This is the continuation of Rise of the Dark Sorceress.

When Keegin, Keira, or Kamaria talk with Katniss it will be in italics and bold.

I don't own Young Justice.

Enjoy the story.

I look up at my ceiling and then glance down at the notebook in my hands. Sighing I read over the new poem I just wrote.

I never do anything right,

My life is just one big fight.

And the worst part is, My family hates me,

Yet, they all refuse to see.

I don't know why

I try to continue living.

Their hate makes me cry,

I'm tired of always giving.

I'm tired of my life,

And sick of all the strife

That follows me everywhere,

No matter where I go.

I have a strange feeling,

That if tonight I die

And if my blood stains the weaving,

They wouldn't care... wouldn't even cry.

Why is no one ever there,

Whenever I cry?

Why are there never any answers to my prayers?

I just want to die.

I'm too tired to live,

I have nothing left to give.

I just want to die,

Why can't I? Why shouldn't I try?

Maybe tonight,

I will take my life.

Oh, what a sight,

Please, will you give me a knife?

So that I can take my life,

And end my pain...

I have a feeling,

I may no longer be sane.

But is it really so wrong,

To want the pain to go?

My life goes on and on,

And is only filled with woe.

My family actually isn't that bad... well my adoptive family isn't. My birth dad was terrible. He was good for nothing. Well actually that isn't true. He gave me you guys... er, girls.' I hear childish laughter in my head from Kamaria and a snicker from Keegin. Keira remains quite however and I smile. 'Well, I would have had you anyway. After all you're what connects me to mom.' Keira seems content with my answer since she quietly chuckles.

I close my notebook and flop back on my bed,close my eyes and think back to when the four of us started going to see a therapist. Turns out that the one year I spent with my father before I killed him, I created two separate personalities because of the pain that he inflicted. Kamaria is a six year old who loves playing games and cuddles, probably because I wanted a playmate. Keegan is a nineteen year old who constantly tries to get me in trouble. She loves fighting and will do anything to start a fight. The therapist thinks it's because she took most of the pain and memories from that time away from me.

Keira however, is another story altogether. Mom actually helped me with her. Keira is actually the first Dark Angel. She travels down through the ages and connects the current Dark Angel with her apprentice, Dark Sorceress. Without her Mom never would have found me and I would have been left on the streets. I open my eyes and flip my notebook back open.

I flip through various poetry my alters and I have written. It's actually not that hard to figure out who wrote what. Kamaria's poetry is bright and happy, Keira is dark but beautiful, Keegin's is completely and utterly dark while mine is dark with a little bit of hope mixed in. Usually, this last one didn't have any hope other than death.

Serena walks in and I jump then quickly close the notebook. "What?" I snap. She frowns and pushes her blond hair away from her face,"Aunt Charna says to get ready for your appointment. You need to leave in thirty minutes." I roll my eyes,"I'm nineteen, I believe that I know what time I have to visit the good doctor." I smirk and I hear Keegin snicker as Serena frowns. "Fine." She turns and storms out of the room.

I roll off the bed and go to my closet. I pull some black bell bottom pants on, then tug on a black tight tank top. Slinging my cape on I walk over to my desk and sit down. Grinning I pull out the black fingernail polish that I 'borrowed' from my cousin Star. While I paint my nails I think back to when I first met them.

Serena was ten and Star was twelve. I was eleven at the time which we found quite amusing. Serena was and still is a perfect little girl. She always does everything that she's told. I had a much better connection with Star. She was the exact opposite of Serena. And while Serena remains the perfect example of goodness, Star gets darker and more evil every single day. I blow on my nails hoping to dry them faster while I try to listen in on what Kamaria is saying. 'I like him. He gives me candy.' I snicker and Keegin replies,'Of coarse that's why you like seeing him so much.' Keira growls,' If he tries to get me to come out again we are going to have to find a new shrink.'

I wince,'But you've already killed five-' Kiera interrupts,'You can't prove that.'

