YAY! I updated on the date I said I would! I'll try and get the next chapter up maybe a little sooner than this one. I have 90 percent of it written out, I just have to get it typed out and edited. Speaking of editing, lets all give a round of applause to my very patient friend and editor,Raven's Secret! Because of her, this chapter is as good as it is.

Also, I have to send a special thanks to Agent of the Divine One. If he (I hope I'm right and didn't just make myself look like a fool) hadn't reviewed and told me, very honestly, that I was pushing the story to forward to fast, this chapter would be the last of this story. Okay, I know I can hear a lot of you groaning, but hear me out. By slowing this down, it can be longer and better written. Yay. Thank you so much for your honesty, Agent of the Divine One, and I look forward to more of your critic.

Another thank you to Agent of the Divine One for spotting my misuse of 'vile' and 'discerned'. Thanks again.

RabulaTasa has brought it to my attention that I used the Homonym 'site' in place of 'sight'. Thank you John!

I thought up a great disclaimer!

Disclaimer: Had I be the one who owned Teen Titans at the time of the Terra episodes; she would have never just sat in the cave as stone to rot for all eternity. Although that was an excellent punishment, it was not good enough. She should have mysteriously been crumbled into dust so thin no mortal could have done it, even with a grinding machine.

Okay, it's not that great. But I liked it.

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Nothingness. It went on for miles—dark, shadowy nothingness.

A lone entity floated in the gloom, bored out of her mind. Raven was quite surprised at how lonesome Hell was. After all, someone of her birth rights most certainly wouldn't make it into the Holy Empire.

She had at least expected fire and brimstone, maybe a 'warm welcome' from her father. But no. Here she was, floating in the middle of nowhere, with no form of entertainment whatsoever.

"I wonder if I have hands…" So for the next 20 minutes she attempted to answer that question, from pinching herself (which was difficult to do, being unable to feel anything) to waving her "hand" in front of her face in hopes of spotting any trace of it. She didn't.

With a sigh, she sat on the invisible ground, frustrated with her situation. What was the point? She hoped that this wasn't it.

"Well, let's try and point out the positives…" She smiled to herself, or, at least she tried to, still unsure if she even had a mouth. She took a deep breath. Maybe she could make this place work.

"Number one. I don't have to worry about having powers any more." That was good. No more stupid training, or having to read those stupid books on how to control them.

"Number two. I no longer have powers, so I no longer have to worry about my father attempting to manipulate me." No more awful dreams because of it, no more unsettling discussions with him. This just seemed to get better and better.

"Number three. Because I don't have to worry about losing control, I can freely express myself." No more holding back. Something she had wanted for as long as she could remember. It was hers, and she had forever to bask it in it now…But…was it really what she wanted? She shook the thought from her head. Of course this was what she wanted. She couldn't be happier. Right?

"Number four. I'll have the quietest time I've had in a long while." She laughed hesitantly, "It'll be great. No more distractions, no more bothering…" She could feel her mouth dry, and after swallowing, continued.

"…no one to interrupt my meditations, or…or to tell me jokes…" She felt her throat tighten, a burning sensation stinging at her eyes, desperately searching her mind for anything to stop this train wreck of a conversation from happening.

"…Or, or someone to…someone to…to love…" She choked on a sob, tears fell from her unseen eyes, and she hugged herself tightly.

She had never felt so lost.

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She thought she was alone. Oh how wrong she was. He was there.

He watched her, silently weeping to herself on the ground, missing her loved one. Yes, he saw her, even though she could see nothing. He could do many things no one knew of. That didn't matter, though. He needed to tell her- 'Soon…not now. She needs comforting, first.'

"Don't cry, child…"

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Two green eyes flashed open, but immediately closed again facing the brightness of the room. The owner squinted for a moment, attempting to adjust his eyes to the light. His head was pounding, but he was unsure if the lights were the cause of it or not. He cast a glare at them just in case.

His vision was fuzzy, adding to his already building frustration. Ears twitched at the sound of the door hissing open, and, still unaware of where he was, he attempted to rise from his bed, to defend himself from the prowler.

After such attempt, he let out a yelp of pain at the movement of his leg, drawing the attention of the intruder. 'So much for that plan.' Unable to attack, he settled for staring angrily at the figure in the doorway.

