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This is Javiej's idea. She has been having a rough time lately and asked me to finish this for her, since I've basically rewrote it for her anyways. Kudos to JV for having such a creative mind.
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Chapter One: Black

"Go Titans!" Robin shouted, waving his arms forward frantically. But they were not leaping forward...Cyborg lay on the ground, unmoving...Raven lay on the ground unmoving...Starfire lay on the ground unmoving...Beast Boy was, in fact, the only one still alive besides Robin...so far. The changeling struggled to his feet, and glared at the red obtrusion that had done this.

"How could you?" was all he could shout weaklybefore the demon crushed him under hands grown large enough to crush the Tower with a finger. Robin tried - really tried - to convince himself that he should run. But he never had been very good at running away. He thought his leg might be broken, and his arm felt twisted and sprained anyways. He probably couldn't run if he tried. Trigon laughed and turned away from Robin, walking in the direction of the city.

"No...no, please, no..." And it was there that Robin was left alone to face life...

On the other hand...

Beast Boy was dead. Just like that. His mind felt fuzzy, like he had just woken from a long dream. Maybe I am dreaming, he thought. He couldn't see anything at first, but slowly his sight was recovering. Plain, blank, steel walls stood around him as well as the rest of the titans, who were all unhurt. I am dreaming. Yep. This is all I dream, he decided silently. Starfire was just crawling to her feet, moaning softly, and Cyborg seemed to in a state of shock. Raven appeared to be her normal self, although she was rubbing her arms like she might be cold. Starfire stumbled toward her.

"Friend Raven, do you know where we are?" she asked. Of course she asks Raven...Raven knows these things. No! This is a dream, Beast Boy told himself again.

"I don't know...I think we're - " She stopped talking when the floor rumbled softly. Time was speeding up, but it didn't feel like it was going too fast. It felt like it was finally going at the right pace. Beast Boy's senses became more and more tuned. He could smell and hear a lot better. Even his sight was better now. The steel walls, ceiling, and floor offered no explanations. Cyborg fell.

"Dude, what's - " Before Beast Boy could finish, Cyborg was gone. He looked to Raven. "So, what's going on here? I really hope that you tell me I'm dreaming." Starfire nodded agreement. But Raven shook her head sadly, her eyesight focused on something that Beast Boy and Starfire couldn't see. She too was gone within a blink.

"I do not like this...I do not like this at all." Starfire came closer to Beast Boy.

Whatever is going to come and get me, won't get me without a fight. He prepared himself. Starfire gasped. Beast Boy took a deep breath and turned...but she wasn't there. He was alone now. Alone to face whatever invisible thing would come for him...As his gaze swept around the room, he noticed a door. Funny. That hadn't been there before, had it? From that door walked in a large creature. Human, it seemed. Or maybe it had once been. Seven pairs wings sprouted from its back, crowded together and yet giving the appearance of being miles apart. Its face was expressionless, the corners of the mouth and the eyebrows indistinguishable. Judging its mood was impossible. It had no scent, no distinguishable features. As soon as he blinked, he forgot what he had already seen, and had the creature disappeared right before his eyes, he would have forgotten it in an instant.

"I am dreaming, I am dreaming, I am dreaming..." He repeated the words over and over, refusing to shift into any safer form. Maybe if he just sat down and closed his eyes and tried very, very hard to wake up...

Here, let me help you up. The angel had not vanished. It's pale face and ashen gray wings still stayed in the same room as Beast Boy. He only scooted backwards. I see what you're thinking. Don't worry. You won't be hurt, the angel told him. Against his good sense, Beast Boy raised his hand to touch the angels. It was just that the angel's voice was so soothing...Still, he readied himself for something terrible to happen. Nothing did happened except his position. He was upright again. He stuttered a thanks, shaking under the cool glare. You won't be hurt, it said again, pulling him into its arms, Beast Boy felt lulled by a wonderful peace, something so pure and white it made even him feel clean. The angel tightened its grip and then -

Black! A hand was pushing its way through his skin, trying to find his heart. "Aaaaaaaaaaa!" The hand chilled him. It found the organ, and twisted it in its grip, pulling it through the opening it had made. No longer was Beast Boy aloud the freedom of screaming. His lungs pitifully collapsed, begging for air, for something. All of his muscles went limp as cells began to die. And he could do nothing but watch the heart in front of him as it continued beating, beating, beating, beating. He could not even shape shift.

Let me die now! Let me die! his mind cried. But he could not die. Something had grabbed hold of his ankles and wrist and would not let him die. Help me! Help! his strangled emotions shouted. For an eternity he watched his heart beat in front of him, for an eternity he cringed helplessly with pain, and then his heart was back in his chest, and he was freefalling, screaming once again. The darkness pressed close to him like a living thing, stifling any subdued rustling of hope. He would fall forever it seemed. No! He landed, and all of his bones shattered, everything was sore. But still he would not die, or even faint. He felt every moment of pain.

"Aaaaaaaaaaa!" His yells came quick and hoarse. "Help me please!" God either could not hear him, or could not help him. As soon as the words trickled from his mouth, he wondered if he had asked for help the right way. Shouldn't he know how to do this? The slimy things from before brushed past his face, and made him whimper. He was being pulled somewhere...

Light was back again. Beast Boy had to close his eyes for a long time before he could even squint.

" Garfield Logan." The sound of his voice almost made him weep; he was too tired to cry right now. "From Hell you have called, a feat no ordinary creature could do." Beast Boy couldn't stay awake any longer. The soothing voice lured him to sleep...