Author's Note: Considering the shortness of this fic, I was planning on finishing it regardless of how many reviews I was getting. That, and I think it's pretty good…just my opinion. So, I'll be updating this rather frequently. I expect to be finished before the end of this month.

Disclaimer: Teen Titans; I don't own.

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I suppose I've gotten used to the nights always being cloudy, for it took me quite some time to realize that it was a full moon and all the stars were shining brightly in the dark sky. Back when the city had electricity, the lights made it so hard to see the stars in the sky like this, even from the tower. And of course, all the lights in the tower were off. The only means we had of getting electricity was by using some of Cyborg's power cells, and because of the limited supply of said power cells, we had to sacrafice a lot of things.

For example, the tower's former state of the art security system was now limited to a manually activated alarm, which meant that one of us would have to stay up and keep watch while everyone else slept. Also, the television was restricted to only be on for an hour a day, and that was only to watch the news to see how Slade was progressing. In fact, we recently stopped watching it all together, since the news seemed to get worse every day. And the worst part was that Cyborg was down to his last two power cells, which meant that we'd have about a month before we had no electricity at all, and about two months before we had no more half-robot friend.

I bit my lip as I looked all the way down the massive length of the tower. At the base of our enormous home, I saw the beach I had sat on so many times, accompanied by the abundance of rocks which the ocean waves splashed against. I remembered all the wonderful conversations that Beast Boy and I used to have on the beach. Back when he was so kind to me and always used to tell the funniest jokes…ok, so they weren't that funny, but I would always laugh at them, just because they were told by him. And then there was Cyborg, always joking around with him…and Robin, who was usually very serious but his heart always warmed when he was with Starfire, who used to be so cheerful…and Raven….well, at least we had Raven then. It all just seemed so surreal now.

They say remembering good times in your life is actually a very good way to talk yourself over the ledge.

I heard the sound of the ocean waves calm down at the base of the tower, as if inviting me. As I stated, the tower was enormous, and it was a long way down. I was tougher than the average human, but not even I would be able to survive a fall like that, so long as I refrained from using any of my powers.

It's strange…it wasn't the first time I thought about doing this. In the past, when I would attempt this act by bringing a knife to my wrist or putting a firearm to my temple, my heart would start racing and fear would find its way into my brain. Sometimes, I would even start to cry. But now…my heart wasn't racing at all. In fact, I felt perfectly calm as I was literally one step away from putting an end to all my problems.

Just one step….it's not hard….just move my right foot over the edge, and it'll all be over with….

"Starfire…? Is that you?"

You've got to be kidding me. Now?

With me standing on the ledge, I probably appeared taller than I was. Combine that with the fact that Robin's illness blurred his vision, and I could see where he might think I was the Tamaranian princess. Also, my hair kinda looked like hers from the back. Only hers was much cleaner…silkier…smoother….not to mention a more uncommon color…

Man, I really should jump now.

I suddenly heard him cough rather loudly, and I already knew that there was blood. I sighed briefly and hopped off of the ledge, although in a different direction than I had originally intended. "No, Robin, it's me. Starfire looked tired, so I offered to take her shift tonight." I said as I walked up to him and circled around him so that I was behind his wheelchair. True, Starfire had looked tired and I thought it would be nice of me take her night shift, but of course the real reason for my generosity was so that I could off myself in peace.

"Oh…" He said, wiping the blood from his mouth. I knew he hated appearing so weak, especially in front of his team, but if anything he was still the strongest of all of us. He was the strongest because he was the only one left who hadn't given up hope. Even through his worsening illness, he still continued to search for any kind of leads to where Slade was hiding. He was the only one who continued to talk about finding Raven and putting an end to Slade's army once and for all. Then again, maybe this was just his way of coping with the fact that we were doomed.

"Come on, Robin. Let me take you back to your room." I said as I grabbed the handles of his wheelchair and steered towards the elevator, which was also a very power-consuming necessity considering the boy wonder's condition.

Ok, minor setback. All I had to do was bring Robin back to his room, and then I could resume where I left off. Easy…..

"Terra?" He began as the elevator began to move. Without waiting for my acknowledgement, he continued. "I'm really glad you came back to us. Even after all the things in the past, you've been an invaluable asset to this team and you've stuck with us for so long. I don't know where we'd be without you." My grip on his wheelchair tightened, and my eyes narrowed into slits. I felt my teeth clench as frustration surged through me.

Goddamn him! Making me feel important! Did he know? Did he plan this out somehow? Now I wouldn't be able to do it without feeling at least a bit guilty! A burning sensation welled up in my chest. He had gotten me this time…..

