowing exactly what had happened.

They went on cautiously now, not knowing whether more robots remained. Slowly they came to a locked door. Robin looked at Starfire and stood back. The alien came forward and with a mighty crash she punched the door down. The room was large and round, the walls bare metal as was the floor. Various weapons were scattered across the floor. An MP5, two Colt 45s, a metal pole and Jason’s DE50. Patches of blood could be seen on the floor. From what they could tell Jason had found Slade, and it sure didn’t look like he had won. There was no other way out of the room except for the way they had entered. Something wasn’t right. This was painfully obvious yes, but underneath all the obvious things something else unnerved them.

******

A lifeless and pathetic figure limply hung upon a metal board, held up by four straps. Its skin was burnt and ripped, bone was clearly visible in places, and its face was mangled and no longer recognizable. They made no sound, drew no breath, and saw nothing. Yet, you could not say this person was truly dead, indeed this was not the first time their condition had become like this. They were like this, however, due to the plans of one Slade Wilson, or Deathstroke if you will.

Yes, he had plans for our friend Jason. Not that they’d help the boy in any way, but certainly himself. The man stood in front of the boy as robots hurried about preparing everything that was needed. The room was big, almost empty and dark. The echoes of footsteps could constantly be heard, and the sound of heavy objects being moved into place. As he stood there, a single robot came to his side holding a pair of gloves. These were indeed Jason’s, but they had been changed. They were now much thinner and slightly longer. Instead of the separate metal bars there was a black material over them allowing only a small portion of each bar to be shown. The two blue circles on each side remained, but they were smaller. The cartridge was now placed in a small compartment on the downside of the gloves.

With a cruel smile, Slade took the gloves and the robot slide back into the shadows.

“Time to wake up Jason, your services are needed,” slowly, Slade slipped the gloves onto Jason’s hands. Both started glowing furiously and the sounded it made was like a generator being switched on. The glow suddenly shot through the boy’s entire body. Slowly but surely, skin began to reform itself. It would only take a few days for Jason to awaken once more. Apparently Slade had made some improvements upon the gloves…

Suddenly a giant screen came to life, a person could be seen, but his face was hidden by shadows.

“Wilson…”

“Ah, William. Its been a while…”

“You…don’t know…what you are doing…” whoever this was they were obviously in a state of exhaustion “Your going to…kill us all…”

“Oh, not everyone, but a fair few people, yes…”

“No…the entire…world!”

“I have no time for your theories and ‘possibilities’ I’m a busy man.”

Before the man could even say anything else, the screen was shut off and Slade turned back to Jason.

******

The police had not long ago arrived at the scene and were clearing all the wreckage away. Amoung all the scrap metal they found no bodies, no sign of either Jason or Robert. The Titans stood grouped around the T-Car, all were bitter from the night’s events. They had managed to lose track of two criminals in one go, not a good night at all. As could be expected, they were all quite angry, but angriest of all would be Robin.

“How could we let them get away?! This was probably Jason’s plan all along! To disappear and join sides with Slade! All of this was just a distraction!”

“No! He would never do that! You have no idea who he is or how he thinks! Jason is a good person, whether you admit it or not!”

“Raven is right man. I doubt even someone like Jason would do that…look, we’ll find them. We always do, why would this be any different?”

“Maybe because we’re like…looking for the biggest crazy guy we’ve ever faced and the one guy who can avoid us for months on end!”

“I’m sticking by what I said. I don’t trust Jason and I never will. If I’m right…its more likely that he’ll come for us…”

An uncomfortable silence fell over the group. Without another word they filed into the car and made way back to Titans Tower.

******

The healing process had surpassed all previous estimates. Jason woke again two days ahead of schedule, a crooked smile was spread across his face, an evil smile.

“Good to see you awake again my apprentice.”

“It is good to be back,” with an either wider grin he continued to speak “What would you have me do?”

The straps were taken away, allowing Jason to stand.

“Destroy the Teen Titans…”
 
This is my favourite chapter of them all thus far. Very fun to write I assure you :evil:


Chapter 37: The Darkness Within

The day was a reasonably calm one. The sun hung high in the air, beaming down upon the city. It gave people a general feeling of happiness as they went about their lives. The roads weren’t too crowded with cars and most people were enjoying their weekend in the park. Kids laughed merrily as they played their games, dogs ran about chasing after sticks and Frisbees, and couple sat together enjoying a picnic. All seemed to be happy on this day, not to mention safe under the watchful gaze of the Titans. However, their day was quite different.

