Author's Note: 'ey there! First fan fiction. it's based on an idea i hadon fictionpress. Comments really are enjoyed!
I haven't seen the newest episodes, but I do know Trigon somehow gets on earth, so here goes.

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Chapter One: Black

"Go Titans!" Robin shouted, waving his arms foward 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 changling struggled to his feet, and glared at the red obtrusion that had done this.

"How could you?" was all he could say before the demon crushed him under hands grown large enough to crush the Tower with a pointer finger. Robin tried - really tried - to convence 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 probablycouldn'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 Boywas 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 asthe 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 torward 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 alot better. Even his sight was better now. The stell walls, ceiling, and floor offered no explaination. 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 seeming to be focased on something that Beast Boy and Starfire couldn't see. She too was gone within a few seconds.

"I do not like this...I do not like this at all." Starfire came closer to Beast Boy, who was now a gorilla.

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 walkedin an angel.

"I am dreaming, I am dreaming, I am dreaming..." He repeated the words over and over, refusing to shift back into the much safer gorilla 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 grey wings still stayed in the same room as Beast Boy. Heonly 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 Boyraised 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 Boyfelt 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 wasBeastBoyaloud the freedom of screaming. His lungs pitifully collasped, begging for air, for something. All of his muscles went limp as cells began to die. Andhe could do nothing but watch the heart in fron of him as it continued beating, beating, beating, beating. He could not even shapeshift.

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.

"Aaaaaa!" His yells came quick and hoarse. "Help me God!" 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 rigth now. "From Hell you have called, a feat no ordinary creature could do."Beast Boycouldn't stay awake any longer. The soothing voice lured him to sleep...

Kaizoku shook his head sadly. Every sinner that managed to call came out like this: a broken heap of bones, and torn emotions. Only some would recover enough to enter training, and only those that survived training would become a part of the Host. It didn't seem that Micheal Crawford was going to make it. The most Kaizoku could do for him now was let him rest somewhere silent. The angel of Revival sighed unhappily, and walked from the Summoning room. Best now to report to the Master about the failed Saving. He hoped he wouldn't be punished too severely.