Okay a bit of background on it before-hand. For my english course we had to write a piece of creative writing, on anything we chose to do. So uninspired by anything and attempting several drafts of complete and utter shite. In a moment of complete and utter boredom I just began typing whatever the hell came into my head (all characters are of my own creation, not based on anyone and completely the product of my mind.). So here it is all hunky and dory:

Hush little baby, don't say a word.

Drip, drop, drip, drop...

 

Such a soothing sound isn’t it? Every day, twenty four seven. Well, that’s not entirely true. It did freeze over last December, a nice break from it. Can drive someone mad given enough time I suppose.

What’s that?

How long have I been here? Does it even matter? Well, it depends really doesn’t it? In here it might be your own worst enemy. Ticking away in the tocks and the ticks, the hands move over the numbers. Oh well it’s not like we need it here, here in this bittersweet four corners of “correction”. It’s quite nice really, once you get used it and its decaying walls and miserable décor.
But you don’t need to think about that! Let’s go meet a few of our lovely inmates! Over there, yeah you can see him can’t you? Baldy with the nice bruise on the left side of his jaw, and the bandages on his wrists. No guessing what he gets up to at night when the boss isn’t paid to care. But then as far as he goes, there aren’t getting out chances available for him. Ever. He’s been here nearly as long as myself, and boy did he have a good reception!
Then over there watching the outside like a soap opera, that’s Emily. Nice girl, just misunderstood. Some kind of accident or at least that’s what she said, though I don’t think the man would agree. He needed a skin graft and a leg amputation. She called it art. The orderlies frowned, I thought it was hilarious. Her laugh and voice in the dark of the night, a refreshing view on the situation. Maybe they should have listened, but it’s just not in the cards now is it?

Hush little baby don’t say a word.
Now what’s wrong?

It’s quite funny the looks they give us, somewhere between pity and fear. On days you’re never sure whether you’re going to laugh or cry. Mommy mode takes over, nurturing you while you pay their bills, nothing but a pay-cheque and a pat well done.
Don’t give me that look. You would too if you had to see them all the time, always with the small praise for when you can pick up a knife without the sub-conscious tendency to go for their throat. I remember when some two-bit tried it, he was then pumped full of so many drugs I’m surprised that he woke up afterwards.

But yes here we’re all one big happy family. You’ll love it! Or hate it, most likely both and soon you’ll be afraid to go out again. Trying anything for the chance to get back in, or the one definite ticket out. Now don’t look at me like that! I thought we were friends! Thick as thieves, two of a kind, birds of a feather!
So, me? Yeah I’ve been here a while. What did I do you ask? Well, wouldn’t you like to know? Of course you would! A shame you won’t.
Maybe you’ll find a release here without going all the way. A few of us do it, it’s quite fun... hurts but you’ll enjoy it. A sense of escape for one that you’ll never get. Blood. They’ll scream and shout. They’ll say that you’re a danger to yourself and that they understand what you’re going through? Don’t believe me? I’ve been there myself. See what I did there? They’re like a beaten dog begging for scraps. Anything they can use to help you because they care so much. But don’t tell them anything.

Hush little baby don’t say a word.


 
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Years passed? With a drip and a drop, a tick and a tock. Screams and cries, those that laugh and those that die. You don’t understand until you’re on the other side of the fence. The bright light at the end of the tunnel? A merciful God? And they call us mad?

Hello I’m Dr. Leyland now I want you to understand that you can tell me anything.

Cheshire-Cat grin, with her notepad mid-spin. Your life on paper, your views analysed and scrutinised. You might make the news, hear a prayer or two. Good luck with that, and that night I was the one screaming. Emily? Baldy? Two down and one to go. By the morning I’ll be off; in poor postage and package, second class stamp. See you soon my friend, your shattered frame? Trust me you’re not to blame.

Hush little baby don’t say a word.   

Best thing as well was the review off my english teacher, a simple half sentence: Totally and utterly disturbing...

Best thing I've ever written :D

So here I am, a 16 year old living in the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland. Yesterday I found out that Obama won. This morning I learned that people's rights had been taken, and the voices of many justified breaking the first amendment "All men are created equal.". How did this happen? Divine Will? Providence? Or was it the fact that as a country The United States of America, the Land of the Free is hypocritical. They preached about their right of freedom, of speech and expression, the freedom to not be persecuted. And what went wrong?
It is simple: zealots. Are these the people who have been persecuted? I think not, if you are one who voted yes on Prop 8, do the world a favour and walk off a tall building. Put yourselves in the shoes of the people you are hurting.

"There was another time in history when people, when the bell tolled. And the question was whether or not they were going to hear it. The time was during Nazi Germany with Adolf Hitler. You see he brought crowds of clergy together to assure them that he was going to look after the church.
And one of the members, bold and courageous, Reverend Niemand (sp?) made his way to the front and (inaudible) said "Hitler, we are not concerned about the church. Jesus Christ will take care of the church.

We are concerned about the soul of Germany." Embarrassed and chagrined, his peers quickly shuffled him to the back.

And as they did Adolf Hitler said, "The soul of Germany, you can leave that to me." And they did, and because they did bombs did not only fall upon the nation of Germany, but also upon the church and their testimony to this very day.

Let us not make that mistake folks. Let us hear the bell! Vote on Proposition 8!"



