"Teen Titans, go!"

Starbolts flew, bird-a-rangs cut the air, a blue beam shot, black energy grabbed at her and green animals went at her before they even realised what they were fighting.

"Teen titans, stop! Stop! STOP!"

They stopped fighting and looked at Robin, who walked over to the 'villain'. It was a young girl, only 11 or 12. She had fair, shoulder length hair. She was dressed in average clothing.

"Are you okay?" Robin asked.

The girl twitched.

"Oh yeah, I'm okay. Okay my ASS!"

She twitched again.

"Who could be okay after that?"

This time she sounded African. Confusing, since she was quite pale. Robin started to back off, and the girl started to spasm. She yelled out seemingly random words.

"POP! SIX! SQUISH! UH-UH! CICERO! LIPSCHITZ!"

"What is it? What's wrong?"

Robin held her shoulders. He was panicking. She seemed to calm down. She whispered,

"It was a murder, but not a crime."

She turned and ran.

"Err… should we go after her?"

Robin shook his head.

"No."

A pause.

"Let's go home."

She found a jet ski. Why there was a handy jet ski just when and where she wanted it, she had know idea. She did have an idea, however, of why she was able to hotwire it. She shouldn't have been able to. The only jet ski she'd seen was in shops. She hopped on and zoomed off towards the island. They were there, he was there, she knew it.

She dismounted and jumped onto the shore. She walked for a bit, sticking to the shore, and eventually found a rock to sit on. She sat down and drew her lags up to her chest, huggin them. A voice floated to her ears from behind.

"Are you alright?"

He had heard the jet ski, of course. He did own one after all, and he was listening out for an arrival. He didn't know why, but he had a feeling they didn't need to go out looking for her, that she would come to them. When he heard the jet ski, he knew he was right. Robin gave the girl a few minutes, then dropped out of his window and went looking for her. He found the ski and continued around the island. Eventually, he saw her hugging her knees on a rock, staring out across the ocean. He filed away the fact that she was staring at the prison. She looked troubled. He let a call float on the slight wind to her ears.

"Are you alright?"

She turned her head around and gave a small smile. Robin smiled back, but frowned as the girls smile turned into a smirk.

"Let's see if your alright, after this."

The girl jumped up and was about to jump at him when she spasmed. She yelled out in different voices;

"You expect me to sleep with that dripping, no not dripping, plopping, in my cell?"

"I shouldn't be here, I didn't do it!"

"Get your hands off me boy! You can't touch me like that! No one tells me what to do."

"Let me walk or you'll get a taste of number 8. And you don't wanna know what that is."

"Segédlet! Akarod csalás nem árt engem!"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm going, I'm going."

She gave six wild spasms, and then relaxed. Robin was shocked, to say the least. He'd seen some strange things in his time, but this was taking the cake. The girl sat back down and hugged her knees again.

"Erm..."

"I'm sorry about that. I should be fine know for the rest of the night. They can't do anything (unless I tell them to) after 'lights out'."

"Lights, out? No, scrap that."

He walked over and sat next to her.

"Um, who are you?"

"My name is Chelsea. But..."

Chelsea turned her head away from Robin.

"Never mind."

She started to get up, scared that she would blurt out the whole story and he would hate her forever. He reached out and held her arm just below the elbow. She looked back at him, and realised he wore a smile. She sat back down, and anilysed the smile. She could see that there was more to that smile than would meet the eye. He was confused, and she couldn't leave him like that. He seemed to sense her submission.

"So, could I ask why you spasm? You don't have to say."

"No, I will, I should."

She sighed and settled down better.

"Get comfortable, it's quite a story.

"Have you ever heard of the 'Six Merry Murderesses'? No? Well, they were, er, six murderesses (obviously). They were famous about... 20 years ago. They were all committed for different things. One was even innocent! Poor girl. Couldn't speak English either. Probably the reason she was commited. Anyway, they all went in at the same time. That was 20 years ago. 10 years later, they all died. It was suspected suicide and suspected torture but in truth, they never found out how they died. My mother went into the same prision, about a month after they'd died. She was pregnent with, surprise, surprise, me. No one knew for the longest time, in fact, no one knew until she gave birth. My mother had been getting quite snappy, apparently, and was been dragged into soilatary. The guards dropped her when she started to contract. As she was giving birth, everyone could feel something. Something spiritial. Apparently where my mother gave birth is where the Six Merry Murderesses bodies were found, and it was assumed that was where they died. All six spirits of the Six Merry Murderesses entered me. They entertwined themselves around my own spirit, became part of me. Between 6am & 10pm they can 'pop up' when ever they like, they can 'possess' me, if you like. 10pm - 6am is curfew, lights out. They won't do anything (with out being requested) during lights out. that's why I can talk to you just fine. The spasms, that's when they take over. My mother died when she gave birth to me, I was adopted. my adoptive parents, well, I got out of there just in time. Mona was set on killing them."

There was a silence between the two so that Robin could process all the infomation just given to him, and so Chelsea could process the fact that she had told her story, for the first time ever.

"So... You keep hinting that the, 'Six Merry Murderesses', was it? That they could do something past curfew."

"If I kinda, call upon them, they will, sorts, help me."

"They'll, help? Maybe, you could describe their personalities to me? I think I would understand more if you did. At the moment I'm kinda confused."

"I can do better than just describe, I can get them to tell you themselves. They have a song, they've sung it to me many-a-times. I'll let them tell you what they're like, and why they were famous."

Chelsea stood and walked back a bit from Robin, who had also stood. She cleared her throat and gave six equal spasms. There was no music, but nether the less, Robin felt his heart being pounded by a beat. It started of soft and slow, but he knew that wouldn't last.

And I leave you on a cliffie. I noticed that it's grown to ten pages, and thus decided to chapterise it. Don't worry, the chapter will be up right after this one.

Translation: Segédlet! Akarod csalás nem árt engem! - Help! Please do not hurt me!

Thanks to dict.sztaki.hu/english-hungarian for Hungarian translation.