(I had actually started this story on my previous flashdrive, but I wasn't liking how it was going.

Now I get the chance to restart it. *cue evil cackle *

Violence, handle the warnings.

Violence: With pleasure. Okay, for one, expect gore, and a heck of a lot of it. Not just any gore, if you couldn't tell by the title, cannibalistic gore. Also expect a lot of cursing, it's a head canon that villains curse like sailors. Hmmm... probably some make outs, I hope so anyway, and that's it.

Enjoy...)

TIME: 11:24 PM.

"Freak!"

"Fucking creeps!"

A red eyed teenager rolled his eyes. "When are they gonna realize how not creative their insults are?" "Probably when they aren't completely wasted." A gray skinned older teen grumbled, taking another inhale on his cigarette.

Two other teens, rich kids the older teen assumed, were laughing and their eyes were bloodshot. "Yeah, that's right, they're probably fags on top of that!" One with spiked blonde hair yelled. The red eyed teen rolled his eyes again. "It's called bisexual, and I wouldn't do Johnny if my life depended on it!" He yelled back.

Johnny flicked the ashes off his cigarette. "Punk, you're talking to rich dumb asses. Let's just go, Blackfire's gonna be pissed that I'm late coming home." Punk, as in Punk Rocket, sighed. "Might as well, mate." The two walked off. "Surprised they didn't recognize us." Punk noted. Johnny shrugged.

The two boys, Eric and Dave, were disappointed that the two 'freaks' left. "Let's go get another beer." Eric (the blonde) said. "We got kicked out, 'member? Let's go home, raid my dad's fridge." The other slurred, hair spiked similarly, but it was black. The two began stumbling, looking for a taxi.

Then it happened. Eric was about to say something when someone grabbed his arm and yanked him into an alleyway. "Eric... where the hell did you go?" Dave mumbled. A giggle was heard and a very attractive young lady walked out. Tanned skin, hip length blood red hair, and mint green eyes, she giggled. "He's coming with us... how about you?" One of her fingers beckoned the drunken boy closer.

Dave grinned. "Might as well... what can I call you?" "Amethyst." Without another word, Dave walked over... and another figure came up behind him and pushed him into the alley. "What the fuck!?" Dave yelped. It was another woman, but this one was older (in her mid-twenties), with dark skin, ink colored short hair, and several scars on her arms.

It was this point when Dave began feeling very, very scared.

Eric was being held still by three other women. The eldest (who had a hand clamped over Eric's mouth) was possibly mid-twenties, also with dark skin, but her hair was in dreadlocks and she had several piercings. The next was white, an older teen with lots of freckles and orange hair. The creepiest was the youngest, fifteen years old. Her head was shaved, she was Asian with bright green eyes.

Dave swallowed nervously. "Wh... what's going on?" He whimpered. "Simple, my dear." Amethyst purred.

"You're dinner."

Punk and Johnny reached their shared apartment. Johnny swore when he reached into his pockets. "Dropped my keys." He growled. "You're fucking kidding. Where'd you do that?" Punk groaned, slipping another cigarette into his mouth and lighting up. After pounding on the door for a couple seconds with no response from the girl inside, Johnny groaned. "Probably where we were with the rich dicks. Let's go get them."

The two headed back. "Here's your keys." Punk lifted up the ring and jingled them around. Johnny snatched them and glanced at where the rich kids were from before. "Hmm, guess they got bored." Johnny decided.

Both heard the scream.

Punk jumped. "Bloody hell, what was that!?" "Don't know, but I'm not finding out." Johnny decided, pocketing the keys. Over the shock, Punk grinned. "Come on, mate, I'm bored, I got my guitar, everything'll be cool. Whoever finds the source first gets twenty bucks."

Punk took off quickly. Johnny groaned and face palmed. "Fine. If I don't find anything in ten minutes, I'm going home without you. I'll lock the door too." "Go to hell." Punk replied good naturedly. "Been there."

