Beast Boy
As I soared over the city below, I remained alert for any sign of Raven or Rouge.
Come on, come on! Think, Beast Boy, think! Where would a criminal master mind hide out with a hostage, besides in Slade's place or the typical-
My thoughts were interrupted when I spotted something lying limp on the ground, but it was a dark color and appeared to be wet. "Raven's cloak!" I realized. I immediately landed and alerted Cyborg of my discovery.
When I walked over, I found that it was not torn at all.
That's odd, I thought. I found a torn peace of blue cloth at the tower that I thought was from her cloak, but this isn't torn... what's going on? I turned into a blood hound to follow a strange scent I had picked up. I finally found that the scent was strongest at a cafe I didn't know existed. I began to investigate.
THUD! The door slammed shut behind me and the lights went out. I ran back to the door, or at least tried, but couldn't find it. I turned into a bat to find it, but my echolocation told me that there were no doors or anything. It seemed I was in a box. But I wasn't alone. I heard a noise, but was knocked out before I could turn. The last thing I remembered was the taste of blood in my mouth before everything went black.
Raven
When I woke up, I opened my eyes and saw only red, orange, and yellow, but my vision was still blurred. when my head cleared I bit, I found I was in a room I didn't recognize with flames painted on the walls. I tried to get up, but my hands were chained to the floor. No matter how hard I tried, my spells didn't work. I huddled to stay warm without my cloak and began to examine my surroundings. That's when I noticed a bluish figure slumped against the wall beside me. It seemed to be covered in running water like a fountain. I closed my eyes and rubbed them, hoping I was dreaming. When I opened them again, I found myself looking into the face of a strange girl.
Her hair was blue and seemed to be flowing like water and covered the right half of her face. She had slightly greenish blue skin lighter than her hair. Her one visible eye was shaped like a cat's, but the iris was the same color as her hair. She was also wearing some kind of armor; a mail shirt made of purple scales, a leatherish belt that appeared to have shark teeth hanging from it, and a knee length skirt made of large green scales. Her feet were bare and her one hand, her left, was cuffed and chained to the floor like my own. Her right arm was gone from the elbow down. "Who are you?" she asked, her voice a barely audible whisper.