This is dedicated to those who have been bullied, raped, pushed into doing drugs or alcohol, been singled out by some bigoted individual, or group, you are NOT alone. You don't have to take it. Tell someone. Talk to someone. Write an e-mail to a parent, minister, or a friend you trust to get word to someone who can help you to make those responsible be held legally accountable. Go to a professor/ instructor or police/security if you are in college, or wherever you are. Don't let your circumstances or fear define you. Stand strong. Everything will be alright. If you feel depressed or feel your self worth is not very high or lower, call a help line. There are free ones you can call for help. It's time for a change.

1-800-273-TALK (8255) Is the National Suicide Prevention Hotline. Don't be afraid to speak out. Whether it's you that you are worried about, a friend, a family member, or even a stranger you met today who you think is in real danger; please stand strong and know that with a little help, you just might persevere!

This story will be very graphic and it will be bloody, and full of hateful, and hurtful things that may touch on things that may or may not have happened to you, or someone you know. If you are truly offended by such things then DO NOT READ! This story is fiction and in no way is meant to depict any real person, or event.

This story takes place five years after the end of the Trigon arc (White Raven), but diverges there. The Teen Titans are a Registered trademark of DC comics. I don't own them. Only a few original characters such as Tani.

Now:

Young Justice Titans: Changing One's Fate

Tani:

Ethnicity: African American/ Puerto Rican / Caucasian American, and Native American

Age: 22

Hometown: Bludhaven, USA

Desires Prior to Today: Become an awesome video game designer.

Desires Today: Kill those who tried to hurt me.

Desires For Tomorrow: Live Past Today.

Yesterday-

My name: Tani Campbell, and this is my story. You see, my life wasn't always as exciting, or happy as it is now. Just a few years ago I was a different person, and this the story of how I came to be the woman I am today!

Chapter 3: The Longest Shortcut

Three Years Ago Chicago Illinois,

Tani's Perspective

'I was so happy to be back home, living just two miles away from my sister. I graduated college two weeks ago and was one of the lucky ones because I had a job offer lined up and they paid the first month's rent on my apartment. Life is good right now. Plus there is an ally way that leads straight to my new apartment from the shopping center. My apartment!'

Reaching through my bag I realized I must have left the phone at the little diner I just tried around the corner from my new place.

"Damn it. Forgot my phone," I thought out loud before turning around and walking back down the ally.

'I should have just used my house phone to ask them to hold it for me until later, but I thought I could make it back before they closed. Two guys started following me, but I heard them, and grabbed a pipe as I walked by it. I heard the steps getting closer and closer. I spin around and duck as the first guy tries to take a swing at me. I might not be a kung fu master, but my self defense classes taught me a thing or two. Or so I thought. I had brought the pipe down across the back of the white guy's head, and attempted to do a roundhouse to the black guy, thinking I am some sort of bad ass. But what I had learned was to not underestimate my opponent, or get fucked up. He jumped back, then leaped up grabbing my head, and smashing it into his knees into my face. I screamed out in agony, and didn't really know what to do. I couldn't think straight. Then I felt something sharp cut across my stomach.'

"Little bitch think (Yes think') she bad. I'm about to show you what bad is you little skank bitch ho!" he said as he smashed his foot into my ribs.

'I haven't been beaten this bad since my deadbeat druggy mama came home from a night out with her pimp. She beat the shit out of me for one sock being out of place, and then peed on me. Humiliating me in front of my friends, and the only reason I am not in jail is my sister. I had had enough and knocked my mother the fuck out, and tried to end it, but Tracy wouldn't let me. She said she is still our mother despite her treatment of us, and it was our jobs as her daughters to make sure she was taken care of and to help fix whatever was broken in her that had made her so unhinged. My way of helping was to stay away from her as much as I could. I got a job, and started taking basic self defense classes at the local gym. I had declared that I would never be a victim again. When I remembered that, all hell broke loose. If I was going to be killed, then so be it. I was going down fighting.