They each had their own ideas about what had happened a few days ago. Where Jason had gone, what Slade was planning, it was altogether very worrying for them. Robin stood at the main computer searching through all the blue prints of the building, but found nothing. Cyborg used his to check all CCTV recordings for any sign of either Slade or Jason, but found neither of them, not even something that could hint as to where they were. Starfire and Beast Boy scoured the city for any trace, but they too came up with nothing. Not even Raven could find any of them. Certainly their worry increased with each passing minute. And with fair reason, have no doubt…

This relatively peaceful day was soon to become one that would live long in people’s nightmares. For on this day the final stage of a madman’s plan was put into action, and a terrible destruction would be let loose to run riot in the city.

******

People walked happily on the pavement, on their way to visit a friend or loved ones perhaps. But unknown to them, some wouldn’t make it. Traffic was particularly thin and no-one was in a rush to get anywhere. The police phones had been quiet, it seemed that there was a strange lull in crimes. But unknown to the people, the end of their peace walked among them. His smile that of cruelty and darkness. The young man’s jet black hair was combed back, only a few strands falling over his face. He wore a sleeveless black trench coat and black clothes underneath. Parts of the coat were covered by a dull grey flak plate. He walked confidently, with hands behind his back and head held high.

Slowly he turned and walked out into the middle of the road, taking no heed of the car coming his way. The couple inside were quite aged, each in their mid sixties. The man became wide-eyed as he saw the person walk out in front of his white Pontiac. The woman covered her eyes as he slammed on the brakes, stopping just in time. With the shock phase gone the man became quite annoyed. He forcefully opened the door and walked toward this…madman.

“What the hell are you doing? Are you stu…”

But he was cut off. The dark man shot out his right hand and grasped the old man by the neck. With no struggle what so ever he lifted the frail man off the ground and looked him in the eyes, smile still spread wide across his face. All who were near had stopped to look, all gawped at what they saw. The man who was held high from the ground began to sweat and his body started shaking nervously. He tried prying himself away with both hands, but the vice grip wouldn’t let up.

“You all better hope the Titans come soon…” he whispered to the man “Or there won’t be many people left.”

With that he grabbed the man’s head with his left hand, lifted him high into the air and slammed the old man’s head into the bonnet of the car. The force caused him to die instantly and his head cracked open, spending blood onto the windscreen. There was a clearly visible dent in the car. The woman inside began to scream. He let the body slump to the ground and shot his attention at the woman who continued to wail loudly.

“Shut up,” he muttered before sending an electric bolt through the windscreen, slicing through her head. The screaming was abruptly silenced. Now the onlookers started panicking, running in any direction away from this madman.

He looked both ways before putting each hand under the car and catapulting it through the air, bringing the heavy object down onto a group of teenagers, each one mercilessly crushed by the metal beast. With a more serious look upon his face, he continued with his errand, destroying all in his path. Another bolt was let loose, hitting the petrol tank of another car that was parked across the streets. Some people were caught in the explosion, their bodies ripped apart by the blast, and their limps sent scattering to the winds. The heat washed over him, but he did not break a sweat.

One man caught his attention as they ran across the street. He formed a disc like bolt in his hand, and sent it flying toward the man. Both his feet were taken from beneath him, now nothing more than a pair of stumps. The man fell helplessly to the ground, crying out in pain. But still he tried getting away, crawling across the floor, a trail of blood left behind him. But too slow. The man who he tried to escape caught up in no time and without mercy ripped the man to pieces with a hail of bolts. The screams of terror could be heard from miles around, and the fires seen from even further. So without question around twenty men of the Jump City police force arrived within a few minutes, taking cover behind cars and arming up…

They didn’t stand a chance. Their job was just to hold the crazed man till the Titans came, but being on the other side of he city it would take a while. A row of police cars stopped in front of him, and more behind. The sound of a helicopter flying above was clear. The Captain switched on a megaphone and stood up straight.

“You’re completely surrounded, give up,” he shouted, a hint of fear was in his voice. Even with the armoured men around him, he was still terrified. With a dark smile, the man raised his hands into the air, as if in surrender.

“Okay…ya got me…” it seemed for a moment he was really giving up. The Captain order a few men to advance, but with a sudden burst of two blue beams ripping through the captain’s body, the men immediately fell back and took cover behind their cars.

“Open fire!” each man rose up from their hiding place and let loose a hail of las-fire. But their attacks were useless. A blue shield had formed right around the man. Not a single shot had managed to hit. All stood, a mix of awe, shock and terror washed over each one.

