A Good Deed Goes A Long Way

Fledgeling Comics pieces are, unfortunately, written mainly with my friends who have been following from the very beginning of my Teen Titans fangirl stage in mind. Sorry :3

Yang was in love. He was sure of it. He felt all tight and anxious and turned on when the girl was nearby. She was good to him, treated him in a way no-one had ever treated him before. He liked it. He was sat on the sofa, bad leg outstretched, ankle resting on a foot rest. He was, for the moment, in all honesty, bored. Mystica came into the room with a basket of various objects. Another English lesson. He wasn't bilingual, and he never would be, he was sure of it. Yin was the one who was good with this stuff.
"Okay, this is an apple..."
He rolled his eyes. He hadn't known the word, but he still rolled his eyes and nodded. "Yes, app...le..." He made a grab for it and she jerked away. Stupid. "...Hungry..."
Now it was her turn to roll eyes as she lazily tossed him the apple.
"You're a strange one, you are."
He shrugged. "Built."
"Uh...yeah...well, this is a glove." She told him, picking out the next object, then brushing her fingers delicately over his hand. "Goes on your hand...look, I'm sorry if I seem patronising..." She muttered, reading his face fairly well, "I don't know how much you do and don't know, I'm not good at this teaching stuff..."
He nodded. "Okay. Hands."
She smiled and pointed elsewhere. "Body parts is certainly something to work on. Foot. Feet. Foot is one, feet is both. Got it?"
"Uh..."
She giggled. "Okay, Yang, I'll try again." She put her hand on one of his feet. "Foot."
He nodded. "Foot...yes."
She put her other hand on his other foot. "Feet."
"Oh, Èr?" he held up two fingers and she nodded uncertainly.
"Two."
"Tooh"
"Yeah!"
He opened his mouth to speak, but that was when the screaming started. A woman, it was. So loud it made his whole head hurt. Gritting his teeth and shutting his eyes, Yang clamped his hands over his ears. It only seemed to make the screams louder. It was getting so painful he himself joined in.

"Make it stop!" She screamed in Chinese from her little prison cell. "For the love of God, please! Stop it!" The other prisoners looked at her in confusion. They couldn't see or hear anything harmful. The girl had just suddenly started screaming. The guards came running. They tried to sedate her. It didn't work. Suddenly it stopped, the screaming in her head, and she calmed down, relatively. She lay on the floor, sobbing. The woman she had seen...the woman who frequented nightmares of hers and her brother. "Mother..." She muttered, grasping out, grabbing the guard's jacket. "Please...I beg of you...help me..."

After managing to convince a psychic super to come down and see what was going on, the guards were thinking of not helping, but Gypsy thought otherwise.
"I've done a deep mind probe." She told Squad with a stony tone. "What I've found out is there's an innocent woman in grave danger. An innocent man has already died. My own team is on a mission, and I ought to join them, hence calling you. Something's been implanted into the girl's mind. I can't access it. Someone wants to lead the girl to wherever this innocent woman is being kept..."
Bloodshot sighed. "So we take Yin Feng out of prison and let her lead a rescue mission for her own mother..."
"Pretty much...good luck."

Yang's babbling made no sense to the Cult. He was hysterical once the pain had stopped, moving on his broken leg, trying to drag Mystica out the door, she guessed wanting her help with something.
"Yang!" She yelled. At least it shut him up, but his breathing was frantic, bordering hyperventilation. His grip on her wrist was like a vice. "Look, if you need our help with something..." He nodded. She was on the right track. "Okay, we'll help. I'll get the other Cult members assembled and we'll get going, yeah?"
He nodded again, tears welling in his eyes.

They approached the building. It was well hidden, they had to admit, but Yin seemed to know what she was doing...Alexei found somewhere to break in, him and Bloodshot working on disabling security mechanisms as they went. Red Wasp kept close to the prisoner, vice-like grip on her arm. She was actually quite pretty. Not as pretty as the demon girl he used to date, but...he shook his head, clearing his thoughts, as they went inside and forced open a locked door. That was when things started going down hill. The lights went off, and before anyone could light anything up, something hit Red Wasp and he blacked out.

When he woke up, he was on his side in snow and ice. He wasn't cold, thanks to his jacket. He sat up, brushing snow off his face, and saw Yin Feng leaning over him, looking worried and very, very cold. She was so used to her brother keeping her warm. She offered her hand and Vlad let her help him up, then grabbed her arm and forced her to walk down the path, letting her choose the direction. She just kept shivering. It was so pitiful. Vlad was going on a guilt trip, and with a sigh he offered her his coat. She gratefully accepted.

Metal armour on a metal grate...it wasn't the best sound. Just another thing to add to the list of things that had Yang grinding his teeth. The others didn't want to be there. A favour purely for Mystica, as convinced as she was that she could reform the little dragon man. He was too far gone, too far along the road of corruption. They all looked around cautiously, but the place they had been drawn to seemed...empty.
"There's nothing here." Ashburn muttered furiously. "Come on, dragon boy, where to?"
Yang just looked round helplessly and shrugged. "No clue. Gone."
Scrounger was sniffing round a door. With a roll of his eyes, being the only one to have noticed, Cailyin walked over to the door and kicked the blonde mutant gently away from it, but he came back, scratching at the door. With another roll of his eyes, he tore the door off it's hinges. "Guys...green room...suspicious..." He squeaked, glancing over his shoulder. The others came forward, looking through into the room illuminated by a green light. There was a long metal walkway with various luminous tubes of bubbling green liquid at regular intervals.
"No way..." Nefarious breathed, shocked.
"Right..." Ashburn muttered, thinking. "We have to shut this down, and shut it down good. This does not look good, and...is that a foetus in that one?"
Shame promptly vomited. Yang jerked away from the group and hobbled down the walkway.

