Teen Titans Fan Fiction The Redeemer

[No Idea]

Okay...anyway...I have the next chapter, its been edited, its ready. So here ya go!


Chapter 28: In between



I won’t bore you with the pointless babblings of Jason getting his old man a drink. Lets just say he got it and all were ‘happy’. Once he had gotten back the two had decided that it’d be best for him to leave his gloves in the apartment when going out. Looking at his hands, Jason found that both were almost completely covered with burn marks. Worrying, maybe. Did he care? Not really. But anyway, it was two days later now and things were ‘settling’.



Jason had also found his dad’s large array of empty Whisky bottles. He couldn’t look in one cupboard without finding at least two empty bottles. Now that was worrying. It was clear his dad had never recovered from what happened. Jason didn’t think to bring it up, in case it upset the old guy. But he had to ask one thing. He had to know…



“Could you take me to her?”



Chris seemed to instantly understand whom he was talking about, and with a weak smile he reached for his cane. Standing up, the man took in a deep breath.



“Sure. C’mon, follow me.”



Slowly Chris began to limp toward the door. It was apparent that the limp in his step came from his slightly disfigured right leg. What happened to it, Jason didn’t know. But whatever it was, it must have been pretty bad. Seeing the rain outside, Chris flung on his brown trench coat and Jason put a black hat on followed by his green jacket. The two walked out the door and started the short trip to the graveyard.



******



Down the street. Around the corner. This is where the old graveyard could be found. The mass amount of head stones loomed in the darkness. Great imposing statues of Angels kept guard. The heavy rainfall hammered down and caused the mud to soak. The creaking gates swayed slightly in the wind. It was through this gate, third row down the path, to the left and the fifth one across. This is where you would find the grave of Helen Fields. The head stone read:



Helen Fields

1967-1992
​

“A loving mother and wife.
​

May those who took her life be brought to justice by our Lord”
​

Jason fell to his knees in front of the head stone and hung his head. A single tear ran down his face and he let out a quiet whimper. The rain had covered his tear, but nothing could stop his father from hearing the whimper. Slowly he came to Jason side and placed his left hand on the boy’s shoulder.



“Who?”



“I think you already know.”



Jason clenched both his fists and forced back the tears of sorrow and rage.



“Slade…” slowly Jason rose to his feet “I’ll kill him.”



“You can’t go after him yet…you aren’t ready. We need to make plans…”



“We?”



“He took away my wife and son and he took your mother. I think we both have reason for revenge.”



Jason couldn’t argue with truth. I highly doubt there are many who can, and if they try they’re obviously a fool. After a few moments of silence the two walked back into the night. Like his dad had said…there was much to be done.



******



The next day came slowly. Jason hadn’t been able to catch one moment of sleep on his makeshift bed…the couch. Not because it was uncomfortable, but because he couldn’t get the anger out of his mind. Anyone would be the same in his position. Besides he never really was much of a sleeper. It was around 11:15am when he got up, and found that his dad was already awake and moving.



“I need you to go to the mall and buy me some things…”



“You want me to go to the mall? After yesterday? What happened to planning? And couldn’t I just go to the shop around the corner.”



“Yes. Yes. Later. And no…its just too damn expensive in there.”



“Fine…but this is the last time I do this. I’m not an errand boy.”



“I know that, but a man’s gotta eat, right?” he didn’t even wait for an answer “I need some bread, chicken and Whisky…make that two.”



Jason wonder why the guy couldn’t just go himself. Plain lazy. He didn’t much enjoy running around doing stupid little things like this. Biggest waste of time ever! And he hated the mall. Hated it. Besides, he was meant to be in hiding. How was he meant to hide in the middle of a massive crowd? With a heavy sigh, he put his jacket and aviators on, followed by his black hat. He stormed out of the apartment and slammed the door behind him.



******



“Shopping! I can’t believe he’s making me go shopping!”



Jason pushed his way through the crowd that seemed to always be present in malls. The mass amount of shops was just stupid. How was he meant to find anything in this place? Not only that, but seems as everyone in the damn place was looking for him, it made the situation very uncomfortable. How he hated it. So far Jason hadn’t been able to find any of the things his dad wanted. Thinking about it he should’ve just gone to the shop around the corner. It had taken him about an hour to walk to the damn place.



