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Author's Note: I really enjoyed writing this chapter, so I hope you enjoy reading it. This is a big lead up into the next chapter or two, which may turn out to be lengthy. I would like to inform everyone that this will most likely be a 10 chapter story arc, with the climax in chapter 5-7. Just a head's up in case you are wondering how long I plan on dragging this out. Thanks to all who have taken the time to review :) Please feel free to ask me any questions in the reviews, I will answer them at the end of each chapter.

Until Next Time,

-valenciabelieves

Chapter 4: Every Time I Look For You The Sun Goes Down

The door had one word on it, a name: Raven. When I saw that name on her door tonight tonight, I read it aloud to myself.

"Raven."

That name on the door didn't just signify a person; it signified a room in which everyone was forbidden to enter. Until a few months ago it was a place that the entire team avoided like the plague; not so much because of the room itself being creepy, but because of the person who inhabited it. None of us even wanted to imagine what would happen if Raven found one of us snooping around in her room.

Don't get me wrong, we all loved Raven and knew that she would always be our friend, but crossing her wasn't something any of us wanted on our agenda. I used to have nightmares where Raven would catch me sneaking around in her room. She would then proceed to send me to another dimension.

"Raven." I said again.

It was a room that contained memories that I would cherish forever. It was a room that contained a keyhole view of Raven's personality and habits. It was a room that was as mysterious as it was unwelcoming; but when I opened the door and stepped inside, I had never felt more at home.

I looked around the room. I had spent more nights here than in my own bedroom in the past couple of months. Not that it was a bad thing, of course. As good as it felt to be in here again, something was missing. Rather, someone was missing.

"Raven."

I went to her bed and sat down, trying not to think about the mayhem that was possibly occurring downtown at the moment. I looked around at the expanse of books, at the random artifacts and sculptures that Raven cherished. Her closet was open, revealing four of her trademark blue cloaks, and four black leotards. I don't think she owns any other clothing.

I stood up and idly walked to her dresser. There was a book on it. Books were something that I usually ignored, but I picked this one up. It wasn't just a book, it was a diary. It wasn't your normal girls' diary that was pink and decorated with flowers. This one was jet black and had the word "Diary" on it in thin red letters, which had clearly been scribbled on there by Raven herself.

Overcome with curiosity, I opened it and flipped through the pages.

Empty.

Every single page was blank. Not that I was surprised, I didn't think Raven would be one that could keep up with a diary. I set it down and my hand bumped something else, something that could potentially be the answer to the problem or Rage: Her mirror.

Careful not to look into it just yet, I thought about what looking in would mean. I would enter into either Raven's mind, or Rage's mind. Trying to maintain positive thinking, I would assume that I entered Raven's mind. From there I would search for and find Raven. Best case scenario, I would be able to help her regain control. I would then help her suppress Rage, and I would find the way out and everything would go back to normal. And all of that is assuming that Raven is willing to accept help from the guy who betrayed her trust completely.

Worst case scenario, I enter Rage's mind and burn in the inferno.

After weighing the options, I decided it was probably not a good idea to look into the mirror, but considering everything that was going on, it might be the best shot I had at stopping this whole mess. If Raven was capable of regaining control on her own, she would have done so already. At least if I went into her mind and was able to find her, I might be able to help her restrain Rage.

As I turned my head to look down at the mirror that I held in my hand, I subconsciously said one last thing aloud to myself. Maybe it was for good luck, maybe it was because I was trying to tell the mirror where I wanted to go.

"Raven."

I looked in and felt darkness wash over me.