Moon Angel

Beastboy stared at the cold, gray door in front of him. His eyes fixed on the name in front of him, panting, trying to catch his breath. He had run as fast as his legs would take him to her door. Raven's door. He could hear her still screaming inside. Had anyone else been standing beside him, they would not have heard it… because she was sending out a telepathic cry only to him.

Beastboy hastily gripped the right side of the door. His brow furrowed, sweat running past his temples as he pried the door open, his adrenaline pumping rapidly and relentlessly. He had to save her from whatever was doing this. He couldn't stand to hear her screams of agony piercing his mind.

Upon the door finally sliding out of his way he could see her form on the bed tossing, writhing. He ran to her side. He took in her face seeing it sweat-coated, jaw clenched tight, grunting sounds escaping her throat as she continued to send telepathic screams for Beastboy. Crying his name. Pleading for him to free her. "Raven! Wake up! Raven it's just a dream!" Beastboy clasped his hands onto her left arm and shoulder, shaking them in attempts to wake her. "Raven, please wake up!" Tears started to form at the sides of Beastboy's eyes. The screams shattering his heart. The torture and suffering he could sense in her screams. He shut his eyes tight and continued shaking her harder. A gasp reached his ears and his eyes flew open to see Raven awake and panting, staring at the ceiling. He gently released his grip and waited for her. Raven's eyes rolled over Beastboy. Seeing as it was her teammate she gently closed her eyes as she tried to recover her breathing.

After a minute of the only sound being breathing from both beings, Raven's air intake became steady and soft. "Beastboy?" Clearly Raven was confused to see Beastboy bedside. She turned to him opening her eyes and just stared at him blankly trying to recall her dream. It was coming to her, but slowly. She remembered it started with her walking the streets of Jump City.

-DREAM FLASHBACK-

It was during the day. Sunny. It was fairly normal. Normal enough to be confused with any other day in Jump City. She was merely strolling the sidewalk next to a café when a 6-foot-tall man walked out of the doorway a few feet in front of her. Raven kept walking thinking nothing of it. However, he was somewhat sketchy looking. Wearing an ankle length, beige trench coat. His head hunkered down in front; you literally could not see anything but his eyes piercing her body as she walked by him.

He started following closely behind her. Raven could feel her hair standing on end as she was stabbed with sinister vibes. Before she could attempt to flee nonchalantly, a rag came into her view, clamping down on her mouth. While an arm circled her arms and small frame and squeezed tightly enough to elicit a squeak from Raven. She held her breath struggling. However, by not being able to breath, her attempts were made weak. After squirming in his hold for several seconds her lungs were searing with pain, pleading and battling with her to breath. Survival instincts overtook and forced her to intake the Clorophorm from the soaked rag. 'NO!' was Raven's last thought before her lids became droopy and her body became paralyzed and limp.

She came to in a dimly lit room. The walls gray, almost a smoke-like color. Raven sat up noticing she lay on the floor of a small bedroom. The carpet an excrement brown. She looked to her left seeing a simple bed not too different from a cot. The blankets, sheets, and pillow also gray. A window rested in the wall just above the bed, the shades drawn and slanted closed. To her right was a simple tan dresser. Four drawers tall and unthreatening. Probably the most friendly object in the house inanimate or not. Directly in front of her were the sliding doors to a closet. Also gray. And a door in the far right corner. Closed.

She looked behind her only to be greeted by a pair of legs clad in a pair of baggy, blue jeans. Raven's eyes trailed up this person's body only to be abruptly interrupted halfway up by the sharp pull of her hair. He pulled up half her body with the hair-clenched hand till she came face to face with his crotch, while she could see the left hand reaching for the zipper on his jeans. Raven closed her eyes and tried to move her legs and hands. Only they wouldn't budge. Something was restraining them. She opened her eyes and looked down at her wrists in front of her. Bound with heavy-duty rope. She tried to summon her powers to break the ropes, but nothing happened. Her powers were gone it seemed. She couldn't even feel them. She was feeling strangely mortal. This thought hit her hard and she started to panic, realizing the intensity of the danger she was in. She looked in front of her to see the man sliding down a pair of blue and green plaid boxers only to reveal his six-inch erect member. Raven stared at its obviously non-trimmed afro of hair. She could feel her stomach trying to lurch from her mouth. Before the man could make another move she brought her balled fists up to punch the threatening staff. The man yelled out in pain, dropping Raven to the floor as both his hands flew to his injured appendage.

Raven turned on her stomach in direction towards the door. She wasted no time in crawling to it, albeit in a way much similar to a caterpillar. About 2 feet from the door she felt a hand pushing into her back and pushing her body into the floor. Raven strained trying to move, squirm, somehow wriggle free, but ultimately realizing it was useless. She felt a weight on her legs and assumed the man was sitting on them. There was a sudden tugging at her leotard. Until now she hadn't realized her cloak was missing from it usually resting place. She heard the sound of scissors and terror started to bead from her forehead. She could only imagine what he had in mind with sharp, cutting, slicing utensils. The sound of fabric being snipped was all she could hear. Raven issued a sigh of relief as she realized he was cutting her leotard and not her. But her relief was short lived when reality hit.

Raven felt a slight exposure - feeling the air on her bare back and buttocks. Horror was racing though her entire body and mind. It felt like an eternity just sitting there waiting for the inevitable, hoping for it to never come. She once again tried to summon some power, any power. But just like the last time she could feel the clear absence of it all. Panic started to turn into extreme terror. Silent tears started to stream down her cheeks as she stiffened, absolutely petrified.