Couldn’t get any worse, right? Surely not. Surely there was nothing else that could make this trip any worse…oh wait…yes there was…and there they were. But to be honest he had no idea why Raven was there. Jason looked around quickly. He had to hide. Nowhere, nothing. The crowd was taking him with them and Raven was getting closer. She looked right at him and gave him an inquisitive look. All though it couldn’t be seen his eyes widened. He saw Raven mouth his name then look at him in surprise.



“Oh…crap…” Jason quickly push people to the side did an about turn and bolted for the nearest exit. But Raven being able to fly, he couldn’t lose her. But he could still try and out run her.



The nearest door was a fire exit that led to an alley behind the mall. Jason pushed his way through the wave of people and burst out into the open. Finally he could breath again. But his run was stopped as black energy in the form of a bird jumped out in front of him. Raven appeared where the bird had once been. However, to Jason’s immediate surprise, she didn’t seem to be there to fight him. Rather she looked concerned.



“Jason? Why do you…?”



“Look different? Its called having an entire city after you.”



Jason took his glasses of and removed the hat.



“So what are you waiting for? Aren’t you going to cart me away? Lock me up?”



“No…Jason…you’re not a criminal. I know that…the others will see that too…just…”



“Give them time? They won’t see it, ever, no matter how much time you give them. Now although it’s been nice seeing you again, I have to go…”



“Wait. Jason. I…I…”



“So do I, but with your friends setting their minds to take me down, I don’t really see how it would work.”



Raven hung her head and turned away from Jason slightly. But he simply smiled. Placing his hand under her chin, he turned Raven’s head toward him and before anything else could be said he kissed her lightly.



“Take care Raven, and if you ever need to find me,” he pointed to his head and smiled “Feel free.”



With one last smile he gently brushed past her and disappeared around the corner. For a few moments Raven stood still, a mix of shock and happiness spread across her face. But remembering who she was, the girl quickly pushed emotions to the side and flung her hood back up. Now she just had to find Starfire, who had managed to drag her down here.



Raven teleported back into the mall, receiving some disturbed looks from passers by. As soon as she was in, Starfire leapt at her.



“Friend! Where have you been!?”



“Don’t worry…lets just get back to the Tower…”

 

[JAG]

“Slade…” slowly Jason rose to his feet “I’ll kill him.”

Slade's in trouble....but then again, he's Slade. So maybe Jason's in trouble. Either way, this should be interesting. (And violent! )

 

[Death58]

Yeah, Jason is going to beat the crap out of Slade when he gets a hold of him. . .I just have to say, though, very nice moment with Raven and Jason. When she appeared back in the mall, though, I just had to laugh at how it would be from the people just standing there to see a girl just appear. Disturbed looks wouldn't even begin to cover what I would say or think at that. . .Anyways, nice chapter in general(the part where Jason went to his mother's grave was a definitely highlight of your awesome writing skills)! Now, bring us another step closer to Jason going after Slade. . .Please.

 

[No Idea]

Heres the next chapter for you all. I actually like this, because its the start of the part at which everything becomes..."interesting"




Chapter 29: Take it away


Jason hadn’t returned for a while now, but Chris had no reason to worry. He knew his son was more than capable at looking after himself. It was 6pm now, six hours and forty five minutes since Jason had left for the shops. Chris stood over the sink with bottle in hand. The man took a large swig from the bottle before placing it down. He began to run the cold tap. Forming a cup with his hands he splashed water onto his face, sending a chill through his body.

Suddenly he heard the door burst open. Chris jumped back slightly. He picked up his walking stick and turned about.

“Fu*king hell Jason! Take it easy,” he stood still for a few seconds but no answer came, only the sound of nearing footsteps “Jason?”

Chris hurriedly opened a draw next to him and from within it pulled out a M58 Magnum. He quickly brought it up to aim at the kitchen entrance. His heart began to race faster and faster as the foot steps came closer and closer. He couldn’t see into the other room, as the only lights on were the kitchen ones and as usual the thick curtains were blocking out any light. Then an all too familiar voice…

“Ah Chris,” out from the shadows a tall masked man stepped forth “It has been too long.”

Chris’ eyes widened and he went to fire the gun, but the man darted forward with inhuman speed. Chris was slammed against the counter and lost grip of the gun. The man let fall to the ground. He kicked the gun away and loomed over Chris.