“Keep firing!” with the order given, they all fired at will. But with one sway of the hand, an unstoppable wave of electricity was sent at them, throwing all in its path through the air. Quickly he turned around and let off two more bolts, each one hitting one car, causing each one to blow. Men who were unfortunate to be using the cars as cover were torn asunder, any close by caught alight and fell to the ground screaming and writhing with pain. Seeing the immediate danger, the police began to spread out. Any who had survived the initial wave were up again and slowly moving into position.

People continued to flee from the scene as las-fire and blue bolts were exchanged. Even if one shot were lucky enough to hit its mark, the effects seemed to be nought but a scratch. This person seemed more machine than man. Fires raged on as more police fell still, their armour proving ineffective against the man’s attacks. Any who were stupid enough to get close were immediately cut down, their bodies spilt in two, heads taken from their place and skin burnt through to their very organs. And through all this the man would laugh uncontrollably.

Soon enough only a few men were left standing and they desperately fought on, but it was futile. There was nothing they could do, no weapons they possessed could harm the man. Those who were smart, tucked tail and ran, those who weren’t got cut down like the rest. Soon the street was silent once more, except for the constant sound of a helicopter. The man looked up and into the very eyes of the pilot who, seeing the man’s intentions, tried pulling out, but too late. The man formed a large bolt with both hands and sent it colliding with the machine, ripping straight through it and bringing it down. It crashed into the side of a building causing yet more explosions. Now, yes…now everything was silent…

But a very quiet sound caught his attention. Not ten meters away was a child, no more than five years old. Clearly the girl had lost her way, and now cradled up, terrified of the man that stood before her. The smell of death was high in the air, and the scene that she had beheld was nothing that a child of her age should ever have to see. Yet the man cared not, for with an even crueller smile upon his face, he made another advance, the girl curled up more as he approached. With one hand the man picked her up by the back of her collar and brought the girl to eye level.

“Have you lost your parents?” he asked in a patronising voice. The girl slowly nodded her head.

“Don’t cry I know where they are,” the girl looked up at him, a glimmer of hope in her eyes “They’re up there” he said pointing to the sky “Or…depending on how good they’ve been...” he paused again and looked down at the ground then back at the girl “…Down there.”

The girl burst out into tears once again.

“There, there. Don’t cry, you’ll be seeing them again very soon,” he formed a blade with the glove on his free hand “I promise”

But suddenly, from the thick smoke came a boomerang. It hit the hand which he held the girl with. It did little damage, but it still caused him to drop the girl who quickly scrambled away. His once cocky expression was now replaced by anger. He snapped his head to the left and through the smoke saw five figures.

“This ends now…”
 
I didn't manage to do the one comment for each chapter, so for that I'm very sorry NI. . .but if you happen not to get replies from me once again then realize that I'll get to it eventually. I promise to read this to the end. Besides, Jason is such an awesome character(as I've said before).

All in all, of the three chapters I read, the last one that I got to read(37)shocked me to no end. The amount of carnage, violence, and absolute disregard for people's lives seemed to just blow me away. I realize that he is under the control of Slade, but this is truly the first time we've seen him just unleashed to this extent. It was unnerving, so naturally, I loved it. The chatpers leading up to it made it all the sweeter. I have to wonder what happened to Johnson though. . .poor b**tard is already probably, but you left it very open to interpretation.

Then you portrayed Slade as a very monstrous figure. He seemed to basically destroy Jason in terms of fighting(though to be fair Jason is truly in heaping amounts of pain). He owned the entire situation like he wasn't even fighting someone near his caliber; I loved that. This is probably at the top of my list as far as it goes with how well Slade has been written in a fan-fic.

I also liked how you handled the very, very shakey alliance between the Titans, Jason, and Johnson. It was entertaining to see characters that dislike eachother so much having to work together. Well, except for Raven(but after the current events of the last chapter I must wonder what she will think of Jason now). Overall, this fic is really dark, as it was established in the beggining, and I must say that it's impressive to see how much the characters have evolved over the months to this stage of the fic. This is a work of art, truly.

Please, keep it up. Things are starting to reach a massive boiling point. . .
 
The end is coming so very near now, just a few more things and thats it. Well here's the fight between Jason and the Titans, I don't really like it an awful much but lets see what you think eh?



Chapter 38: And so it Comes to This

A group of five stood in front now, the smoke wisped to the side and eyes locked into a deadly staring contest. At last his adversaries had arrived, the Teen Titans. They stood defiantly against him, fresh for the fight, ready and waiting. No sign of fear or hesitation could be seen in any eye, just a look of wonder in the eyes of one Raven. But before she could intercept the conflict, the hardy voice of Robin sounded out.