He was hugging himself now. God, he realised why she was so cold, and she had been better dressed than he was without that coat. He looked longingly at the way it draped over her shoulders, and suddenly she turned her head, caught his eye. With a slight smile, she moved closer to him and draped half the coat over his shoulders, so half still stayed on hers. They reached a door. Frozen over. He rolled his eyes, not really caring, and blasted the door. It freaked Yin a little. Of course it did. A sudden blast of radiation. Loud crash. Opened her pretty blue eyes to see a hole melted in that door. They didn't go through, just stood, shellshocked. This was one hell of an operation, by the looks of it. Thousands upon thousands of pods.
"One of these...one of these might be my mother or father..."
"And the rest...they need to be helped as well..."
She nodded. "Agreed."

The Chinese woman in one of the green pods only looked familiar due to the old nightmares. If it hadn't been for those, he'd never had recognized his own mother. He went up to the tub, not sure how to get her out, when the thing collided with him from above. They both went right through the top walkway and crashed into the solid concrete floor. He landed on his back, on those oh so delicate wings, and let out a shriek of pain. The cult of blood appeared on the walkway, but Yang couldn't see them. Vision blurred by tears. The huge thing was crushing his chest. Breathe. He had to breathe. Chest couldn't expand. Armour, the armour that had grown with him, never ever been too tight or too loose, moulded itself to his shape...it was buckling inwards. Fire. He sent a blast of fire spiralling up. No effect. Suddenly water fell on him, and the creature flew off, letting out its own shriek. Yang breathed, greedy for oxygen. Finally, he pulled himself into a sitting position and the first thing he saw was Nefarious trying to fight a large black and red dragon. He stared up at it with wide eyes. The other Cult members were trying to force open the liquid baths without hurting those inside. He took off into the sky, still staring at this dragon, but it opened its mouth and shot a bolt of darkness at the young Mage, slamming him down into the concrete where Yang had been just a few seconds before. The dragon-boy bit his lip, cutting it on his fangs. The dragon was immune to his powers and had the same ones as he-he had taken his eyes off the large creature, and it body-slammed him. He was aware of glass breaking against his wings, cutting them up, getting soaked by something, a crack, like stepping on a rather thin but brittle twig...his wing was broken. He was aware he was screaming again. The last thing he thought before he passed out was 'For the love of all that is holy, do not pass out'.

Some dust crumbled down from the ceiling. Vlad yelped when a sliver of ice fell down the back of his shirt. They were both busy trying to find a way to open all the ice pods. Yin was getting unnerved by the sounds. Crashing, booming, shuddering...Vlad insisted it was ventilation. She wasn't convinced, especially when a piece of white wall moved, unfolded wings with blue undersides, opened blue eyes...it was like her, without the human side. The tail wrapped around her waist before she knew what was happening and she began blasting it. Red Wasp looked round, mouth agape. He shook his head quickly and sent a blast of his own, careful not to hit the girl. That was difficult. White hair, white armour, incredibly pale skin, all blending in so well with those pale scales. Suddenly, the dragon flew up, crashing through the floor above. Yin had his coat, but the room the dragon had brought her into looked warm, so he flew on in, and found himself reunited with a very shocked Squad. "I can't explain," He began, grinning, "but there are innocents frozen below and that dragon thing just sort of attacked."
"...Frozen..." Bloodshot echoed bluntly as Molten Lava hurled a fireball at the dragon.

The redhead prince couldn't get close enough to help Yang, especially since fire didn't hurt the dragon attempting to pick up the poor lad in its jaws. He was able to run forward and help the shocked woman to her feet. She babbled to him in Chinese and he paid no heed, just took her fast to safety. Yang was still out cold, but when the cracks appeared beneath Ashburn's feet, he panicked ever so slightly. This woman seemed fine, so the others were breaking the jars of liquid to free those inside. A little boy called down to the woman, and she replied. Mother and son? The boy wasn't much younger than the Feng twins, but there was something about him that made him seem very small. Something burst up beneath Ashburn. He closed his eyes against the sudden rush of air and suddenly found himself airborne, no longer anywhere near the woman, and then falling...and someone caught him. He opened his eyes and found himself landing, being carried by Avenger of Squad.

Yin was staring up in horror at her little brother, clamped between the teeth of the namesake dragon. Namesake? That had come to her brother right before they'd been transformed by those...those...those spirits! "Yang!" She yelled, voice thin and wailing.
The black dragon turned to look her in the eye. The white dragon looked at the black dragon.
"I know what you are..." Yin muttered quietly. "Yang said it before...when we were little...like an idea implanted into his head...like a prophecy...he was meant to do something, or something, but you two, you're our namesakes..." She realised that, while Yang had been attacked, she had not. She had struck her dragon first. "Let him go...He's my brother, I swore I'd protect him, let him go!"

And then she woke up outside. The building they had just been in was aflame. The people from the pods milled about in confusion, and a Chinese woman and her son fussed over the now-conscious Yang Feng. Yin shakily made her way over and sat beside her brother. The woman was talking to him in their native language.
"-A miracle, pure and simple. Min Chun, this is not the end, they are still out there, and they are not the bad guys...there's someone else...the secret behind everything you and Jiang Yi are...we will meet again, my son, when your blood is passed on to new life." She kissed his forehead while he looked at her quizzically, then turned to stare at his sister as she kissed her on the forehead as well. "Ming!" She called to the oddly small man, who came at her beck and call. The twins stared at one another a little longer, explaining the situation, using their telepathy to speak in private until Red Wasp came over to reclaim his jacket.