Please. If this fuckwit had any idea of history he would see that he had more in common with Hitler. Well change Germany in the quote to America and there you have Hitler. Hitler removed the rights of Jews to marry anyone outside their faith. He killed gypsies, homosexuals, Jehovah's Witnesses, Jews the list goes on and on. Perhaps if we look ten years down the line, what will we see? Gay Concentration Camps? Execution Squads? The massacres that would rival those in Zimbabwe and Congo? Far fetched? Not really.
This is how Hitler started out, find the scapegoat and exploit it. Soon it was Lebensraum: Greater Germany. Next it was Propaganda, then censorship. Then there were the camps.

Yes I shouldn't compare this to the holocaust, but this is where things like it start.

"We hold these truths to be self-evident: That all men are created equal; that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights; that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness..."

My my my, how the Founding Fathers would spin in their graves. Let's have a look at the new Declaration:

"We hold these truths to be self-evident: That all men are created equal; that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights; that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness... unless they are Gay, Lesbian, Pro-Choice, Anti-Firearms, left-wing, and in possession of a brain and not Catholic, Mormon, a bible-bashing zealot, a moral dunce and a neo-nazi that compare the enemy to Hitler because they are trying to `recruit children' on which we have no evidence."

These are my characters in Pride High Forum, Psycho (top) and Revenant (bottom)

Title: But
Author: Mad-Wiccan
Character or Pairing: one sided Chase/Victor
Rating: pg for the moment
disclaimer: they’re Marvel’s not mine (if they were Karolina and Xavin would be snogging on panel) *sigh*
A/n: italics are dreams, brackets are thoughts.

“But Nico...”
“I told you Vic, if Chase goes rogue I won’t hesitate to kill him.”
With that the young witch casually walked out as if she had been talking about the weather.

“You can’t. I...I love him.” he whispered to himself silently in the empty room a single tear falling down his face. Sighing he walked back to his room, the hostel dead quiet in the macabre darkness. He lay down on his bed and drifted into a silent slumber.

He was on top of a roof, Tristan was there and a bomb. He was back there again in1907.
“This thing’ll take out half the city. No more sinners, good guys bad guys. Arabs or anyone. No more Lillie.”

But where was she now? She was gone, he was alone and empty inside. He had no-one. Inside his mind there was nothing, a void where someone else should be... somewhere he should be.

He woke up at one in the morning, tears now falling freely down his face but he didn’t care. He sat up and cradled his arms around his legs and sobbed into them.

(Why would Chase like me? He hates me, I killed Gert... no that was Victorious not me. I’m not that monster, I won’t be that monster.)
He decided that in the morning he would talk to Chase, he’d finally set things straight and hope that Chase wouldn’t hate his guts.

* * *

A young lady’s body lay limply on the floor with two bloody puncture marks on her throat. A teenage vampire was sitting happily on fence overlooking the sea. He held a cup in one hand and sipped blood out of it through a straw. A pigeon turned and stared at him. He stared back, before smiling a reply:

“The funny thing about vampires is the fact that we can come back, we’re weird like that.”

Title: A cold
Rating: Pg (if slash fluff would rate as that)
characters: Bart/ Tim
Disclaimer: much to my despair they aren't mine but DC's
summary: Tim's ill, Bart's finding a cure

"Ahh ahh ahchoo!" Robin held a bat-kleenex to his nose and cursed whatever god was up there for causing this cold. The cold just came from no-where without a warning and without mercy. He'd been stuck off duty now for a week and it didn't seem to be going.
A figure darts past at super-speed and stops in front of him his hands filled with various herbs and amber-tinged beakers. Grinning he looked down at his patient "RightIreadthatpeppermintmixedwithchamomileandadashofgarliccurecolds. Okay?"
Tim's face paled as his brain processed the speedster's words. "No Bart no pseudo-witchcraft cures, I'll just have to wait it... ahh... ahh. ahchoo!" falling back on the sofa "...out" he finished meekly.
Bart glowered, and then suddenly his face lit up with a wicked smile and he dashed off, and returned with a duvet in his arms. Sidling up by Tim he covered them both with it. "Bart what are you doing? You'll get sick!" Tim whined to no avail.
Bart's devilish grin had returned, "At least I'll have someone to have lots of bed rest with then." and he descended into giggling and making his Timmy feel better.

Title: the mini chapter that acts as a decoy for my writer’s block
Author: yours truly
Pairing(s):  Garth/Roy
Rating: Pg (overall it’ll probably be a mature, for violence, sex and language)
Summary:  You’ll have to read it
Disclaimer: Wait til I rule the world DC! Then they’ll be MINE
A/N: italics are thoughts, feedback much obliged

 

 

 

“Rise and shine everybody!” Bee beamed at the top of her voice. “Come on or I’ll lengthen the session!”. Mas y Menos rubbed their eyes awake as they normally did during the sessions, mumbling something in Spanish as they stretched.  Aqualad casually strolled onto the scene like the early-morning person he usually was, shortly followed by the resident archer who seemed sluggish and dead compared to the active atlantean.  Last one there was Kid-Flash who just held a hand to his head and the other to his mouth, groaning all the time.
“Christ, you didn’t hold back did you K.F.?”  Speedy chirped towards the speedster, met by groans of the hang-over.  Before Bee could berate him however the scarlet and gold speedster was racing towards the bathroom to release what he drank last night.

