Raven hadn't slept in three days straight. The only thing that kept her awake was the tea that Beast Boy would bring her wordlessly, because an tired Raven is a grumpy Raven. Raven could get violent when grumpy. She was locked in her room, searching through her hundreds of dusty tomes and novels. Something was nagging her in the back of her mind, something important that she just couldn't place her finger on.

All these close murders were not just unlucky coincidences. Something bigger was causing it all, and Raven would have realized that sooner if it hadn't been for all the grief she was constantly coated in. She used her powers to levitate books and rotated around her in a circle, making it easier to read before she tossed them to the side. It was about 3:00 in the morning, when her room looked like it had been hit by a tornado, she finally found it.

The tome that she found the answers in was, funny enough, her family tree. She was the daughter of Trigon, but Trigon had less powerful siblings. He let them live in exchange for serving him. Each of them has special abilities, and henchmen of their own. She should have realized sooner her Aunt Kaelin was behind this.

She had the ability to take emotions, things like a gut feeling, suspicion, frustration, lust, anything you could name that was only tiny. Then she fed it. She whispered into their minds, making that feeling grow larger and larger until it consumed them. That would explain why her friends had acted so out of character—but why would Kaelin target the Titans?

Well, she could name a few reasons for that. She needed to confront Kaelin, but She couldn't face the aunt with just two people. She teleported to the main room, where Beast boy was busy playing video games alone. It was strange for him not to be playing with Cyborg—and Raven could tell from the way he played half-heartedly that he missed Cy.

"Beast boy, I need the TV to record something." Beast Boy glanced at her curiously before he turned off the game station. He joined raven's side as Raven began to record.

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Mas y Menos and Aqualad's heads snapped towards their monitor, where Raven's face had appeared.

"Calling all Titans: Recently, we have had a string of death among our friends, our family."

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"We thought we had faced betrayal from our closest friends; but I may have discovered that was not the case. That in fact, they are all innocent." Herald's eyes widened as his interest was peaked.

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"We have a chance to bring back those we have lost, and at least bring the person responsible for all of our grief to justice-""Plus, you could help beat the crap out the person who did this! Duuudes we need you to—"Raven glared at Beast Boy and put a band of black energy around his mouth.

Thunder turned to his brother.

" If They are going to ask us what I think may…." Lightning nodded and tossed a ball of electricity in his hands eagerly.

"Of course brother, it'll be fun!"

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"As I was saying, we need your help. If anyone would like to help us put the Titans back to together, meet us at Titans Tower in an hour." Red X leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, and smirked. Beast boy managed to pull off the band on his mouth.

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" And just in case you didn't hear, I'm going to tell you everyone we lost or is in jail: Nightwing, Arsenal, Star, Cy, Jericho, Kole, Terra," his voice trembled, " KF, Jinx, Bee, and Oracle." Beast Boy looked down at the floor for a moment, reining himself in. Batman's eyes narrowed.

"We hope you'll help us," Raven said before the screen turned black.

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Starfire cradled her head in her hands. She sat alone in the cell, waiting, watching the others. She was in a cell meant to hold people like Superman—It would be extremely difficult for her to escape. She didn't want to anyhow.

She was a monster.

After her meltdown, she hadn't spoken, hadn't cried, just stared into nothing. She didn't know how to react, so she was trying to keep her cool. It was hard though. More of her friends had been brought in after her for murder. All of them now murderers.

She'd seen their faces, and all crumpled and broken, or shocked with realization or guilt as they passed by her cell. It hurts her on the deepest level, knowing that she wasn't the only one that committed such an act. She was a warrior—she was used to death, but her own family….

She shuddered and raised her head to stare at the ceiling, trying not to burst into tears.

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Yes, I know that was short and kinda of a filler. But I have at the most, two chapters left and I needed this to set those up.

KKA