"Hey, BB, you're up!" Cyborg's warm voice reverberated around the room, which was slowly becoming clearer to his foggy eyes. It appeared he was in the infirmary, which accounted for the blinding white lights and perhaps the large amount of pain he was in.

A few more blinks brought his friend back into focus. His spinning head was beginning to make him nauseous so he made a request.

"Cy? Could I get some kinda medicine over here? My stomach's twirling."

"I had a feeling you'd ask for some of that sooner or later. Sedatives sure can pack a punch, huh?" His friend's words confusing him, Beast Boy shot the older boy a bemused look.

"Sedatives? Why would I need…" Panic laced his voice as he came to the closest conclusion. "…Oh God, what did I do?!" his wide eyes desperately searched his friend's face for any signs that would prove his theory incorrect.

"Oh…You…You don't remember? …Anything?" The changeling shook his head, the bewildered appearance still plastered to his face. Cyborg sighed, looking away from his friend. Biting his lip, he turning back to his small friend.

-Flashback-

Cyborg had finally finished tying up the unconscious criminal, when he received a call from Robin.

"Cyborg, come in."

"Got'cha loud and clear, Rob. What's up?"

"The men in Robes, they just vanished a few seconds ago. Seemed like they were given an order. Anything on your end?"

"I'm good. Got one of 'em in custody. Called himself 'Leonard'. Know him?"

"No. We'll have to ask Raven." Cyborg paled. "Happen to know where Beast Boy is, by any chance? He ran off in the middle of the fight…Cy? You still there?"

"Y-Yeah," he said, clearing his dry, scratchy throat. "Yeah, I-I'm right here. Um, I-I'll have to get back to you in a minute, okay? I, uh, have to go check on something real quick." A puzzled look fell upon the leader's face.

"All right. Call as soon as you're finished. Robin out." Cyborg quickly shut the communicator and hurried in the direction of his friends. As he shuffled past Leonard, with a small glare directed towards the bound demon, he grabbed him with a muttered "Come on".

Originally he had gathered Leonard and headed of to where he believed Starfire and Robin were. He had left Beast Boy to care for Raven only until he came back with the others and they could move her to a safer place.

After a few stray corners, he knew he was lost and decided to pause and tie the criminal up before he awakened. And then Robin had called.

Now, here he was, attempting to drag the bound criminal back to where Beast Boy and Raven still were.

Finally he found himself back at the open area and, quickly locating his comrades, made his way over to them.

As he came closer he knew something wasn't right. Cyborg ran to his friend's side, ungracefully tossing Leonard on the ground, who responded with an ungrateful grunt as he slammed on to the concrete.

Beast Boy clutched Raven's limp body to his chest, silently rocking back and forth, his head leaning against hers. Tears streamed down his face as he stroked her cold cheek, brushing away the dirt.

Tears welled in Cyborg's eyes and he gently placed a hand on the boy's shoulder, looking down at the girl in his arms also. The changeling flinched at the sudden touch, but looked up at his friend for reassurance.

Cyborg couldn't speak. He could no longer feel his dry throat, or taste his broken lips as he licked them. He thought so hard to figure out some way to condole his friend, to comfort him in any way possible. But he couldn't think of anything that would make that look in the young boy's eyes disappear.

-End Flashback-

Cyborg paused, looking down at his side. He could no longer look into the changeling's eyes. The distress in them, accompanied by the silence, was too much to bear. He sighed before continuing.

-Flashback-

"Cy…Cy, s-she's g-g-gone…" the boy sobbed, still cradling her broken form. "S-She's g-g-gone, and I l-l-let her g-go…" He buried his face into her hair, already soaked from his previous tears.

Cyborg could barely stand, his legs wobbled so much. "Beast Boy—" he started, but was cut off by a sudden groan that startled both titans. A sharp turn revealed that Leonard was waking up. A growl sounded from behind Cyborg, causing him to reface the changeling.

Beast Boy stood now—having placed the still girl's head gently on the ground—his eyes filled with pure hatred. Tears were still evident, but this did nothing to take from his irate features. His nails dug deep into his palms, and he shook with fury.

"You!!! You—you're the one who-who did this!" His breath quickened, and although his voice cracked as he spoke, the same ferocity filled it. Leonard's scarlet eyes peeked open at that moment, finding their way to the glaring boy's. They widened at his glower, none of the previously shown spitefulness filtering through his terrified features.

