A/N: I would like to apologize for some of grammar mistakes and typos. This was probably one of the more sloppy chapters and I could see how it might have gotten confusing. But my Goal is by weeks end to have at least most of the chapters edited and reread so I can continue this story.

With Love -Ophelia

Chapter 6

With What Little Is Left

She found herself lost among the flashing lights and chaos moving around her. The police were now at the scene and securing it with crime scene tape, asking their "routine" questions that sounded suspiciously insinuating. Raven looked on as a body bag rolled passed her, leaving her with a heavy feeling she didn't quite understand. The man who on occasion infested her nightmares was finally dead, yet that knowledge left her little comfort. If anything, it provoked more questions than she had before. Slade's time of death was pronounced none other than 3 O'clock am, leaving Raven with a haunting suspicion that it was no coincidence.

Moments after Slade died, Beast Boy appeared in the dark pathway after hearing Raven's horrified screams. He looked shocked as his eyes fell on the corpse before him. He took a moment to gather himself, trying to keep a level of composure, but Raven knew deep down he thought she'd killed Slade. It was only when Raven started crying and tried to fly to the roof that Beast Boy began to listen.

"Raven, it's alright, I'm sure the others will understand."

"But, what if they don't." Raven replied frantically.

"They will Raven, it's not your fault."

"My fault?"

"It was self-defense right?" Beast Boy said not realizing her response.

"Beast Boy, I didn't kill Slade… I think... Robin did."

Beast Boy furrowed his brow with a look of shock and confusion, almost disappointed with the conclusion. She knew it was easier to conceive that she were more capable of murder than Robin and that he could never do such a thing. But it appeared that maybe that theory was wrong. Raven found herself becoming quite disgusted with the thought as she could tell Beast Boy felt a little embarrassed that he'd just accused her of such a crime.

Either way, Raven shot up to the roof where she found Robin stumbling to his feet. He was extremely disoriented and had no memory of what had taken place only minutes before. Raven found he had a rather large abrasion on the back of his head. The wound was bleeding moderately and rested just above the occipital ridge. She could tell by the way Robin was talking that he had a mild concussion and used what was left of her healing abilities to mend it. However, he still had little memory of what happened on the dark roof top.

As Raven looked over at him, he seemed withdrawn and a look of guilt wore hard on his features. He may have hated Slade, but Robin didn't have the same carnal taste for blood that drove many mad men to their ends. He appeared uncomfortable with the thought that he may have taken a life and Raven feared the guilt would harden him and eat away at his humanity. But a question still presented itself; if Robin really did kill Slade, then who knocked him out?

Yes it was possible if Robin pushed Slade off the roof that he could've administered a final blow that rendered the young man unconscious. But then how could he have been hit in the back of the head? Or better yet did Robin even witness Slade's murder at all?

"So now tell me again young lady what happened?" A young police officers said in a cocky tone.

"I already told you twice." Raven insisted feeling rather annoyed.

"But you haven't told me," said a more mature, seasoned voice. Raven looked over to see Detective O'Brien standing to her left. He quickly dismissed the young officer and said he would handle the questioning from there on. "Now Raven, if you wouldn't mind from the beginning please."

Raven still looked rather displeased, but she pulled it together and began her horrid tale once more. "I got here a little before three I guess, after I received a call from Beast Boy saying he needed my help. I got here as fast as I could."

"So now, what happened when you got here?"

"I found my friends wounded so I did what I could for them, and then I heard a scream so I ran to help whoever it was."

"… And?"

"There wasn't anyone there. That's when Slade's body came crashing down from the roof."

"Ok, now you told my fellow officer that he was still alive when he landed is that true?" He asked with a cold voice.

"Yes."

"Did he say anything to you before he died?"

"He just said something about how he was going to Hell and that Robin didn't send him there. He also added he would see me in the Pit," Raven said with her head in her hand as she relived the moment.

"Alright, so what happened when you found your friend on the roof?"

"He'd been knocked unconscious and he clearly had a concussion. I used what was left of my healing ability to help him recover."

"Did he say anything to you about the incident?"

"He only asked what happened and I told him that Slade was dead."

"What was his reaction?"

"He was shocked. He couldn't recall most of the fight, and I still think he can't." Raven said peering over at the distant young man.

"Alright, now Raven, let's back track, you heard a scream?" Raven nodded in annoyance as the detective continued. "Ok, well none of your friends heard this alleged scream, in fact, they have no idea why you took off."

