Another story :P

Disclaimer: Me no own Teen Titans

1. Me, the Murderer

Light filled the courtroom through large windows and intensified the heat inside. The courtroom was filled with people watching. This was no ordinary court case. Here in the courtroom, the infamous businessman Trigon Roth was being prosecuted. The jury walked back into the room and handed over their verdict.

‘If anyone else knows of any information concerning the death of Arella Roth then speak now.’ The judge spoke to the crowd.

I, Rachel Roth sat on the front bench near my father. As the judge spoke those words my father shot me a glare from the defense bench. I gulped, and thought of what he will do to me if his name is cleared. Of course I knew he would be set free because he would have bribed the jury. Sometimes he would send death threats or blackmail to get his way. I tried to shut out the painful memories of my mother dying by the hands of my demonic like father.

The judge’s words stuck in my head, playing over and over again. Slowly eating at my conscious. I replayed the scene of her mother fading away and my father telling me that if I told a living soul, what will befall me will be so much worse. I tried my best to push the thoughts aside. But they were consuming me. Blocking my very vision and swimming through my head, driving me to insanity…

‘No! STOP!’ I screamed, the torment was killing me and the guilt was rising up. I couldn’t take it any longer.

Everyone looked around instantly from my outburst and my face reddened a little. The jury looked puzzled while the judge looked angry. ‘This is a courtroom! If you cannot be quiet please leave.’

‘Please, I cannot take it anymore. I-I wish t-to give…a-a…wit-witness account.’ I looked over to my father, his face was redder than usual and his eyes gleamed with hatred.

‘Ok, please move to the stand.’

I walked briskly there to avoid my father’s death glares, but I could still feel them at the back of my head. A man carrying a bible came up to me once I had reached the stand. I placed one hand on the book and another in the air. He recited an oath ‘Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth to help your God?’

‘I do.’ I sat down and looked up at the judge. He gave me a gentle look as if trying to calm me down. I relaxed for a bit, but soon my eyes averted to those of my father and I immediately tensed up.

‘Rachel, I believe you are Trigon’s daughter, correct?’ He asked

‘Yes.’ I used my usual monotone voice, disguising everything I was feeling at the moment. I quickly covered the cuts and bruises with my sleeves so they wouldn’t put me in care if they saw them.

‘Where were you when the event happened?’

‘I was making some herbal tea for mother, it calms her when she goes into depression.’

‘So, could you give us your account of what happened?’

‘Yes,’ I took a deep breath to prepare for my true side of the story. ‘It was quite late at night, about 10pm, when my father came home. He had just gone down to the pub for a few drinks. He had a black eye and his lip was bleeding slightly. My mother rushed to his aid with some antiseptic and care for his wounds. But when she tried to help he backhanded her. Arella fell and I went to help her get up. Father started yelling at us for bringing his entire life down on top of him. Mother tried to calm him but he slapped her hard on the face. He brought out his belt and tried to hit her with it. I stood in his way although it did no help since he just swatted me away.

‘He turned to Arella and began beating her with his belt. She was crying in pain to make him stop. Normally he would’ve stopped by now and left us to be. However, he kept whipping her. I could barely watch anymore. He eventually stopped, and left for his study. Arella was injured and could barely walk but she still followed Trigon up the stairs. He pushed her hard and she…she…fell.’ Tears had been threatening to come throughout telling the story, but remembering Arella falling…life seemed to slow down at that instant as I helplessly watched mother fall down the stairs head first. ‘I t-try…I t-tried to h-help but it was…t-too late.’ A few tears escaped my eyes.

‘I see. Miss Roth, is there anything you might want to add?’

‘…Err…no.’ I didn’t want to tell them what he did afterwards to me. It doesn’t matter anyway, I’m strong and I’ll get used to it once the nightmares go away.

‘Very well, will the jury please reconsider their decision.’ They all filed out one by one to confer.

We waited and waited. I tried my best not to look at my father, but it was proving difficult. His eyes were drilling holes in my fore head. They were making me feel exposed and uncomfortable. It was like he could read me like a book. By accident, my eyes locked with his. Even though I’m no empath I could almost feel the white-hot rage and hatred coming off of him. I began to regret taking a stand against my father. He will just cause me more pain now.