And so fight back I did. Blood drenching my face, and my dress. I strike his throat, his eyes, his nuts. He just laughs through it all, then he catches my leg as I try to finish the fight with a heel kick, but he lifts me up off the ground and hits me again, turns me around and takes out what I think is a knife. All the while I am screaming, and no one even looks out a window. He uses the knife to tear away the back of my dress, and held me while he cut away at my panties, cutting me in the process. Blood now drenching my legs. He shoves his little toothpick in, but instead of taunting him I decide to stay quiet as that may be the only way out of this as I needed a moment to try to think through this degrading humiliation. But after what seemed to be an eternity, I began to fear that I could not formulate any real plan for escape, and screamed. I screamed as loud as my voice would carry. Startling him, I bash my head back, and knock the bastard back a few inches away from me. I grab for the poll, but the other guy was awake now and overpowered me and using what had appeared to be a dirty needle, injected something into my arm. But what had happened next I could not have seen coming. What appeared to be a green hawk flew down from the sky and started attacking one of them. Then two more motorcycles pulled up on either side the side street. Both got off of their bikes, and another car which looked like a police car with more bells and whistles beside the red of the two bikes. I was shaking, and not knowing what to do. I didn't know if these were more rapist, or people here to help, although I was leaning toward the first. I was starting to lose consciousness as two words were spoken that gave me a small glimmer of hope. A masked hero with the blue across his chest took off his helmet, revealing this heaven forsaken city of Blüdhaven's guardian angel and his enforcers of justice.

"Titans Go!" as his staff launches from his hand and smashes into my other captor's back.

I only know what happens next because of what was told to me the next day.

Cyborg's perspective:

'The woman in the white hooded cloak steps off of her bike as her green friend was thrown against the wall. Four more thugs show up to help who I assume is their boss who had just drugged the girl. Raven has been a little off for the last few days I say as I release a barrage of bullets from my new upgrade to my armor, causing a lot of pain, and blood splattered everywhere. They are lucky we try to avoid vital organs. As for the one I call her woman in the white robe, because she is more fun, and knows how to live which is not the raven I grew to know and fully trust. It's been three years since Trigon was sent back to hell where he belonged, but I can't shake the feeling that something is still off about Raven. But for now I am going to just have to make do and try to put my trust issues aside. Maybe my brief stint with the Justice League had jaded me, but 'shrugs', the girl is kicking ass at the moment.'

"Asarath, Metrion, Zinthos!" Raven, anger heard in her voice- commands her powers to lift all of the thugs at once, enshrouding them in black energy and smashes them together then she telekinetically, and handily places them in a dumpster.

"I hate filth like these pieces of shit!" Raven nearly shouts which startles Nightwing, Changeling and myself. That does not happen often.

"Something on your mind Raven?" Nightwing asks thankfully.

"No," she replied simply, not even realizing how much blood she had on her cloak as she walks away.

I turn to Nightwing, and ask;

"We can't keep her around when she is a loose cannon like this. What has gotten into her? Is Trigon trying to gain control again or is she just naturally learning the nuances of being a certified bitch?

"For the record I can hear you," She said surprising both of them. "And one, you were closer on the second guess jackass! If you want me gone, I'm gone. Otherwise, just shut the fuck up." She says calmly then walks over to her bike with Tani in hand, starts it up, and heads to a hospital to drop her off before going back to the new Titan Towers Complex; leaving the co captains of the team to decide where to go next.

"You know you fucked up right?" Nightwing asked me which pissed me off, so I replied in kind.

"So you know how to calm her down eh Robin?"

Third Person POV.

"See, this stupid shit is why I disbanded the Titans and the original Young Justice the first time. I thought we might have all grown enough to work together more coherently. I guess I was wrong. A girl just got raped, and beaten, and we are here talking about team dynamics? People come and go, but the mission is still the same. Protect the innocent, and fuck the drama."

After a moment of thought.

"Yeah your right Richard. I don't know what came over me man." Said as they walked back to their respective vehicles while Changeling converts back to a bird, and goes for a midnight fly to clear his head. Some decisions serious changes have to be made.

AN:This is part one of a five to seven part series. I hope it is useful in helping those of you who are in trouble find the courage to stand up for yourselves. You've got friends.

To be continued within a few days I hope.