Cyborg couldn't help feel fearful of his friend at the moment, either. He looked ready to…to kill…'…No…he wouldn't…' But the look in the green boy's eyes told otherwise.

With a loud snarl resounding from his throat, the changeling pounced upon Leonard, who, still being tied up, was unable to do anything to defend himself from the boy's rage.

Beast Boy clawed at the man, attempting to cause him the most pain possible. His shrieks of anguish filled the changeling with some sense of hope; hope that he was avenging her somehow.

Cyborg was speechless. He knew what his friend was doing was wrong, but…what right did he have to stop him? He felt the same way about the vile man that Beast Boy was bloodying at the moment, but…

"Cyborg! Stop him!" Robin's voice broke through his stalled mind. He looked back to see his leader, followed by Starfire, running towards where Beast Boy was currently trying to rip the cloaked man's throat out. Cyborg followed to assist them, and, getting there first, pulled his struggling friend off the battered man.

"No! He deserves to die! Let me go!" Tears streamed down his now dirt-stained face more than ever. He sent another glare at the heavily breathing robed man. "I'll kill you. I swear to God, I'll kill you for what you've done."

Leonard whimpered under his gaze, trying to put as much distance between him and the abusive changeling as possible while tied and gagged.

A sharp gasp was produced by the alien at her friend's disturbing words. The others, visibly shaken, stood dazed at the boy's statements. Cyborg tightened his grip around Beast Boy, who was still violently fighting to escape his grasp.

Robin, the first to recover, made his way over to the struggling boy. "Cy, hold him still." Cyborg stiffly nodded, and attempted to immobilize the boy in his arms. Quicker than most, Robin drew a needle and a vial from his belt. Piercing the protective seal, he extracted the required amount of amber liquid. Only a second later was it in the changeling's arm.

Beast Boy fought drowsiness, but it was too strong of a pull. Enough to over power his ire, he slowly let his eyes fall closed.

"What did you do to him?!" Cyborg's voice became spastic as he looked down at the limp form in his arms. Robin, previously walking towards the villain lying on the ground, turned back to face him, his face stained in distress.

"Calm down. I've just sedated him. He'll be fine." He turned back away. "Tie him up."

"What?!" both Starfire and he objected.

"Tie. Him. Up."

"But-But why? He unconscious, for Pete's sakes! We sho-"

"I don't know how long it will take the sedative to be completely absorbed in to his system!" Robin sighed, rubbing his temples with an agitated hand. He turned to look at them. "I don't know how much is required for his unique DNA. I don't want a repeat of what just happened. Tie him up."

With an unsteady sigh, Cyborg placed the unresponsive boy on the concrete and began to encircle him with a rope. He felt like this was degrading his friend, having to be tied up by his own comrades. But he knew Robin was right. It was for the best…

After he finished, he made his way over to where the others were gathered. He felt numb at the sight, his breath catching in his throat. He didn't want to trust his eyes.

Slowly, Cyborg knelt down to the other's level. With a shaky breath, he reached for her cold hand, feeling for some kind of pulse. Over his heavy heartbeat, he could barely hear Robin saying 'It's no use' or something to that effect. He continued, though. He needed to make sure.

He choked up a sob after a minute passed with still nothing. He felt his lip beginning to bleed, he was griping it with his teeth so tightly. Licking the blood off his cracked mouth, he gently set the girl's arm back on the ground. Though he knew it was completely pointless, he scanned her as to at least satisfy himself for once and all.

-End Flashback-

A smile flashed on Cyborg's face, warming the room's atmosphere considerably. His friend's expression concerned him, but he had a feeling this would make him feel noticeably better.

"Raven's not dead, you know."

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Well, I hope this was enough to hold you off for a little while. If anyone has any criticism, please go right ahead and say it. I love hearing what I've done wrong, so that I can fix it and allow people to read it when it's nicer.

Ps. I know this is kinda unexpected, but I just feel like announcing it. I will be revising 'The Fading Light' after this story is finished, which means I'll probably scrap it and start over. Now this is provided I don't get another idea before this is over. Older stories can wait if that's the case. And I swear to God it will be better than it is now. If you haven't read it, please don't until I revise it. Your eyes may bleed.

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