Well, this is Chapter 3! Again, I'm sorry it took me a while but writer's block is a killer. So are family members who also like spending lots of time on the computer. Well, here you go, and sorry again. Please read and review!

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans or anything else in this story except the plot. If I did, there would be a season 6, 7, 8...20000, 20001...


Chapter 3: Anger Management

Raven's eyes were wide and fearful. That word kept ringing in her head over and over. 'Trigon...Trigon...'She thought her troubles were over with him, until now. She was just beginning to hope that her life could go on, that she could live and, admittedly, love. Without the feared presence of her father in her mind, maybe she could be free to express her emotions a little more. 'I should have known better' she thought. 'I should have known that he would never leave, that I could never be free...but...'

Her laments were interrupted by Beast Boy, who held a colorful poster up to her face. "Hey, look what I found!" Evidently he hadn't heard her and Robin's little chat. Star and Cyborg seemed oblivious, too.

"I can't really read it when it's this close to my eyes, Beast Boy," she muttered.

"Oh, right," he mumbled. "Here ya go!"

Handing the piece of paper to her, he bounced up and down in anticipation, bearing one of his trademark elfish ear-to-ear grins. She looked at the rolling, inviting script and eye-burning colors, eyes growing narrower and more disgusted with each line. Tossing the insignificant little waste of tree over her shoulder, Raven proclaimed she was heading out to the T-car. Robin picked up the advertisement from the ground, now smudged with dirt and dust.

CARNIVAL DU MYSTIQUE! It said on the top in big, bold letters. COME WHILE YOU CAN! GAMES, TOYS, PRIZES, RIDES, AND LIVE LION-TAMERS! Located in scenic Jump City! (we are not responsible for injury or mortality from entertainment, rides, toxic food, lions, or angry staff members) THANK YOU AND PLEASE COME! SHOWING FROM SATURDAY TO FRIDAY THIS WEEK!

These words were set on a background of flashy reds, yellows, oranges, and subtle black hues. Pictures of gigantic lions, carnival rides,a cannon, and an extremely scary-looking clown covered any blank spots on the page. Robin snickered at the lively display of stupidity. The small print especially caught his eye and he chuckled. Bad idea. Star drifted over, interested in the goings-on.

"Please, friend Robin, why are you doing the laughing and what is that?"

"Err..Star, don't..." Robin started to stutter but it was too late. She had already grabbed the paper from his hands.

"OH, ROBIN, I WANT TO GO, I WANT TO GO!" she shouted as she squealed and jumped up and down.

"Star, I really don't think we have time..." he began before seeing the look on her face. Her eyes were huge and watery and looking up at him with a facial expression similar to that of a little kitten. Of course, his heart softened at the little-girlish attitude of his teammate and, sighing defeatedly, he gave in.

"Fine, Star, we'll go."

"EEEEE!" She squealed as she skipped and twirled, linking arms with Beast Boy in a wild do-si-do. He was celebrating the chance to rest from fighting, too, and did a few backflips before realizing that Cyborg was waiting in the T-car along with Raven. The jubilant two and solemn third person walked (and skipped) over to the vehicle.


Back at the Tower, Raven was meditating solemnly above the couch. Star had gone off to her room to water some Tamuranian fungus of hers, Robin was practicing in the gym, (surprise, surprise...) Cyborg was shining and buffing his precious T-car, and Beast Boy had disappeared into the biohazard he called his room to do who knows what. Pure, undisturbed silence filled the common room while she floated, softly chanting her mantra every few seconds.Unbeknownst to Raven, a small green cricket watched her from the chair across the room.
In her mindscape, Raven was meditating on an island of rock floating in an empty nothingness. Stars dotted the distant black skies and comets streaked through every few seconds. Her emotions whirled about her, a swirling mass of colors revolving around a dark sun. They slowly circled her, menacingly stalking the dark girl. All of a sudden, one color broke out of the trance. It was a bright, burning red. The pigment of it swelled and pulsed, as though breathing, and the living emotion flew in a lightning bolt of pure rage right into her chakra. The calm girl jerked backward with the force of the blow and fell to the ground.

