[Disclaimer: I don't own the Titans… That's why it's a "Fan"fiction]
[If you don't understand the title it's like "Beauty and the Beast." Beast Boy's obviously the "Beast" if you didn't catch that…]
Chapter 1:
Fire enveloped the darkened city. Ash seemed to coat every crumbling building. How had they lost? This was all supposed to be over… over and done with. So… why? Why was this happening?
She was just able to turn her head. Her whole body ached. She squinted her eyes, her vision still blurred. Her eyes watered from the swirling soot– or maybe she was crying; it was hard to tell. Through the grime she was able to make out four still forms.
They were only still… not lifeless… right? They couldn't be. They couldn't be…
She forced herself to see what she didn't want to. The bodies were more than lifeless. They were mangled and ruined.
Her eyes moved from one to the other. Her heartbeat quickened. No…
A cyborg lay cracked and twisted, his circuits protruding from his shattered body, the broken wires crackling with smoking sparks. It was raining. She forced herself to look at the next body. It was a boy with black hair, his yellow cape torn and soaked with blood. His skull was dented, his arms bloody and grimy. Whatever had hit him, he had taken the full impact. He was curled around something protectively.
She swallowed her gulps of pain and fear and looked closer at what the boy was holding. In his arms lay the corpse of a Tamaran Princess. Her red hair blending in with the pool of crimson fluid that she lay in. Her bones were broken, her eyes closed, her mouth gaping. No…
She didn't want to look. She didn't want to see the last body.
She knew who it was. She knew he was dead like the others.
She didn't want to look. But she made herself look.
Somehow, she knew she had to.
Her gaze locked on the body of a green boy not but inches away from her. He was half in transformation, half not. Large, crooked wings protruded from his back, his hands had claws, his teeth were sharper than usual. Nails pinned his wings to a tree, and a spear had been plunged right into his heart, blood dripped grotesquely. His mouth hung open as if to scream. His eyes dilated. Eyes that were wide open. No…
Raven tried to scream but nothing came out.
No…
A giant shadow enveloped her. A maniacal chuckle shook the ground. The air choked her.
No…
The cadavers of her friends were burned behind her eyelids.
No…
"Job well done, Raven."
NO!
Sweat trickled down Raven's forehead. Her dark bedroom was perfectly in order. She let out a haggard breathe. Everything was okay. It was just a nightmare. Raven pushed her hair out of her face. Just a nightmare.
[A/N: Okay so yeah, this is the shortest chapter in history. The next one is short too- but I'll try to make them longer]