Two. That was it. Only two reviews. Thank you SilenceHD and blacklightangel. I love you guys. The rest of you? I am sooooo disappointed. And here I thought we were finally doing better about this. Since this is my twenty-fifth chapter, I better get a whole lot more than two, because if I don't get at least five AT LEAST then for the next chapter I will just email it to the people who reviewed. I won't post it. So, you slackers who think you don't have to review? Just wait. I wouldn't test me. I am not kidding. Votes too! I want three more votes. If you want the next chapter to be posted, you better meet my demands. Rate. Review. Comment. Criticize. Suggest. I do not own anyrthing. Thank you,

DeadlyRedAlice

p.s. there is a reason Deadly is part of my name

Robin

"Sister, I believe she deserves to die first," said the sister with a mallet, licking her lips.

"Try. I dare you. But good luck," Raven said, her eyes locked with Alice's. The sister just stood there staring at Alice. "You forget who you are messing with," A small breeze entered the room, which nobody found odd, even though all the doors and windows were locked shut. "Your Sisters can't fight can they? There still held back by the power of that box. They're just supposed to intimidate us, aren't they?" Raven questioned, her voice getting louder with each word. "They can't hu-"

"STOP!" Alice screamed her eyes seeming to be aflame. "Prepare to die," she hissed reaching for her knife.

"NO!" I screamed as she hurled it at Raven.

Raven

I concentrated, staring at the blade. An inch from my heart it froze, enveloped in black magic. Without even so much as moving my hands I shot it back, only instead of at Alice, at the box. As it cut in, the Sisters began to tear. They screamed out in agony, their red eyes on me, glaring with hatred. As they all disintegrated, Alice stared wide-eyed. "You," she spat, grabbing both her knives. She ran towards me, only to be attacked by almost everyone. Robin came over to me.

"You're okay, right? Not hurt?" he asked, scanning me for an injuries.

"Robin," I said, a light blush coming to my cheeks. "I can take care of myself," I mumbled. Alice's insane, very evil laugh erupted.

"I forget who I'm messing with?" She laughed again. ""You've got no clue," Suddenly, a motorcycle, Johnny Rancid's motorcycle, burst through a window.

"Hello doll," he said, grabbing her hand, pulling her on the back, and before any of us could react, they were gone.

"Dammit," Robin muttered, running his fingers through his spiky hair. I absently put my hand on his arm comfortingly.

"I did not expect that," Beastboy said, eyes wide, staring at the broken window. I honestly doubt any of us did, but I kept my mouth shut. Why did she always run? And how come Johnny Rancid was helping her? None of it really made sense.

"We better get home," I advised.

Robin

We rode in grim silence, the only sound being the engine and the quiet radio, which happened to be playing some song about staying alive. No one moved, no one talked, and if I didn't know better I would've said no one was even breathing. This was serious. We couldn't just brush it off with some stupid game. Not only has she fought with bombs, that might I say kept raven unconscious for four days, but now apparently she had allies like Johnny Rancid. We were going to have to work hard, and take care of this properly. This was probably my fault. I've been lagging on my duties as leader, everyone else becoming lax. We should have been more prepared. It doesn't matter nobody got hurt! She got away. That's what's hands clenched around the steering wheel. We were going at a much faster speed then was safe, but at the moment I couldn't concentrate enough to slow down. A shadow passed over me and I looked to see Raven, sympathetic eyes searching my own. I looked away, back out the windshield of the plane.

"You look like you need a break," she stated. I glared straight ahead of me. "Why don't you let me drive," she offered, though she didn't leave it up for much discussion. I reluctantly put it in cruise and got up. Our eyes met briefly before she took my now vacant seat and put on the microphone head gear, which I was just too frustrated to even consider wearing. I swung open the red curtain and exited, closing it behind me. My team sat there in silence, each staring out there own window. I took a seat on the couch next Starfire, but instead of doing as the others, I stared at my hands, trying to make sense of everything. Taking a glance out the window across from me, I saw that we had slowed down a bit.

"Robin? You might want to see this," Raven called from her spot in the kitchen. I slowly got off the couch, glad to be home. I had woken up uncomfortable, not knowing I had even fallen asleep until I looked outside and saw we were on the Tower's roof. "As in now," she insisted urgently. I leaned over her shoulder to see what she was staring at. There was an envelope on the counter, a big red S in the center. Not just any S though. . . Slade's S. Raven looked up at me, her eyes unsure.

"Open it," I commanded. She nodded and picked it up, opening it up to reveal a letter. "Read it," Another nod.

"Hello, Titans," she said, her voice wavering slightly. I rested my hand on her shoulder and read it along with her, while the other three sat on the couch I had just left, and listened. "I've heard you've been having issues with a certain girl named Alice," she paused, scanning the letter quickly before continuing. "Good for her. If she "visits" you again, please let her know I wish to speak with her. We'll be in touch, don't you worry," Her eyes were narrowed now with some kind of hate. "Slade," Our eyes met again, and it was obvious we were thinking the same thing. We were in trouble.

Awww, but the Titans are the best! You'll pull through without (hopefully) anyone dying! Anyways, I better get more than just two reviews this time! AND I WANT VOTES! Rate. Review. Comment. Criticize. Suggest.

-DRA