The session was going like normal; they beat the robots and were now attacking the big boss... Aqualad turned to smile at the speed they were taking him down. He froze as he saw Speedy pulling back an arrow, devilishly enjoying the view of his back and rear. That’s all it took for Aqualad to be hit by the robot’s fist and sent flying. “End simulation,” the robots vanished  “Aqualad what the hell?!”
 Aqualad lowered his head trying to hide his blush. “Sorry, I...uh...hmm sensed something, yeh that’s it I sensed something wrong in the sea. I best go check it out.” He finished while running towards the edge of the tower, I wasn’t just admiring Speedy’s ass oh Gods please no, I’m not gay, I don’t like Speedy in that way... or at least I hope not. I uh had a bad night that’s all, because I was so not enjoying what Speedy was doing to me in it.

Skadi:
Height: 5’8’’
weight: 148 lbs
hair colour: Ice-white
eye colour: deep blue
age: 16
distinguishing features: her skin is ice-blue,

Bio:
Always the outcast, always the loner. Skadi never fitted in with the norm, she loved to read, loved chemistry and biology, loved to be herself, the one way she was like everyone else however was that she loved the popular boy, until the day her powers activated and she really was the loner. Angry at what fate had given her, she longed to be normal again. Sadly this would never happen. Instead she looked for others like her, following rumours and whispers. All to no avail. One day she was accused of kissing a boy who was in a relationship. Nearly lynched for the lie spread about her by the jealous girlfriend and her friends, she was saved from near death by Omen.
Offering her a family she gladly accepted, and she was no longer the girl she used to be, she was Skadi the Snow-Queen.

Powers:
Cryokinesis: able to create and control ice, she can use her power to creates walls of ice or blizzards. Her body is cold to the touch and is made of organic ice.

Apathy: so cold is her heart towards others Skadi can freeze their hearts and souls until they are left with no emotion and are husks of their former selves.

Abilities:
Medical Knowledge: self taught in medical science, she is the Forsaken resident doctor.


Herne:
Height: 6’2’’
weight: 190 lbs
Eyes: green
Hair: dark green
age: 18
distinguishing features: He has a stag’s horns, stag’s legs and has faint green skin.

Bio:
Not many metahumans are born with their powers active, however Herne was. Abandoned and forced to live on his own, he became a skilled hunter and a fast runner. He taught himself how to speak the language of others’ and that of animals. Rumoured in his English county as Herne the hunter he was sought as a trophy. Growing angry at his tormentors he was approached by similar-souls, in the guise of Omen and Skadi. Pledging loyalty to his saviours he readily joined the Forsaken becoming the heavy-hitter.

Powers:
Super-strength: capable of sending a car through several walls and crushing rock with his bare hands. Due to this he has super-durability and stamina too.

Enhanced Healing: able to recover from severe injury after an hour.

Zoopathy: able to talk to animals.





Virus:

height: 5’9’’
weight: 155 lbs
eyes: hazel
hair: brown
age: 15
distinguishing features: none

Bio:
He was the school’s pride and joy for athletics and computers. Things were different behind closed doors however. At home he was being abused by his older brother who beat him severely and even let his friend take advantage of the younger boy. One day he was hurt so badly by his brother that he released a surge of electricity. His brother died as a result and the trauma caused by him left Virus with severe depression and confidence issues. He nearly took his own life but stopped at the last minute when he was found by people who cared. The Forsaken healed the damage, Omen gave him psychic therapy, Skadi saw to his wounds and Orion taught him self-defence. Feeling like he had found his friends, Virus became committed to their cause: Revenge for those who were wronged.

Powers:
Electrokinesis: able to control electricity, he can create static fields, shoot blast of lightning and override technology.

technopathy: able to control all forms of technology if within 10 feet of it. With it he can override security codes and the programming of technology. He can create viruses to shut down or ruin technology. As a result of this power he also possesses a photo-graphic memory.

Equipment:
Body armour: his suit is fitted with high-class technology so he can always have access to files or the internet.




Fenrir:

height: 6’
weight: 170
eyes: yellow
Hair: grey
age: 17
distinguishing features: werewolf body, hair covering entire body, claws and sharp teeth.

Bio:
A boy who never had a family, his mother ran out on him and his father abused substances. Fenrir tried to bring some kind of normality into his life; however this was impossible when he became what he now is. Ran out of town by a superstitious mob he was shot with several silver bullets. However he survived and was the last to heed Omen’s call. Finally finding a family amongst them he had became seriously protective of Virus who he considers him like the kid brother he always wanted. And he will fight tooth and nail for them all, even if it means sinking his teeth into a few oncoming Titans.

Powers:
Lycanthrope: he possesses a werewolf body even though he retains all his intelligence. He is not affected by silver weaponry or symbols of belief either. Through this he has increased strength, speed, smell, sight and dexterity.

abilities:
fluent French

FICTION
Title: Midnight meetings
Author: yours truly
Pairing(s): Garth/Roy
Rating: Pg (overall it’ll probably be a mature, for violence, sex and language)
Summary: You’ll have to read it
Disclaimer: Wait til I rule the world DC! Then they’ll be MINE
A/N: italics are thoughts, feedback much obliged



The hooded figure veiled by shadow stood overlooking the silent city, lost in his thoughts and memories. Scenes played over and over continuously in his head, memories long since banished to his sub-conscious. Memories that a long time ago he cherished more than the air he breathed.
Another figure walked up behind him, soft footsteps of someone naive to the world and its cruelty. “Sir are you feeling all-right, you haven’t eaten since two days ago. Won’t you come in? Skadi’s ordered Chinese.”
“No thank you Virus, you go enjoy... I... I need to clear my head.”
The younger boy turned around and descended back into the penthouse below. A single tear fell from the pale, cold mask of the figure. Surrendering to the darkness he merged with the shadow and journeyed into the town, far, far below.

