I do not own the Teen Titans.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: DO NOT WORRY, NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS IN THIS CHAPTER THERE WILL BE A HAPPY ENDING!
Raven P.O.V.
I want for all of this never to have happened. I want to not be part demon. I want to live. My thoughts and wishes do not matter, none of this will happen. I wish that it would, but it was impossible. The world was not a wish giving factory and I never got gifts from Santa.
Beast Boy's fingers were connected with mine through the wires of the invisible cameras and the screen. It was the closest contact that we would ever feel again. I want to live so badly that it hurts, no matter how much I wanted that not to be true. I have never wanted to live this badly, I finally have something worth living for. I never wanted this moment to end, but it did.
The footsteps that I knew was coming, came too soon. The feeling of impending doom came with it. We did not say a word as the guards opened the door to my prison cell. Everything had already been said, he knew that I loved him, I knew that he forgave me, and we both knew that it was going to end.
The opening of doors usually mean new beginnings the door that opened on my cell wall meant the ending of my life. There would be no more new beginnings, at least for me, but for Beast Boy's sake I hope that he gets the ones that he deserves.
I didn't turn or make a sound as I felt gruff gloves ,with nails sticking out of them, grab my waist. Garfield's eyes never left mine.
He had gown from the little boy that I used to know in such a short time. All innocence was gone from his once childlike eyes. The name of Beast Boy no longer suits him.
I was yanked away from the wall, rusty metal nails digging into my tender flesh that already held the scars of my battles. Before the door closed I sent a message to the man that I love, to be opened, in his mind, the moment after I die.
There was no kindness nor compassion. I couldn't blame them for most of their hatred. Not all of this may be my fault, but I was the leader. And a captain goes down with its ship.
A blindfold was yanked on my face, apparently they didn't want to have to look me in the eyes. I was thrown into a deep bit with liquid that burned. I could hear every insult, every bit of laughter when I winced, every single scream that I realized came from my own lips.
The boiling tar was brought forward and poured on me. Feathers dusted the air and my now black skin. I could hear the sharpening of an ax in the distance but I was to focused on the pain. My nails were ripped from my skin and each finger crushed under a hammer.
My blindfold was ripped from my face and I was carried roughly up to the scaffold no heed was payed to my wounds or black skin. The executioner asked for my forgiveness as they did in the medieval times, I said yes.
He gave me a few moments to say my last words to the crowd, the hatred towards them must go masked. In a voice that was weak and starving I said my last words with my last breaths.
"I stand before you a criminal that is true. But are we not all evil? We all sin, we all have evil thoughts and wishes. I come before you and ask who here is the most evil of us all? Is it I who saved you from her family's curse or is it you who tortures a 17 year old little girl in a way that no one deserves? Yet I am willing to die for all of you. Twice I have helped in the destroying of this world against my will and twice have I almost died in saving it. Yes it is true that all of you have suffered in the past few days but who has suffered more than I? Yes I am a terrible person that deserves to die but are not we all? I have said the words 'Be Safe' for all of you more than once but today, my last day I will say it for ME and the only one that I have brought myself to love. Be Safe Garfield, Be Safe Rachel."
I knelled in front of the block and put my head down on its hard grooves. The atmosphere was shocked maybe finally starting to see the error in our human ways. If those were my last words than I hoped that they would be heard, really heard.
I heard a whoosh of the ax and my pain was over. The cry of a Raven ringing through my ears.