Um.. this is my first fanfic on here, so if the format isn't right, don't come after me with torches and pitchforks, 'kay? Also:
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans, but I do own Teen Titans the first season on DVD, so ppl who do own Teen Titans please don't come after me with torches and pitchforks.
Side note: Yes, I am paranoid about being hunted down with torches and pitchforks. "I blame child stars." (quote from my older brother, so don't use it, or he'll come after me with a torch and a pitchfork.)
"You've got a new assignment," growled an all-too-familiar voice. The girl, Analysha, looked up, her face filled with apprehension.
"I do?"
"Yes. Now get ready." The man who had gained all of her hatred and fear turned and left. The door to her tiny room –actually a jail cell dug out in the cave where they lived- closed. She quickly got up from her bizarre position on the ground and slipped off her loosely fitting T-shirt and jeans. She didn't care if the man was watching; she had gotten used to his presence in the eleven years since- she froze and her eyes clouded, memories of that night rushing into her mind, an uncontrollable well of emotion bursting. She hastily shook her thoughts away, allowing her new task occupy her mind.
She slipped on her tightly fitting dark purple T-shirt, shivering slightly as a night breeze found its way into her room. She adjusted the way it sat on her body, pulling up on her sleeve to ensure her tattoo's visibility. Then she tugged on her black jeans, also rather tight, again ensuring that her tattoos were visible. She pulled on her black gloves –the ones with no fingers- that were slightly stained with blood. She clipped on her belt, arming herself with the tools necessary for her trade –assassin. Killer for hire. She put on her other holsters for her weapons; they covered much of her body.
She stepped out of her room and stood perfectly still, heels together, arms at her sides; ready for inspection.
"Ah, my little assassin," said the man. "Looks like you're dressed to kill." He laughed at his own joke, then continued. "Your new assignment should be a challenge. I hear he's good at martial arts." He paused, watching for any change in her facial expression. There was none. She kept her head level; her gaze was focused directly ahead. She knew that any facial change would be taken as weakness; weakness would be sure to bring a beating. She had enough bruises and scars; she didn't need more.
He reached out his hand and brushed some of her hair out of her face. Her entire body tensed at the man's touch; memories flooding back for the second time that day. "He also has a belt," his hand brushed her own belt, "filled with various weapons, none of which are standard."
"He will be no trouble, sir."
"Good. I should hope not, seeing as he's only fifteen." That did it. Her cool, indifferent look vanished; her voice faltered. She looked up at him. He towered over her by at least five inches; but, then, he was six foot three.
"A fif-fifteen-year-old, sir? I'm going to kill a child?"
"Isn't that what I just said?" he asked nonchalantly. She could see his fists clench; she was going to get that beating after all.
Halfway across Gotham, another teenage girl was getting ready for the day. Her day was shaping up to be normal so far… she glanced at the computer monitor in the Batcave. It showed a beeping red dot. Analysha was on the move again. So much for normal. She quickly pulled on her costume, putting on her mask, belt and gloves, ready for combat.
"Now if I can only get out of the house without mom or dad seeing…" she murmured, sneaking through the halls of the huge Wayne mansion. She made it all the way to the back door before he caught her.
"Serinoya, where do you think you're going?" She ran her fingers through her long black hair.
"To fight the forces of evil?" she tried.
"Analysha?" She nodded. "Fine. I just wish you'd tell me before you left."
"Promise I'll call if I need help. Bye, NW!" She darted out the door without another word.
"Titans, go!" exclaimed Robin, lunging at Cinderblock. The villain reached out and grasped his foot in mid-kick, killing Robin's inertia and leaving him hanging upside-down. Robin reached up and tried to free his leg from his opponent's grip, but was unsuccessful. Starfire threw a starbolt that caught Cinderblock in the face, and he raised his arm in an attempt to block it, in the process dropping Robin onto his back. Robin scrambled to his feet, ready to attack again. Beast Boy, in pterodactyl form, carried Cyborg to a position from which he could attack. Raven hurtled steel braces at Cinderblock, wrapping them around his upper body and pinning his arms to his sides.
A girl looked on from a concealed location, not twenty feet away. She smiled. The Teen Titans were very formidable foes, making up for what they lacked in skill and accuracy with their amazing ability to work together. They had almost taken down Cinderblock in the… she glanced at the small digital clock built into her armor… ten minutes they had been fighting him. She pulled back her bow, already strung with an arrow. She had to act fast if she wanted to catch him before the chaos of the fight dissipated. As soon as her victim moved a few inches to the left… now!
She released the string, letting the arrow fly just as someone gave her a shove. The bow was knocked fractionally off course, and instead of her shot catching her victim in the desired location –the center of his back- it harmlessly grazed his shoulder, its only effects being a scratch and blown cover. Her would-be victim –Robin- spun, following the arrow's trajectory back to her hiding place. She, too, turned, trying to catch sight of who had spoiled her perfect shot. A look of surprise flickered momentarily across her face, and then disappeared, her dark green eyes narrowing.
"You." For a split second, she locked eyes with someone all too familiar. Her pointed ears twitched, picking up the sound of three sets of footsteps –Robin, Cyborg and Beast Boy- as well as the disturbed air currents that meant two were also approaching by air –Starfire and Raven. She dropped to her knees, in the same move tossing her bow at Robin's defender. The startled individual caught the bow with both hands. From there the girl rolled out of sight, ready to attack Robin from behind as soon as he drew close enough. When the Titans arrived, they would misevaluate the situation, giving her time to hit her missed victim.