Titan’s East was deathly quiet, Bee and the others hadn’t returned yet. Nearly all the rooms were dark and silent, apart from the living room where Kid-Flash and Speedy were on the sofa watching television. There had been no updates on any situations so neither of them knew what the situation was like. Kid-Flash had gotten them some take-away pizza which both of them were now wolfing down hungrily while discussing what had happened in recent Titans’ news. The discussion had gone from whether Robin is actually a human or a crime-fighting robot to whether or not Beast-Boy would ever hit puberty. Speedy had skirted around the reason Kid-Flash and Jinx broke up about, all he had found out is that she thought they were too different.
Speedy had just nodded off to sleep when he heard the welcome maternal voice, “Hey boys we’re back! Nice to see you up an about Speed.” She said while rushing over to hug him.
Aqualad didn’t look Speedy in the eye, he couldn’t. Instead he looked at Kid-Flash their newest member to take his mind off of the incident. Robin was right, Kid-Flash looked like hell... his happy aura seemed lost. Don’t worry K.F., we’ll help you out.
Bee yawned, stretched her arms and happily declared “I think it’s time we all turned in. Oh and there will be practice tomorrow.” The last part of the sentence was greeted by a communal groan.
All of them headed towards the dorms except Kid-Flash, Speedy noticed:
“You coming?”
“I think I’m going to go out for a run, I won’t be too long.”
Speedy noticed something, Kid-flash’s eyes were tired... but if he wanted to think then who was he to stop him. “ ’kay man, night.”

Speedy had disappeared into the corridor and Kid-Flash finally released a sigh. Turning towards the door he shot out as fast as he could, running over the water and not stopping until he found a nice quiet and scenic spot overlooking the sea. He didn’t notice the figure on the rock behind him.
“Need to escape too? Nice night isn’t it?” said the figure. Wally nodded his agreement on both questions. “Feel free to vent by the way, no-one lives around here for at least a mile or two. Hence why I’m here tonight. “
Wally looked up to the boy and felt relieved; he was someone that seemed easy to relate to. His hair covered his eyes slightly but it added a certain something to him in Wally’s opinion A little magic to him.
“Hey want to grab a coffee or something sometime?” the figure asked.
Wally smiled “Yeh that’d be nice.”
“Good... it’s nice to have someone to talk to isn’t it? Must be hard, being a Titan. Imagine if the media ever caught one of you in a relationship, they’d lick it up in seconds, nano-seconds if it was a gay one. Oh that would be difficult, imagine how the fan-girls would react. Chaos and anarchy on the streets... sorry I’m rambling on again.”
“Actuallyit’squitenicenottohavesomeoneaskingsomanyquestionsandjusttalkforonce.”
“If I spoke speedster I’d probably agree. Nah, it’s hard for you guys, probably harder for your personal lives anyway. And that my friend is what you’ll be helping me in,”
“What!?”
“Nothing much...actually scrap that it’s big, I want revenge and you’re the perfect tool to use.”
Wally tried to run but his legs wouldn’t move at all. “Yeh the running away won’t work, I’m in control of your body, and soon your mind. It’s a neat power called telepathy. Nice to meet Wallace Rudolph West, I am Omen, your worst nightmare!”

FICTION
Title: The fall of Brother Blood
Author: yours truely
Pairing(s):  Garth/Roy
Rating: 15 (language, horror and worse French!)
Summary:  The Titans take the fight to Blood, but someone’s beaten them there
Disclaimer: Wait til I rule the world DC! Then they’ll be MINE!
Warning(s): mild horror
A/N: italics are thoughts, feedback much obliged

Okay so Blood really has lost the plot, this place is a dump, why’d he even move here? Aqualad wondered to himself as the other amassed Titans formulated a plan. Robin looked like he always did, with a stick up his arse; Raven just looked emotionless as per usual. In fact everyone was a bit on edge; Blood was a foe they never liked to underestimate. He was dangerous, very dangerous.
In total there were 13 titans there: Titans West, Titans East minus Speedy, Jinx, Jericho, Herald, and Hotspot.
The warehouse that Blood was using was nothing more than a decomposing ruin, falling down and useless. Even so they had to be careful in case it was a facade, happily for them it wasn’t. However despite the apparent loss of danger something felt off... it wasn’t right. Blood loved power and glamour, this place had none and that’s what unnerved Aqualad most of all.
Something moved far away in the dark, high up on the rooftop. What they had to worry about was the werewolf that was now grinning at them, revealing an impressive set of pointed teeth.
“Evening all.”