“I always knew this would happen. You could never be trusted. You just another insane criminal!”

A wide and proud grin spread across the man’s face.

“Well well well…the Teen Titans. I have heard much about you. But you seem to be mistaken, I am not insane or crooked, merely following orders. Oh yes, by the way, Slade sends his regards.”

Something wasn’t right, Raven could feel it. She saw Jason stand in front of her, but didn’t not hear the same words he would speak, or the same voice. His mind seemed to have changed. He looked distant, unaware of the fact that he had known them all previously and had even been in company with them for a time. Then what should have been instantly clear hit her. His mind had changed. He had lost his memory once more and somehow Slade knew this, and then used it to his advantage. There could be a chance to bring him back around, to make him remember who he was. Slowly Raven stepped forward and drew back here hood.

“Jason?”

All attention suddenly turned to her. Robin grabbed her by the arm quickly and pulled her back.

“What the hell are you doing?” he growled

“Getting Jason back…” she yanked her arm away and continued towards Jason.

“Jason…I know this isn’t what you want. I know this isn’t you…” it looked as if her words got through to the young man. His eyes began to flicker open, and he clutched his head. It was working. With re-newed confidence in Jason, Raven walked closer until she was almost pressing against him.

“Remember Jason. Remember who you are…” but in a flash everything became sour. Jason’s hand suddenly lashed out and grabbed Raven by the neck, choking the girl. It had been an act. There was no remembering for him. An evil smile was on his face once more as he began to mock her.

“The Jason you knew is dead now. There is no coming back for him. Only I remain…and I am here to kill you.”

Without another word or remorse we threw Raven into the rest of the group with such a force that they could not keep a footing. He certainly was strong, much stronger than before. Once up and re-grouped, Robin stepped forth again.

“It’s over for you Jason! Titans. GO!”

The group of teenagers immediately mobilised into action. No particular formation was made, no plan to be seen. Just a sheer full on attack. They sought to give him the fight of his life, and he in return would give theirs. Had he been any other person, he would have taken counter measures by now, yet he stood completely still, mocking them in a way. He waited till the very last moment to move. Robin threw a punch at him, but he stepped aside and pushed the boy away. Straight after this Cyborg tried grappling him, while Starfire sent a hail of bolts at him. Quickly, he dodged underneath the huge metal man, then continued to evade every bolt sent at him with such a great ease it was quite awe inspiring. Indeed it would have been had it not been for the fact that he was on the side of darkness at the time. Taking no time to rest, he elbowed Cyborg in the back of the head and sent a pulse of electricity at the alien.

At the moment he was on the defensive, just making sure to stall them for as long as possible, toying with them even. Robin came at him again, now with Beast Boy who was in the form of a massive Gorilla. Taking quick action, Jason ran from the Boy Wonder, who followed close behind, and surprisingly slid through Beast Boy’s legs. Robin didn’t have time to even think to stop and ran directly into the chest of Beast Boy which, in his current form, was like running into a brick wall. Jason took this advantage quickly and sent a forceful kick into the changelings back, causing both him and Robin to sprawl out on the ground.

Raven seemed to still believe that this couldn’t possibly be Jason. It wasn’t the same boy she knew, the same man she loved. But even as she toiled over this in her mind, Raven watched on his her friends went on trying to defeat Jason, but thus far they hadn’t even managed to come close to touching him. If things continued as they were, the Titans wouldn’t last long. They all needed to attack at once, it was their only hope. She had her mind made up. This wasn’t Jason. Like he said, Jason was dead. She had no feelings for this man. With that Raven joined the fray…

Cyborg was ready for the fight once more, but upon turning around he was met by Jason’s hand. Raised and ready to let of a deadly bolt of electricity. At that range and with enough power backing it, the bolt would rip straight through him, killing him instantly. This could be seen even in Jason’s very eyes. But a miracle came just in time, in the form of Raven. No time was given to Jason to be able to set off the bolt as his hand was enveloped in black matter, hoisting him into the air and throwing him as far as could be managed, sending the boy colliding with a building. The time that was given was used to regroup and ready themselves once more to face their new enemy with the same steel they faced any other with.

Such a throw would have caused drastic damage to any other person, but it seemed to be nothing more than a mere scratch to this…machine. He rose to his feet, laughing at the Titans in mockery and clear defiance, daring them to come after him. And so they did, without worry or hesitation to the idea of fighting a former companion. Such was the life of a hero.

