Note: This is the sequel to my other Teen Titans Story, Les Miserables. Please read that first so you can at least know what's going all those who have read the story, welcome back and I hope you like it!


Fly me up on a silver wing
Past the black where the sirens sing
Warm me up in a nova's glow
And drop me down to the dream below


A thin young woman clad in black garb runs across the dark streets. She is breathing heavily, reminding herself that she has to breathe. The night is late and the stars are covered by dark clouds. As her thick boots hit the pavement they disturb the puddles beneath her feet and splash against her legs.

She turns down dark alleys, places too dangerous for unaccompanied girls such as herself. But this girl is not worried about that in the least. She could care less about the thugs and the creeps that roam the streets at night.

Smoke from pipes attached to the sides of walls block her vision as she runs but she pushes past them and ignores the fact that the streets are not well lit and the street lamps that do work flicker ominously.

This woman has news, news too classified for her to send in any written way. She must get this news passed on as soon as possible, should she fail to do this she is aware of the consequences. Normally she is not as concerned for the safety of others but tonight she is.

In her mind she knows that where she found this out was not safe, but ever since a certain event she knew she had to be involved with these people. For the safety of others and herself she took on this job. She does what they all tell her, they pay her with cash as well as something else much more important they don't realize they give her. Information.

This right now is why she does what she does.

The woman continues running, wishing in her head she did not wear heeled boots. She is very capable running in them but it never is as easy as sneakers. She didn't own sneakers. In this instance she wishes that she didn't always buy the impractical footwear simply for the fashion.

She is not a woman of particular endurance, she is not inadequate but also does not have the energy to run across the city as she must do now.

As she runs before turning the corner a she hears voices and stops instantly at the last second, hiding behind the wall. She peaks over to see who it is.

Super.

Two men she knows are there. Should they recognize her she is exposed. No one can suspect her as a traitor, not if she wants to stay alive. She makes sure to tuck any strands of hair into her hat and steady her aviator shades on the bridge of her nose. When she is prepared she turns the corner and confidently walks towards them.

One whistles, probably due to her tiny shorts that show off a large percentage of her thin, smooth legs.

She continues approaching them and flashes a pretty smile. She knows she can charm them but she'd rather do something a little different.

"Hey pretty la—"

He is cut off by her swift fist hitting his cheek violently, knocking him out cold. The second man curses and runs towards her, gun in his hand.

The woman moves, quick as lightning, kicking the gun out of his hand. She grabs his shoulders, knees him violently in the abdomen and slams his head against the brick wall.

When she sees he is unconscious she picks up his gun, checks the contents and secures it on the side of her shorts.

"Oops." She smirks mischievously, not sounding like it was an accident at all.

She continues running and finally reaches her destination.

Fumbling with her keys she opens the door and tip toes through the rooms and up to the loft upstairs. She grabs her phone and dials a number quickly. As it rings she taps her feet anxiously,

"C'mon, pick up, pick up, pick up." She mutters.

"Hello?"

She breathes out in relief,

"He's alive."

"How?"

"No idea, but I've seen him."

"And?"

"He's after them, after all of us."

"I'll alert Abigail and Emma. Are you going to tell the others?"

"…I don't know." The woman admitted, "I better go."

"I'll keep you posted."

"Thanks."

She hangs up the phone, visibly relaxing, but stiffens when she hears someone coming up the ladder leading to the loft.

A head pops up.

"Hey you." The man says with a smile.

"Hey." The woman replies, almost wording it as a question.

"Why are you wearing that?" He asked with a smirk, walking up to pull her hat and sunglasses off.

Long pink hair falls across her face and she huffs, causing her hair to fly up.

"Work, you know that."

He tries to appear nonchalant but she can see the disapproval in his eyes. She knows he hates her line of work, but doesn't say anything,

"What are you still doing here anyways?" She asks.

"Finishing up a job downstairs."

"Well it's rude to barge into a lady's room, so shoo."

"I don't see a lady here."

She glares at him with pink eyes,

"I'm sleepy, leave me alone."

"OK, fine I'll be back tomorrow morning so be ready."

"Whatever, just leave already before I hit you."

He chuckled and left the loft leaving her alone.

She lay down on her bed and her brows furrowed. She had a lot to think about. It was almost surreal.

I'll be seeing you soon I guess "Emma".

A very different young woman watches the sun set. It's windy and all the leaves have fallen from the trees. Her expression is solemn for she knows what is coming. The cool wind blows through her short dark hair as her eyes stay fixated on the horizon.

The day had come. She was not expecting it yet it came. Suddenly, and unwanted for she had no desire to return to her old ways.

Hands in her pocket and posture serious, the woman sighed.

She feels another presence behind her, she doesn't turn around, she knows who it is.

"We are leaving then?"

"Yes we are." The other speaker says.

"He's alive?"

"Somehow yes."

"Pest." The woman remarks humorlessly, "Well, let's not waste my time. I'm ready to go when you are."

"You sure you're alright with this Emma?"

"Are you really asking me that?"

No response.

"I'm going." The woman confirmed, "Whether I like it or not."

She turns around and walks past the other woman without so much as a glace.

She does not like it.

Not one bit.


Cause I'm only a crack in this castle of glass
Hardly anything there for you to see.
For you to see

-Linkin Park (Castle of Glass)


Hello again to those of you who read my other story. Nice to see you. How have you been? Happy New Year.

Here's the sequel. Never thought I'd do it but I did.

I know the chapter is a little confusing since there isn't really many names. It's meant to be like that. As for the Abigail and Emma thing, that remains yet to be seen, meaning you won't understand it for another couple chapters.

Sorry the chapter is so short but it's only the prologue and it wasn't meant to be long like my other story's was. It's a wee taste of what's to come and it kind of sets the tone of the entire story.

I have the next two chapters written, not sure when I will get the chance to post them though. I have finals coming up so it might be a little while. Sorry about that, but it can't really be helped, can it?

I decided to have song lyrics at the end and beginning of each chapter. I tend to listen to a lot of music when I come up with story ideas or write. Some lyrics or songs really capture or inspired what I thought of when writing each chapter so I thought I would share them with you. Is that weird? Probably, but I'm going to do it anyways.

I surprisingly don't have much else to say. Usually I have terribly long author's notes that no one probably reads.

Anyways, here it is, the sequel. Look forward to more and have a lovely new year.