The Judas Contract

CHAPTER 1- DREAMS

"Raven!" Damian screamed as he crouched down and placed her head on his lap "What have you done to her?!"

"I've simply made some improvements. She used to live. Breathe. Now she only sits in silence. I've done you a favour Damian. Now that she's gone you'll unlock your true potential. You can come work for me and my boss, or you know be killed." A female figure spoke from within the shadows of the burning building. The one that had shot Raven. The building was surrounded by thick layers of smoke that where swirling threw the cities now dusty sky. Damian sat in horror. Looking into Ravens lifeless eyes was like looking into pools of still grey water. Her chest was still leaking with blood. Whoever this girl was that shot her, had good aim. Damian pulled out the so-called bullet from Raven. To his surprise it wasn't a bullet. It was a sharp piece of earth. Probably worse than a bullet.

"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU FOR WHAT YOU'VE DONE!" Damian charged at the figure, his sword at hand ready to slice her head in two.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you bird boy," Another taller figure emerged from the smoke behind her. A man. Damian knew the shape of the man too well.

"It can't be… Deathstr-" The figure shot Damian in the shin causing him to the ground.

"Besides aren't you Dizzy Damian? Dizzy from all this work? Dizzy from the loss? Dizzy from yourself? DIZZY?" The female figure kept chanting at him. Damian's head swirled with thoughts.

"What are you- "Damian collapsed fully. Lying on the ground, the ashes from the smoked building rained down on his face leaving burns on his already-cut skin. Damian looked up. The figures were closer now, clearer. He was wearing a mask of orange and black, a katana at hand.

"Watch your back kid, but more likely, watch hers." Damian looked over his shoulder to see Raven motionless. He reached out and grabbed her hand.

"Raven…" He hoped in pain.

"It's too late kid." The figure lowered the katana to Damian. "Tell your grandfather I said hi."

Damian screamed as he sat bolt-up in his bed. He was clutching his sheets so tight his knuckles were ghost white with red cuts as deep as an ocean. He knew it was all a dream. He knew it was fake. But it somehow it felt true. REAL almost. He had to check on raven. He tossed his sheets out of the way and ran straight for the door. As he opened it he found himself face to face with Raven. Close, maybe a little too close for Damian's liking. Raven, startled, jumped back.

"I was just about to knock… I heard you scream are you o- "

"I'm fine."

"Then why did yo- "

"I said I'm fine ok?!" he snapped at her, immediately regretting his tone.

"Wait, where were you going?"

"To check on something ok!?"

"Something or someone?" Raven crossed her arms. She was affronted, and clearly a bit pissed with Damian's current response; and she had every right to be.

"You ok?! I was going to check on YOU!" Damian attempted to slam his door in Raven's face, but Raven blocks it's the closure with her foot.

"You know I can sense that you were scared. I'm an empath remember? I can sense your emotions. Nightmare I guess?"

"What part of someone slamming a door don't you understand?" Damian bent over to the edge of his bed to retrieve the cape/hood of his costume that had fallen onto the floor when he had pulled the sheets off eagerly to check on Raven. He walked over to his wardrobe to retrieve his mask.

"Damian if you need someone to talk to- wait where are you going?" Raven asked suspiciously.

"Out."

"just like that your going to leave? Just let me help you."

"I don't need your help. Now get the hell out of my room!" Even Damian was taken back by his own words. He'd never spoken to her like that since they first met. Now that they were closer he never insulted her.

"Next time someone tries to help you," Raven spoke firmly, she didn't need this at 2:27 in the morning, "Instead of telling them to piss off, why don't you just throw a sword at them instead, you seem to do that to your walls already anyway." Raven removed her foot from in between the door. The doors closed and as they did. Raven stomped to her room her fists clenched. Her expression was straight until she got 2 feet away from her door, her face dropped. A salty tear ran down her face and into her hands. Her singular tear turned into multiple and so she ran to her room in case someone was to walk past and see her like this.

Damian just stood there, still in his closet. He wanted to tell her he was sorry, that he was stressed, about the nightmare; about it all. He looked up from the floor only to hear the sound of Raven crying from the other side.

Raven lay there, curled up in the centre of her bed trying to dry her tears away. Her thoughts were racing. 'Why does he have to be so stuck up?' 'what was the nightmare about?' 'why was he so mad at her for checking on him?' Her biggest question though was why was he going to check on her?

A sudden gust of wind swirled in through the window. Cold chills struck her as the wind intensified. Leaving shivers down her spine.

It all happened so fast. Something shot into her room and latched itself to the roof. A figure holding the attached rope, swinging through the window. Raven stood on her bed her powers at the ready.

"Azarath metrion zintho- Damian? Watch out!" Damian barely managed to dodge Raven's powers and landed on her hard floor with a roll.

"You scared the crap out of me Damian!"

So, what did you guys think? It's a bit shorter than I had anticipated but I hope you guys like it nonetheless. If you have any ideas on what to do next in the story or what I can do better then please let me know in your review. I'll try to post a new chapter at least every 1-3 weeks. So yeah!