“So you won’t accept my offer of allegiance then Blood? A true pity, I thought that you of all people would see sense. A shame that we couldn’t part on better terms.”
“ Oh you really think you can intimidate me? Did you learn anything during your brief time here; I am the most powerful psychic!”
With that Blood let his entire psychic power shoot towards the figure. It shivered and then stood at his full height once more. Behind its mask came the sound of laughter. “Oh dear me you haven’t been keeping in good shape have you? That was a lovely tickle on your part surely? What was that it? Let me show you true power!” Raising its hand a dark aura surrounded it, Brother Blood held his hands to his head, screaming in agony he begged for mercy, No-one has this kind of power, it’s not possible... it’s not...  Staring down to his hands as the pain disappeared he thought himself spared. A strange tingle began in his hands, faint at first but becoming stronger. Looking down, his face contorted into a visage of fear and panic. His hands were rotting away, one revealing bone, the other metallic one rusting and turning to dust before his very eyes. “Give my greetings to the Titans,” with that Blood was battered down through the ceiling by a wall of shadow.

Blood’s screaming figure met the ground with a thud; the Titans just stared at it before returning to the threat at hand. The werewolf bellowed a feral cry that instilled fear into their hearts, sending some running.  Robin however refused to run, throwing a shruiken straight at the beast, it dodged easily.  A call came from above: “Fenrir come, they’ve had enough fun today.”
Robin looked at the werewolf, and growled “What are you planning?”
The beast merely smiled his answer “Vous verrez assez bientôt, mon ami.”
With that the beast galloped away, Robin looked at Aqualad who was tending to injured Titans. He gave Robin the look which showed their mood: we just had our arses fed to us.
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Kid-Flash looked at Roy who had just regained consciousness, and smiled.
 “Welcome back buddy.”
“Where... where the... the others?” he stammered while he held his chest thanks to the pain.
“Dealing with Blood, they asked me to look after you, “K.F. looked nervous in Roy’s opinion, something was off... way off for the usually happy speedster “I guess they thought I needed something to do ever since Jinx and me broke up. They invited me to join you guys.”

FICTION
Title: Heated Punches, Stolen Touches
Author: yours truely
Pairing(s): I’ve now added the first element of Garth/Roy
Rating: 15 (language)
Summary:  . Coughing up blood Speedy tried to land a punch of his own on his attacker
Disclaimer: Wait til I rule the world DC! Then they’ll be MINE!
Warning(s): if any reference of homosexuality is uncomfortable for you, sorry
A/N: italics are thoughts, feedback much obliged

 

 

A hard punch was thrown into his stomach, followed in quick succession. Coughing up blood Speedy tried to land a punch of his own on his attacker. He misses and the result is another burst of pain. His body feels like it’s on fire. Barely he able to see he can only just make out a silhouette approaching to deliver the next blow.
Just able to gather enough strength Speedy sends his opponent to the floor. Panting heavily for breath, he tries to grab onto a wall.  Sweat dripping from his face he tries to rub it out of his eyes so he can see his attack.
Stumbling backwards at the face he so readily recognised and so readily wanted to forget. Oliver Queen : The Green Arrow.
“Did you think you could hide from me forever Roy?”
“What the hell! What the fucking hell is wrong with you Ollie?!”
“Vengeance, you fucking junkie!”
With that he jumped up from the ground and delivered several sharp hits at Roy’s pressure points. Falling limply to the floor, Roy felt helpless, unable to defend himself he thought This is it, so many things I never did as the arrow pointed towards his face. “I never forget Roy... never. Consider this your final penance, how fitting to die at your guardians hands. How ironic.”
Taking his chance with the distraction Roy screamed his lungs out in one sharp word: Help, before his world descended into darkness.

Aqualad looked over his friend while he was asleep, recovering from his wounds in the medical bay.  The Justice League had arrived just in time and found that Green Arrow had been mind controlled. He had been restrained and Speedy was safe. However Aqualad wondered how much of a psychological effect this would have on Speedy personally, and then there were the bruises. His eyes looked at the wounds on his stomach, purpled by the fierce punches, Aqualad felt himself reaching out to touch them. To shield them, to protect him, to touch Speedy. Realising what he was doing he managed to stop himself. Looking around to see that no-one was there Aqualad rushed out, heading for his bedroom. He needed a shower, a cold shower. What the hell, he thought I did not just think that about Speedy, I did not just try and feel him... oh god please no. He never reached the shower however, Titans West needed their help apparently Brother Blood was in Jump City and they needed help. He would have time to brood later, now there was a debt to repay. I’ll get that fucking psychic bastard; he’ll never hurt Speedy or anyone again.

Looking at the computer screen which showed the security footage of Titans Tower East Skadi glanced over to her boss, who begin laughing hysterically. “Well done Virus, that was most entertaining. It’s all going to plan. Harper is temporarily out of action and things have just taken a turn for the better. I now have a pawn with which to torment Harper with. Oh young Aqualad what fun I shall have with you... heh heheheheh!”

FICTION
Title: Of Elementals and Giants
Author: yours truely
Pairing(s): none in this, but eventual Garth/Roy
Rating: Pg
Summary: Old rivalries are rekindled
Disclaimer: Wait til I rule the world DC! Then they’ll be MINE!
Warning(s): bad accent on Rouge I must apologize
A/N: this happens in between my first two fics

“Damnit Skad be more careful!” shouted the hulking form, glaring at the ice-blue woman standing next to him. “Well sorry! Does it even matter? We took them out easy as anything, seriously learn to chill... like our friends here.” she pointed an elegant finger towards the three ice-sculptures that were in fact Argent, Lightning and Thunder.
“What does the boss-man want here anyway Skad? Nothing here but a bunch of popsicles... uhh no offence intended!” he cowered as she raised her hand that had a mini-blizzard now circulating around it.
“None taken, anyway the real thing he is after is who, not what. The Titans managed to take down the Brotherhood of Evil so they’re dangerous in number. Boss wants them all taken down, mostly that archer kid though. No idea why, but it must be personal. So we are here to thaw them out. Well most of them at any rate... he said to leave a few there, but Rouge and the Hive-5 are the main ones he wants. Brain, Mallah and Immortus are no-goes.”

