Save-The-Teen-Titans

Chapter One Starfire sat in her chair cozied up with an Earth book. Sighing, she looked out of the window and watched the stars twinkling above, wondering when she would return to them. Her room was cluttered, beauty magazines and scarves and bags scattered over her purple carpet, leftovers from recent shopping trips to which she dragged her very reluctant best friend Raven along. A cat lay purring on her lap, Starfire stroked it absent-mindedly while it slept; her mind was elsewhere. On the desk sat multiple shades of pink nail polish next to her modern computer, which she had painted smiley faces on the previous day. A pop song from her

Chapter Two When Robin woke up he was in a dark room, he could just make out the faded light from the lamps swinging slowly from the ceiling. He could feel that his head had been pounding, but now he just felt the echo of it, and the grogginess that came with the drugs he must have been injected with. Preparing himself for battle as best he could whilst being chained to a chair and barely being able to see anything, Robin squinted his eyes and sat still. 5 minutes later, Robin was beginning to come to the conclusion that he was under no immediate threat, and his eyes had adjusted enough to see that there was nobody else in the room. Confus

Chapter Three In the corridor, Robin was stumbling, hands reaching out to the walls, groping his way through the sudden light. He stood still for a minute, letting his eyes readjust. The walls blurred and un-blurred, finally coming to a standstill with clarity. In front of him hung a blown up picture of Cyborg holding Beast Boy's arms behind his back as Raven fed him custard from Tamaran, a specialty that the others had pretended to like whilst trying their hardest not to throw it back up. Beast Boy, meanwhile, had automatically coughed it out, exclaiming loudly "What IS that?! Are you tryna poison us, Star?!". Smiling at the memory, Robi

Chapter Four The beginning. 
Or the end? The sky was black with smoke. Screams erupted from every building, every rooftop, street corners. Young children whose parents had gone out were left crying, alone, choking with the fumes that would soon consume them. Nobody knew what had come over the city, but they did know that this would be a very dark day in their history, if there was to be a future. Inside churches, believers and non-believers alike huddled together in prayer. A low laugh echoed over the land, mounting until the ears of the citizens could barely hear their own screams. Lights flashed on and off, while the Tower of the

Chapter Five If you put a frog into boiling water, it will jump straight back out again. However, if you put the frog into cold water and slowly boil it, There it will remain, until it is dead. Layers of ash, dirt clouds, disease and fear filled the air. On the hills surrounding the west of the city, sprays descended. These sprays followed a line down through the earth, mud and rock, into the upper mantle. The pipes that could allow for such usage were made of a titanium/tungsten alloy, available to the man only by secret services; for who would ever  need such a thing for normal circumstances? Molten lava was being poured onto the city