Raven slowly awoke as she regained control of her body. As her eyes focused themselves, she noticed she was in Beast Boy's arms. Glancing up at his face, Raven stared into his determined eyes. He didn't look back at her. She decided he must not have seen her wake up. Gazing at the wall behind Beast Boy, she noticed it was speeding by at an alarming rate. Finally, she had the whole picture. She was being carried by Beast Boy, a running Beast Boy. Gripping on to his arms to hold on, Raven closed her eyes. Why was he running so fast? For some reason he wouldn't stop and kept raising his speed as he weaved through the corridors. Raven looked behind the green boy once again and tightened her hold on him. Where is he even going?

As if to answer her question, Beast Boy suddenly came to a halt.

"Whoa, slow down BB. What's the matter?" Raven tried to look at the body that made the remark, but Beast Boy's tight grip made it nearly impossible to move.

"It's Raven, I found her in her room, and she wasn't moving and-"

"Calm down. What's wrong with Raven?"

"Nothing, I'm fine," she responded. In shock, Beast Boy dropped her and pulled away dramatically. As Raven landed on the floor, she swore she felt her eyes split in four for a split second but no one else seemed to notice. She unconsciously pulled her hood down lower as she rose from the ground and gave Beast Boy a dark look. His apology was in his nervous chuckle.

"If you are truly feeling the alright, then why were you in the Beast Boy's arms?" Starfire asked as she poked her head out from the fridge. Raven remained silent, looking to Beast Boy for answers. Everyone followed her lead and interrogated the Changeling with their unmoving eyes.

"What was I supposed to do? You were on the floor and you weren't moving!" he replied defensively.

"A better question is what were you doing in my room?" Raven questioned angrily while warning him with a death glare.

"Well, you see, uh, about that. I knocked on your door to see if you wanted to play some stankball. But then you didn't answer, so then I got worried-"

"Yeah, because she's never really ignored you before," Cyborg chimed in teasingly. After lowering his head in annoyance, Beast Boy continued.

"Yeah but her eyes were glowing." At that everyone, turned their attention to Raven.

"Raven? Is everything-" Before Robin could finish his question, the alarm rang throughout the Tower. "Titans, go!"

Letting out a sigh of relief, Raven followed her friends out of the living room but was stopped in the doorway.

"Don't think this conversation is over. I still want answers," Beast Boy demanded. Raven looked away so their eyes wouldn't meet.

"I don't have any," Raven muttered. Just as Beast Boy opened his mouth to say something, Raven brushed him aside and wearily floated to the rest of the team. When she knew she was out of his sight, the half-demon rested her body on the wall beside her. She felt so weak; it was almost as if her energy was being devoured. Raven slid down the wall and sat on the floor. What was happening to her?

Raven felt a pair of arms circle around her body and lift her from the cold ground. This time it was Robin who held her. She looked quizzing at the young hero and witnessed all her friends approach.

"Friend Raven, are you, okay?" Starfire asked with worry dancing in her emerald eyes. All the Titans waited for an answer, but she did not give one. Raven just avoided eye contact and attempted to lift herself from Robin's hold.

"Don't worry, go ahead without me. I'll catch up soon."

"Uh, Raven, we already did," Beast Boy replied. In confusion, Raven looked to Robin.

"Well, we waited for you and Beast Boy and when he said that you weren't going, we-"

"He what?" Raven asked, glaring down the green boy who rubbed his neck in embarrassment.

"You looked like you were having trouble," he explained nervously. Raven rolled her eyes and noticed something behind them. No, it couldn't be.

"Raven!" the Titans shouted as she lowered herself to the ground once again.

"How long have I been here?" Raven asked faintly.

"You've been sitting here for a couple of hours. We thought you were just meditating or something, until-"Cyborg managed to cut himself off and looked solemnly to the ground.

"Until, what? I didn't hurt anyone did I?"

"No, no, it's nothing like that. It's just that, well-"

"Well, what?"

"You said some things."

"Like what?" Raven asked, growing annoyed and weary with Beast Boy's uncertainty. "What did I say?" Beast Boy lowered his head. It was obvious he couldn't bring himself to repeat the words that came out of her mouth. No one did; until Robin spoke up.

"You said you wanted to kill."

"What?" Raven asked in disbelief. She looked down at her hand to see it glowing with a familiar sign. The doors around her swung open and the single vase across from her shattered. Everyone seemed to jump except Robin who carried a questioning expression on his face. Before he could investigate the mark, Raven drew her hand closer to her chest.

"Raven?" Beast Boy's voice echoed through her head. It held concern and a hint of curiosity. Raven glanced up from the secular symbol to find Robin's hand reaching for her while the others huddled around. In mass panic, Raven tried to lift herself up but lacked the energy to even move. After noting everyone's worried faces, she melted through the floor and ended up in her room.

Without the unbreakable glares, she was able to slowly stand with the support of her small desk. Raven carefully progressed to her bookshelf. Before she could reach it, she tripped and her face planted into the ground. Despite this, she managed to pull herself to the books and searched frantically for the one she was looking for.

As she ran her fingers across the spine of each book, Raven skimmed through each title in hopes of finding the right one. Spells of the Dark, Ancient Legends, The History of Azarath, Earth Culture, Batman: Return of the Legend, Guide to Meditation, Dark Magic and Control: Volumes I and II. Raven drew back in worry. It wasn't there. No, it had to be here. Where had she put it? Before she could remember, a chilling voice announced itself from the corner of her room.

"Looking for this?" Raven watched in horror as the figure stepped into the light.

"Slade?"

"Hello, Raven. Miss me?" In the only response she knew, Raven let her dark magic take form.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Slade said, holding out a book that read The Prophecy.

"How did you-"

"It's not really important is it? As it stands now, you want it and I have it," he explained, holding the book out of her reach.

"What do you want?" Raven asked skeptically as she tried to sit up. She watched as Slade crouched in front of her and leaned in close to get his message across.

"Revenge."

"Revenge? What did I ever do to-"

"Not you, my dear." Slade glanced down at the book in his hands.

"But he's-"

"Don't pretend he hasn't come to you in dreams or visions. You can't just wish him to be gone. He's still there, he always will be," he declared as he turned his back to Raven and flipped through the book.

"He's visited you, too. Hasn't he?" Raven questioned. Slade closed the tome and chuckled softly.

"Nothing gets by you, my dear. Well, what's it going to be?" Slade asked. Noticing her hesitance, he added, "I know more. There are ruins, old writings, and prophecies I can guarantee you've never even heard before. I can take you. So, do we have a deal?"

Before Raven could reply, a knock echoed throughout her dark room, making them both turn their heads to the door. After some contemplation, Raven nodded and said, "We should go."

The calls from the Titans on the other side fell upon deaf ears.