She gracefully leapt down to the controls and began the thawing process. Slowly but steadily the figures began to move once more. Rouge put a hand to her head getting used to the feeling of disorientation from which she was suffering.
“Vhat ... vhat is going on here? Vhere is our fearless leader? Who are you?” Her voice was still thick with her accent even after what she had been through. Her eyes rested onto the small frame of the ice-blue woman, her eyes narrowing into a glare.

“Well the sun is in the sky, it’s summer and all the trees are green with foliage. Personally it makes me sick. You were frozen by the Titans and our leader would like to invite to partake of a little revenge. However, the other three are to remain frozen he considers them useless. What do you say Rouge, they won’t suspect a thing.”
“Who is this employer of yours? Vhy doesn’t he vant the others?”
“He’ll explain it all if you decide to come with us.”
“And if I refuse?”
“I can freeze the surrounding fifty miles down to absolute zero without even breaking a sweat, I think you understand.”
“Very well, vhy is he interested in just me then?”
“He wants you to teach his little group he’s gathering.” The green satyr put in, his voice full of respect. Gizmo scratched his head pondering recent events before adding

“Wait, Blood’s starting a new HIVE?”
“From what I have heard he is pipsqueak.”
“I’m not tiny goat-legs!”
“Anyway,” said the young woman itching to change the conversation “are you in?”
The amassed few looked at each other and nodded, they were in. A storm was brewing on the horizon, a bad Omen for the titans.

FICTION
Title: Bodies and reunions
Author: Mad-Wiccan
Pairing(s): eventual Speedy/Aqualad
Rating: pg-13 (death and corpses)
Summary: A body’s found, an old “friend” returns
Disclaimer: When I am god, then maybe they’ll be mine, til then they’re DC’s
Warning(s): If you’re uncomfortable with a bit of gore don’t read
A/N: feedback appreciated

“Ahh! Nothing beats the decrepit smell of pollution and decay. Even now the city’s heart chokes and dies as the industrialists grow fat on profit despite the genocide of nature they cause. It’s my kind of town!” grinning as he uttered the words “Well it seems that the Titans are still in town, something we’ll have to remedy. A good one my mother taught me... you break them, mentally, physically and more importantly with a smile on your face, hehe this should be fun.”
His eyes narrowed as he spied something in the distance... a light... a body... another pointless person. Turning towards his entourage he smirked, the future was looking good, well not for the Titans at any rate. He would personally see to that. “Well let’s not waste time, let’s hit the town.”

Garth thought today would be the same as any, they’d wake up, train, argue, play games, make sure nothing was threatening the city and then argue some more.
Bee was up early and had decided that they could get a bit of a lie-in. Odder still she had cooked them all breakfast which equated to a mountain of pancakes rivalling Everest. It was gone within a minute of the twins arriving but Bee didn’t mind, she just made more. For the best part of the morning they had just relaxed and enjoyed the wonderful summer’s day. Speedy however just trained, and trained, and trained. He didn’t speak at all; instead he focussed all his attention onto the target. Every single arrow hit its mark perfectly, with deadly precision. Aqualad decided after looking at him practising for a few minutes, to play a little joke. He snuck behind Speedy and blew gently onto his neck. The result was hilarious, or it should have been. The arrow missed its mark and Aqualad found himself in a very difficult hold.
“Any reason to bother me fish-boy?”
“Do I need one Robin?”
“Hello would’ve been nicer Unitard-guy.” And with that he returned to his training. A strange feeling bubbled inside Aqualad... he was annoyed that Speedy was able to brush him off so easily. Before the chance to get even could arise the alarm went off.
Running as fast as their legs could carry them they finally reached the meeting room. Karen, face as white as if she’d seen a ghost just stared into the monitor. A body had been washed up on the shore, throat ripped open and eyes gouged out. Garth turned around and raised his hand quickly to his mouth and ran for the nearest bathroom. Speedy didn’t move he just lost consciousness.
Few things are able to make a person wake up at night out of fright; however the body was one of them when they arrived. The metallic smell of blood hung over the area like a low lying fog. No one spoke a word, their eyes stared at it. It was brutal, it was inhumane, and it was evil.
After leaving the area Roy headed down through an alley-way, he needed to get drunk to forget it. Pausing for a moment he could barely hear the words before he was hit into the wall.
“I asked you a question Harper, why didn’t I get an answer? Never mind. Did. You. Miss. Me?”