After what could’ve been a moment, an hour or a lifetime the jury piled back in. One of them stood up to give the judge a slip of paper. He quickly read it and gestured for me to go back to my seat. I quickly complied.

‘This court hereby finds you, Trigon Roth…guilty of the following charges: assault, blackmail, grievous bodily harm and the murder of Arella Roth. You will be charged with capital punishment in three months time. Case closed!’ With that the police officers came in to take my father. I felt a twang of guilt; I had sent my own father to his death. The officers grabbed Trigon and began to drag him out of the room.

When he passed me he leant closer to my face. ‘I will get you.’ He hissed quietly, ‘There will be nowhere for you to run or hide. Wherever you go he will track you down and then you’ll wish you’d never been born.’ The police then dragged him off.

I knew whom he meant when he said that. He was referring to Michael, my ex-boyfriend, who was working for Trigon when I fell for him. But he cheated on me and the pain almost killed me when I found out. I promised I’d never let myself fall in love so easily again after that incident. I looked to the entrance to the court. There was someone by the door, someone with light silver hair and cold blue eyes. Michael. Trigon was serious about his threat.

I felt a hand placed on my shoulder and I looked up. The judge’s friendly face smiled down at me.

‘You did a very brave thing, Rachel. I don’t know many people who do what you did today.’

I mumbled a response that no one could actually hear. I really didn’t want to think about it at all.

‘Rachel, I had an idea.’ He continued in a hushed tone. ‘Your father doesn’t seem happy about this and it may not be…safe to return home. We could change that for you though.’

I looked at him with a puzzled expression, what did he mean?

‘Follow me.’ He led me to another door. He led me to a room with a large table in the center with chairs around. He told me to sit down so I did so.

There was a mirror opposite where I was sitting and I stared at my reflection and sighed. I hated my appearance. I had shoulder length straight deep violet hair and very pale skin, almost gray in fact. My deep purple eyes contrasted with my skin. I looked down; I’m too small. And my legs are fat, hence why I tend to wear baggy black combats.

The creaked open and the judge came back in followed by some others. Some members of the jury, a man with a camera and a girl with a handheld computer.

‘Rachel, I have been thinking.’ The judge started ‘Because of what you did…there maybe those who…who would make it …unsafe for you to remain here. That is why I thought it would be best if you were…relocated.’

It was obvious that he was making a lame attempt to brighten my situation. I knew that what he really meant was: Although what you did was right, you’re now gonna have thousands of bloodthirsty hit men after you. So unless you wanna become top of their kill list you’d better run like hell. I gave him a ‘do-you-really-think-I’m-gonna-buy-that’ look.

‘Rachel, this is Lindsay and Mark of the witness protection program. They’re going to find you a new home.’ They both waved absentmindedly and returned to looking over some files. The judge carried on. ‘They’ll give you a new name, new identity and a new life away from all of this.’

Wow, I might actually live longer than I originally predicted. But wouldn’t that mean I’d be living a lie?

Lindsay looked up triumphantly. ‘I’ve found a place for you to live. It’s in Jump City, California. Sorry but you’ll be sharing the apartment with another girl. She’s nice though and will be expecting you. Her name’s is Kori Anders.’

I stood outside Kori’s apartment block, unsure whether to go in or not. What if I got the wrong place? What if she no longer lived here? A thousand doubts swarmed my head. I breathed in heavily, and let it out slowly. Calm down, I thought. Just press the button for her flat. Slowly my hand rose to the button, hovering there a while. Get a grip with yourself for God’s sake. I firmly pressed the button in.

‘Hello? Who is it that I am speaking to?’ A voice came from the speaker.

I know it’s a short and very crappy first chapter. I was gonna do more but I was debating on her new name cud u give me any ideas? I have a couple except the obvious one, which is Raven.

Hope- you can guess what that means.

Lilith- means "of the night". It was the name of a demon in ancient Assyrian myths.

Anima- means “soul, spirit”. Some say an anima is one’s true inner self or soul.

Nila- means “dark blue”!

I simply can’t b arsed to do more at half past eleven at night. Read and review plz

-OceanLeviathan

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