“How is that old leg of yours? I do hope I didn’t hurt it too badly,” he said with a mocking tone. With a sudden flash of anger, Chris grabbed his walking stick and hit the man’s legs from underneath him. Quickly he dived over to the gun, turned around and let off a single bullet into his assailant’s shoulder.

Of course this initial attack caught him off guard, but the man was soon back on form. He pulled out a metal staff and slammed it down on Chris’ hand, making him drop the gun once more and pin down his hand. This was followed by a sturdy foot to the neck. He kept it there and began to choke Chris.

Chris flailed around wildly, and for a moment it looked as if he was done for. But his senseless attacks managed to catch the man’s other leg and send him stumbling backwards into the cupboards. Chris coughed violently, but steadily made his way back onto his feet and with a wheezy voice began to talk.

“Its…time for you to die…Slade,” he spluttered “Time…for my revenge…”

“Oh, I would beg to differ,” Slade gave him a mocking smile. Chris heard a sudden movement behind him. Turning around, he saw a strange ‘man’ standing behind him. He wore a mask and uniform much like Slade’s, but before he could do anything a laser shot pierced through his chest. Chris coughed up some blood and gave out a loud exhale. Slowly he fell to his knee’s. He was still alive but not for long. The last thing he heard was Slade’s mocking voice.

“Be sure to say hello to Helen for me. Oh and don’t worry about Jason…I’ll be sure to take good care of him.”

With that said he fell to the ground and all turned to dark. Chris Fields…was dead. Slade turned t the robot that had shot Chris.

“Search the whole apartment. They’re here somewhere I know it.”


******

It had been a long time since he had just…walked around. True it had been hard to do so as of late, but with his little disguise on, he should be alright. The sun still shone brightly and all were happy. Jason had been walking around for many hours now, though it had only seemed like few. He decided it was best if he headed back. Jason turned down the nearest alley, a shortcut if you will. But it became apparent that not all were happy in Jump City today.

“Just give me all your money punk and I won’t have to kill ya!”

Couldn’t he ever get a break. Slowly he came to the corner and looked around it. A large brute of a man was holding a particularly scrawny teenager against the wall. The man looked to be in his late twenties, had no hair, bad teeth, a worse face and ragged clothes. He held his clenched fist in the air threateningly. The boy had very little blonde hair and quite a few spots across his face.

“P-Please…let…let me go…I-I don’t have any money! Please.”

“Well then I’m just gonna have to kill ya now ain’t I?”

“You…You won’t get away with this! The Titans will get you!”

“Ha! They couldn’t catch me. Freaks the lot of ‘em! They don’t scare me!”

It was now that Jason decided to step in.

“They aren’t the ones you should be scared of.”

The two people quickly snapped their heads in the direction of the voice. With a cocky smile on his face, Jason looked at the man with his arms folded.

“Put the kid down, then do yourself a favour and give up.”

The man threw the boy to the other side of the alley and sneered at the would-be hero. The man was a giant, standing at six foot five. True he had beaten bigger guys who had a cybernetic body…but then again he had his gloves of then.

“You think you can take me? Ha! Your just some punk kid like him!”

Slowly Jason took off his glasses and placed them in his jacket. He also took of his hat and threw it to the side.

“But see…unlike you and him…I’m a major criminal who’s being hunted by the whole city. Now are you going to give up? Or am I going to have to kick your ass?”

The guy had seemingly had enough of Jason’s idle chatting as he let out a loud roar and started charging at the young ‘hero’. Sure he was huge, but man he was slow. Jason stepped to the side and sent his fist into the man’s gut. Wasting no time, he jumped up and elbowed the man in the back. Looking to the side he picked up a metal pipe and spun it around while walking about the mugger, who was laid out on the floor.

“And unlike the Titans…I don’t arrest criminals,” he gave the man a dark smile as he turned onto his back. Jason brought his face closer and began to whisper “I kill them.”

With that he raised the pipe into the air. The man let out one last yell as the pipe pierced through his head and came out the other side. The pipe stuck in his forehead, and his eyes glazed over. With his work done Jason slowly stood up straight and put his glasses back on, followed by his hat.

“Y-You’re the Redeemer…aren’t you?”