The two split up and began poking around.

It was about seven minutes after they split up when Johnny heard a scream he recognized. "Punk!" He ran towards it, where Punk was stumbling out of an alley. "Mate, run!" Punk yelled, his face white. What Johnny realized was that Punk was spattered in blood, and a lot of it. "Fuck... come on!" Grabbing his friend's arm, he dragged him away at top speed.

When they were several blocks away, Punk's legs gave out. He dropped, shaking and whimpering, teeth chattering. "Oh hell, this couldn't get much worse." Johnny groaned.

Cue hearing a motorcycle slow down and a shocked voice yell, "Johnny Rancid!?" Johnny turned to see Robin, who was clearly surprised. "Okay, God clearly hates me tonight." Johnny mumbled. Robin got off the R-Cycle and pulled out a bird a rang. "Don't. Move." He threatened. "Seriously. Not in the mood, bird boy." Johnny growled, hand reaching for laser gun.

Robin then seemed to realize Punk Rocket. "What did you do?" He asked. "Nothing, he's in shock." "They... they..." Punk was still shaking. Robin put down the bird a rang and slowly approached Punk. "What is it, Punk?" He asked. "The girls, they ate him! They fucking ate..." Punk went back into his head.

Both Johnny and Robin seemed shocked. "What is he talking about?" Robin asked, feeling slightly nauseous. "No clue. We were heading around town, we heard a scream, Punk and I split up to find out what it was, I find him like this, we ran like hell." Johnny explained, looking just as nervous as the rocker.

Robin narrowed his eyes. "You're coming with me. Both of you."

After calling Raven, all four went to the tower, after Johnny protested and actually attempted to bolt.

Robin tried questioning the thug again, but Johnny insisted he had no idea what happened. Raven attempted to calm down Punk Rocket, but, in her words, 'he retreated deeper into his mind. If I attempt to pursue him I could damage his psyche.' Johnny was locked in the interrogation room which succeeded in further pissing him off.

Raven was sitting next to Punk, after drawing the short straw. She was reading, every now and then taking a quick glance at the unconscious villain. The words that Robin told her that Punk said kept ringing through her head...

"The girls, they ate him! They fucking ate..."

Just thinking about what that possibly meant even creeped her out.

Punk groaned and stirred. Raven walked up to the bed. "Punk Rocket?" She asked. One red eye opened and glared. "Where am I?" He groaned. "The titans tower... we decided that this case was high priority. Can you tell me what happened?" Raven wasn't one to waste time.

The rocker shuddered and sat up. Blinking a couple times, he rubbed his temples. "I can. But I really, really don't want to." He mumbled. "You have to tell me what happened. What you said... they ate him." Punk turned and faced her. Smiling rather crookedly, he sighed.

"I said what I meant. I was poking around under a building, searching for the source of a scream I heard… I took a couple turns, was pretty close to taking off, when I found a side room… and what was happening in there. A couple of chicks were in there…" Punk began gagging and Raven took that time to grab the trash can and hold it up for Punk.

After vomiting, Punk sighed. "Thanks, love. I need a smoke." Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a cigarette. Raven calmly snatched the cancer stick away. "Only after you tell me what happened." Raven threatened. Glowering, Punk growled, "You sure you want to hear it?" "I have to." Raven said. Punk nodded. "Fine. Two of them were leaning over a different bloke in the corner; I'm thinking he was dead… I hope he was, he was being too quiet. The other one, strapped to a table… wasn't. He was gagged, but he was stilling writhing on the table. His right hand, completely gone, someone was chewing on it. The last girl, she would've been pretty dazzling under different circumstances, was holding up a knife, and either she didn't see me or didn't give a fuck, because… Gimme back the bucket."

Punk puked yet again. Raven felt extremely sorry for the villain at this point. "I'm sorry I have to question you, but this has to be done." Raven said, gently touching his shoulder. Punk balked at the sudden touch, but slowly relaxed. "I get it… the girl sliced him… from here…" Punk gestured to his collar bone, "To here." His hand stopped right above the belt line.