Raven looked up at Detective O'Brien in disbelief, her confusion clear in her eyes. "What? It was clear as day."

"Or you are clearly lying to cover for someone, or… yourself?"

"NO! That's ridiculous." Raven said with venom to the implication.

"Is it? You're covered in the victim's blood and you do have a history with the deceased."

"I'm not saying another word other than I didn't kill Slade. I wouldn't sink so low." Raven said crossing her arms with distaste present on her face.

"Alright then, who did?" The detective asked looking over in Robin's direction.

"I don't know, so unless I'm under arrest I'm done talking to you"

Detective O'Brien nodded and began to walk away, but paused before taking his leave. "Oh, by the way, don't leave town for a couple of days that includes your boyfriend."

Raven just glared at the man lividly as he walked away with little more than a shrug. As soon as he was gone she moved toward Robin who was staring off into nothing. His gaze was cold and defeated with a look of lost confusion resting deep on his brow. She sat down next to him, unsure of what to say or even what to think.

"Robin, are you alright?"

He looked back at her still lost in his thoughts, his mind resting heavy on the idea of him possibly being responsible for a man's death. "They think I killed Slade." He said with his head arched in a heavy sulk.

Raven bit her lip with sustain. She didn't know what to think herself. Part of her was happy that Slade was finally gone, yet another part of her felt for the fact that the person she loved may be responsible for his death.

"Robin, I don't think you killed Slade." Robin faked a smile and looked out into the distance again as Raven continued. "I think they'd rather believe I killed Slade." Robin looked over at her with a questioning look on his face. It was clear by this look that it sparked a rather grim question. "I didn't, so stop looking at me that way."

"I'm sorry Rae, I just don't really know what to think right now everything is so…"

"Uncertain, yeah welcome to my life. You're not the one who had to see him die," she said looking down at her blood soaked cloths.

"Yeah Rae, I get it." Robin snapped.

"I'm sorry it's just not really the night I had planned."

"Yeah, tell me about it."

"Robin, what do you remember?" Raven asked after a moment of silence.

"I already told you, nothing." Robin said in a defensive tone.

"I know your lying so you might as well tell me."

Robin looked over at her once more, but doubt burned thick in his stare. It was clear that whatever he was holding back not only disturbed him, but it also caused him to doubt his own credibility.

"What did you see?" Raven asked one last time, hoping her plea would be enough to free his words.

"Whatever it was, it probably wasn't real." He sighed heavily.

"But what if it was?"

"If it was, it wouldn't make any sense. I don't see how it could." The young man ran his fingers through his inky black hair, his face still filled with doubt.

He looked over at Raven and saw the look on her face begging him to reveal the sight. "If I tell you what I thought I saw, you have to promise not to tell a soul."

Raven only nodded and took the boys hand as he began.

"Ok, I remember fighting Slade on the roof. I was able to give him a solid hit to the Ribs and it was enough to make him lose focus for a moment. He said something about how he couldn't be any more proud, because I was becoming more like him than he anticipated. I know now he was only trying to get me to lose my focus and I did. I insisted I would never become such a thing and that I'd rather die than become him."

"So what happened?"

"Nothing I went to take a swing at him with my staff, but then I felt a blow to the back of my head and everything went numb. I hit the ground and rolled over on my back and before everything went dark I saw… no, it's too ridiculous." Robin said shaking his head.

"Saw what?" Raven urged.

"I think I saw…"

"You two ready to go." Cyborg called out, cutting of the Boy Wonder.

The two birds look back at one another and nodded. As they began to walk over to the T Car Raven attempted to get Robin to finish his sentence. However, the boy withdrew even further, insisting it didn't matter. Raven could feel the boy's frustration and resentment he held for his nemesis because deep down inside, he thought he'd killed Slade.

The car ride home was quiet with hardly a word spoken. The mood was a mixture of discomfort and uncertainty, not only toward one another, but also personally. Raven spent most of it looking out the window watching the sun began to peek on the horizon. Robin was seated next to her, his head held low and his mind deep in thought. Beside him, Beast Boy had fallen asleep, exhausted from the chaos that ensued within the last few hours. Cyborg was of course in the driver's seat wearing a worried look on his face which Raven caught in the rear view mirror. Starfire seemed to be on a completely different planet as she was unreachable from the front passenger seat. Every so often Raven would look in her direction and notice she was not only even more shut off, but her beauty was fading. Her skin was becoming more yellow as it seemed to be losing its copper undertones. Her hair had become limp and dull, losing almost all of its body and vitality. There was something wrong with her, something that went much deeper than a broken heart or a bruised ego. Something more sinister.