I really should have just jumped when I had the chance.

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I was on a roll now. Although it seemed like my kills were putting up less of a fight every day… in my eyes, death was death. It didn't matter whether they had supernatural powers or were helpless humans trying to protect their children…they all bled the same color, and they all looked equally as helpless when it came time for their lives to end.

Unfortunately, I recently had lost all means of attaining a decent fight. During one of my quarrels in the past week, I suppose my GPS must have gotten busted in the chaos. So now, my killings were mostly limited to defenseless scrubs who tried to hide out in rural areas. I suppose if it was that big of a deal, then whoever was sending me to those places in the past probably would have found a way to get me a new one by now. But it didn't matter. In fact, if anything, actually hunting and guessing where people might be hiding out was even more fun that getting into a decent fight.

As I soared through the mountains, scanning the area for a well hidden hut or other small shelter where somebody might try to hide, my sensitive ears picked up the most lovely and peaceful melody. I stopped for a moment and closed my eyes, listening to the soothing music calm my usually violent state of mind. I found myself humming along with the tune, allowing my subconscious to lead me to where it was coming from.

When the song suddenly stopped, I opened my eyes and found myself surrounded by the most beautiful terrain of dandilions and luscious green grass. As I took in the gorgeous scenery, I noticed a blonde haired boy sitting on a stone. In his arms, I saw what I immediately identified as an acoustic guitar. He didn't move an inch as I approached him, only stared at me with his bright blue eyes.

"That was you playing that song, wasn't it?" I smiled at him as I got closer. He said nothing to me, he only continued to stare at me with the same blank expression. "Oh, a quiet one." I like the quiet ones…they make the most wonderful screams.

I was now mere inches away from him, his composure still hadn't changed since my arrival. "Would you play me another?" I asked him in the sweetest voice I could manage. As I looked deeper into the bright blue orbs, I found myself backing away and closing my eyes. I instantly knew what he was doing, as I could feel his consciousness probing my mind. It was probably a useful technique on anyone who wasn't an adept in psychic power, but my half-demon brain and proficiency in mind powers made it so I could throw him out of my conscious with little effort.

When I recovered from his little mind assault, I made the stone he was sitting on explode. When he fell on his back, I took the remains of the stone and bombarded him with the shattered pieces. Even as the rocks smashed his face in, knocked his teeth out, and bruised random parts of his body, he still made no kind of noise. No scream of agony, no grunts of pain, not even an 'ouch'. Now I was getting mad. What was the point in killing someone if you couldn't hear them cry out in pain?

"What the hell is wrong with you!?" I yelled as I hovered above his beaten and broken body. My eyes began to glow with a dark, ominous color and the dandilions around us started to slowly wither away. Above my head, I formed a gigantic mass of dark magic in the shape of a dragon.

Now, I wasn't the best artist, so objects I made from my powers were only so detailed, but this thing was huge. I even surprised myself a bit with how detailed and intimidating it looked. Now I knew he was afraid. He had to do something now. Maybe he'd beg for mercy? Maybe he'd yell some final curses at me? ….at least a scream?

But all I got was the sound of an acoustic guitar.

I froze and looked down at him. The song he was playing now was different from the one earlier. This one, instead of sounding peaceful and soothing, sounded tragic, sad, and…oddly familiar… I knew I heard the song before, but I couldn't for the life of me remember. When I looked at him, the emotionless expression on his face had changed into one of sadness. He frowned at me as his sad blue eyes bore into mine. Normally, I'd be estatic, for at least I got some kind of rise out of him, but there was something about the way he was looking at me. It was almost as if he wasn't even sad about his own fate…it was almost as if….

Was he being sad…..for me?

Ya know what? I changed my mind. I hate quiet guys.

My mass of dark magic came crashing down on the boy like a ten ton hammer, putting an end to his song and completely wiping him away from existence. As I looked down at the crater I had caused, I found it strange that his instrument was the only thing that remained in tact. In fact…it looked completely unscathed. Had I…protected it? No – impossible, I definitely would've noticed.

I figured I must have been pretty mad when I killed him, for I was just noticing that the beautiful flowers and grass that once graced the summit of the mountain were now replaced with barren terrain. As I began to fly away from the scene, I could still hear the sound of the song he was playing before his demise in my head. Where had I heard it before? And why had he looked at me in such a manner? And why hadn't he at least let out a cry of death before I killed him?

And why the hell was my head hurting so bad?

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Author's note: Yep, I'm updating anyway. Like I said, I'm going to finish this fic.