The House of Jerrak

Chapter 1

It's far too cold to do anything outside of my house today, I've got mountains of AP homework to do, but there's no where I'd rather be than sitting at my computer and writing this story. 

Read on!

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Blaire's POV

I awoke at the sound of pounding from my 'home' on the tile floor, assuming the pounding was solely coming from the throbbing in my head after this morning's delightful encounter with the Mysterious Asshole. 

Groaning  for what seemed like the millionth today, I squeezed my eyes shut tightly before realizing that the pounding was not in my own head. 

It was real.

Five separate sets of clanging resonated throughout my entire little hovel, making me self-consciously sit up, my hands aching in protest against the metal restraints that surrounded them. I grimaced when I was greeted with silence.

He's taunting me. Trying to scare me. Dick. 

I heard several gasps come from the opposite side of the room, making the lack of Mysterious Asshole very evident to me. The annoyingly bright lights flickered on, effectively blurring my vision entirely, an ongoing joke that the Masked Dickhead was undoubtedly laughing about right now. I lifted my head reluctantly, still unsure of whether or not I should trust that someone had arrived other than the two-faced torturer. 

With a blank expression, my eyes immediately spotted another masked face.

Shit.

But this mask was different, comforting even. It held no hostility, no evil, no glint of satisfaction in my pain. I skimmed over the other figures in the room, a little green boy with an under-bite, a Dwayne Johnson look-alike that was mostly robotic, an emo girl, and a barely visible head of red hair.  

How lucky do I have to be to  earn such a promising rescue team?

I smirked, their shocked expressions unchanging for a while too long.

"Are you guys just gonna stand there and stare at me like that, or are you gonna help me get the hell out of here?"

My question seemed to have effectively broken the group out of their revere, stirring all of them into action. A familiar face emerged from the crowd, my eyes widening when I realized that the red head in the background was no stranger in a band of strangers. 

Starfire?

"Sister?!?  Oh X'Hal what has happened to you?" her innocent voice causing my face to contort in a toothy grin. I hadn't seen her in so long, not since the before the Gordanian attack on Tameran, and that had to have been at least two or three years ago. 

"Hey Star." I croaked out, my voice hoarse after Slade decided giving me water was something he would cease to practice a few days ago, after I may or may not have tried to kill him with it, "It's good to see you again." 

Her giant robotic friend made his way over to me, confusion about Starfire's relationship with me evident on his face. He knelt down in front of me, a small blowtorch emerging from his index finger, lightening my mood even further at the anticipation of being out of these restraints. 

Oh, how I've missed the feeling of freedom. It was taken from me months ago.

"You two know each other?" The green one questioned, obviously taking longer to process the situation than his friends were.