A/N sorry this chapter took so long I'll try to be quicker with my updates from now on.

Chapter 2: Anger Issues

"Where are we going?" asked Terra, making an effort of running quicker to catch up.

"We're going to get Beast Boy back," Blackcross replied. He seemed to be running faster purposely.

"That's not what I meant," retorted Terra flatly, pausing to change her pace into a slow jog.

Blackcross sighed, exasperated. "We're going to see my mentor," he responded. "Now no more questions." Pausing before an alley, he shifted slightly so only a side angle of him faced the darkness creeping through. Then, conjuring his syth again, he worked swiftly at slashing through the open air to create a portal. He and Terra walked through it.

Terra and Blackcross emerged from the portal back into the temple. He glanced around at the familiar surroundings of his room.

"Where are we now?" Terra wondered.

Blackcross was by now a bit more than annoyed at her constant questioning. He spun on his heel to face her. "Let's get something straight," he snapped. "I don't trust you enough, Terra, if you want my trust you have to earn it and, until then, I'm only telling you the bare essentials, nothing more."

Terra was taken aback at his sudden outburst. "It was only a question!" she argued loudly. "You don't have to take so much to heart. And I don't need your trust."

Searching for his next words, Blackcross came to the conclusion it was best to neglect her comment and chose to lead them out of the room and to Albatross's altar. "Follow my lead," he said once they got to the altar.

Like before, Blackcross took a torch and lit one of the pyres. He then handed the torch to Terra and watched warily as she did the same. He took the torch from her and put it back on the wall before bowing at the altar. Terra followed suit.

A moment later, Albatross appeared, taking shape in his signature eerie form. "Rise," he called out.

Hearing his demonic voice clawing for order left a shiver run down Terra's spine. They both stood up almost steadily.

"Albatross, I need Beast Boy's soul," said Blackcross briskly, not willing to waste time's display.

"Andrew, you know life only flows in one direction," replied Albatross serenely.

"Not for you," said Blackcross, almost accusingly, to add to that.

"Even I am bound by laws," Albatross rumbled, evaporating a cloud surrounding him before it rose and spread once more.

"Then there is nothing we can do?" Blackcross asked dejectedly.

Alabatross looked over towards Terra's direction. Her blonde hair seemed to slump along with her profile, almost parting to the left.

"I didn't say that," responded Albatross. "But, Andrew, are you sure you want to go through with this? The price will not be one of convenience."

"I have to," Blackcross said defiantly.

"Very well," decided Albatross. "You may leave temporarily. I need to speak with the girl privately, and then I will proceed to take you to what you seek."

Reluctantly, Blackcross drifted out of the room, leaving the door almost ajar.

"Terra Markov," Albatross demanded, "Step forward."

A terrified Terra obeyed, trembling slightly.

"Do not be afraid," he said. The air appeared to be changing shape around them. "I know what it is you seek. You wish for redemption…redemption from a troubled past."

Terra nodded. "I want to make things right. The Titans were the closest thing I had to a family," she explained.

"A will strong enough to remain faithful to those loyal to you from the start. A quality you and Andrew have in common," Albatross observed. "Gain his trust and he shall lead you to redemption just as you shall lead him. But be warned: your past will tempt you again...and him."

"Slade," Terra responded venomously. "Why must he be alive?"

"Just remember that the choice is yours," said Albatross. "Now, I suppose in order for you to earn your redemption, you will need me to grant you your powers back," Albatross placed a hand on her head tenderly, and it glowed with an enhancing aura.

Terra's eyes glowed yellow. Just as suddenly as they shifted color, a massive earthquake rumbled to life and shook the whole temple.

"Control it!" said Albatross encouragingly.

"Ugh!" she squeezed her eyes shut, mentally reaching out to steady her composure and the momentum it was passing through.

As instantly as the earthquake started, it paused and made up its mind to remain that way.

"Thank you," she replied, bowing directly at Albatross before hurrying back to the original headquarters.

As soon as she stepped inside Blackcross's room, he aimed a glare at her. "What happened?" he demanded.

Albatross appeared next to Terra. "All is well," he said steadily.

"NO! Everything is not all right! I will not stand by while my family dies. I WILL NOT BE MANIPULATED. NEVER AGAIN!" screamed Blackcross, loosing what little control he had left.

His eyes glowed gray as green steam radiated from his whole body. Skeletons started rising from the ground. Spirits made their way to emerge from the steam, and decay projected from the ground under his feet.

"What-what did I-what's happening?" Terra's voice squealed out before dying at her throat.

The chain around Blackcross's neck started to spark with dark energy. All of his power stopped. Blackcross fell to his knees, clutching his head and roaring in agony. A moment later, he lost consciousness, and his chain started to glow a soft white. Around them Earth's rotation appeared to spin the opposite way, swaying back and forth.

Albatross bent down and inspected the chain. "Clever Titans," he mused.

"What just happened?" questioned Terra. "Is he…dead?"

"No," Albatross answered simply. "He's having a vision."

Inside Blackcross's mind

The last thing Blackcross had remembered was Terra causing an earthquake. The aftermath felt blank. Blackcross was touching the feelings he had when he projected his Astral form. As he slowly sat up in the black atmosphere, he realized two things. First, he was not in Quadralithion anymore. Second, he was either dreaming, having a vision, or reliving a memory.

After sitting up and looking around, he noted he couldn't have been dreaming since he didn't remember falling asleep, and he couldn't be having a vision because visions were never this clear and seemed to almost always be vague and cryptic.

But after such realizations, only one thought plagued Blackcross. If he truly was reliving a memory, then the question was whose memory was he reliving? And why?

After Blackcross had passed out, Terra practiced at using her powers for the first time since what seemed a decade and cautiously lay him on the bed. She then turned to Albatross. "Should we be concerned with his current state?"

"No," replied Albatross. "He is not in any real danger, but for now let him sleep."

Terra wasn't so certain she could trust Albatross. Besides his demonic voice, something else about him frightened her. She wasn't even sure she could trust Blackcross. He seemed cold, calculating, and emotionless. All of which were qualities of a certain empath she once knew and envied.

Although Albatross had given Terra her powers back, she couldn't figure out why his specific reason why. The more she thought about all that had happened over the past twelve hours, the more puzzled and the more of a headache she was getting.

Albatross picked up on her confusion and uncertainty. "Come child," he said. "We have much to discuss. You have many questions for which I have answers." And with that, Albatross led the way back to the altar, and Terra slowly followed, allowing Blackcross to catch up on his "sleep."

A/N: second chapter of the sequel. Hopefully you read and liked, once more special thanks to Slytherin-Hunter of Artemis.