PhoenixMacGyver
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Okay, so I've managed to get off my butt and start rewriting the second (and, to date, last) tickling story. Like my earlier story, "Afternoon Delight", I will post this one in two seperate parts: the build-up, and the actual tickling. This one may take a little longer, since I decided to replace the villain in this story from a OC to a more recognizable character. I just don;t know who as of the moment. I hope to have the rest of this story posted up by Wednesday, but please don't hold me to it. And furthermore, thanks to all those who enjoyed my first story. Hopefully I can get inspried enough to tackle a few other genres later on down the road.
Okay, enough rambling. Here's the first part of "There Will Be Laughter".
As the moon rose high into the night sky of Titan City, many of its’ inhabitants were heading home for the time being, their minds set on the day that was to come. Some, however, enjoyed the solitude. Raven was one of these people.
As the darkest member of the Teen Titans, she rather enjoyed the silence and calm of the moonlit night. It was the perfect time to take a long walk and ponder whatever questions one may have on his or her mind – which was exactly what she was in the midst of doing.
As she walked the lonely streets, she wrapped her cloak around her body tightly, barring the cold from making her shiver. Her mind had no time to comment on the weather, as it was intently focused on the events that had transpired mere hours before…
“Why can’t I have a little privacy?!” Raven snapped at her fellow Titans. “Every time I finally get comfortable, someone has to walk in with some kind of problem, question, or simply nothing better to do that annoy me, and I’m TIRED OF IT!”
“Hey!” Beast Boy shot back. “My question on whether or not you knew how to remove chocolate pudding from an intake manifold WAS important!”
This response got BB some strange looks from the other Titans.
“Why in the world would you want to know something like that?” Robin asked, befuddled.
“Uhhh…” Beast Boy stammered, realizing he had revealed more than his wanted to about a certain situation. “..Well, that’s really not the issue right now. What’s up is Raven’s attitude!”
“I must admit also that Raven has been acting somewhat apprehensively for the past few days,” Starfire spoke up. “Perhaps her emotional state has something to do with the strange communications she received a few nights ag-!”
The alien princess was cut off as Raven clamped a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide open and her gray skin burning. Mentally, she resolved never to share any private issues with Starfire in the near future unless she was sure the girl could keep them private for more than a few hours.
Robin looked at Raven, suspicion in his eyes. Raven had always been rather private, but he had never seen her so worked up about a situation. Something was bothering her, but she was too proud to let on. “What communications is Starfire talking about, Rae?” he asked.
For a moment, it seemed as if Raven was at a loss for words. Suddenly, her eyes narrowed and her face contorted in rage. “It’s none of your business!” she cried. “Now, everybody…just…LEAVE ME ALONE!”
With that, Raven stormed off to her room, leaving the rest of the Titans to their own accord.
‘Something’s seriously wrong here,’ the Boy Wonder thought to himself. His train of thought, however, was interrupted as he saw Cyborg charging towards the elevator.
“Cyborg, where are you going?” he asked.
The Titan turned and looked at the caped hero, an expression of panic on his face. “After BB’s question about chocolate pudding in an intake manifold, I think I need to check on the Cy-Car!” he said.
As the elevator doors shut, Robin chuckled to himself. It was then that he saw Raven emerge from her room, the hood of her cloak pulled up. It was evident that she wasn’t planning on a cozy night indoors.
“Where are you headed?” he asked her, being careful not to upset her further.
“Out.” Raven’s voice was a sharp as a dagger. “Here.”
As she spoke, the boy felt something being pushed into the palm of his right hand. Looking down, he realized that he was holding Raven’s communicator.
“Raven, what’s the meaning of this?” he asked her, trying to find her eyes in the darkness of her cloak.
“So you can’t track me or bother me,” she said, dryly. “I will return when I feel it’s time. Until then, I’m a ghost.”
As she turned to leave, Robin grabbed her shoulder and spun her back to back him. He was somewhat taken aback as he saw the girl’s eyes shine bright white from under the hood.
“You know, I could send you through the wall, and there’d be nothing you could do about it,” she snarled.
“But you won’t.” Robin’s voice held the same hard edge as her own.
The light slowly faded from Raven’s eyes, revealing a more somber expression from the shadows. “Forgive me,” she said quietly. “I am…not myself.”
“I know,” Robin said, his voice becoming softer. “Here.”
A moment later, the girl was again wearing her communicator as the boy reaffixed it to the shoulder of her cloak. “I promise, none of us will follow you unless you send for us, alright?”
Despite his words, Raven still felt uncertain.
“Alright then,” she said after a moment’s hesitation. “But only if I personally call for you, comprende?”
Robin smiled. “Completely,” he said.
Raven managed a faint smile back, and headed towards the elevator.