Slowly Jason turned around and looked at the boy, but gave him no answer.

“Yeah…I guess I am…” he gave the boy a quick smile “Take care kid.”

With that he turned and disappeared down the alley. The kid was left standing completely still, a look of shock on his face.


******

Jason had made his way back to the apartment block. Surprisingly, the day hadn’t been too bad. Got to get out of the apartment, got to see Raven again and got to beat the crap out of some thug. What more could you want? But as we know, not all was well. Slowly the door to his dad’s apartment came into view, but…it was wide open. Jason quickened his pace.

Coming to the door he saw that it had been forced open. He quickly darted into the apartment without thinking. It was a mess. Everything was turned up, cushions were strewn across the floor as were other assorted things.

“Dad!?” Jason started looking around worriedly “DAD!?”

Jason burst into the kitchen and stopped dead in his tracks. The boy fell to his knees without even giving thought to it. Slowly he reached out to his dad and turned him over. There was nothing he could do to hold back the tears. His dad lay dead on the floor, his eyes still wide open. A puddle of blood was spilt across the floor.

“No…no…wake up!” he grasped his dad’s body to his own tightly and hung over it limply “Y-You can’t be dead…no! Wake up! Please! Don’t leave me!” by this time tears were streaming down his face and his voice was now but a whimper “Why…”

Slowly Jason lifted his head. An object caught his attention. A small piece of metal was on the floor. The only significance this held was…it was in the shape of an ‘S’. Jason held his father’s body tighter and now his tears of sorrow turned to rage.

“Slade…” he took in a deep breath “I’LL KILL YOU! YOU FU*KING BASTARD!”

Jason’s head fell back down limply and he looked at his father once again. Slowly he brought his hand round to his father’s face and closed his eyes. Jason was almost covered in blood but he didn’t care. He would have seen his father buried properly if the situation was different, but much to his annoyance and anger, his father’s body would have to remain in the apartment.

Slowly Jason let go and stood up. Looking to the side he saw many pieces of blue paper on the floor. Pickings them up, he shuffled them together and looked at the top one. From what he could tell they were the blue prints to an office block. He knew exactly what they were. Slade’s hideout…

He rolled the papers up and took in a deep breath. Whipping away the tears, he looked to his father once more.

“I’ll get him. If it’s the last thing I do…I’ll kill him!”

And indeed he planned to. First though he would need his…his gloves! Jason quickly darted to the cupboard in which he had left them. He flung open the cupboard and another blow was delivered to him on this day…

“They’re…they’re gone…”

 

[JAG]

I've said it before, and I'll say it again: Slade is sick. Cool.

I liked the part with the mugger, too.

“And unlike the Titans…I don’t arrest criminals,” he gave the man a dark smile as he turned onto his back. Jason brought his face closer and began to whisper “I kill them.”

Poor guy.

 

[DeathscytheVII]

Alas, poor jason, losing his dad just as he met him. Nothing's easy for that guy eh. I do look forward to seeing Jason fight Slade, but then again, without his gloves, i do wonder how he is going to do it =/

And an interesting thing i noticed about Raven, a lot of fics i've read, it seems like she's more open to new people on the team after the Terra incident. Just an observation i've had in many fics.

Keep em coming though

 

[RavenofAzerath~]

HA!! chris is dead chris is dead!!*continues singing three words*

and now, he has to run from the titans, trusting Raven wont blow his cover, and hunt down the sob...

what an idiot...it would be much simpler if you r eminies werent even on the same planet and fighting an interstellar war....*sigh* poor, poor, idiot Jason...ah well, he'll learn in time.


~Sano

 

[Death58]

Can Jason even get a slight break from his problems? Seriously, it seems that his entire life is filled with one tragedy or another, and Slade kills his father. I believe this is going to send him one extra leap off the edge of sanity, but how much is he really going to do without his gloves? Still, Robin had better hope that he doesn't get in the way of Jason's revenge. . .It could wind up very badly for the boy wonder, because lets face it, Jason can still kick major ass without the gloves. With the twist of Jason's father dieing, you have me enthralled as to what is going to happen next? So. . .get to the next chapter soon!