Once they arrived at the tower, the sun had risen to a golden sky. The night winds had gone and the scent of the morning dew hung light in the air. However, this did little to lighten the mood of which sadness reigned supreme. Each Titan seemed defeated in their own personal way, each one less lively than the next. There was little to be said and even less to be discussed among them as they each split in their separate directions.

Cyborg retreated to one of the labs to repair his physical damage, while Beast Boy set off to tend to Terra. This made Raven want to protest, but she bit her tongue, knowing the argument would facture the team even further. Robin who was still lost deep in his thoughts refused to speak with anyone and only mutter that he was going to bed. Starfire only looked on as her friends dispersed; her gaze cold and listless, leaving little warmth to be found. Raven took a deep breath as guilt crept into her heart. She couldn't help but feel responsible for the girl's ill feelings as they rolled off her like smoke.

"Star, can we talk?" The violet haired girl asked in a cautious tone.

The alien girl only looked back for a moment, her stare empty and her expression blank. It was as though for a moment she didn't comprehend the request. But then looked into the eyes of her counterpart and remembered her lies. Suddenly a spark caught in her stare and Raven could see her hurt and furry visible on her face.

"I do not wish to speak with you Raven." She responded with an icy tone.

"Please Star, just let me explain myself."

"There is nothing to be explained," Starfire said moving toward the hallway, "you wished to keep your feelings for Robin a secret and did so with none of the regard for mine." Once the words left her mouth the alien girl stormed out into the hallway leaving Raven to her loneliness.

A tear rolled down her cheek as an overwhelming sadness plucked all hope away. Raven fought the urge to collapse on the floor though her body fought hard in protest. She pulled what little she had left together and moved sluggishly down the hallway to her room. Upon entering she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. The grotesque image of a girl covered in dirt and dry blood stared back at her and she became revolted at the sight. Quickly she ripped off her uniform, looking horrified at the remnants of dried blood that still stained her white skin. Soon the sound of running water rippling off the tile and echoed from all around her, drowning out the unwanted silence.

Before stepping under the warm water she turned once more to the mirror. Not only was she still bathed in the blood of the man who haunted her nightmares, but she also bore the marks of an enemy she didn't even know. They felt hideous on her skin and brought forth a helplessness she could hardly understand, yet she could. It was something she'd lived with for as long as she could remember, but now it felt, more surreal.

She sat in the shower for hours, letting the hot water fall over her until it ran cold, watching the blood circle the drain, as the memories replayed themselves. Still, no amount of water seemed to wash her clean. The memory of deep red on pale skin was burned too deep and the water would never run clear.

She didn't bother to get dressed, only throwing on a pair of gray shorts and a black tank top. She was still wiping away the tears from her eyes when a thought crossed her mind. Her eyes fell on an old jewelry box on her dresser. Slowly she opened the lid and peered inside. Raven hardly ever wore jewelry and she didn't really possess all that much. But what she had, meant more to her than their value combined. In the box lay a few rings Azar had given her on her death bed. They were solid gold and one possessed a rather large red stone, she believed to be ruby. Beside them lay a thin bracelet Robin had given her for her birthday. It was a simple silver chain she wore whenever they went out. Even just seeing it brought a smile to her face, even for just a moment. Still the silver bracelet wasn't what she was seeking. Her prize lay hidden in a blue velvet bag in the corner of the box that she soon took in her hands. She untied the strings and let the object fall into her palm where it sat only for a moment. It was a gold cross that belonged to her mother. Raven's mother acquired it from her own mother who received it from her mother and so on. The cross had been passed down many generations and was rumored to have come from Rome.

Raven had never worn it and she'd hardly ever touched it. Mostly because one, she felt that to wear such a symbol she would need faith (which she didn't have) and second, if she tapped into her demonic power, it burned her like Hell. Even just holding it in her palm gave her a slight sensation of pain, but nothing she couldn't bear. With a deep sigh she pulled the cross up to her neck and hooked the clasp. The moment the cross fell on her skin a light sting could be felt on her flesh. However, the memory of her mother and its personal meaning over threw the pain and a numbness took over.