They all attacked in unison, seeing it as their best hope for a victory in this battle. But it would become clear that not even teamwork would get them through this day. With a simple duck he passed underneath Cyborg, meeting Robin instead, head on. Before he even knew it, Robin was being held high in the air by the neck, no time to react what so ever. Beast Boy came at Jason from the side in the form of a Lion, the others sought to attack him from behind. Quickly he spun to the side, meeting Beast Boy with both feet to the face. As he spun through the air, Jason sent Robin catapulting into Cyborg, while dispatching of both Raven and Starfire with another pulse of electricity. And in that one move, he had brought down each Titan with such an ease…it seemed that no hope was there for the Titans.

Robin struggled back to his feet, lifting himself from Cyborg, who led sprawled out and dazed on the floor. He turned to face Jason yet found that he no longer stood there. A shadow passed over him. Jason somersaulted once in the air before landing on Cyborg’s chest right behind Robin. The Boy Wonder turned once again to face his enemy, but was met by a rock like fist to his cheek bone. Another to the stomach, elbow to the back and knee to the face. Never had he been made to bleed so quickly. He managed to stop the next attack and countered, hitting Jason several times in the face and though blood spluttered out, the boy brought his face back around, the same mocking smile wrought across it. Another shattering punch to the face. A loud crack as his arm was twisted and bones broken. A sharp pain through his leg as his knee joint was dislocated. And finally he was thrown away like a rag doll, or rubbish, not needed anymore. Jason’s mission was to kill them, but he wished to do them as much harm as possible before he did.

He looked down at his feet and saw the chest of the metal man begin to stir. Quickly he hoped off and came about to face the 6’6 giant. Indeed the mechanical being towered over him, but he had speed and the strength to match.

“You made a big mistake man…”

“We’re yet to see which one of us made the mistake here.”

Cyborg came at him head strong, as was the usual style of the heavy hitter. A great metal fist was brought down to meet his face, but came to meet nothing as Jason dodged out of the way, ending up behind Cyborg. He spun trying to catch Jason with another hit, but this too was avoided. The boy ducked underneath and brought his own fist to connect with the metal plated chest of Cyborg. Two punches connected with his face, one immediately after the other. A kick to the face was a final factor in bringing the lumbering figure of Cyborg down. But no sooner had this happened that both Beast Boy and Starfire set upon him. Beast Boy, still in the form of a Lion sent a vicious claw swipe at the boy, but Jason quickly hopped into the air and used Beast Boy’s head as leverage to gain more air on his next jump. He came into contact with Starfire, body tackling the alien to the ground. Jason stood triumphantly over the girl, yet once again no time was given for boasting. The boy managed to turn around just in time to meet a Lion leaping right at him. He managed to get a grip on each front paw, but was still brought to the ground.

The two grappled on the floor, one trying to gain an advantage over the other, but in his position Jason could not bring all his strength to bare, yet Beast Boy could not get past the strength he was using already. Soon enough though a burning sensation rushed up both of Beast Boy’s front legs. Looking down he saw Jason using a high concentration of electricity to burn him. He tried fighting it out, but the pain was so immense that it could not be ignored. Back in his usual form Beast Boy cried out in pain, and with the extra weight he had before gone, Jason could now lift him with great ease. Back on his feet, Jason looked the Titan right in the eyes, continuing to burn him. The boy lashed about wildly, trying all he could to get away. With a chuckle Jason granted his wish and threw him into a nearby streetlight, which buckled at the impact.

“Pathetic. I really was expecting more of a fight from the infamous Ti…” his first real chance at boasting and it was cut off by Cyborg, who lunged at him from behind, and grabbing him around the chest, hoisted him into the air. Cyborg body slammed him into the ground then picked the boy up and threw him away with ease. Instead of falling flat on his back however Jason went into a roll and came out back on his feet. As he turned Jason dusted off his coat.

“Cute…very cute…” he flashed a look at Cyborg “But an extremely bad idea”

Two blades formed from Jason’s gloves, and slowly he advanced at Cyborg, who deployed both Sonic Cannons. In an attempt to bring the madman down, he let of a fury of sonic blasts. Each one did manage to hit its target, but unfortunately the target would not be beaten so easily. One hit merely caused him to flinch and step back slightly, one even managed to connect with his head, but still he went on. Soon enough the boy was within arms reach and the power in his two cannons were low. He would have to go in hand to hand.