 

[No Idea]

Well everythings gone through some major changes. Quaint. Anyway, on with the show. I have here what you call the next chapter...so do I actually. It was longer and moved the story on more, but I felt the need to go into more depth on this part, so I've divided it into different chapters that should explain and hint at things. (thats right, I can hint too)



Chapter 30: Help Needed



The idea of just leaving his father’s body there was a gruesome one indeed, but what else was there to do? He couldn't carry his body out in broad daylight. Jason decided to lay him on his bed and leave him be. Carefully he picked up his father’s body and took it into the bedroom. Slowly he lowered the body onto the bed.

Jason stood completely still for a few seconds before turning to leave. However, a picture situated atop the drawer attracted his attention. Jason reached out and picked it up. Bringing it closer he could see three people in it. One was a young man, obviously his father, but much healthier and happier. Next to him was a young woman, with long silky black hair, a set of gleaming grey eyes and a fair face. In between them was a boy. He only looked to be around three. His face was fresh and happy, his hair short and his grey eyes had an innocent look about them.

It took no genius to figure out that the picture was him with both his mother and father. A smile came to Jason’s face and tears formed, but he held them back. Slipping the picture into his pocket, he turned and left the room.

Coming back to the front room he picked up a back-pack from near the door and rushed into the kitchen. Jason began to scavenge any food he could. Half a loaf of bread, two packs of crisps and a half eaten biscuit were all he could find. But what some may find surprising is the fact he took two full bottles of Whisky as well. Who could blame him?

There was one last thing he needed. Reaching down to the floor he picked up his father’s M58 and put it in his other pocket. The boy had already stuffed the blue prints in the pack. He wasn’t entirely sure where his dad had gotten them from, all that was important is that he had. Now with his hat on and enough provisions to get him through a few weeks, Jason was ready…to…go…Go where?

That was one very important thing he had overlooked. Where could he go? Titans Tower? Yeah, right, like that’d work. Andy’s garage? Too close to the Titans. Then it hit him. It was quite obvious really. Jason dug into his trouser pocket and produced a key and a phone. He would use the warehouse…

******

Around twenty minutes into his little venture, Jason found himself coming across a familiar scene. Why he had been there earlier that day…and helped some kid. Apparently the boy hadn’t bothered telling anyone as the brute still lay dead on the ground, with pole still jammed in place. With a little smile Jason placed his foot on the man’s chest and yanked out the pole. It seemed like a useful weapon, and he would need all the weapons he could get now…



All in all, it had taken around an hour in all for Jason to reach his destination. It didn’t matter that it was one of the most unwelcoming places he could go to, because it was the only place he could go to. Checking his surroundings Jason slowly took a few more paces toward the door. He quickly opened it, before instantly closing and locking it as soon as he was inside.

Turning into the darkness, he could tell nothing had changed what so ever. With a heavy sigh, Jason yanked out a small flashlight from his trouser pocket. Scanning over what he could with the weak light, he eventually came across the set up he had used last time. Both the torch and crate had been left exactly how he had put them, the bucket also stood in it’s place. Jason picked up the large torch and brought it to life once again.

Slowly he set both lights down and sat on the bucket. The boy swung his bag round and pulled out the blue prints. Setting them out on the table, he scanned across them once. The building was pretty big. About five up, and pretty wide. I was obvious that it would be heavily guarded…he was going to need to get some help…

Jason pulled out his phone and dialed a very familiar number…

“Johnson…”

******

Three loud rhythmic knocks sounded through the warehouse. Slowly Jason went over to the door and opened it slightly. Rob stood in the rain looking tired and cold. For some reason he seemed to look older as well, as if he had aged quickly. Jason opened the door for him to come in and quickly closed it as soon as Rob had done so.

“Took your time.”

Rob ruffled his coat and shook off the rain.

“It’s kind of hard to get hold of something like this. Why are you back here anyway? Where’s your dad?”

“Dead…” Jason brushed past him and returned to the crate. Rob was a bit taken back by that comment.

“I-I…Jason…I…I’m really sorry.”

“It was Slade.”

“That explains most things…but why do you need this,” Johnson revealed an object wrapped in some tattered brown cloth.

“He took my gloves…”

Johnson fell deadly silent and his hands dropped to his sides. He stepped over to Jason and placed the object on the crate. The man brought himself to eye level with Jason.

“Are you feeling okay? No…cuts or anything? Burns?”

