A/N Welcome to my first Teen Titans Fiction! Special thanks to Byn, Betaing and actually making it worth reading. As you already know I don't own shit. Enjoy, please.

"When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have, All of me"

-My Immortal, Evanescence

It was a cool winter night in Jump City, and one could feel the unpleasant, cold breeze harshly touching their face. It sent chills down a pedestrian's spine as he hurried into his humble abode, passing a battered white picket fence as he hurried through a red oak door.

"Honey, I'm home!" A tall, white man said as he walked in. He was of medium build, taking off the big, blue, and puffy jacket he was wearing and hanging it up on a coat rack that was to the right of the door. The man then shook his slightly long light brown hair and threw the dark blue beanie he was wearing onto a leather couch as he walked into his living room.

The room had a dark eerie presence, the only light coming from a granite fireplace in the middle of the room. There was something off, and he knew it. "Jackie, you home?" the man called softly, hoping for a response from his wife even though, deep down, he knew there would not be one.

His eyes darted around the room as he looked for something to defend himself with, expecting the worst. It wasn't long until he found something useful, walking over to the other side of the living room and leaning over to grab an aluminum bat that was leaning against a wall. He gripped the bat tightly as a single drop of sweat appeared on his forehead. A rustle came from the kitchen, causing him to shake as the noise startled him. Quickly regaining his composure, he went to investigate.

As the man started creeping closer towards the creepy kitchen, his heart began racing, hoping that his wife was all right. He walked slowly into his kitchen, feeling like a stranger in his own home as he gripped the bat more tightly, his knuckles turning white from the pressure he held the bat with.

He flipped the switch and the kitchen light flickered to life. He then quickly put his hand back onto the bat, his only line of defense. The kitchen was bright and peaceful except for a rat that had gotten onto the white tile countertop. It looked as though it was eating raw hamburger meat that was being thawed.

"Oh, so that's why Jackie isn't answering me." he said, talking to himself. "She always hated rats," he chuckled. This alerted the rodent that perked up and stared at him with its red eyes.

"What the fuck are you looking at?" the man said grinning, "Stupid rodent," he laughed, pointing the bat at the decently sized rat.

The two then looked into each other's eyes as if waiting for the other to make a move. It was a tense moment, neither the man or the rat making a move. The rat suddenly pounced off the countertop, flying towards the man that was taken aback at the sight of the flying rodent. Thinking quickly, he stepped sideways, avoiding the creature as he readied the bat. The rat sailed in the air, unaware of the fate that awaited it when it was in swinging distance of the man. The human lifted the bat over his shoulder and clenched it tightly, preparing for the perfect time to swing.

WHAP! The bat made a crunching sound as it made contact with the furry rodent. The rat sailed across the kitchen and, when it finally hit the white wall, it made an unpleasant slapping sound. The rat then smacked onto the floor, leaving a thick red liquid splotch on the wall as well as the area around its final resting place.

"Why the fuck would that thing do that?" The man wondered, breathing a sigh of relief that it didn't bite him. "Must of have had a death wish or something," He chuckled, still confused about what happened. Confidently putting the bat on his shoulder, he began walking towards his room. The young man felt at ease for the first time since entering his home that evening.

Wiping the sweat left on his forehead, he went to turn on the light of the bedroom. "Jackie, I killed that rat, you can stop hi-" The man's sentence was cut short by what he saw in the room.

Walking into the once sensual and serene room of solitude for the lovers, he was expecting a loving greeting from his wife. Instead of the usual warm welcome he was accustomed to receiving after a hard day of work, he was greeted by an unholy sight. Blood was smeared on the wall above the bed, he could even make out a bloody hand print in the disastrous room.

The bloody hand print was small and petite, most likely a woman's, and was very clear and visible. The pressure the hand put onto the wall must have been tremendous, to leave such a perfect impression. Seeing the hand print didn't bug the man as much as what was missing from it. Even though the print was deep and dark, it seemed to be missing something, two things to be exact. There was only white wall where half of the ring finger, and two-thirds of the pinkie was supposed to be.

From the hand print, his eyes wandered down to the bed. He reminisced about all the good times his wife and him had enjoyed on the linen bedding. His soft and sweet memories of the room were now replaced by what he saw now: a bloody, ghastly sight that looked like it was pulled straight out of a horror movie. He remembered how he loved waking up in that soft comfy bed, his wife greeting him with a smile every morning as he woke up, ready to start the day. Now all that was left was the blood on the white linens, and the hope that he'd see Jackie's face again.

Pulling the bat in front of him, the man began walking towards the bathroom. He stepped through the door and, after a quick investigation, he left and went on to search the rest of the house. The next place he went to search was his newborn son's room. As he quietly opened the door, he could make out a female figure standing over the yellow crib as well as hear strange sounds within the room. It was painted a peaceful baby blue and had a warm, cozy feeling, as the only light came from the infant's nightlight. Toy airplanes filled the room, making a surreal sight as the light reflected off of them. As John quietly made his way over to his wife, he had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"You really scared the shit out of me, Jackie," He said quietly, but there was no response from his wife.

"Jackie?" He said again, as he slowly walked towards her, bat at his side. "Are you ok?" He asked in almost a whisper as he reached his left hand out to touch her shoulder. What he saw next would haunt him for the rest of his life.