Raven shook her head, clearing her mind of the incident. Now was not the time to dwell on those events. The main thing on her mind was and had been the strange communications she had indeed received a few nights before in her dreams. While average people would most likely have blown off any strange occurrences in their dreams, Raven’s history as a psychic and oracle gave these dreams meaning. She had foreseen the destruction of Earth at her own hands, guided by her father Trigon, years before the event even began to take shape – though she had never informed the Titans of the prophecy until she was certain that it was coming true. For her, strange dreams were not nightmares – they were visions.
This vision had been disturbing to say the least. Raven was so wound up she felt like she could jump to the moon. It had depicted a dark figure, standing in an abandoned warehouse, beckoning to her. She could not make out the figure’s face, but in its’ hand was an object. This object had been long, and arched back to a tip.
As she walked on, Raven contemplated this item: it could have been a dagger, or even a sword, or maybe even a –
The girl stopped dead in her tracks. An interesting image had suddenly floated into her mind.
“What?” she muttered to herself. “But that’s not threatening at all. It couldn’t be…”
Suddenly, her eyes began to take in the view around her, unclouded by her thoughts. As she took in the scene, she felt a chill run down her spine.
Somehow, in some way, Raven’s mind had led her to the same warehouse that had been depicted in her dreams. She hesitated, wondering if her visions were of something more horrifying than she knew. What if it had been visions of …her death?
Taking a deep breath, Raven set her jaw. Whatever she was looking for was inside of this building, and she had to find it. Summing up her courage, she pushed open the rusted door of the warehouse, and slipped into the darkness inside.
The warehouse lingered with the smell of dust and rusted metal. It had been condemned by the city four years ago for not being up to code, but the city had never quite gotten around to demolishing it. Since then, it had served as a hideout for would-be criminals – at least, until then found a more permanent residence in the county jail thanks to the Teen Titans.
‘The Titans’, Raven thought to herself as her eyes adjusted to the dark. ‘Maybe I could use their help after all…No. This is my fight, and I have to walk this path alone.’
Still, as she made her way through the darkened building, she had the feeling that she was not alone. Every nerve in her body twitched as she delved deeper into the darkness.
Suddenly, a voice rang out across the building, echoing out from among the walls: “Raven, I’m glad you came. Now we can get down to business.”
The Titan hid her ever-growing fear as she shouted back: “And just what business might that be?!”
To her horror, she felt the presence of someone near her. Before she could react, she heard a voice whisper softly into her ear, saying “You’ll find out soon enough, my dear.”
Suddenly, there was a horrible THUD, and the back of Raven’s head exploded in sheer pain.
Then…darkness.
Okay, enough rambling. Here's the first part of "There Will Be Laughter".
As the moon rose high into the night sky of Titan City, many of its’ inhabitants were heading home for the time being, their minds set on the day that was to come. Some, however, enjoyed the solitude. Raven was one of these people.
As the darkest member of the Teen Titans, she rather enjoyed the silence and calm of the moonlit night. It was the perfect time to take a long walk and ponder whatever questions one may have on his or her mind – which was exactly what she was in the midst of doing.
As she walked the lonely streets, she wrapped her cloak around her body tightly, barring the cold from making her shiver. Her mind had no time to comment on the weather, as it was intently focused on the events that had transpired mere hours before…
“Why can’t I have a little privacy?!” Raven snapped at her fellow Titans. “Every time I finally get comfortable, someone has to walk in with some kind of problem, question, or simply nothing better to do that annoy me, and I’m TIRED OF IT!”
“Hey!” Beast Boy shot back. “My question on whether or not you knew how to remove chocolate pudding from an intake manifold WAS important!”
This response got BB some strange looks from the other Titans.
“Why in the world would you want to know something like that?” Robin asked, befuddled.
“Uhhh…” Beast Boy stammered, realizing he had revealed more than his wanted to about a certain situation. “..Well, that’s really not the issue right now. What’s up is Raven’s attitude!”
“I must admit also that Raven has been acting somewhat apprehensively for the past few days,” Starfire spoke up. “Perhaps her emotional state has something to do with the strange communications she received a few nights ag-!”
The alien princess was cut off as Raven clamped a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide open and her gray skin burning. Mentally, she resolved never to share any private issues with Starfire in the near future unless she was sure the girl could keep them private for more than a few hours.
Robin looked at Raven, suspicion in his eyes. Raven had always been rather private, but he had never seen her so worked up about a situation. Something was bothering her, but she was too proud to let on. “What communications is Starfire talking about, Rae?” he asked.
For a moment, it seemed as if Raven was at a loss for words. Suddenly, her eyes narrowed and her face contorted in rage. “It’s none of your business!” she cried. “Now, everybody…just…LEAVE ME ALONE!”