“No…” Jason gave the man a questioning look “I’m fine…why?”

“Listen. You have to get those gloves back. I don’t know how long you’ve got, but if you don’t get them soon…well…things will turn nasty for you.”

Jason didn’t give him a reply and just stared at him blankly. With a deep breath Rob stood up straight and took a few steps back. The boy finally snapped out of it and looked down at the object Johnson had given him.

“I owe you one…” Jason muttered to him.

The man started walking toward the door. Before leaving, he looked at Jason and spoke under his breath.

“You have no idea how much I’ll owe you…” With that he left.

 

[JAG]

What did Johnson give Jason? Some new weapon? We'll find out shortly, I assume....

 

[No Idea]

Yeah its a weapon...not saying what yet though. Lets just say its the best thing he can get at this moment in time


~Mr. Bad Boy~

 

[DeathscytheVII]

The best thing he can have at the moment. I'm tempted to guess but meh, i'll find out . And Johnson wins the prize for the longest surviving character who's been in contact with Jason of course...we'll see how long that title holds.

 

[Death58]

Things just simply go down hill for Jason at every single turn. . .and it looks like he is planning an insurgence on Slade's tower. Of course this is merely a guess from the blue prints that he had. . .either that or Titans Tower, but I doubt that. Nice chapter once again, and as DSVII said, Rob is still alive. . .and I'm wondering what he meant by, "You have no idea how much I'll owe you. . ." Keep the twists coming. . .

 

[No Idea]

I hope you weren't expecting a big super machine gun or something...because you'd be very dissapointed He doesn't exactly have access to that kind of fire power. But yeah, I can hint at things as well...with the hinting and the nudging and the winking. Yeah...Rob. Who knows what he's gone do?!

But anyway. I've got the next chapter here. Everything is coming together quite nicely now, if I do say so myself

Hope you enjoy it.




Chapter 31: Best laid Plans



Alone, in the dim light of a torch, a boy sat. His back hunched over, his head put low. The brown dye had all but worn away, only patches of it clinging on. The boy was only just about able to keep his eyes open, and only by the slightest. He rested his head on one hand while using the other to mark things out on a large blue print of a building. A half empty Whiskey bottle had been placed not far from him…



It had been two days now since Jason had arrived back in the warehouse. He had not slept since. He couldn’t. Not after everything that had happened, not while he had plans to form. But he was a bit short on creativity at the moment. The building wasn’t too big, but he was sure there’d be lots of guards…and not just ordinary guards. Robot guards, and he wasn’t equipped well enough to fight robots. He would have to scoop out the place…



Slowly he rose to his feet and stumbled backwards, nearly falling over. Jason grabbed the bottle of Whiskey and stuffed it into his jacket pocket. He also picked up his newly acquired weapon, which he secured in the back of his trousers. His father’s M58 was in the other pocket of his jacket.



Lastly, Jason picked up the metal pole and with some rope, tied it to his back. He headed toward the door with a stagger in his step. Upon getting outside, he found it to be a rainy night and with a sneer, flung up the hood of his jacket and headed on his way.



******



Crow Street. Compared to some cities, Jump wasn’t very old, and yet it already had a whole block that was closed down. No-one’s sure why, it just was. Now all the buildings are boarded up and the only people seen there are usually homeless. Jason walked silently down the street, his footsteps only covered by the sound of the heavy rain crashing to the ground. He wasn’t sure how long he had been walking, twenty maybe thirty minutes. The streets were dark, only brightened by what few lamps were working.



The roads were cracked and the pavements almost engulfed by rubbish, dirt and debris. The place had obviously fallen out of the local authorities view. The whole block was probably full of murders, rapists and thugs. It was as if a part of Side-Town had been put into Jump City.



After about ten more minutes of walking through the dismal place, Jason came to the building he was looking for. It was five stories tall and wide, just as the blue prints showed. From where he was situated there were no guards in sight, but a security camera which was operational. This was a give away to the fact that someone was still using the building.



The building just to the left was only three stories high, but it was the tallest building from which he could get a good view from. As quickly as he could, Jason stumbled toward the fire steps and made his way to the roof. He felt slightly dizzy as he climbed higher, and he had to hold the railings tightly just to keep balanced. Once at the top, the boy almost collapsed, but managed to catch himself on the small wall running around the roof.



