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ahoradameunnombre · 25 days ago

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For this chapter, I thought to make a colony of body parts that live in the sewers like ants of some sort and prey on lonely people to grow in number. Since I'm choosing horror I think that this incarnation of the Teen Titans will be more mystery-focused than action. So the starting point will be missing people. The story would develop in the sewers, in dark and closed places. They would have to rely on hearing the parts, and could not use lights because the eyes would see them. I think it would give Garth a place to shine because of his strength and capacity to live in dark places.

In the original story, the cause is a chemical, but I don't think that holds up in modern times so I'm thinking that maybe it can be a curse (??). I want something that leaves them out of their comfort zones, you can't run, you can't punch, you can't see.

Maybe at the end, I'd let them catch them but can't break the curse. And it could become a recurrent villain.....

TEEN TITANS horror: SEPARATED MAN

Walking back home on a rainy day, a young woman hears her own footsteps on the ground. She stops. A pounding sound pierce the air from one sewer just below her feet. She looks. A hundred eyes look back at her. She jumps but when she looks back there’s nothing there. She walks faster, it must be her imagination. She keeps walking but some steps follow her. She walks faster, it must be her imagination. She feels watched. She looks behind but finds no one. A tapping sound comes from above. She looks up but there’s nothing there.

It gets darker, she walks faster. A laugh pierced the air from a close alley. She walks faster. The footsteps follow her close by, but there are more, two people, maybe three. But when she looks back there’s no one, even if the sound persists. The tapping sounds multiply by the second and as more feet join the army behind her a chorus of laughing voices starts the harmony. She looks around and sees nothing but a pair of eyes shining from one alley. Someone is watching her. She starts to run as fast as she can.

The sound and the eyes grow in number. A hand takes her by the ankle. She falls. Something rolls in front of her. One brown eyeball looks at her from the ground. From the sewers, hands start to crawl making a tapping sound. She is surrounded. The hands crawl over her body. She is paralyzed. Feet jumps up once and again like the drums in a ritual in perfect circles around her. Big red mouths laugh from the walls.

The hands hold her limbs tightly. She can’t move. One hand crawls to the mouth’s covered wall and puts a finger between its teeth. The mouth bites. One hand opens her mouth and the bleeding hand puts the wounded finger in her mouth. Once the blood touches her tongue the hands close her mouth and pinches her nose. She has to swallow.

The hands leave her body. The eyeballs roll in circles around her. The feet jump faster. The hands clap with each other and the mouths start singing. She breathes deeply. She is scared. She screams. Her hands ache. Her fingers move out of her control. Her whole body contorts out of control and it hurts, it hurts badly. She screams.

Her hands pull themselves out of her wrist and “walk” towards her ankles. They take the feet and pull till the feet are jumping around. She cannot scream anymore. Her mouth sings alongside the mouths on the wall. The hands go for the ears and throw them to the ground. The pain numbs her feelings. The hands grab her nose and take it with a piece of bone. She cannot see anymore. Her eyeballs roll erratically in her eye sockets. Soon both of them roll out of place.

She is on the ground. Everything hurts. She hugs herself in a ball. She feels nauseous. Her singing lips drop to the concrete. The teeth fall one by one making a sound when facing the hard floor. From the hole in between her jaws, the tongue comes out like a snake. She has thrown up her own mouth that now sings its song without her.

Then she can just reach with her handless limbs towards a heart that beats too fast. Her eyeless face cries. The hands crawl back at the peek of a high note. Her limbs are held against the ground. It is like a ritual. The hands touch her chest pierce her skin and go deeper and deeper. The heart rises above her. The hands take it. Nor even her heart belongs to her body.

Everything returns to silence. The eyes (her eyes too) return to the sewers first as they are sensitive, then the mouths (her own mouth too), then the hands and the feet (herself bleeding). One hand tough stay. The hand shakes in all directions and starts to grow. One foot, then another, till it is the size of a horse. The hand takes the body and drags it to one alley to never be seen again.

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