Raven swallowed, trying to force bile back down to her stomach. "I… see." "No you don't, be glad you don't. That's when I screamed and ran like hell… can't even remember running back into Johnny or seeing your bird leader." Punk held out his hand and Raven placed the cigarette in the center. "Thanks." His other pocket had a lighter and Punk quickly lit up. Raven hacked and waved the smoke away from her face. "You're killing yourself." She deadpanned.

Punk shrugged. "I don't give a fuck." "I'll leave you alone now." Levitating the barf bucket away, Raven walked out of the room.

"WHAT!?"

When Raven disposed of the puke and returned to the main room, everyone was curious about what happened. Omitting certain details, Raven told… and their reactions were expected. Robin was pale and began pacing, Beast Boy ran over to the trash can and emptied his entire stomach, Starfire had to sit down and nearly passed out, and Cyborg turned a shade of green that you wouldn't think was possible and yelled, "That is just WRONG!"

Robin slowly inhaled and exhaled. "We have to figure out who these… cannibals are. Can Punk Rocket give you a description of them?" "I'd suggest leaving him alone for at least a couple hours, the rest of the night and most of the morning would be good. He was clearly traumatized." Raven said. "Can't blame him." Beast Boy whimpered. "I do not believe any of us can." Starfire said, shuddering.

Glancing around the room, Raven sighed. "I'm not sure, but I believe one of the girls may have seen Punk Rocket. His life is in danger if they try hunting him down. In his best interest, he should stay here until they have been apprehended." "Or killed."

Johnny was leaning against the entry, looking calm. "What the- how did you get out of the interrogation room?!" Robin yelled, pulling out a bird a rang. "Easy, kid. Took me god knows how long, but I managed to trick the door. Heard the little story, I can see why Punk looked like shit." Johnny said, holding up both hands. "You don't seem that concerned." Raven noted. "I've seen a lot of crazy fucked up things, you kinda get numb after a while." Johnny said.

Beast Boy raised his eyebrows. "Dude, we're talking about chicks eating people while they are still ALIVE! How are you that numb?" "Do you really want to know?" The smirk on Johnny's face prompted Beast Boy to shake his head no. "We have no reason to keep you here, Rancid, so in the morning we're delivering you to the cops." Robin growled.

Johnny rolled his eyes. "Wrong. I think I know where Punk was when he ran into the cannibals." "Talk." Robin ordered. "Red X's right, you do take stuff way too seriously. He was talking about Underground." Johnny said. "Uh, dude, we already KNOW he was underground." Beast Boy said. "Not that Underground." Johnny said. "The Underground is supposedly a maze of tunnels under the city that can practically take you anywhere… supposedly if you can find the entrances." Cyborg explained. "Exactly." Johnny said. "It doesn't exist." Robin snorted. "Again, wrong. I've been down there dozens of times. It's real. Here's the deal, I'll lead you around Underground, and you don't throw me in jail after the cannibals are either dead or in prison." Johnny said.

Robin narrowed his eyes. "How can we trust you?" He asked. "My best friend could've been eaten, and I'd rather not become a Happy Meal for cannibals either. So this is rather selfish, I'd think." Johnny said nonchalantly. "Robin, should we accept his deal?" Starfire whispered. "We kinda have to I think. If he knows Underground well he can actually be a good help." Raven added. Robin groaned. "I'm not gonna like it… but we have to." Robin walked up to Johnny and said, "We have a deal, Rancid. You are staying here in the tower though, and we will keep an eye on you. Try anything and you will be thrown in jail. Clear?"

Johnny shrugged. "Deal, bird boy."

(… You know what the really funny part is about this? My MP3 kept shuffling to Sweeney Todd music while I was typing this. If you haven't seen the movie, I won't spoil it, but those who have will get it.

Bye byes, remember to review!)