Chapter 12
Trigon glared at the titans through his daughter's eyes. How he loathed them. He very much wanted to rip out their intestines and show them the bloody mess before they died.
Soon, he thought to himself. Very soon. Trigon used his tremendous power to burn a hole through the wall. It smashed, and rubble showered all over the once pristine medical room. Before the dust settled, Trigon flew at a terrifying speed out the hole and out of sight.
Raven sat alone. She felt she knew all too well what the saying 'prisoner of your own mind' meant. She knew she was trapped in the depths of her thoughts, on a floating hunk of rock. This place of Nevermore was darker and gloomier than usual, and there was an unfamiliar hint of blood lust floating in the air, making it all the more horrifying. Even the ravens that inhabited her mind were cold and distant, looking at her with disdain. Raven had never felt so alone in her life.
She wrung her head in frustration. Why was she always so secretive? Why did she feel like she had to keep this from her friends?
You didn't want to worry them came a voice that echoed all around her. A lot of good that did, for she knew they would be more than worried now.
They would be petrified.
There was no sign of Raven, or rather Trigon. They could no longer see the cloaked figure, only the gaping hole that had been left behind.
They suddenly heard a groan, coming from underneath the rubble.
"BEASTBOY!" they hollered together, pulling the wreckage out of the way in search of the fallen friend.
It was several minutes before Robin found a gloved hand. The fingers had been ripped to reveal the green skin underneath.
"Over here!" the masked titan called to the others, as he began digging the changeling out.
When they finished unearthing him, they were horrified at the state he was in. Beastboy was unconscious, but his face displayed an expression of unmistakeable pain. There was a gash along his cheek, and his ankle was in an odd, rather painful looking position. His shirt had been ripped, revealing a long cut, running from his right shoulder to the bottom of his rib cage on the left, in a ragged line.
While Robin was extremely worried about his green friend, he knew that the city was depending on the titans to save them from what ever horror Trigon was about to unleash. He hoped that it wasn't too late to save Raven. "Cyborg," he said, sounding more confident than he felt. "Stay here and take care of Beastboy. Starfire and I will find Raven." And with that, he and Starfire left.