Cyborg made the first attack, leaping at Jason, trying to grab both his arms. But again, his slow and predictable movements betrayed him. Jason easily ducked underneath him, and as he did, slashed at Cyborg’s waist, cutting right through the metal. Then quickly Jason stood up straight and with a single swipe cut right through Cyborg’s shoulder, causing the metal man’s arm to fall off. He cringed in pain as his power started to drain in an attempt to keep him up and running. But he had no time to fight back, taking advantage of his opponent’s weakened state, Jason cut off his left leg, and even as the giant fell, he cut through his chest with a single bolt. Cyborg fell forward…but he was not dead…not yet…but barely alive either. All he could do was watch on as his friends we’re beaten without mercy.

Raven had found out the hard way that those pulse waves packed one hell of a punch. She was surprised that anyone could stay conscious after getting hit by one. But now she acted again, seeing her friend being cut down filled her with anger. Though she managed to keep it under some level of control, it was still clear in her eyes. Using the familiar magic words, she forced two streetlights from the ground and sent them hurdling towards Jason. The first came as a big surprise, he had not been expecting it of course. It sent him to the ground, but he was up as quick as he was down. He got ready to deal with the second assuming it would do the same, but instead of merely hitting him, it wrapped itself around him. He shot a glare at Raven and snarled.

“You *****!” he screamed. With all the strength he had, Jason broke the light in two “Your next!”

Hearing him say such things caused a mix of sadness and anger to rise up in her. To ear anyone say a thing like that to you was bad enough, but to hear someone who you had loved say it was shattering. But it did settle one thing, she no longer had any qualms with fighting this…monster. Jason raised his hand high in the air, ready to strike with another bolt, but a different bolt came into contact with him, a green one. Then suddenly he was body tackled through the wall of a building. This was a clear sign that Starfire was up and fighting again. As she pummelled him in the face amongst the rubble they had taken with them, he mocked her.

“So…” another hit “You’ve gotten up…” and another “Just to get beaten down again?” yet more blows to the face “I must applaud your bravery, but that alone cannot save you today…” before the next blow could hit, he grabbed the girls fist and kicked her off him. Now all the Titans that could still stand rushed in through the hole in the wall. Starfire lifted the piece of rubble on top of her and threw it to the side. It seemed he had managed to keep Cyborg down, but there were still four to go. He had to admit, he was surprised to see Robin up again, albeit in a lot of pain, and grasping his broken arm.

“Give it up…Jason…you…can’t win” the boy stuttered.

“Me?! There is not a scratch on me! Then look at you, all of you! You can barely stand yourself and your friends are not far behind. I would say I’ve already won…”

And indeed he would have said just that, had it not been for the fact he was knocked down by an unexpected participant here. It seemed Cyborg had clawed his way toward the fight and used the last of his power to bring Jason down, giving his friends time, time that they desperately needed. Though the boy was up again quickly, the Titans had taken the opportunity and used it for their gain. With his good arm, Robin sent a handful of explosives toward Jason. Starfire assisted with a barrage of green bolts, while Raven used her magic to fling pieces of rubble at Jason. Now it was the Titans who went on the attack. Jason was slammed against the wall behind him by the vicious beating he had just received. Usually after being sent to the ground, he would be up almost immediately after, but the Titans sought to keep him down. In the form of a Bull, Beast Boy charged into Jason’s side and knocked him to the ground once more. Now Starfire attacked, picking Jason from the ground she spun once and sent him crashing through another wall, leaving the boy to fall face first onto the street.

But it would take more than a few bumps and bruises to keep Jason down. Slowly he rose back to his feet, and as he turned, Robin mustered what strength he had left and tried lunging at the boy. However, it would not be so. Without even looking, Jason caught the Boy Wonder in mid air, grasping him tightly around the neck. He brought him eye level, a crooked smile clear on his face.

“You…won’t…get away…”

“Who said anything about running?”

With a swift head butt to the nose, another bone was broken in the Titan’s body. Blood streamed down his face and his body became limp. The usual persistence that Robin possessed had been shattered and the boy brought to his knees. The chance of him fending off this juggernaut was slim indeed. With Robin unconscious, Jason now only had three Titans to worry about. With renewed vigour he strode head long toward them, and they too toward him.

Starfire charged up two more bolts, ready to strike. Raven lifted two cars in preparation while Beast Boy changed into a Tyrannosaurus. This…now this was quite worrying. Jason gave the transformed Titan an inquisitive look. The giant stormed toward him with a deafening roar that seemed to shake the ground itself, though it was more likely to be the huge foot fall of this monster. The boy went to meet him, starting a full on sprint. As he came close enough, Jason rolled underneath him, and coming back to his feet he formed two blades and cut one gash into each of Beast Boy’s legs, who toppled over, unable to continue supporting his own weight. As he fell the young hero changed back into his normal form, yelping out in pain. Blood spilt out onto the floor as he grasped both legs tightly in a futile attempt to stop the bleeding.