Jason rubbed his head and took in a deep breath. Looking across into the other building, he could see slight signs of movement and what looked like…red glowing eyes…lots of them as well. Worryingly enough…they were staring directly at him. Before he even managed to utter the words “Oh ****” robots leapt through the glass. Ten strange looking robots, with an orange and black uniform came leaping toward him. As they soared through the air, Jason pulled out the M58 and started letting off as many rounds as he could. The six bullets managed to only take down two of the advancing ten.



The others seemed to continue un-phased, even though the wild firing had managed to get some of them on a glancing blow. Taking quick action, Jason decided it best to turn tail and run. And so, just as the robots were about to land he sped toward the fire steps and made a mad dash downward. The robots were not slow to pursue and jumped down to the ground, just as Jason managed to reach it.



He was planning on saving the ammo, but the time called for some good fire power. From the back of his trousers Jason pulled out a Desert Eagle .50 cal auto pistol. To make it easy we’ll call it the DE50. The boy turned about and with one pull of the trigger let off three bullets into a robot. His aiming was a bit off due to…drinking a bit much, but he managed to bring the robot down. He stumbled backwards while continuing to wildly fire burst after burst into the on coming robots. But they didn’t stop. Even after using a whole clip, there were still three remaining.



With all else spent, Jason brought forward his pole. Looking at it, then back at the robots, he gave a distressed look. He didn’t stand a chance. The boy made an attempt to run, but a robot leapt on him and tackled him to the ground. The bottle of Whiskey in his pocket shattered when the robot made contact and shards of glass dug into his gut. Jason let out a small yelp of pain as he was sent crashing to the ground. Normally his recovery would have been quick, but now it was slow and clumsy.



Upon getting to his feet, Jason was immediately set upon by the two other robots. One punched him in the face, while the other went low and sent a kick to the boy’s gut. The sheer force sent him sprawling into the nearby wall. The other came at him again, but before it could hit, Jason ducked underneath, grabbed it’s head and smashed it against the wall as hard and quick as he could. But even with its face in pieces, the robot went on, throwing Jason off it turned around and advanced along with the other two.



The boy scrambled backwards with his hands and picked up the metal pole. His footing was shaky and his form weak. Now Jason wished he hadn’t drunk the Whiskey. With all the speed he could summon, the boy dodged to the side and coming up behind the robot to the left, he pierced it with the metal pole. Though this managed to disable the robot, it unfortunately left his only weapon jammed in the robot’s abdomen.

There was nothing left to do now. The remaining two pulled out their guns and took aim. It seemed, however, that just before they shot, a voice sounded over their communicators. It was not clear to Jason, but he knew there was only one person it could be…



“Let him go. He is of little threat now…”



The two robots lowered their weapons and disappeared into the shadows. With a splutter and a cough, Jason slumped to his knees. He struggled to remain conscious, but managed to do so enough for him to rise back to his feet. Holding his gut wound, Jason made the slow and steady return to the warehouse.



******



Two hours had gone by and Jason finally managed to drag his sorry self back to the warehouse, just before dawn broke. Falling through the door, he stumbled inside and supported himself on the wall. He had lost quite a bit of blood. Taking in a deep breath, he got to his feet once more and managed to reach the crate on which his torch was situated. Falling next to it, he grabbed the torch and set it at his side.



Slowly he removed both his jacket and shirt. Jagged pieces of glass protruded from his gut. Carefully he began to pick them out. One by one, piece by piece, they were removed, each yank as painful as the last. Blood ran down and stained his trousers. Once all were out he rose to his feet, a look of anguish spread across his face. Looking around him, he began to search for something which he could use as a bandage.



Not far from him was an old and dirty looking cloth. It was quite large, as it covered three crates. Jason staggered over and with his left arm, yanked it off the crates. With what strength he had, the boy ripped off a part of the cloth for which he could use as a bandage. As quick as he could, Jason wrapped it tightly around his gut and with a loud exhale, he dragged himself and the cloth back to his crate. With the last bit of energy had, Jason put his white shirt back on.



Exhausted, he collapsed on the floor. For reasons he didn’t know, the boy began to cough uncontrollably and his left arm began to hurt. He drew the cloth over him and eventually fell into a restless sleep.



