Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN 'TEEN TITANS' NOR ANY OF IT'S CHARACTERS, NOR AM I MAKING ANY MONEY FROM THIS

Note: I am from the UK so some spelling may be different, however, it is correct for my language and country. Thank you.

A Year of Drabbles - Teen Titans Edition
Leoanda Taylor

Twelfth Night

Contrary to popular belief, Twelfth Night was something that held hidden depths of depravity and terror.

Not the play, mind you.

But the true Twelfth Night.

Eleven days of blood splattered pavements, broken bones and agonised screams peppered with darkened skies and yellowed eyes staring from the shadows, following your every movement.

Twelfth Night was something that happened every few hundred years, and no one was ever really prepared for it.

Pressing himself firmly against the concrete wall of the building, Robin held his Birdarang tightly in one hand, trying not to alert any dangerous entities to his presence.

Beast Boy had disappeared yesterday, on the Tenth Night. He had been searching for Raven who had disappeared two days before that - on the Eighth Night - and had left no trace of what could have happened to him.

With the Twelfth Night fast approaching, Robin needed his full team together, but as he had stepped further and further away from the Tower, he had the sinking feeling that he would never see them again - though whether because they were gone or because he would be, was still unclear.

Gulping as silently as he could, the Boy Wonder peered around the corner, eyes widening at the pools of blood and skewered arms littering the alleyway.

Breath coming faster now - buy still somewhat silent - Robin let his eyes roam the area for any evidence of anything living. Anything, he thought.

Anything but that.

Recoiling back around the building in horror, Richard Grayson tried to banish the image that he knew would forever be engraved into his mind. And image of carnage and horror.

Beast Boy was eating the torso of a man.

And Raven was watching, he thought, horrified. She had been standing behind the green teen - nay, monster, his mind supplied - smirking in delight, blood covering her hands and clothes.

And her eyes were yellow, he shuddered.

For the first time in his career as a Hero, he had no idea what to do.