I walk over to the door and stride out. 'How much longer do you think it will be till mom lets us go back to Gotham?' I ask. Keira hums in contentment,'Soon. She's been thinking of moving back a good deal.' Keegan laughs,'Good. I can't wait for Grayson to go through the pain he put you through Kat.' I smile,'Oh, yes. That will be a good day. Speaking of, Star has agreed to help us when we get there.' Keegan lets out a whoop and I snicker,'She has tons of great torture ideas that's why they call her Blood Witch.'

"You ok?" I look over to find my Aunt Nixie looking at me concern clearly etched on her face. "Yeah, just talking you know." She watches me warily then slowly moves away,"Serena, come on. We're going to go... You're going to practice driving." She turns and quickly dashes out the door. I arch my eyebrow. "What's her problem?" I turn to see Star pulling her mid-back curly black hair into a ponytail. Her hair is a stark contrast to her skin which is extremely pale.

I shrug,"I was laughing at Keegin and, well I guess she was freaked out." Star laughs,"She freaks out a lot." I nod,"I'm going to go try and sneak off before mom catches me." Star snickers,"Which motorcycle are you taking?" I shrug and head to the garage.

I look over at the helmet rack and then decide to go without one. "Katniss!" I freeze and Keira and Keegin start yelling at me to get out of there. So I run over to the closest motorcycle and get out of there. That doesn't shut them up however. Kamaria is complaining about my choice of color and Keegin is grumbling about not taking a faster one. I sigh and try to tune them out so I can focus on driving. It works for a little bit. Thankfully Keira takes control and shuts them up so I can drive relatively safer.

After a fifteen minute drive I pull into a parking spot and make my way inside to see our psychiatrist. After maneuvering past various patients I open the door and make my way back to see Kiara. I smirk,'One of the best things about having a rich mom. No lines or waits.' Kamaria is getting very excited since she starts singing about Apple's and candy. I open the door, walk in and plop myself onto the chair across from Tina.

She looks up at me and I stick my tongue out, trying to keep up the innocent child act that I have every time I visit. She closes her eyes for a moment and a ghost of a smile appears then she opens her eyes. "So Katniss, how have you been?" I shrug,"So-so. My Aunt still thinks I'm crazy." Tina raises an eyebrow,"Nixie?"I nod. 'I wanna talk to her!'I snicker,'Ok, Kamaria.' I look over at Tina and loosen the barriers around my mind and everything goes black.

I blink a couple times and shake my head. Definitely not one of my favorite things about swapping. A quick look around and I notice that I'm back in my room. I'm sitting on my bed and the poetry notebook is in front of me again. There's a new entry and I read it.

In the dark, I seem at home.

Forever will I be alone.

I try so hard not to moan,

But forever will I groan.

In the dark, I may seem free,

Free to be all I want to be.

And it may seem that I am free,

Free to be me!

But truly the dark is not what it seems,

I'm forever trying to do what it deems,

Is normal and natural for someone like me.

For the darkness lies you see.

They have chained me,

And thrown away the key.

So do not fall for the lie,

Or you too will wish to die.

So now that you know, this is my song.

And this is my life, it just all seems so wrong.

For eternal death, I will always long.

I sigh, that was definitely Keegin's writing. An image of Dick comes to mind and I snarl,'You used your one chance. Get lost.' I roll my eyes and scoff. 'He is so going to be dead when I find him.' I smirk,'Sweet dreams are made of this, who am I to disagree?' I sit up and swing my legs off of the bed. 'I've traveled the world and the seven seas. Everybody is looking for something.' I stand up and walk over to my dresser. 'Some of them want to use you, some of them want to be used by you, some of them want to abuse you. Some of them want to be abused.' I pull open the bottom drawer and remove lots of notebooks and papers then pull out my new Dark Sorceress outfit. 'Sweet dreams are made of this. Who am I to disagree?' I feel a grin tug at my lips and I throw my head back and laugh.

Sorry it took so long to update. I've been researching a bit. Also for the next few chapters I'm going to be trying to further develop Katniss and get more into her family life before she goes back to Gotham. So hold tight and please leave a review.

The last paragraph is Katniss singing Sweet Dreams by Emily Browning. I chose this song because when I first heard it I instantly thought of Katniss. It's sort of her theme song if you will.