And then there were two…both the girls stood ready to attack, but Jason seemed calm…relaxed…as if what he was doing was just part of everyday life. A silence fell over the scene, only broken by the faint crackling of fire and distant sound of sirens. Raven started speaking to her only friend left standing.

“Star, you have to stay calm,” she muttered “Don’t try and take him head on, he’ll slaughter you…” she could see that her alien friend was in great anger, both eyes and hands glowing a furious green.

But her advice didn’t seem to get through. With a loud cry of vengeance Starfire lunged forward, both arms stretched out to strike on impact. It was not to be so. As she got closer, Jason ducked underneath both arms and grabbed the girl’s face with his entire hand. Then, using a great amount of force, he slammed the alien into the ground, creating a crater at the impact area. But he was not done. He brought the girl up again, then slammed her head into the ground once more. Then another time, and another, until her face was so battered, so bruised it was hardly recognisable. He was only stopped by a car flung at him from afar. Jason quickly let go of Starfire and deflected the car with a rapidly formed shield. Now he had to deal with the more powerful Titan, yes…he had to be careful of this one.

With all his attention on Raven now, he tried staring her down with one of his infamous piercing glares, with the same cocky smile that could be expected of him.

“It doesn’t have to be like this Jason…I know that the boy I knew is still there somewhere…” her pleading amounted to nothing. A pulse wave of electricity was sent at her, giving her hardly any time to form a shield.

“This is the way it must be. This is the way it shall be. This is your end!”

With both hands, Jason began charging up the electricity between his hands. At the same time Raven began to chant the usual magic words, preparing more black force. The boy fired off a continuous stream of electricity, while the girl sent forth a stream of black magic. Both streams collided with such a mass force that the two controls of them were sent back two paces. Now each were locked in a deadly ranged battle. As the seconds went by the two applied more power and more still. But it would not hold. Raven’s concentration was slipping. Already she had used too much of her powers. Slowly but surely, she began to give way, and Jason started gaining ground. With each inch he gained, Jason would take a step forward. Soon enough Raven could no longer hold and was throw back by the mass of electricity. She hit the ground with a loud crack as her right leg was broken.

Now without a word, Jason charged up a bolt in his left hand and started to approach the fallen Titan, who squirmed on the floor helplessly. She had one more thing she could do though, try and make him remember.

“Jason…please…this isn’t you. I know you can remember, I just know it,” the boy continued to advance raising his hand in the air as he got closer “I know you can...you can remember me…” now he was right in front of her, towering high above “…How I loved you…” suddenly he cringed and his face began to twitch. His eyes became wide, and sweat started rolling down his forehead “I loved you, Jason Fields!”

The boy seemed to struggle with himself, he was remembering. Images started flashing through his head, images of the two of them together. His head pounded and his heart raced. Then he let out a cry to the heavens.

“Stop it!” Raven turn away and closed her eyes, thinking him to be bringing her death down upon her. She heard the sound of the bolt being let loose, but felt nothing. No pain, no shock…she was still alive.

Slowly Raven opened each eye and looked up. Jason stood over her, his left placed upon his stomach. Looking into the boy’s eyes she saw something different…yet…familiar. Jason looked down and moved his hand away revealing a gapping hole right through his stomach. If you were to look you’d be able to see right through the hole. Behind him lay scattered parts of what was once his body and organs. Blood spilt from the gap, an unstoppable flow of dark red, and he could not help but to spit some blood from his mouth. He now looked to Raven, who lay shocked in front of him.

“Rae…Raven…” suddenly he fell to his knees and would have hit the floor had the girl not caught him. He was now the helpless one, lying across Raven’s lap, barely able to breath.

“Please don’t die…everything is going to be alright…we…we can heal you…you’ll be alright. Don’t die Jason…”

“I…love…you…” with a smile he went on “I’ll…be seeing you…around…”

Raven returned the smile, but even as they looked deeply into each other’s eyes, Jason’s hands slipped away, and his body slumped. Raven shed a single tear, for Jason Fields, after al he had gone through, was dead.
 
Um-Wow. Jason pretty much took down the Titans with such a suave touch to it all that it made me chuckle in a maniacal glee. . .that's just me though. Great chapter, NI. Perfect chapter. There was a lot of action in it, and it was handled very well. In fact, the final moments of the chapter are probably going to stick with me for a while. The tragedy of those final moments, Jason finally dying after all the hell he has been put through. . .That was dark and sadistic, but absolutley brilliant writing wise. I actually didn't see this coming, and after all these months of knowing this character, it truly is sad to see this happen to him. . .of course, I couldn't have it any other way. I have no idea how this is all going to end up, but if this chapter is any indication, it will truly be memorable.
 