Raven fell on her bed with a heavy sigh and looked up at the ceiling aimlessly. Her eyes drifted across the dark plane above her and her emotions scurried to sort through the chaos. Normally she would have meditated, but her mind was too tried to do so. Her fingers traced the skin of her neck, following the thin gold chain down to her collar bone. For a moment, her stare was lifeless and empty until a thought filled it with something just short of discovery.

"Fate," she whispered on a soft breath, "that's it, fate."

Raven rose from her bed and swiftly moved to her bookcase, eager to take her prize. She hardly wasted any time quickly finding the book she wanted and took it in her hands. Like many of her books it was old, being written somewhere in the fifteen hundreds in Early Modern English. She opened it, flipping through the yellowing pages as she remembered an old tale Azar had told her when she was merely a child. It was a story of three wyrd sisters who acted as one entity and pulled the strings of mortal lives. The first sister simply spun the thread of a person's life as the second measured its length, leaving the third to cut the thread when she felt it was long enough. Azar referred to these sisters as the Three Fates and often warned Raven of their power. She said not much was known about them only that they were neither good nor evil, but to escape them was futile.

"The sun and the moon shall rise on their time and when one's sun goes down; your fate shall be found."

The quote echoed through her memory as the page that read The Fates appeared in view. The passage mostly read of what Azar told her, but also an in-depth look into the folklore behind the idea of the sister fates. The first sister represented birth, the second life and the length of its span, and the final fate being death, who cut the strings at the end. They're like poetic puppet masters, Raven thought as she read that the sister were thought to have some sort of clairvoyance and possible power to manipulate ones destiny. Ultimately deciding humanities fate.

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Raven's feet beat softly on the dirt path. The stones aligned on its edge in ruins as the moon hung low above the trees. The world around her was quiet and the hour about 3 O'clock. Dark shadows seemed to move past her through the thick tree line and disappeared within shadows. Their faces were unseen, but their presence was known as Raven could feel them in her mind. They were unfamiliar to her, yet still possessed something of recognition.

In the distance, the old house could be seen up ahead lingering under the moonlight. As she approached it she could softly hear her name being called as it fell soft on the wind. Three shadowy figures stood on its fractured porch, holding their heads down and facing the outer wall. They all stood dreadfully still as she continued to walk further. Rustling could still be heard from behind her and traveled up the tree line beside her.

She couldn't help but feel uneasy looking up at the old structure before her which still possessed its sinister charm. Its windows were still nailed shut with boards in place of the broken glass. The house itself seemed to be in a state of rot as several broken boards revealed themselves on the siding. Vines scaled the height of the structure, reaching the upstairs windows where they became greedy. Infesting the glass to take the light for themselves. The whole structure appeared weak and dangerous as it sat on its crumbling foundation, waiting for time to finally consume it.

When she finally reached the stairs she looked up to the shadowy figures. They were still and completely unmoved. Looking closely through the shadows, Raven noticed that one of the figures had pink hair.

"Jinx? Is that you?" Raven whispered with hesitation and curiosity, but the figure remained still.

When she didn't get a response she looked to her left where she found a tall man with white hair facing the wall away from her.

"Slade?"

He too did not respond, only standing as still as ever with no clever words to be said. Raven looked to her side to see a male figure she did not recognize standing to her left facing away from her. Uneasy she stood silently on the porch looking up at the doorway. The figures around her still facing the wall as thought time had stoped. Above the doorway was a name plate. At first Raven could barely see it through the dust and the shadows that hovered over it, but through the darkened moonlight she saw a name…

"Le Fay." She whispered.

Suddenly the pink haired figure's neck rolled and cracked it to both sides, startling Raven with the vulgar sound. She swiftly, yet eerily turned to face her; her eyes white with death and her skin cold with decay.

"Take my advice and go back this night." Jinx said as her body seemed to be the only thing coming alive.

"If you refuse, 18 will become 9." Slade added with a similar motion, his eyes displaying the same lifeless gaze and his skin blue with death.

"18 is already 9." The mysterious man said from behind her. Raven turned to face him, finding the sight to be even more morbid. His fleshed showed even more decay and had unsightly bruising around his neck as though he'd been hung. His eyes looked sickly and full of rot as well as his skin which also showed signs of decomposition.

"Or have you forgotten your name?" he added, causing Raven to draw back, looking quite fearful. The man, however, did not move, standing at the entry way of the porch. "So what do you say… Lady Bird?"

Raven froze for a moment and shuddered at sound of being called by her old pet name, reaching for the cross around her neck only to find it gone. The three living corpses only looked back at her with their white eyes and cocked heads, waiting for her to breathe even a word.

