As you can see, I've changed some stuff.
Teen Titans? Not mine. Understand?
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A howl rang throughout the night.
A grin crossed the face of a goth girl as several vases shattered.
A creak came from a roof as a thief crept into a building, freeze-disc at the ready.
A metal man dropped his cargo with a loud thud.
A loud explosion as a ship landed and a girl was dropped.
What might have been the teen titans in a different life were now on the other side of their lives. They now were outcasts of society. One a thief, one a demon, one a monster, one a mindless robot, and one… one in exile.
This story is not only about the last one, but all the others as well, and how they came together.
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Starfire winced as she hit the ground. Her sister, Blackfire, called down cruelly to her.
"Thought you could push me out of my rightful place, dear sister? Well, you know the punishment for treachery… exile! You are a Tamaranian no longer. We will never speak your name again, and you will be forgotten as you live your life out on this miserable little planet. No one is here to save you. Good bye, Starfire. That was the last time your name will be spoken." She said this last bit with a sneer. The ship slowly hauled up its boarding ramp.
Starfire stared, dry-eyed, as she heard her sister chuckle. No. Blackfire was her sister no longer. She had no one to go to, that was true. She would be forgotten, and no one would help her. She didn't even know the language of this strange little planet.
She was alone, forever and always.
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The vases shattered far too easily for Raven. She wanted a challenge, something that wouldn't break or shatter in an instant. Bored, she lifted the shards and flung them at the concrete wall. They tinkled to the ground. She wished that she had a book, preferably something dark, with angst. But no! She couldn't even step inside a bookstore without someone flinging a cross at her! They seemed to think that she was evil, a demon, or a vampire. Of course she wasn't evil! They couldn't accept the fact that she was different. She wasn't scary!
That made her angry, of course. She whipped around and furiously, recklessly, smashed several crates together. She hadn't looked to see what was in them: fireworks, whiskey, and something flammable. The resulting explosion made her feel much better, even though it was far too bright. After critically watching the remains of the crates smolder for a bit, she decided to split the scene before someone came to investigate. She knew that someone would, and soon.
She lifted herself from the ground and swooped over the buildings surrounded in darkness below.
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A noise ripped the silence of the night. A box on the ground showed what had fallen. A man's shadow was illuminated in a doorway. He glared at the robot that had done the deed and began yelling at it, all the while knowing that this would do no good. The robot's mind was a blank slate, all memory and the ability to think having been erased long ago. Finally, he gave one last order and went back inside.
The robot automatically moved to retrieve the fallen box and stopped.
Thoughts rippled the surface of its mind. Cyborg, it thought with sudden clarity. It- no, he!- began to slowly turn on all of the functions that had disintegrated over the years. A red light started blinking in one of the eyes. He looked around, wondering how he could have gotten here. Dirt and grime streaked his blue circuits. Rusty metal creaked as joints that hadn't been oiled in years were moved. He heard and saw these things that had been ignored for so long. He blinked and reached up to touch his head. Something didn't feel right. He wasn't complete. He knew what it was. Metal was carefully ripped from certain parts of his body. At last, he was as he had been so long ago.
He didn't know what had caused him to start up again, but he was glad. One thing was certain: he knew that people hated him because there was nothing like him. The cruel man had only kept him because he did work.
He looked around one last time, then stumped off into the darkness.
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Robin grinned carelessly, swinging down to the floor. That creak had been a mistake on his part, but no one had noticed. He looked around and spotted what he had come for. On a stand surrounded by cameras was a priceless microchip. He laughed quietly to himself as he began the night's work. He flung his freeze-disks at the cameras and, once all they recorded was ice, leapt lightly onto the stand and snagged the chip, putting it into one of the many pockets on his outfit. He immediately slipped a twin of the chip onto the stand. This one, however, would blow up as soon as it was entered into any type of technology.
He carefully set the room temperature so that the ice would melt off of the cameras. They would think that the cameras had malfunctioned for a bit, and that was all.
He leapt out of the open trapdoor and chuckled as he headed into the darkness that was downtown Jump City.
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A beast leaped from roof to roof, occasionally letting a wild, savage howl tear from his throat. At times like these, he didn't know who he was, but he did know what he was, and what he was doing. They, those humans who despised him and feared him, called him the Beast Boy. He was only sixteen.
All he knew now, however, was that he was Himself, and he had just finished the Hunt.
The Hunt was vitally important to his survival. If he didn't undertake it, he might not survive in this harsh reality. But now he had finished, and could go back to the form that supported his body six days a week. He could, as a matter of fact, change whenever he pleased, but it tired him.
He found a nice, dark alley and sat in a corner. For some reason, he was always exhausted when returning to the original body. It also hurt; the feel of bones and muscles shifting beneath your skin isn't the most pleasant of feelings.
It happened. Bones ground together as they moved and shrank, fur was shed off onto the cold pavement, fangs and claws retracted into skin. He howled in agony, and it swiftly turned to a human scream. He collapsed and fell into blessed oblivion.