An alarmed gasp expelled from Raven's mouth as she felt something soft yet stiff poking it's way between her legs. The awareness of what was coming next was hitting the back of Raven's mind like a bag of bricks. She felt helpless, feeling absolutely no way out. No way to fight back. But she wasn't about to keep from trying. Raven started to scream and shriek and screech at the top of her lungs. She emitted obscenities, cries for help, and threats all to no avail. She could feel him pushing at her lips. Raven clenched her jaw to keep from crying. To keep from showing weakness. Raven got ready to scream out once more, but was suddenly cut off by a hand on the back of her neck, pushing it down forcing her chin up ultimately obstructing her voice and breathing. She started to choke as he slipped his way in tearing the sides of her opening. The excruciating pain of being ripped open shot through her entire body like lightening. Raven screeched out in anguish, tears no longer silent. She called for her teammates. Anyone to save her from this torment. She could feel him scraping in and out of her so dryly, like sandpaper. Screeches turned into sobs as Raven gave in, knowing that no one was on their way to come for her. That there was no way to escape. That the damage had already been done. And the next thing she saw was the ceiling of her bedroom. The next thing she heard was her ragged breathing. The next thing she felt was her soft, cushy bed beneath her and her thick comforter laying atop of her.

-PRESENT-

Reliving the dream took no more than a few seconds. Focusing back on Beastboy, Raven gave him a quizzical look. "Why are you here?" Not that she wasn't relieved to be woken from such a horrid a nightmare.

"What do you mean? You called for me." Now it was Beastboy's turn to look at Raven puzzled.

"No I didn't. I was asleep. How could I call for you?" Raven sat up, giving Beastboy her full attention. She had to hear this excuse.

"Yes, you did. And unless someone else in the tower has telepathy and knows how to imitate your voice, I'm pretty sure it was your screaming I heard in my head." Beastboy gave her a sardonic look and pointed to the left side of his head with his index finger.

"Wait. I… I was screaming? What did I say?" Raven was starting to feel unsettled.

"The only word you kept screaming was my name. Other than that, it was just screams. You sounded like you were crying. Like you were in some kind of pain." He looked down at her concerned, sorrowful, almost heartbroken.

"You mean I just called out for you? No one else?"

"Is anyone else standing here?" Beastboy chuckled, hoping to lighten the moment.

Raven's head shifted down as if she were inspecting her sheets. Still feeling very violated from her nightmare she brought her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. Her nose peeking just above her knees.

Beastboy risked the possibility of her kicking him out by sitting next to her on her bed, but sensed that being alone is probably the last thing she'd want at this moment. As Raven stared at the far wall across the room in what seemed like deep thought, Beastboy couldn't help but notice the moonlight, gleaming through her window, illuminating her pale skin. Making it shine with purity and radiance.

Noticing the silence Raven turned to look at Beastboy. Unbeknownst to Beastboy, there was a subtle love struck kind of look on his face. He was smiling at her in a smirking kind of way, his eyes light, but implying a certain heaviness. She just couldn't decipher exactly what that heaviness was or even meant. However, she quickly turned, blushing. The look on his face, the look he was giving her, was sending butterflies through her stomach. Raven started to mentally slap herself. What was she thinking? 'Must be a side effect of the nightmare.' Getting the feeling that Beastboy was still staring she spoke, "Beastboy… Why are you staring at me?" Raven had long ago decided to listen to her teammates, rather than reading their thoughts. Giving them a sense of privacy. Although, in Beastboy's case, it just ended up frustrating her more because she was just one mind read away from all the little secrets he seemed to keep hidden around her.

Beastboy twitched, not realizing he had been staring. He could feel his cheeks becoming hot and searched his head for an excuse. "Um… uh-I uh… I-I-I was just wondering what you were dreaming about. Yea, that." Beastboy's expression suddenly turned more serious, yet concerned. "What was causing you so much pain?" Raven tensed not exactly wanting to spill the news of her dream. She wasn't one to usually share any part of her personal life.

"It's nothing, I'm fine." Though the quivering in her voice stated otherwise. Raven resorted to this phrase whenever she was too afraid to talk to someone about what was bothering her.

"Those screams you sent weren't nothing. Please, I just want to help." Beastboy pleaded.

"Look, it was just a dream. It's nothing to get worked up about."

"Well you were obviously worked up about it." Beastboy's voice started to rise, getting irritated that she just wouldn't let him in. "Why else would I be here if it wasn't for your shrieks of terror?"

Raven flinched wincing inwardly. Tears started to form at the corners of her eyes, stinging them. It was then that Beastboy could tell that whatever the dream contained it was obviously very painful to even talk about.

Beastboy didn't want to make her cry. "Whoa. Hey, it's okay. You don't have to tell me. I just thought it would have helped. But hey, I'm just stupid Beastboy." Beastboy gently punched the side of his head, giving a weak smile in attempts to make light of the moment and hopefully cheer up the sorrowful girl.

Raven's eyes stopped the liquid production. Her expression didn't change when she turned to him. However, she did have small smile happening on the inside.

After a few seconds of unwavering silence, Beastboy spoke up "… Maybe I should leave you now. Can't imagine you let me stay as long as you have." Beastboy stood to leave when he felt soft, cold fingers gently touch his. He turned to see Raven staring at him, her arm outstretched toward his. Beastboy looked at her puzzled.

Raven looked down, although she spoke anyway, "Maybe… maybe you were right."

'Dost my ears deceive me?' Beastboy mentally joked.

"I don't think- Correction: I don't want to be alone. Not right now at least," Raven finished.

So without another word spoken between the two, Beastboy sat down beside Raven again. And as he did so, he could not help but once again notice how the moonlight lit up her features and softened her edges.