A/N: This is in responce to Evilsangel's challenge!
Discalimer: I do not own Teen Titans.
Raven held a book in one hand and glared at it. This book contained Malchior, the man who had made her feel important, and then admitted to using her. The nerve he had to do such a thing. Using her, and her vulnerability to his advantage. Now he was trapped within the book for good. There was no way he'd ever be getting out. She guessed the only other person she hated this much was her father, and possibly Terra. These three had givin her so much pain. Such unforgivable grief. But they were demons of her past. She had defeated all three. They were but a mere breeze of what, once was her life.
Stuffing the book back in it's appropriate place, Raven levitated above her bed. The team had just gotten back from a fight against Slade, and they were all worn out. Slade, another man in her life who constantly proved to be a pain in her neck. They had fought plenty of times, and although he never won, he never lost either. He was a mystery to her. Just now, during their most recent battle, he had dissapeared. It was rather unsual. A quick session of chatting with Robin and he evaporated. Not a trace left. What was more strange, was that each Titan received a miniscule 'S' on their skin. Either on their arms or legs or hands. Once the team got to the Tower they tried all they could to remove it. Nothing worked.
She had one too. It was placed just under her chin. Bearly visible unless she raised her head. How she had got it was beyond her. But that wasn't what worried her, it was that the damn thing just would not come off. Robin was running around in a fit of rage since they got home. He wouldn't shut up. Finally, when he did stop his yelling; he just locked himself in his room and refused to come out. He slammed his door in Starfire's face about 10 times. Everytime she would get near his door and went as far as to opening it, he would shut it immediately causing her to shriek and run back to the kitchen to make her pudding of sadness. That was probably worse then his initial phase of continous cursing and stomping. Shutting her eyes, she knew it was time for a little meditation. To clear her mind and find her center.
"Azarath Metrion Zinthos... Azarath Metrion Zinthos...Azara--" Raven felt a faint vibration come from the hood of her cloak.
Her brows furrowed and she unclasped her cloak to take a look in the forgotten hood. She dumped the contents onto the bed beneath her and landed gracefully near it to examine the object. It looked like a black version of her communicator. She noticed that the bottom was orange and contained an all too familiar 'S'. She knew what this was. She flipped it back over and watched the screen buzz to life before her eyes. Slade, standing there arms behind his back glaring intensely at the girl who glared right back in responce. There was unspoken tension between them and it was growing thicker with each waiting moment. The two were silently contemplating what to say...
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