"Beast boy, I don't want to do this! I don't want to hurt you!" Raven yelled as she pointed her hand at the green changeling transformed as a lion in front of her. Dark magic appeared around her fingers as she got ready to strike.
"Speak for yo' self! You still have both arms!" the dismantled Cyborg shouted as he sat up and stared down at his missing body parts. "Now how the heck did he manage to rip off my leg and my arm at the same time?!"
Meanwhile, Starfire stood back in the crowd, her hand glowing with green starbolts, aiming directly at her brain-washed teammate. "Oh, I wish not to do this..." she mumbled to herself, and her hand stopped glowing. "I cannot..." She turned her attention back to the fight and floated over to help her friends.
"Beast boy-" Robin began, but was cut off by a claw to the face. "Ah!" he shouted as he plummeted into a billboard.
"Robin!" Starfire screamed, and flew over to assist her fallen teammate.
Cyborg knelt on his good knee and shot from his sonic cannon, missing on purpose. "Oh, you are so lucky you're our friend, or you would've eaten cannon dust by now!" He shouted before Beast boy rammed into him, sending him flying out of sight.
It was just Raven and Beast boy now, one on one. She assumed a battle stance, beginning her mantra. "Azerath metrion-" but she stopped, remembering what he had said to her before this strange thing occurred. Rae, I know you don't think it, but I really do love you and care about you...you're...you're actually one of the closest friends I'll have here. Robin and Starfire may be my good friends, and Cy may be my best friend, but you'll always be my Raven. Then...right after he said that...he...he changed...into a monster...
Earlier that day...
"Hey, Raven! Wake-y, wake-y, tofu eggs and bake-y!" Beast boy said cheerily as he entered the dark girl's room.
She was sitting cross-legged on the floor, her hood over her head and her hands in her lap, muttering her mantra over and over again. She glance up to see the green teen sitting next to her, trying to imitate what she was doing. "And what, I dare ask, gave you the idea that you were allowed inside my room at any given time?" she questioned sarcastically.
"The gang and I were wondering if you were up for a game of volleyball on the rooftop...you wanna?" He looked at her with his wide eyes full of hope.
She giggled softly to herself as she realized his hair was still messed up from sleep. "Who brushed your hair this morning? A porcupine?" She stated, and reached up to pat down his locks.
He grabbed her wrists and removed them from his head, giving her a suspicious look. "Uh, did one of your emotions get loose again, Rae?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
Raven looked down at her wrists being held by his strong hands, catching herself wondering why she had never noticed it before. She stood, now emotionless again, walking to the sliding door. "What, you're allowed to come into my room whenever you feel like it but I'm not allowed to have some trace of happiness every once in a while?" She turned back to him, his face looking cautious and wary.
"Oh...okay...so does that mean you're in for the volleyball game?"
She walked out the door and into the hallway, glancing briefly back at him. "Well, I'm not out, if that's what you're implying."