******



Images…that’s all they could be described as. Specs of what parts of his life he could remember flashed through his head. No connections, little relevance to one another…apart from one thing. In each he was receiving some form of damage or pain. Of course then he had his gloves on, so these attacks did little. But now they seemed so painful. As each image went through his head, a shock of pain surged through his body.



The finale image was of him falling many hundreds of feet to the ground. Just as he collided with the ground, he awoke…



******



With a scream of distress and pain, Jason shot up from his sleep. An indescribable pain went through his left arm. Throwing the cloth off him, the boy looked to his left arm. The once white sleeve of his shirt was now soaked in blood. He ripped it off to reveal a large gash going from his shoulder to his elbow. With a look of horror, Jason quickly picked up the sleeve he had just ripped off and wrapped it tightly around his arm. Obviously this wasn’t enough and so using the cloth, he bandaged the rest of the wound.



The pain was still awfully apparent and there was nothing he could do about it. Cringing he struggled to his feet. There was little he could do about his arm, but there were plans to be made. With a loud wheezy cough, he looked down at the blue prints. Suddenly he began to fell dizzy and a sharp headache shot through his entire head. Jason clenched his head with his right arm and gave out a scream of pain.



“What the…hell…is happening…to me…”



These were the only words he could utter before falling to the ground, in a pitiful heap.



******



Days she had spent. Searching. Looking for any trace of his mind. But for it all she could find nothing. And she had all but lost hope of finding him. However, she would not give in, not just yet. Preparing once more, the girl began to chant those familiar words…



“Azereoth…Metreon…Zinthos,” a large bird like spirit leapt out from her body and sped off.



Raven did not find the boy whom she was in search of, but someone who may help. Someone who could take her to him. Her eyes flashed open and quietly she whispered a name to herself.



“Johnson…”



With that, she formed a black energy around herself and was gone.


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If you're wondering what the gun looks like, think Robocop's gun

 

[JAG]

Jason losing to ten Sladebots? Even if he is drunk, that's still pretty sad. Why did his arm split open like that? Is he dying? Is he turning into some kind of monster? Did something attack him while he was asleep? Or are all of those wrong?

And as for the end: Something tells me that Johnson's in trouble.

 

[No Idea]

Well yeah...drunk and under strength/ under armed for such a situation. If I was him, I'd be happy with managing to kill eight of them


Also one of them is right...I'm just not gonna say which.



~Mr. Bad Boy~

 

[Death58]

Robocop's gun? That's actually really cool, considering that I too am a massive fan of Robocop. . .Now, if only Jason had the ability to open up a compartment in his leg and put the gun in, it would be absolutely perfect!j/k Yes, once again you provided us with another chapter that puts Jason even more in trouble than before! Although I find it interesting that Slade didn't even kill Jason although he had the chance. . .I mean Jason was drunk and really hurting, and he was ripe for the killing. Also, you're hinting at the effects of Jason missing his gloves, I think. Well, I'm loving this, I just can't wait to see what happens next.

 

[DeathscytheVII]

Nonsense Death, It's always Slade's style to leave his opponents alive. At least, long enough to know who they lost to. Besides, the kid was drunk, not even Slade is that low he does have his own code of honor of course. Meshed in with a warped morality but that's another matter

And Robocop = Teh Shizzle I'm a huge fan of the movies, hehe, awesomeness!

 

[Death58]

Nonsense Death, It's always Slade's style to leave his opponents alive. At least, long enough to know who they lost to. Besides, the kid was drunk, not even Slade is that low he does have his own code of honor of course. Meshed in with a warped morality but that's another matter

Okay. . .Now that I think about it, you're correct. . .and yes Slade does have some ethics(even if they're few). When I wrote my review, I hope I didn't come across as saying that Slade was out of character, far from it. NI's done a fantastic job of keeping everyone in character, I was just merely saying that Slade probably should have killed Jason for his own sake. Once Jason gets everything back together again(hopefully)Slade is in for a nasty surprise. Although with the massive cut appearing on his shoulder to his elbow, I think it's going to get even worse for Jason.

 

[No Idea]

Slade probably should have killed Jason for his own sake.

But then my dear friend you must consider the fact that...Slade always has a nasty plan ready and waiting to kick into action
~Mr. Bad Boy~