Here is chapter two, but remember the deal. This is where it starts to get juicy. Once and only once more, review!
Disclaimer: If I owned Teen Titans, do you think this would be a story, no it would be a series. I don't own them!
Came Home
Message Received
"Why me?" Raven asked angrily. She couldn't believe that her friends were making her tell Beast Boy about the Doom patrol. "Here's a few reasons. 1: You're an empath, 2: He won't mind you telling him as much as the rest of us, and number three, it was your idea." Sure, it probably was best that she did it, and not everyone at once. He would loath that, being in the center of such attention when you're in such pain. Sure she could help him get over and address his feelings, being able to sense emotions from other people. Sure it was her idea, and that she was going to volunteer anyways, but why did they skip straight to her? Grumpily, she mumbled fine and floated out of the room, and headed to the green kid's room.
She patently knock on the door of the changeling, and waited for kid open it. Within a minute, she heard a grumbling and Beast Boy open the door. "Raven? What are you doing?" Asked a surprised shape shifter. "We need to talk. May I come in?" Beast Boy nervously smiled, "If you dare." He led her into his room. "It's cleaner than usual." The visitor said in monotone with a hint of surprise. He led her to his bottom bunk and sat down next to her. She was fidgeting around nervously, almost unable to speak, almost.
"What's up Rae?" The green one asked softly. "It's RAVEN, not Rae. About the Doom Patrol, there's no easy way to say this, but..." Beast Boy, looking at the floor, quietly whispered, "I know, they're dead." His small form quivered under Ravens, still staring at the floor. Raven couldn't believe what she had heard, how could have known, surely no one had told him. "I've been invited to the funeral." His voice, usual chirpy and go lucky, held no such spark. "How long have you known?" She kindly asked the youth besides her. "About three months."
To say Raven was surprised would be an understatement. Never would she have even considered that her friend knew about the Doom Patrol's death. She never felt even the tiniest sliver of pain, sorrow, regret, or even anger. There was no signs of any emotions from Beast Boy what-so-ever. Yet, now emotions were emanating from him almost like a monsoon. Pain, loathing, dread, regret, sorrow, rage, loneliness, and homesickness blasted from his form, threatening her emotional stability.
"I can bring a guest, and I would be honoured if it was you." Beast Boy said while standing up, drawing her from her thoughts. "Why me?" Raven repeated for the second time today, but not from anger, from a heart-warming confusion. "Because you are kind." Beast Boy simple stated, he walked to his window, and stared out to the sea. No one spoke for a while, creating a silence Raven was uncomfortable with. Just when Raven was about to speak up, something along the lines of 'I would be honoured' or 'I am truly sorry for your losses or some other junk, Beast Boy walked to his desk and picked up a picture and spoke.
"I would understand if you don't want to go…" He started at the small picture frame for a few seconds before putting it down, "Find me when you've made up your mind." With that passing phrase, he left his room, leaving Raven in the horror of his messy bed room, and headed for the commons room. Raven, slightly dumb found, was compelled to leave, but was distracted. The picture he picked up was facing her. Slowly, she levitated, avoiding the ground as much as possible, to his cluttered desk.
Slowly, she reached for the picture, half dreading what she would see. The tiny, course wooden frame encased a picture of five people. There was a man, tall and lanky, and covered in bandages, ones that covered his entire being and never showed his face. He was standing behind, hand on shoulder, of a larger man, who wore a purple helm with two antennas sticking out, and wore an intimidatingly serious expression. Besides him was a beautiful woman, dirty blonde, and kind hazel eyes. Besides her was a brazen bronze man, large and metallic, but with a good caring vibe about him. Yet the person who stood out the most a child standing in front of them all. A black jumpsuit, with a purple stripe down the center, a black, purple, and silver mask hiding most of his face save for the emerald eyes and his lower jaw. His skin, while stained green, was the most interesting bit, it clung to tightly to his incredibly thin body. The kid was at death's door, and the kid was Beast Boy.
"Well, this is bound to be fun." Raven monotoned sarcastically when she put the picture down. She knew, at that moment that this was going to be very, very, very painful for her, and so more so for Beast Boy.
The soft footsteps of the green changeling echoed throughout the endless grey halls, making it hard to pinpoint where exactly they were coming from. Beast Boy, not wanting to go to the common room anymore, decided that he would try to get lost in his home, which was working. He was pretty sure that he'd never been down these halls, and was wondering why. That was until he reach the staircase, which the existence of surprised him, and wandered down to the basement, and further still. He entered a large cylindrical cavern, the same one Slade cut out to bury the tower.
He headed down some more, far below the smashed central control panels, and into the dark void of the cold earth. Finally, at the very bottom of the world, and the cavern, was six shiny vault doors, equipped with so many locks that no amount of villains, from Slade to Dr. Light, could get in.
Ever sense the Titans were formed, they had always talked about personal vaults containing what was the most important to them, but never had a trustworthy place to put them. That was until Slade tried to bury the tower, then they had a secret chamber that only the Titans knew about, and Slade, but Slade pretty much had his fair share of Titan fun after the Trigon incident. After that, Robin and Cyborg worked day and night for these six vaults.
Robin, Cyborg, Starfire, Raven… Terra." One sad shape-shifter stated to each of the vaults. He walked over to Terra's vault and considered opening it. Out of all The Titans, Beast Boy was the only Titans who had permission to open another Titan's vault, and he could open Terra's. Yet he would never do it "Terra, I love you" he blurted out. He choose to leave Terra be, and let her live the life she deserved. After oddly stoking Terra's vault, he moved over to his, which was between Terra's and Raven's.
The Titan's common room, where you could practically pinpoint as the center of their lives, was active. Stafire, beating some purple slop with a whisk in the kitchen, it was attacking her. Robin, headphones on, dancing in his seat while reviewing local crime records on the computer. Cyborg, arching left and right with the racing game he was playing. All acted normal enough, but all were plagued by the same worry, 'how was Beast Boy going to take the news?'
Yet low and behold, the moment the main entrance made a single sign of opening, Starfire tossed her growling bowl, land o Cyborg's scalp, and raced to the door, which only revealed Raven, not Beast Boy. "Aw, you are not friend Beast Boy. Where is our friend?" Raven, slightly insulted by starfire, put her attention to Cyborg, who was wrestling angry purple sludge off of his head, and then to Robin, who spoke next. "Yeah, where is he? Did you talk to him?" Raven, still not understanding the situation asked a question back, "You mean he's not here. I saw him come this way after we talked." All but the struggling Cyborg had a look of confusion plastered upon their faces.
The green teenager walked down the long and dark hall, ignoring all of the pictures on the walls. Pictures of a team of heroes, pictures of gruesome crimes, and pictures of a corrupt laboratory. He simply walked on, to a single pedestal at the end of the hall, holding a single device on its grey person. A small circular device, one designed to be hid in the center of his belt. Silvery with two letters painted on the front, 'D' and 'P'. A small red light was coming from an tiny bulb on the side, along with a quiet beeping.
It appears that Beast Boy has a new message.
Cliff hanger! So beast Boy has a message from the Doom Patrol, who are three months dead, nothing suspicious, not yet at least.
Mwhahahahahahaha! I feel evil.
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-A Mad Man