Priestess Aishisu: This is dedicated to Nobodyslistening[lp, for supporting me in my new profile.
From the top to the bottom
Bottom to top I stop
At the core I've forgotten
In the middle of my thoughts
The wind.
It was cold and unforgiving, whipping at the young woman who had climbed to the top of the building in the middle of the windstorm. It lifted her blue cloak and purple hair, slapping at her pale face and slender legs. But she ignored it.
Taken far from my safety
The picture's there
The memory won't escape me
But why should I care
She gazed out at the blue waters. Usually so calm, they were being tossed and ruffled by the wind. But when the storm ended, the water would settle back into place and shimmer like it had before.
She would never shimmer. She would always remain dull...and grumpy...and unloved.
From the top to the bottom
Bottom to top I stop
At the core I've forgotten
In the middle of my thoughts
No matter how serene she seemed outside, inside she was a turmoil. The cruel wind slashing at her was nothing compared to the sizzling fires of evil within.
Who would ever care about someone like her?
Taken far from my safety
The picture's there
The memory won't escape me
But why should I care
"Raven?" Cyborg called, looking around the Tower.
"Where did that woman get to?" he muttered to himself. She couldn't have gone outside—not in this weather.
There's a place so dark
You can't see the end
Skies cock back and shock
That which can't defend
He loved Raven, loved everything about her—even her creepiness and infuriating attitude. He had loved the mysterious empath for over three years, and had always been too afraid to tell her.
Raven had never been the warmest person, in fact at times she could be quite cold, and he was forever afraid she would reject him.
The rain then sends dripping
Acidic questions forcefully
The power of suggestion
Plop.
Had that been a raindrop?
Another fell, then another, and soon Raven was going to be drenched.
Then with the eyes shut
Looking through the rust
And rotten dust
A small spot of light
Floods the floor
Her cloak billowed around her, beads of rain slipping down her pale legs as she stood calmly, viewing the tumultuous but strangely beautiful sight. The rain didn't bother her.
The iciness was getting to her, though. Vaguely she wished that she had a warmer outfit.
It pours over the rusted
World of pretend
Then the eyes ease open
And it's dark again
Cyborg was getting very worried. Raven was too intelligent to go outside in the storm, and so was he. But if she wasn't outside, and wasn't in the tower, one question remained:
Where was she?
From the top to the bottom
Bottom to top I stop
At the core I've forgotten
In the middle of my thoughts
Knock, knock.
"Yes?" called a sweet voice. A curly-haired, green-eyed redhead exited the room and smiled innocently at the half-robot.
Taken far from my safety
The picture's there
The memory won't escape me
But why should I care
"Starfire, have you seen Raven?" Cyborg asked, his mechanical heart beating very hard. He certainly hoped Starfire had seen her. It was unlikely that she was with Robin or Beast Boy, but she might be with Starfire.
Starfire tilted her head, puzzled. "She mentioned something about going outside to watch the storm."
In the memory you'll find me
Eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly
Until the sun rises up
The bracing wind stung now, too frigid even for her. There had never been anything like this on Azarath.
Raven wondered how her mother was doing, and wondered if she would ever see her again. Her mind lingered on neither thought, but she had to keep her mind off the chill.
Now you got me caught in the act
You bring the thought back
I'm telling you that
I see right through you
She couldn't feel anything anymore, and everything suddenly seemed very dark. Tears filled her eyes.
People thought she was emotionless, but she could love. She loved Cyborg, but he would never love her. No one had ever loved her.
Now you got me caught in the act
You bring the thought back
I'm telling you that
I see right through you
Cyborg sprinted outside, and gasped in disbelief.
Raven's slender body lay on the ground, her lips blue. Sobbing and choking, he pressed his lips helplessly against hers. She was ice cold.
In the memory you'll find me
Eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly
Until the sun rises up
After the storm, the three remaining Titans found Cyborg and Raven lying side by side. They were both dead.
In the memory
You will find me
Eyes burning up
Cyborg and Raven were buried together the very next day, in a tomb that no cold could ever breach.
The darkness
Holding me tightly
Until the sun
Rises up