FICTION
Title: A glass of Milk
Author: Mad-wiccan
Pairing(s): eventual Roy/Garth
Rating: none (nothing inappropriate)
Summary: Roy thinks, someone is back
Disclaimer:They're DC's until I become World-Leader
Warning(s): None
A/N: It's the beginning of a seires

Roy walked through the dark halls of the tower, humming gently to himself as he headed for the kitchen. The lights were off as per normal at one in the morning. Opening the fridge door he grabbed the milk and poured himself a glass.
He normally was never awake this late unless of course he was a) out getting drunk b) sleeping with a random-girl or c) lying in bed with a cold sweat from a nightmare. Tonight it was definitely the latter, the one he had since he managed to get off of heroine. Ollie kicking him out to the street with no-where to go, no-one to turn to. It was different now. He had a home, he had a family, and he had friends.
Only at the back of his mind there was always that one patch of darkness, the one where he never liked to go. In there, there were monsters. Ones he had tried for so long to forget but ones that always came back. And then there were those few dreams that scared him more, the ones were Aqualad would be in the same bed as him and would basically try anything and everything with Roy.
His head racing Roy finished the drink and began to breathe slowly. In. Out. In. Out. His mind cleared and he opened his eyes.
The moonlight reflected dimly on the sea, the waves barely visible in the night. Silently, careful as to not wake a single-soul he made his way back to his bedroom, even near sprinting past Aqualad’s.

Far above Steel City, in the polluted air high atop one of the sky-scrapers a figure gazed down over the sleeping inhabitants. “I’m back...” were the only words he said.

Title: Disappearing Sapiens
Author: Mad-Wiccan
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: They are Marvels (unfortunately)
Summary: People go missing all the time, the question is how many?
A/n: feedback appreciated


Stepping out of the club with his girl in tow, he walked down the alley-way into the shadows. Strutting, smirking, and eyeing her up all the time. His back now against the wall he waited excitedly for what she was about to do.
The moon hung high in the dark, obsidian sky its dim glow barely illuminating the dark alley. Its pale surface was the last thing he saw before his body became cold and his blood became ice. His body fell to the floor, limp, lifeless and frozen. She rose to her feet, smiling another sape she thought to herself.

Well it evens the odds, return back with him... his body will be quite useful in my experiments.

Yes sir, be there soon. She replied in her head. Her pale snow blue skin caught the moonlight softly with her ice blue hair falling gently down passed her shoulders. Sighing she beckoned her friend over, a werewolf standing at six foot tall with glaring red eyes. “Another one Skadi, how many does he want? An army perhaps?” he muttered in a feral lupine voice.
“Seems so, doesn’t matter they’re only flatscans. Well this one was easy, wonder if he’ll be missed.”

* * *
Santo flicked through the channels impatiently, he was drowning in boredom with nothing on, no Grey’s Anatomy, no nothing. “Slow down Santo! We can’t make out anything with you going that fast!” Nick barked from where he was sitting. Suddenly headlines flashed across the scene and the news reporter was up:

“This is breaking news, New York city of the Lost. In less than three weeks more than 50 people have mysteriously disappeared without a single trace. There have been no scents picked up, no blood or forensic evidence. Police remain baffled as to events. There appears to be no links or patterns apart from they are all students in various universities. More on the story later.”

“Yes, darkness comes and the light recedes. But yes, shall the heroes rise. Thank you say the mortals and all that was good becomes black with despair.” Blindfold stated and walked towards the window staring out of it into the darkness of the autumn night. Aware that somewhere out there, a dark presence was growing stronger. Blindfold shuddered at the future she had seen.

Okay so I wake up this morning in an ok mood, nothing to complain about except a shit load of revision (how fun). So I jump on my laptop to see if anything big was happening in the news, nothing so far. So I go onto my story that I'm writing and hoping to finish this year and see one seriously bad bit... so that was cut from it, it's all right at the moment seeing as it's still working on the part one of it which is some form of really long intro into the whole story world thing. So that is nearly finished and I feel happy as ever then shock horror I discover two essays that need to be redrafted! what's worse they're history ones ( i love history but the essays are hell incarnate), on top of that they have to be in welsh with the Who? What? When? Why? how useful and weaknesses type of stuff to go with it. To summarise my rant ladies and gentlemen AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! how i hate essays and doing them via the welsh language, while a cool language it's a pain in the arse for essays.

Title: there isn't one it's part of a series.
Author: Mad-Wiccan
Disclaimer: they're not mine, they're marvel's
Rating: Around what you would get in a 15 film
Characters: Bobby and JP
Notes: part of "Heritage",
Summary: Someone is in bed with JP,

Jean-Paul looked around lazily, the sun barely shone through the curtains. Grunting at how early he must be awake at, he fumbles around trying to find that comfy position to return to sleep. His eyes are only closed for a second when he realizes that there’s someone lying next to him. Shit, how many did I have last night? He wonders as he lifts the sheets trying to see who it is.
He stares into the cool relaxed eyes of Bobby Louis Drake who smiles at him and kisses his neck tenderly. Sacre Bleu mon dieu! I am lying in bed with a very naked Bobby Drake. Eagerly he touches Bobby all over thanking whatever god was cutting him a break.
Enjoying the feeling of the other man beside him Jean-Paul kisses his lips generously and engulfs his taste. He would remember that taste for all eternity and would happily die now so it never ends. He reaches down and let’s his primal instinct take over relishing in every action, every sensation, every second. Reaching his climax he lies down embracing Bobby kissing him softly and whispering loving words, eyes closed. He opens them once more to see an empty bed; it would have been a dream if the images weren’t so alive. The feeling had returned, something was watching him, he just knew it.