His wife hunched over something grasped in both of her hands, not even acknowledging that her husband was there. The horrifying sounds of ripping flesh and crunching bones filled his ears as blood stained the empty crib and the floor where the woman stood. John could see the blood drip off his wife's lips as she continued to eat like a rabid animal, the substance a sharp contrast to her pale white skin, bits of meat and bone falling and making a horrid mess on the cribs bedding.

A mixture of shock and fear appeared on the man's face as he stumbled backwards, holding the bat out in front of him as he shook in fear, causing the bat to wobble. Pointing the bat at his wife, he desperately hoped it would bring some sense to the woman that he loved. The creature looked away from the crib and glared at the man, forcing him to look deep into its dark blue eyes. The creature had his wife's eyes, although they were now foggy as if she was dead. As he looked into the eyes of the woman he loved, he readied the bat over his shoulder with tears in his eyes.

Abandoning its previous meal, the monster released an inhuman screech and charged at him. He didn't have much time before he closed his eyes and swung. The bat made a loud thump as it made contact with Jackie's head, sending her form to the floor. As the man opened his eyes to witness the deed that he had done, they simply widened in shock. Jackie began to rise unusually quick after being struck. Instinct took over as he began pummeling the creature in the back of head, the aluminum bat making a spine cringing crack as the blows made contact. As he continued hitting Jackie, the monster's head was swiftly reduced to something unrecognizable, blood spraying off the bat and covering objects and the man in the hot ruby liquid.

He looked at the body as he stumbled backwards, seeing that her left hand was missing the ring finger and pinky. A bile green rash now covered her right hand and somewhat looked like scales from a reptile.

The deed was done. He dropped the bat to his side as he slid down the wall of his child's room. All he could do was look down at his blood soaked hands in agony, wondering how things could have gone so horribly wrong in the course of one night.

"How? Why?" He asked under his breath as he looked at his own hands. The man had just lost everything, his child eaten by it's mother, his wife beaten to death by his own hands. He thought everything was lost before realization hit him.

"Jack!" He shouted as he reached for the bat once again but, when he went to grab it, he saw a pair of brown sneakers.
His eyes slowly moved up the form of his teenage son, who stared at him with those same foggy eyes. John's last words as the teen lunged at his throat was, "Fuck!"

"Come on, double or nothing!" Beast Boy said, trying to barter with the robotic teen to his left.

"Beast Boy, it's not even fair! You can make yourself have monkey feet to hit all the buttons!" Cyborg complained as he threw the plastic guitar onto the couch behind him, "You can have the last slice of pizza, I don't care anymore." Cyborg said in a huff as he stormed off to go to bed.

"Don't need to be a sore loser Cy," Beast Boy chimed in, before the other left the room.

"Can you quiet down?" Raven asked, entering the common room. "You do realize that it's eleven thirty?" Raven asked in her normal monotone voice, staring at Beast Boy.

"Since you're up, why don't you play? It's super fun," Beast Boy said with a grin on his face, trying to persuade Raven to play the video game.

"Because hitting multi-colored buttons on a toy is definitely my definition of fun, Beast Boy," Raven remarked sarcastically, continuing, "Do you know how hard it is to sleep with an annoying clicking sound every second?" She finished, giving him an evil stare.

"Okay, okay! I'll shut it off," Beast Boy said, waving his hands in the air defensively. He shut off the machine and walked by Raven on his way to his room. He went into his dirty room and flopped onto his bed, sighing deeply as he tried to sleep.

"Dangit Raven, I'm not even tired," Beast Boy mumbled as he tossed and turned on his bed. His mind began to wander, and whenever it did that, it always seemed to end in the same place.

When Raven had said 'my definition of fun', Beast Boy was reminded of so many bittersweet memories. It had been almost two years since that day, the day he and Terra went to the carnival, but he still remembered every detail like it was yesterday. Her sky blue eyes that he loved gazing into, her straight, golden blonde hair that went past her shoulders, her playful banter, the way she laughed at all his jokes, and the way she felt in his arms. The heart-shaped box he made for her still sat on his dresser, constantly reminding him of the geomancer. He even threw a fit when the other Titans tried taking her room down. He knew one day she'd remember, and then they'd see he wasn't just imagining her.

It was a year after she had saved them that he found her, when she forgot everything they had. She even told him to move on, and give up on everything they could be. Even after a year, he still couldn't bring himself to do it. How could he? She became more then just a memory, she was always something more to him. She was a part of him. He couldn't give up on her even if he wanted to. He dreamed the same dream every night, and it always ended the same, with her in his arms once more. Then cruel reality would hit, and he'd wake up alone.

As he was pondering his thoughts, he began gazing at the stars as he often did when thoughts of her were on his mind. He wondered what Terra was thinking, and if she was looking up at the same stars longing for him, as much as he was longing for her.

Those were his last thoughts as he slowly began drifting off to sleep, going to the only place where he could see her. Although it was always bittersweet, it was undoubtedly the best part of the day.

Well you made it to the end of the first chapter, good for you. Please, tell me what you think, even if it's bad. Reviews always brighten my day, even flames. :p

Again, thanks a ton Byn.