"I came to see the Three Fates." She said with little confidence and hindered by fear.

Suddenly the three deathly figures smiled sinisterly at one another then looked back at Raven and said, "Then let the Raven come."

The three soon vanished into thin air as Raven found herself alone in the night. A slow cry of rusty door hinges began to sounded off from behind her. She turned slowly to find the door opening by itself reveal a kingdom of dust and debris that lay behind it. The sound lingered on as Raven peered into the darkness while three cloaked figures came into view. They moved slowly in unison as though they were but one entity, chanting the following verses as one,

"The Raven can't forget her name,

for it's too late the oath's been made.

The Raven can't forget her name,

but it's too late the oath's been made."

They stopped in the shadows of the doorway keeping their faces well hidden beneath their cloaks. The three figures were undoubtedly female and this revelation was only supported by their voices which had a feminine nature. Raven didn't move from her place as she look on at them with awe.

"Are you the Fates?" She questioned.

"Yes, and who might thee be?" questioned one fate.

"And speak the name of your father."

"The one you will not say."

"It sounds like you already know it." Raven responded with what little confidence she could manage.

"Of course we do, but you must say it, if it be true."

Raven froze. She couldn't bring herself to acknowledge the name her father had chosen for her. To say it would mean she'd have to acknowledge the plans he had for her and her end as well.

"I chose a long time ago I wouldn't become her so I refuse to speak that name." Raven looked back at them with an assertive look in her eyes, hell-bent on standing her ground.

"Very well then,"

"We shall meet again,"

"When light turns to night,"

"Under the inferno tonight." The Three Fates said. "So let it be done."

Raven suddenly awoke from her sleep to the sound of knocking at her door. For a moment she refused to move, thinking it was possibly Terra coming to invoke terror. The sound came crashing against the door again filling the room with a dull echo.

"Hey Rae, you awake?" Raven heard Cyborg say from behind the door.

She paused and let out a sigh of relief, thankful it was only the mechanical man.

"I am now Cye, what's up?"

"Um well, I need you to come see something, something… weird."

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A few minutes later Raven found herself in Cyborg's room looking at the wall with concern heavy on her face. The sight before her was of an old crucifix Cyborg kept that belonged to his parents. However it was now inverted on the wall.

"How long has this been going on?" She asked still staring up at the violated religious object.

"About a week now."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Cyborg took in a deep breath and sat down in his chair. It was clear he was uncomfortable discussing the event and felt foolish for even doing so.

"Well at first I thought it was nothing, just a loose nail or something logical like that. I put it back up right and the next day I found it upside down again. I was convinced it was just Beast Boy messing with me, but that changed a few days ago." He paused and took a another deep breath, looking nervous to go on.

"Cyborg, you can tell me, I'll understand."

"It started doing this."

Cyborg took hold of the old wooden crucifix and fixed it on its vertical nail settings. Once it was in its proper place he let go of it and backed away. Once he was at Raven's side the two looked on at the holy object.

"What are we waiting for?" Raven questioned when suddenly the cross swung down like a pendulum and swayed against the wall, counting lost moments until it fell in its inverted position.

For a moment they were both silent only looking back at one other to see the others reaction. Raven could tell that Cyborg was disturbed by what he'd just witnessed, but was too afraid voice his suspicions. Cyborg was really the only Titan who really had any faith aside from Starfire who was still heavily influenced by her native culture. Raven herself was more spiritual than anything. Only recognizing the possible existence of "God" but not going as far as to "believe" in him (which she felt were two completely different concepts). Robin lived by a code more than anything (mostly given to him by the Bat himself) and Beast Boy (well God only knows what "code" Beast Boy lived by). Still, Raven knew Cyborg was raised by a Christian family and even though he may not have been the most devout, he did hold his faith close to him.

"I didn't want to say anything because I didn't think it was true." He said looking up at the inverted cross. "I didn't want it to be true."

"None of us do Cye, but there is something very wrong in this tower."

"I know that now, but that's not everything." Cyborg motioned to his computer and sat down. He began accessing old files and pulled up some old surveillance footage. "Remember when you asked me to look into these files?"

"Yes, but I forgot with everything that's happened."

"Yeah, I did too, until that cross started going all exorcist, so I went into the database and I found this."

