lostmoonchild: alright, I decided to get this story started so it finally let me sleep at night. I don't own Teen Titans. Everything else is mine except for a few songs that MIGHT appear.
PROLOGUE
Her flesh burned as if somebody was holding some hot object against her flesh and a silent scream escaped her pale lips as the feeling somebody was cutting through her soft skin just to watch the crimson blood pour from the wounds. "Oh Gods, please stop!" The pale girl screamed, but no sound came out.
It took about thirty seconds afterwards for her to realize that she had no voice. She opened her eyes and let out a silent scream when she was greeted by four pairs of glowing eyes, promising her a painful death. "Wake up, little dark bird. Wake up and remember that you will forever be in my grasp." The person whispered slowly dragging the blade through the girl's flesh.
Raven woke up with a start and silently gasped her air. Her flesh still burned and she could still feel her warm blood on her flesh. Shaking, she silently got up and started up the shower not caring if that the water was freezing. She undressed and got into the shower before furiously scrubbing at the nonexistent blood that was on her pale skin and roughly shampooed her hair, determined to get the nonexistent smell out of her hair.
When she was satisfied that she was clean, she sat down and let the cold water pound her back. Something wasn't right… she never had that dream unless something was going to happen. None of Trigon's ortherbrats ever contacted each other unless something was about to happen that directly involved them and from the dream, Raven assumed something seriously wrong was about to happen.
Sighing at her conclusion, Raven slowly got out of the shower and redressed before heading down to the kitchen with the full intentions of having some tea and hopefully nobody would bother her.
But sometimes, what we hope doesn't come true.
lostmoonchild: Okay, read and review. Flames are accepted. Chapter one should hopefully be up in a week depending on if I'm working like mad since I've got cookbooks to finish and a babysitting job.