As she had guessed, the Titans arrived seconds later, and immediately mistook Robin's defender as his attacker. Of course, the fact that she was clutching the weapon used didn't help her case much. The conversation went something like this:
"Why did you attack him?" demanded Starfire.
"I-I…" stuttered the girl who was now holding the bow.
"Come on, why?"
"But it was-"
"Dude! Seriously!"
"I didn't-"
"If you didn't attack him, then who did?" asked Raven, making uncomfortably intense eye contact with her.
The girl opened her mouth to answer. Then her eyes went wide and she exclaimed "DUCK!" at the same time shoving Robin downward by the shoulders. Robin's actual attacker had once again attempted to off him, and the other girl had once again protected him. Robin safe, the girl lunged at the other girl, and they started attacking each other. Robin got to his feet and gaped, just like the others, at the two girls doing battle. The one who had just sent him sprawling across the floor had long, jet-black hair with hot pink highlights. She wore a mask that was identical to his own, as well as weapons that were much the same. The girl she was attacking, however, strongly resembled Beast Boy: she had dark green eyes, pointy ears, pale green skin and very dark green hair that was an inch or two from reaching her shoulders. Apart from the obvious, there were numerous differences between the two girls and their seeming counterpart Titans. Like, for instance, the fact that they were apparently trying to kill each other. But there were also many other differences, particularly in the way they were dressed.
The girl who resembled Beast Boy was wearing tightly fitting clothes, a pair of black jeans that came just past her knees and a dark purple T-shirt that hugged her body. She was rather muscular for a teenage girl, and had a multitude of weapons strapped to her back, upper legs, shoulders, waist and upper arms. She had a tattoo across her left eye, some sort of flower or star, as well as a snake crawling down her right arm. She had tattoos of what appeared to be barbed wire around her neck, both of her wrists and both of her ankles. She also had another tattoo on her left leg, but it was hard to tell what it was. She had a pair of black gloves that had the fingers cut off.
The girl with long, jet-black hair was wearing much looser clothes, although they were still tight enough to see her muscles. She had on a red T-shirt with dark green sleeves and a pair of dark green jean capris. Around her waist was a belt like Robin's, although it was black. She was wearing a pair of dark green gloves that came halfway to her elbows.
She had managed to get behind the girl who looked like Beast Boy, with a series of acrobatics much like Robin's own movements, and had pulled her arms behind her back. There was a click and she released the other girl.
"Handcuffs? You have got to be joking," said the girl. Even her voice was like a feminine version of Beast Boy's, except it lacked the joking tone that his almost always held.
"Nope. Although I am that kind of girl." The other girl grinned, showing perfectly straight teeth. Her voice sounded fairly similar to Robin's.
"You know these won't hold for long. And then-"
"Uh, hate to break up the happy little fun time you two are having, but WHAT IS GOING ON?" exclaimed Beast Boy. He pointed at the girl who looked like him. "Who are you and why do you look like a Beast Boy-ette?" Both girls turned their attention to the Titans.
"Wait a minute… I just realized just who you were after." Robin's look-alike made an indignant sound, and turned toward Beast Boy's. "That's low, even for you." There was a long pause. "Okay. How much were you paid?"
It was her turn to smile. She had a crooked little half-smile that didn't show her teeth. It also made you think she was plotting something. "I was offered a very large sum, but I turned it down when I found out who it was. I decided to do it for free."
"Nice. And just when I thought we were getting along, too." By now she was standing behind the other girl and holding her lightly by one shoulder.
"I'm with B.B. on this one. What's going on?" repeated Cyborg.
"What do you mean how much was she paid? To do what?" asked Robin. The girl who was wearing a mask looked as though she was contemplating answering his question, but the other girl answered before she could say anything.
"What do you think? To kill you, genius!" she spat. "You're even stupider than she is!"
"Hey!" said the other girl. "That was uncalled for. I'm obviously the stupidest one here. How dare you give him my title!"
"Uh… did I miss something here?" asked Beast Boy.
"Okay, maybe he's deserving of my title." Just then, the green girl twisted out of the other girl's grasp and made a break for it. The Titans immediately reacted, sprinting after her, but the other girl was faster. Within seconds she was in front of her adversary, ready to stop her. Unfortunately, the green girl wasn't ready to be stopped. She turned at the last second, bringing her shoulder down and plowing her opponent over.
The Titans were next. The girl darted around Cyborg, amazingly agile, even with her hands immobilized. Then Starfire came at her from one side, hands glowing, ready to attack the girl who had twice attempted to kill Robin, and Raven from the other, several large objects floating behind her, held in her strange black energy, ready to be tossed at a moment's notice. The girl ducked, sending them crashing into one another. Robin suffered a similar fate.
Beast Boy stood in front of her as a tiger, teeth bared. She skidded to a halt, and he saw a faint smile flicker momentarily across her face. She became a cobra and lunged at him, the handcuffs clattering to the ground. He became human again and skittered out of her way, mouth agape. She hissed, then became human again as well. She smiled broadly at him, showing her pointed fangs.
"Who are you?" he breathed, unable to believe what had just happened.
"Whatever I want to be," she replied before running off.
So, that was it.
Flames are welcome, and I won't come after you with a torch and pitchfork! Please don't cuss at me though, 'cause I'll sic my brother on you. He's 6'4 and vicious.