With that, Raven stormed off to her room, leaving the rest of the Titans to their own accord.
‘Something’s seriously wrong here,’ the Boy Wonder thought to himself. His train of thought, however, was interrupted as he saw Cyborg charging towards the elevator.
“Cyborg, where are you going?” he asked.
The Titan turned and looked at the caped hero, an expression of panic on his face. “After BB’s question about chocolate pudding in an intake manifold, I think I need to check on the Cy-Car!” he said.
As the elevator doors shut, Robin chuckled to himself. It was then that he saw Raven emerge from her room, the hood of her cloak pulled up. It was evident that she wasn’t planning on a cozy night indoors.
“Where are you headed?” he asked her, being careful not to upset her further.
“Out.” Raven’s voice was a sharp as a dagger. “Here.”
As she spoke, the boy felt something being pushed into the palm of his right hand. Looking down, he realized that he was holding Raven’s communicator.
“Raven, what’s the meaning of this?” he asked her, trying to find her eyes in the darkness of her cloak.
“So you can’t track me or bother me,” she said, dryly. “I will return when I feel it’s time. Until then, I’m a ghost.”
As she turned to leave, Robin grabbed her shoulder and spun her back to back him. He was somewhat taken aback as he saw the girl’s eyes shine bright white from under the hood.
“You know, I could send you through the wall, and there’d be nothing you could do about it,” she snarled.
“But you won’t.” Robin’s voice held the same hard edge as her own.
The light slowly faded from Raven’s eyes, revealing a more somber expression from the shadows. “Forgive me,” she said quietly. “I am…not myself.”
“I know,” Robin said, his voice becoming softer. “Here.”
A moment later, the girl was again wearing her communicator as the boy reaffixed it to the shoulder of her cloak. “I promise, none of us will follow you unless you send for us, alright?”
Despite his words, Raven still felt uncertain.
“Alright then,” she said after a moment’s hesitation. “But only if I personally call for you, comprende?”
Robin smiled. “Completely,” he said.
Raven managed a faint smile back, and headed towards the elevator.
Raven shook her head, clearing her mind of the incident. Now was not the time to dwell on those events. The main thing on her mind was and had been the strange communications she had indeed received a few nights before in her dreams. While average people would most likely have blown off any strange occurrences in their dreams, Raven’s history as a psychic and oracle gave these dreams meaning. She had foreseen the destruction of Earth at her own hands, guided by her father Trigon, years before the event even began to take shape – though she had never informed the Titans of the prophecy until she was certain that it was coming true. For her, strange dreams were not nightmares – they were visions.
This vision had been disturbing to say the least. Raven was so wound up she felt like she could jump to the moon. It had depicted a dark figure, standing in an abandoned warehouse, beckoning to her. She could not make out the figure’s face, but in its’ hand was an object. This object had been long, and arched back to a tip.
As she walked on, Raven contemplated this item: it could have been a dagger, or even a sword, or maybe even a –
The girl stopped dead in her tracks. An interesting image had suddenly floated into her mind.
“What?” she muttered to herself. “But that’s not threatening at all. It couldn’t be…”
Suddenly, her eyes began to take in the view around her, unclouded by her thoughts. As she took in the scene, she felt a chill run down her spine.
Somehow, in some way, Raven’s mind had led her to the same warehouse that had been depicted in her dreams. She hesitated, wondering if her visions were of something more horrifying than she knew. What if it had been visions of …her death?
Taking a deep breath, Raven set her jaw. Whatever she was looking for was inside of this building, and she had to find it. Summing up her courage, she pushed open the rusted door of the warehouse, and slipped into the darkness inside.
The warehouse lingered with the smell of dust and rusted metal. It had been condemned by the city four years ago for not being up to code, but the city had never quite gotten around to demolishing it. Since then, it had served as a hideout for would-be criminals – at least, until then found a more permanent residence in the county jail thanks to the Teen Titans.
‘The Titans’, Raven thought to herself as her eyes adjusted to the dark. ‘Maybe I could use their help after all…No. This is my fight, and I have to walk this path alone.’
Still, as she made her way through the darkened building, she had the feeling that she was not alone. Every nerve in her body twitched as she delved deeper into the darkness.
Suddenly, a voice rang out across the building, echoing out from among the walls: “Raven, I’m glad you came. Now we can get down to business.”
The Titan hid her ever-growing fear as she shouted back: “And just what business might that be?!”
To her horror, she felt the presence of someone near her. Before she could react, she heard a voice whisper softly into her ear, saying “You’ll find out soon enough, my dear.”
Suddenly, there was a horrible THUD, and the back of Raven’s head exploded in sheer pain.
Then…darkness.