Raven looked up to the screen to see the main entrance clear in black and white with the time stamp reading 2:52 am. For a moment nothing happened and then the screen became snowy making it hard to see what was taking place.

"There's nothing there."

"Yeah I know, but look now. It's 3:06 am and the camera is working again." Cyborg said with suspicion. "And the box is magically there."

Raven stayed quite for a moment as she began to think of the numerology in her head, quickly coming to the conclusion of 9. The thought had her so intertwined she'd actually tuned out Cyborg who was trying to explain his findings.

"Hey, Rae you paying attention?" She nodded, queuing him continue. "Good cause I had no idea what could've caused it. I was able cleaned up the footage and I found something really…"

"Unexplainable."

"Well, I was gonna say freaky, but you be the judge." Cyborg said quickly pulling up the salvaged footage.

Once again, the main entrances appeared on the screen and the time stamp read the same as before. For a few moments nothing happened, but the footage became a bit grainy. Soon three small figures began to walk into the view of the camera angle. In the middle stood a boy who stood about six inches taller than the one to his right. To his left was a little girl dressed in what appeared to be a white dress. The three children moved forward as the clarity varied from poor to acceptable. The children finally stopped once they reached the doorstep, keeping their heads down and out of view. In the tallest boy's hands he held the box she feared, placing it on the step for her to find. The time read 3 O'clock and for a moment nothing happened. With a quick movement, that almost couldn't be seen by the naked eye, the children turned their heads up to the camera at a nearly unnatural angle. The disturbing movement caused both Raven and Cyborg to become uneasy and nervous.

"Oh god they are real." Whispered Raven looking into the empty eyes of the black eyed children.

"Wait, you know what those things are?" Cyborg questioned.

"No, but I've seen them before."

"Wait, where are you going? Raven?" Cyborg called with Raven practically flying out of the room.

"I have to check on something just give me a minute."

With that Raven ran out of the room stumbling over her feet. She found herself panicked as she frantically moved down the hall to her room. In fact, she was so consumed in her quest that she didn't even notice Robin emerging from his room only a short distance away. She burst into her room and ran to the drawer with the false bottom. She pulled it open and retrieved her key then set her sights on the closet. Once inside she unlocked the chest that awaited her and pushed open the lid. She looked down in horror to find the box was not as she left it, but now lay prided open before her. Splintered pieces and black feathers lay scattered around it's mangled frame. She picked up the parts of what was left of the box in disbelief, black feathers tumbled around her hands as she lifted it up. Placing it down it front of her, she placed her hands in the box, but found nothing but feathers and dead beetles.

"It's empty."

Her fingers greedily found the splintered remains of the lid which still possessed the nails that bound it. They were bent and even broken in some places. But what caught her attention were the deep claw marks that were craved deep into the wooden surface as though something was claw its way out. Raven felt a sickening feeling press upon her stomach as a strong feeling of defeat sunk deep into her heart.

"Raven what's wrong?" She heard the Boy Wonder say from behind her. She turned and looked back to find him in the closet door way, looking back at her with worry.

"How could you?" She said with fear and betrayal in her voice.

"What? I don't understand."

"You opened it."

"What are you talking about Raven?"

Raven quickly turned with the box in her hands, black feathers softly trailing from it as she moved. "You opened it, you opened the box!" She shouted, causing Robin to draw back in surprise.

"No Raven, I didn't, I swear." He assured, moving out of the closet.

"Really?" her tone was short and sarcastic as she continued, throwing the box down on her desk. "Because you're the only person who even knew about the chest I locked it in, and you're the only person who knows where I hide the damn key!"

Suddenly, the rest of the Titans appeared in the room, all frightened and curious as to what was possibly taking place.

"What is going on in here?" Cyborg questioned.

Raven and Robin both looked over in his direction, surprised to see not only the robotic man, but also Starfire and Beast Boy. Raven remained silent as she looked back at the Boy Wonder with a venomous stare. Robin seemed unsure of what to say. He didn't want to upset Raven any more than she already was, but he knew that he had to say something.

"Which one of you opened the box?" he asked in a cautious tone.

The three Titans looked back in confusion and question. They appeared to have no idea of what Robin was speaking of as they looked back with confusion in their eyes.

"Well which one of you opened it?" Raven urged.

For a moment the room was silent and not a breath was drawn. Raven looked back at Robin and the rest of the Titans with only silence as her reply. Until a horrid voice could be heard, its harsh texture sounded of grinding and echoed of sounds that no man had ever heard as it said, "I did."