Title: Broken Illusions
Author: Mad-Wiccan
Rating: PG (Angst)
Characters: Bobby Drake,
Disclaimer: They belong to Marvel
Note: Inspired by the Blinded by the Light arc, sequel to “That uneasy feeling”

The cold water splashed across his face, it ran down into his mouth along with the taste of dried tears. The sound of distant cars floated through the motel window. Looking into the mirror through his hurt eyes Bobby Drake sighed. He sat on the toilet seat with his head in his hands. Why me? Why is it always me?! He thought as his breathing quickly turned to panting. Images flashed through his head, the gun, the shapeshifter... the teammate lying cold on the floor. His illusion of happiness had been shattered by the blue-skinned bitch.
He rose and walked silently towards his bed, sleep he needed sleep. In his dreams he was free of the problems of life... Xavier’s death, Mystique using him and all the problems he ever faced. Or so he thought. Bottles of pills littered the room, some for sleeping and others for depression. Usually he could easily make a joke, but not now. Not after her betrayal. “Why is it always fucking me!” he yells at the top of his voice, his hands and body icing over.
“Shut the fuck up down there ahm trying tah sleep!” came the swift reply followed by a series of thuds.
He sinks under the duvet finding solace in its warmth as he thinks of all the women who used him:

Mystique,
Infectia,
Emma Frost,
Polaris,
Annie,

Shuddering he tries to bring back images and people who were always nice to him and would be there when he got back. He thought of his best friend Sam, he was gone. Then he thought of Warren and all the fun times they had together... then came the bad times when he was Archangel, his rage and blue skin. Blue skin, her yellow eyes and serpentine personality returned like a bite in his heart.
Why can’t she leave me alone... why did she have to do that to me? Why am I always the one to get used?
His eyes closing finally Bobby fell into a world where he wouldn’t be happy, a world where his humour wouldn’t save him.
* * * *
Outside the motel an eye gazed through a sniper scope... “Shit, he’s too far down,” grunting she shimmies over to get a better vantage point. Her hand on the trigger, ready to take him out, her first kill in a long time and Kimura receives a last minute call off.
“What do you mean?! Alive? She wants him alive now! For fuck's sake!”.
Putting her sniper down she grabs out two pistols, Time to do this the old fashioned way then.

Title: That uneasy feeling
Author: Mad-Wiccan
Fandom: X-men
Characters: Jean-Paul
Rating: doesn't deserve one
disclaimer: marvel's not mine

Jean-Paul Beaubier stared out of the window, he hated this time of year. Winter, it may have Christmas, Hanukkah, Yule and many other celebrations but this was different. It was the darkness, the dark sky devoid of light. Something made him uneasy, a feeling of something sinister.
He heard the faint caw of a Raven, the wind rustling through the trees. He looked over the grounds, the graveyard illuminated by the pale moonlight. So much had happened... Xavier had vanished, the mansion was in ruins. He drove onwards ever staring through his window.
A faint flicker in the corner of his eye drew his attention, yet it was lost in the shadows. Scott had them disbanded, leaderless and lost. The last few weeks had been Apocalyptic, the baby was gone and their future uncertain.
As he drove out of the gates he couldn't shift the feeling that someone or something had been watching him.

Title: Seeing is believing
Author: Mad-Wiccan
Fandom: X-men
Characters: Bobby, Jean-Paul
Rating: PG
Summary: Bobby needs to see for himself
disclaimer: marvel's not mine

"Out of my way! Move it... don't make me freeze your underwear!" Bobby yells as he barges his way through the group of students arranged in a circle around the intruder. He gets past the last person and stares at a face he has missed so dearly... his Northstar's.
Tears swell and erupt from his eyes. Disbelief fills him yet there he is, standing with the smile that lit up Bobby's life from the darkness around it. He stammers and stutters searching for the right words, but none comes. Instead he is filled with a happiness lost so long ago along with the same voice that was taken with it.
"Bonjour Bobby, I've missed you." Jean-Paul cries tears of joy, seeing the man he has loved as long as he could remember.
Bobby blinks and hugs the other man and kisses him as the lover Jean-Paul always wanted, but never thought he would get. Bobby laughs his old laugh, his lost love was back from his dark journey within his own mind.

Title: Paranoia
Characters: Bobby Drake, numerous others
Disclaimer: As you know they're marvel's
Rating: PG
Notes: whee isn't trauma a funny thing? Sequel to realization

"Can't sleep Rogue will beat me, can't sleep Kurt will kill me. Can't sleep weird transvestite shape-shifter 'll come and get me." Bobby rocked slowly on his bed, backwards and forwards continuously. His eyes focused on the floor... he'd never leave this room. Never. Jean-Paul's earlier comment ran through his head over and over.

Bangs rang on his bedroom door followed by voices. "Bobby Drake open up this instant!"
"Mon dieu Bobby it was meant to be a joke!"
"Please let me in otterpop so I can apologize."

Bobby's eyes darted to the door, he sighed... who was it? Was it actually him? Bobby continued rocking backwards and forwards yet again.

"Mr. Beaubier what are you doing? Is something wrong?" Anole's innocent eyes stared into his wondering why his favourite teacher seemed down. "I think Victor, that I may have traumatized Mr.Drake." A smirk lit Anole's lip, Mr. Beaubier was funny on times even if most of the times he was as the others said " a real hard arse."