Author's Note: Yo. I'm reposting this after its abrupt removal. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: Don't own the Titans… yet, blah blah blah. Nor do I own "The Warrior Is A Child" by Gary V.

I cringed as his nails sank into my flesh. The more I gasped for air, the more his grip tightened on my neck. His one eye narrowed and I saw an evil glint light up in it.

"I win." He panted, with the same eerie, haunting voice I loathed from the first time I heard it.

Tears squeezed out of my eyes. Then it struck me. All my life I lived for one true purpose. I promised myself I will never be overpowered. The goal to not give anyone the satisfaction of victory over me was carved into my soul. I willed myself that I will die because of a defeat. Why should I stop now, and more so, in the hand of this ruthless scoundrel?

Suddenly, the tables turned. Fate was now on my side.

Lately I've been winning battles left and right

But even winners get wounded in the fight

People say that I'm amazing

I'm strong beyond my years

But they don't see inside of me

I'm hiding all the tears

Despite his firm hold on my throat, I smiled wickedly. Then, with strength I never knew I had, I threw him off me and watched him crash into a wall. I stood up unperturbedly stood up and put my foot down over his head with all my might. This was it. This was my chance to take revenge upon him for all the pain he had inflicted over me and the ones I cared for. This was payback for all those restless nights when he haunted my dreams and threatened my sanity.

I took his own dagger from his hands and observed him. Here he was, a grown man, my mortal nemesis, lying helpless and weak in the hands of a boy he had tormented. Pools of tears spilled from my face. I took the mask that lay against my eyes, to make the last of the laughter die from within him, so the last things he will ever see were the icy blue eyes of one of the poor souls he tortured when he lived.

They don't know that I come running home when I fall down

They don't know who picks me up when no one is around

I drop my sword and cry for just a while

Coz deep inside this armor

The warrior is a child

"Who's winning now, you monster?" My voice, though cold and unforgiving, shook like the sound that might come from a hesitant child. How, even when he was to meet his demise, does he manage to arouse my anxiety? "You're pathetic, you know that?" Was all I could muster. Hot salty streams flowed down my face, gathering in small puddles on the floor.

Unafraid because his arrow is the best

But even soldiers need a quiet place to rest

People say that I'm amazing

I never face retreat, oh no

But they don't see the enemies

That lay me at his feet

I had had enough. With anger burning like Hades inside of me, I plunged the blade into his chest. I felt it sink deeper and deeper, into the depths of a wicked heart. The blood poured out freely, in pools beside his nearly lifeless body, and I could taste his death in the air. Never in my whole life had I been more pleased. I roughly pulled the knife out, and to my own twisted delight saw his heart at the end of it. With already bloody hands I grasped it, his life force that once ran through his veins spurting out, warm and thick. All for my pleasure.

I let it fall on the ground. I stepped back suddenly, unmasked eyes widening in horror at what I had just done. It finally dawned on me that there was more than one monster in the room.

They don't know that I come running home when I fall down

They don't know who picks me up when no one is around

I drop my sword and look up for a smile

Coz deep inside this armor

The warrior is a child