Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans, nor will I ever own the Teen Titans.
How in the world could it have come to this?
The last couple weeks have been totally insane. All of us have been thrown into situations that we couldn't possibly imagine. I mean, none of us could ever have anticipated any of this. Any of this. It's so nightmarish. I don't know what to say.
I mean, my God, look at what we've had to do. None of us are proud of what we've done. None of us. We've had to torture. We've had to maim. Dear God, we've had to kill. Why? Why were we forced into this? Why, God? Why?
I guess that we should have known from the start that it wasn't going to turn out too well. I mean, it's not too often that we get the last person we'd ever expect knocking on our door asking for help. Everyone knows what happened, so I don't have to say anything. I feel like we've all lost something. Something we can never gain again. Our humanity. I don't know if any of us can say we have all of our humanity. I mean, we've all been forced to kill.
It's not an easy thing to cope with. You would think that if someone was trying to kill you, you wouldn't have too many long term qualms about killing them. But you do. It haunts you. For God's sake, I shot someone in the head in cold blood! How could I have done that?
And here's where we are today. A totally unanticipated situation. I can't stick around here. It's too painful. There's too much baggage left over from those fateful weeks in April. None of us will ever forget the April of 2007. No one will. It's the new September 11. I mean, I'm going on and on about what's happened to us, but the whole world's gone to hell. The government's in an uproar and the Justice League is trying to cover for us. But I don't think they'll be able to. The general public wants to hang us out to dry. Maybe we should. I mean, come on. Five hundred thousand people died because of our mistake.
It's all too much. We've killed, we've caused death, and we'll never be the same. The Teen Titans will never be the same. But none of this is even the worst part. The worst part of this………
I can't even talk about it yet. It's too painful. Who would've guessed that we'd wind up someplace like there, of all places? It's all too much. I don't even think any of us have really come to terms with it yet. I know that the JL has had some experience with stuff like this, but we've never encountered anything like it. It'll be a while before we even figure out what happened to us. It's all too much. It's too crazy. As Mas y Menos would say, "Estamos locos." "We're crazy." We certainly are. We've gone to hell and back.
But we also found out that this world can just as easily be turned into a veritable hell. Why? I still don't know if I can talk about it. It's all so much. I mean, what happened is...
Fine. I need to tell someone. I need to say what happened. They usually say that that's good. If something's bugging you, you tell someone about it to get it off your chest. You know what? They're wrong. God knows how many reporters we've talked to. You think that made me feel any better, telling who knows how many people what happened? It doesn't. But I just need to say it to myself, because I may still be in denial about it.
We lost one of our own. One of our own is…….
Author's Note: So, have I grabbed your attention? Short, I know, but it's just the prologue. It's not meant to be long. I'm almost finished with Chapter One, so it should be up soon. Thank you.