AN: Whoa, I can't believe I'm uploading another chapter during the week, let alone on a MONDAY! Possibly another filler chapter, possibly more clues to the plot. You can decide. BTW, I find that Raven's death can go nicely with a segment from a video on Youtube called "asdfmovie". If you've heard of it, it was the "Die Potato" part. If not, WATCH IT, then agree with me :). Anyway, i hope to upload more chapters faster, because I really need to end this before I start another plot, or else this would go uncared for and then people may or may not be angry with me...Enjoy though!


8

Beast Boy walked behind the figure, repeating his myriad of unanswered questions. Every time he opened his mouth, the dark figure before him silenced him with a grunt. He wasn't completely clueless; he knew exactly where he was. He'd learned about it from his parents. What he didn't understand was why.

"Hey-"

"Erg," the figure grunted again. Beast Boy stopped, crossing his arms and pouting.

"I am not going to take that from some hooded weirdo!" he remembered something, "Well, not anymore!"

"Erg," the figure replied. The changeling's eye twitched. He quickly ran up to the shadowy being and reached out to touch its shoulder.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," the figure warned. Beat Boy flinched before arrogantly huffing.

"And why not?" he challenged. The dark figure stopped and turned.

"Because you will cease to exist," it said.

"Oh please! I'm in Limbo! How the Hell can I cease any further?" Beast Boy asked. The figure's tarry mouth slightly curled upward, revealing a silver fang behind his lips.

"You'd be surprised, dear changeling," it answered before turning away and walking. Beast Boy stood in the void, watching the figure walk further and further away from him. He wanted his questions to have answers. He wanted to leave this place. He wanted to know what he'd done to get himself stuck in Limbo.

"Hey!"

A voice called out in the distance. Beast Boy and the figure whipped both their heads around and saw a small blue blur approach them. The figure uttered a confused grunt as it stepped closer to the blur. The blur stopped moving, seeming to take a step back in fear.

"Do not be afraid," the figure told the distanced blur. "Though this is a place of uncertainty, you may feel no unsteadiness." A low murmur was heard from the blur before it took a step forward. It took another step forward, and then another, until it was walking again. The walking sped up until the blur was running, its image sharpening. Beast Boy gasped.

"Raven?" he whispered.


I cannot read his mind when he is out of my hands, dear partner, Death told the little cloaked being that stood indignantly before him.

You have not tried, she said.

You grow smaller and less rational with your worries, dear Space. Reality must not suffer the consequences of your trivial mental queries. The hulking figure drifted through the darkness that surrounded him, trying to avoid the little girl.

My brother is attempting to play with fate, something he himself had sworn not to do since the beginning, she replied. Mustn't I worry?

Perhaps you must. Do not falter, for no soul will rest in peace until the plan is complete. Are we clear, dear partner? The deep voice echoed.

Of course, the cloaked girl bowed her head and drifted away.


Cyborg walked down the street, Silkie on his right shoulder. It gurgled in wonder as it saw the bright lights of the city. The half-human's feet tapped away as he stepped on the pavement. He'd finally manage to bring himself out of the tower after nearly half a month. He didn't remember the city being so bright and so lively – he'd been stuck inside the gloomy residence for so long. He'd given up working on his car, not feeling the motivation anymore. Cyborg sighed. Is this really how I'm going to live from now on? He thought.


A small dark figure stood in one of the only shadows in the shiny town. She wrapped her cloak around herself as tight as possible before stepping out into the artificial light. The pavement underneath her tiny feet reformed into new versions of itself, some into liquid, and some into gas. Each reformation left behind footprints in the matter, yet the shadow remained invisible to the eyes of the living.

A small boy noticed the bizarre prints and gasped in fear. Space turned to the boy and laid a hand on his forehead, causing him to see her.

"Do not be afraid. You shall be at peace," she announced, focusing on the different elements that made the boy whole. Once she found them, she separated them. To a living eye, it would appear as though the boy had exploded. Tiny little particles flew through the air, landing on civilians as they gawked at the spectacle. Screams were heard and feet were seen running, but it didn't concern the little spirit who stepped into the road.

Space stood in the middle of the busy street, watching as motorists immediately spun their steering wheels in an unknowing effort to avoid her. She looked at the tar ground in contempt, scowling at its artificiality. She bent down and spread her clawed fingers, focusing her energy on the street. A small hole widened at her hands as the matter beneath reformed to gas. The result was a large pot hole that nearly took up the entire street. Space straightened, trying to summon a smile as she sunk back into the shadows.


"What the…" Cyborg wondered as he saw a rather big hole form in the centre of the road. Car after car started to pile into the hollow, horns beeping and voices screaming. The half-robot gasped as he tried to run over and stop more people from falling. Once he ran out into the street, a large truck rounded the corner and headed straight for him. The white headlights shined, illuminating Cyborg's shocked visage. The metal Titan's expression shifted to that of determination and fury.

"Not today," he whispered, thrusting his arms forward and stopping the truck. The momentum persisted, and the vehicle pushed Cyborg back until the heels of his metal feet hung off of the edge of the hole. The half-human grunted as he forced himself to push back on the truck. Once the momentum had died down, Cyborg sighed in relief, carefully stepping around the front of the truck and taking out the driver. The motorist looked up at the hybrid and smiled.

"Th-Thank you. Thank you so much!" he said breathlessly, staring up at Cyborg as though he were a king. Instead of smile, Cyborg simply nodded, letting the man go and walking away as the crowd cheered behind him.


Dear partner, you've slipped, Death scolded. Space floated in the air above the scene, feeling ashamed.

I have killed many, dear Master, she tried.

Many yes, though not correct. When you are meant to kill, you are meant to kill the being that you've already planned. To kill the rest is collateral damage, the deep voice shot down. Space thought for a moment, frowning in sorrow, but then smirking in pride.

You sound like Time, she taunted, disappearing and leaving Death to growl in frustration.