He laughed at her evilly. All she could do was stare at him. He unbound her and let her go, he had plans elsewhere, he'd done his job here, and she'd never suspect a thing that was the way it should be. He walked down the hall, and locking the door behind him he disappeared into the house somewhere. Raven fell to her knees and cried.
He had placed monitors throughout the building in order to keep track of her. He laughed out loud as he enjoyed the cries of agony and remorse. Soon he unlocked a door. When he stepped inside the other Titans glared at him. "What, not happy to see me? Too bad." He spat. He paced around the room, looking from one child to another. Who should he torture next, and how? There were so many possibilities.
He was having mad fun with this whole thing, mad fun. Raven was completely engulfed in fear, she was absolutely petrified of him, not to mention she thought her little friends were dead. She was slowly but surely losing her sanity, and he loved every single minute of it. Meanwhile, the other titans were down here to torture. They had no clue as to Ravens whereabouts or how she was fairing in all this, they didn't even know if she was alive or dead.
Beast Boy was turning vicious, dishonorable, and ruthless. He was desperate to know where Raven was, or at least to find out anything he could. He made empty threats, and failed escape attempts. It was so interesting, the way love played into this whole situation, something he hadn't expected but liked all the same. After all it was so fun to watch the two squirm, to see their reactions when the others name came up in a conversation. He would play with this emotion a little, use it to his advantage.
It fit so perfectly into his plot for revenge. All those years he spent in prison rotting away on the inside, all the years he sat in that cell, slowly losing his mind. They would pay, they would all pay dearly, and he would torture them, draining them both physically and mentally. He would drive them to the point just before complete insanity through ways only an expert serial killer could even comprehend, or begin to imagine. Then he'd let them to sit and rot. That was just what they deserved the do gooders.
With some of the Titans the point just before insanity was coming up quickly. That Starfire girl didn't last very long at all, but then he'd always thought her innocence was an act, he was proven wrong. She would die off too quickly, much too quickly, he wouldn't be able to include her in all the fun. She probably wouldn't be there when his plot came to an end. It figured, he hadn't anticipated someone dying off this easy. She would die slowly and painfully though, he would drag her death out. How dare she die before he was ready for her to.
He laughed out loud, causing most of the titans to jump. "What's the matter, afraid I might reach out and touch you?" He asked reaching out and pushing Robin against the wall. He won't like to see his little lovebird die the way she would. That will be so delicious to watch. I wonder what he'll do. He was so attached to her. This was truly more intriguing than he thought it would be.
That Cyborg, he was no fun, he could care less about anyone else, what fun was it to watch someone who wasn't grieveing and clawing at the bit to get to someone else. No he was just a killjoy, but the way he screamed, it was exquisite, simply exquisite. He almost couldn't wait to see his plans unfold. It would be so worth while in the end though. The police would never catch him. It really paid off, being a serial killer and a genius.
The best thing about this was he could do it forever and ever. No one could stop him, no one could catch him. He was immortal, as long as he had his cane, and someone else's life energies he could live forever. He really did amaze himself, when he thought about it. He didn't mean to gloat, but then again it was so fun, and why not with the kind of accomplishments he'd made. He loved to see the angry looks on those titans' faces when he bragged to them.
Isn't it grand what I've managed to do. He'd spat. I've cheated death, I've outsmarted god. What other man in the world could admit to doing that? He wanted to know, he wanted to hear just one name. He wanted it so badly, maybe because he knew there was no other, that to find another was impossible. Maybe he just liked to hear no one else in the world could measure up to him.