Well here it is...the end of the story...*sniff* ha...hang on *whimper* theres something...something in my eye. Bah! Yes, the end is here and what a curaazy rollercoaster ride it has been. Big thanks to Matt for all his help, much appreciated!

Also, a thanks to everyone who's read this, especially Deathy. The man who stuck with it all the way through. Thanks man, I do appreciate all feedback that I get.

So here it is...the end...I've posted up the last two together because they're amazingly short...



Chapter 39: A Send Away

The aftermath of the battle would scar the city for many months. People had gathered around once it was over, but only one gave any tears to the fallen hero. Few felt any sympathy for his passing. Few knew all the things he went through to try and keep them safe. The only ones who knew anything of him dragged themselves over to their friend, they were the only ones who would offer any comfort…

******

It hadn’t taken long to organise, just over a week. They choose night for the ceremony, so less people were likely to be there. However, they had not wished it to rain and certainly not as heavily as it did. Each one stood at a particular side of the grave. Slowly the coffin was lowered into the ground and the usual words were spoken out by the Priest.

After the coffin had disappeared into the darkness, the Titans bowed their heads in pray. It was true that few of them truly got along with Jason, but he could not be denied as a friend, be it in a small way.

Once all was done, the Titans started walking away, bar one. Raven slowly slumped to her knees by the side of the gravestone. Though she shed no tears this time, the sadness was plainly obvious on her face.

“Raven…” she looked up at Robin “Its time to go…”

Without a word she gave one last look to the grave, before standing to her feet and following the others…

As a last favour to the boy he was berried in the best place they could think. Now Jason Fields lay to rest, each parent at his side. Chris and Helen Fields were now reunited with their son.

******

The wind lashed violently, howling to the heavens, bring along with it a barrage of rain that gave no mercy to the ground below as it hammered into it. Not a soul stirred within the desolate and lonely graveyard, its occupants remained as silent as ever, all but one.

Not an hour had passed by and already something was amiss within this eerie place. A single grave gave off an unearthly blue glow, which pierced through the night…perhaps all were not as silent as first was thought…

******

Epilogue

In the graveyard was a single mound that overlooked all the graves. Atop this mound stood a lone figure, their long coat pulled tightly around them and hat perched firmly upon their head. Silently they watched on at the graves until one began to show a strange glow. The person reached into one of their pockets and pulled out a mobile phone. Flipping it open they began to speak in an old but firm sounding voice.

“Yes, every is going according to plan…Lets hope not…I don’t know where he is…Yes we’ll keep an eye out…Don’t worry, one way or another we shall be ready…I hope for all our sakes that it does…”

He closed the phone and placed it back into his pocket. The man gave one more look to the strange grave before turning away and disappearing into the night.

THE END​
 
NI said:
Also, a thanks to everyone who's read this, especially Deathy. The man who stuck with it all the way through. Thanks man, I do appreciate all feedback that I get.
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It was truly my pleasure, NI. This fan-fiction was dark, epic, and a piece of work in which I always anticipated the next chapter. This also marks the ending of one of the first fan-fictions that I read here at the WFWC. So it's somewhat bittersweet to say the least. . .

The final chapter and the Epilogue really hit that same note as the chapter that preceeded it. I like that Chapter 39 gave the detatched feeling from the Titans, first showing the public reaction and then the funeral with all the Titans there. There was a nice poetic symmetry to it that can be difficult to accomplish for a writer. It also gave us the feeling of absolute tragedy, right up until the grave started to glow a strange color, which gave back a little hope to an otherwise sad ending.

I think it's a little safe to assume that Jason is alive. . .So will there be a sequel? Also, I was right, though. The ending of this will stick with me. I just wonder what Raven will do now, and who the man was at Jason's grave? Although I think you've given me enough to chew on that I can guess who the man is. I hope to see more writing from you in the future, this was a very dark treat.
 
Well, I'm going to take some time out from writing for a while and catch up on all the Fics I've been missing. Things have been a bit busy for a while now, so I'll use the time I'd usually give to writing and put it up for reading instead. But yes, you can look forward to a sequel soon enough. Hope to see you there as well.

I'm thinking of re'writing somethings in this one also, because I've come up with things that could possibly make it better (I like think so anyway) So that may come around some time or another.
 
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