"No..." she muttered. Her eyes morphed into four red slits, and her dark blue cloak started to flare into a deep, angry red. "Urghh..." she moaned as the emotion continued its attempt to take over. As she tried to scream, a gravelly rasp escaped instead. Raven went into a coughing fit, digging into the ground with her fingers as the heaves shook her body. A deep, controlled voice echoed through her mindscape.

"Raven...you know you can never escape me. I am part of you, a vital section of your consciousness. Without my help, you would never have had your powers and never would have met your...friends." With that word, the voice shook with an unspeakable, untamed rage. "Never underestimate my power. You may have escaped the prophecy, but I will NEVER leave. I am more than a memory. I am real, and I will control the Earth...eventually. Remember my warning..."

The voice faded away, and the red-colored emotion silently slipped out of her head and into the circle of revolving emotions. With a gasp, Raven sat up and screamed with a horrible intensity. She lost control of her mind and returned to her normal body, falling and slumping to the ground in a mixture of exhaustion and horror. She looked at her hands, seeing her father's trademark symbol printed on the palms. Sighing tiredly, Raven gave in to the persisting unconsciousness. She saw a flash of green and purple out of the corner of her eye before everything faded to black.


Beast Boy was watching Raven. She looked so peaceful, floating there, meditating. He didn't know why he liked to watch her. Maybe it was because everything else in his life was so hectic and loud, and this silence was his form of meditation. This time was different, though. Raven had begun tossing and turning, sweat beading on her face and a grimace contorting her features. He morphed into human form and watched, wide-eyed. His friend had all of a sudden clenched her fists, and the glow of Trigon's symbols appeared all over her face and limbs.

Speechless, he stood stock-still as a red beam of light formed around her body. For a moment, the beam swelled, then imploded with a resounding boom. Beast Boy closed his eyes against the painful heat and threw his arms over his face. When he looked up, he was astounded by what he saw. Fire coated the inside of the room, smoking and eating up everything in sight like some kind of ravenous animal. Blue-yellow flames danced along the floor, walls, and ceiling, destroying everything in sight and roaring as it went.

Raven was curled up into a ball, eyes glowing white and, for a moment, her cloak turned red and four red eyes appeared where her two violet ones normally resided. Fear and instinct took over Beast Boy's body and he fled from the room, jumping over masses of flames and burning the soles of his shoes in his haste. Outside the room, there was silence. This felt strange to him, because even though only he and Raven knew of the chaos that was going on in the common room it seemed like the other Titans should be there.

Beast Boy leaned up against the smooth, cool wall and sighed. His heart was beating so rapidly that he could feel his pulse in his wrists. In a futile attempt to calm it he put a palm to his chest. Sinking to the ground, he recounted the events. He was still in shock, and that's probably why he was so calm and wasn't trying to put the fire out. "OHMIGOD THE FIRE! RAVEN!" he screamed as he realized the fire hadn't been stopped and Raven was still in there.

Running back into the common room, he was surprised to find all traces of the fire gone. Not a scorch mark remained on the couch, his shoes were restored, and not a lick of flame was in sight. Raven, though, wasn't in as good a state. She was slumped on the ground, the symbols still covering her limbs, and he ran over to help. She gave a low, weak moan and fell into unconsciousness.


Well, that's Chapter 3! I know it's really short, but I feel like that was a sufficient stopping point, and I'm tired of writing in different POV's... Ok, this is getting a lot more morbid than I wanted. If anyone is getting frustrated with my lack of fluffiness, please punch me in the head as much as you like. I'm sorry, but the story is writing itself. I can't control it anymore...AAAHHH! But there WILL be plenty of fluff in the next chapter, I PROMISE you this time! That's all for now! Thank you soo much for reading it! Buh-bye now!