Post by Lillith Tiller on Feb 6, 2010 23:50:42 GMT -5
Shiro was back.
Half-hidden behind a newspaper, Shiro's blue eyes scanned the dirty but functional subway, listening to the slight screech of the train next to her and the quiet murmur of converation between the late commuters that had just arrived. Avoiding the grime of the subway benches, she sat on a rock she had turned into one close to the train, left palm pressed flat against the seat beside her to keep it from changing back.
Since Ferus had died, things had gone downhill. She had retreated from the battle, flying high into the mountains near Titans Tower. There, she had been left alone with her thoughts, and without distraction, the already dark and angry ideas became furious and deadly, and Shiro had become nearly transformed in her wrath. Not only did she feel betrayed by Ferus, who she had thought shared her ideas of survival, but she blamed Ferus's death and her own anger on the city's group of heroes:
The Teen Titans. Or, more specifically Robin.
He was the one that had dashed out without back up, after all. It was rash, and he had expected the other "heroes" to take the bullet for him. Either that, or he hadn't thought a deadly situation through, and it had ended in Ferus's death. And Robin? He had lost nothing in return? The battle had been won, and he was back to living his normal life.
Shiro would not stand for that. Robin would pay for the crimes he had committed, and he would be punished. And if no one would do it, Shiro would.
But how?
The obvious answer was to hurt the people of Jump City, but that was morally wrong. It was what had held Shiro back for such a long time. But then she realized: what did it matter? Jump City was a dump city, and people would be better off dead. Besides, if Robin really was such a good superhero that deserved people dying for him, he should be able to stop her.
But there would be nothing to stop her, because Robin wouldn't be able to do it. No cell would hold her, few bullets could touch her, and she could even turn rocks and clothes to soil and conduct electricity to the ground. With a vengeance, she'd be unstoppable.
And sure, it'd be hard hurting people. But that was just a sacrifice she had to make. For the greater good.
Shiro's hair was short, now, still white but in a pixie cut. She was dressed in the normal attire of a teenager, blending in as a sort of punk girl. Of course, no one would be seeing any of her in a few seconds.
As half the people left the train, the lights in the subway went out. There were screams, gasps, and Shiro stood, removing her hand from the bench and folding the newspaper slowly. She placed in on the ground, and while she was bent, touched the cement.
Instantly, the ground below the subway vanished -- or, rather, it turned into a small pebble and fell to the ground. Remaining crouched on the ground, Shiro watched, steeling what compassion that was left in her heart, as the subway train plummeted toward the ground she hadn't transformed... fifty feet below.
Half-hidden behind a newspaper, Shiro's blue eyes scanned the dirty but functional subway, listening to the slight screech of the train next to her and the quiet murmur of converation between the late commuters that had just arrived. Avoiding the grime of the subway benches, she sat on a rock she had turned into one close to the train, left palm pressed flat against the seat beside her to keep it from changing back.
Since Ferus had died, things had gone downhill. She had retreated from the battle, flying high into the mountains near Titans Tower. There, she had been left alone with her thoughts, and without distraction, the already dark and angry ideas became furious and deadly, and Shiro had become nearly transformed in her wrath. Not only did she feel betrayed by Ferus, who she had thought shared her ideas of survival, but she blamed Ferus's death and her own anger on the city's group of heroes:
The Teen Titans. Or, more specifically Robin.
He was the one that had dashed out without back up, after all. It was rash, and he had expected the other "heroes" to take the bullet for him. Either that, or he hadn't thought a deadly situation through, and it had ended in Ferus's death. And Robin? He had lost nothing in return? The battle had been won, and he was back to living his normal life.
Shiro would not stand for that. Robin would pay for the crimes he had committed, and he would be punished. And if no one would do it, Shiro would.
But how?
The obvious answer was to hurt the people of Jump City, but that was morally wrong. It was what had held Shiro back for such a long time. But then she realized: what did it matter? Jump City was a dump city, and people would be better off dead. Besides, if Robin really was such a good superhero that deserved people dying for him, he should be able to stop her.
But there would be nothing to stop her, because Robin wouldn't be able to do it. No cell would hold her, few bullets could touch her, and she could even turn rocks and clothes to soil and conduct electricity to the ground. With a vengeance, she'd be unstoppable.
And sure, it'd be hard hurting people. But that was just a sacrifice she had to make. For the greater good.
Shiro's hair was short, now, still white but in a pixie cut. She was dressed in the normal attire of a teenager, blending in as a sort of punk girl. Of course, no one would be seeing any of her in a few seconds.
As half the people left the train, the lights in the subway went out. There were screams, gasps, and Shiro stood, removing her hand from the bench and folding the newspaper slowly. She placed in on the ground, and while she was bent, touched the cement.
Instantly, the ground below the subway vanished -- or, rather, it turned into a small pebble and fell to the ground. Remaining crouched on the ground, Shiro watched, steeling what compassion that was left in her heart, as the subway train plummeted toward the ground she hadn't transformed... fifty feet below.
