Chapter 7

Beast Boy looked down, it was a long way down. The ocean was black because of the darkness outside and the rocks had death written all over them. "Cool!" thought Beast Boy excitedly. He took a few steps back and got ready to jump. "Three...two...one, hey!" He was pulled back by Robin and Cyborg, "What do you think you're doing?" "I'm gonna hold a record for the fastest person ever to hit rock bottom." He pointed to the sharp rocks below. "And the fastest to hit death road." Beast Boy laughed. "Come on, lemme do it!" Robin looked at Cyborg, "Look what you did to him."

"Le-ee o! Le-ee o!" Robin had tied Beast Boy up to a chair and Raven had tied a wrap around his mouth. He tried to untie himself, but couldn't do it. Not moving wasn't good for Beast Boy. He had to do something active, something to run his energy out. He searched for anything to cut himself free, but had no luck; he was being watched. Raven was on the couch, and he was in the middle of the living room, tied up on a wooden chair, half gagged. He twitched a lot; he couldn't help it. To get on Raven's nerves, he started to hum, "La la la la la-la" Raven looked up from her book, "Stop it." He shook his head no and continued, "La la la la la-la." He felt daring tonight, for some reason he couldn't explain, and doing whatever he felt like was his plan. Raven glared at him and went back to her book.

"When will this stop, again?" asked Jamina. "When he falls asleep, which probably won't be for about another...two hours?" "TWO HOURS?!" Jamina and Robin yelled. "Cyborg, it's nine, right now! I'm not staying up to baby sit." Jamina told him. "Please!" They looked in the direction the begging was coming from and followed. Beast Boy was now in a bubble that Raven had put him in. "Guys! Get me out of here! She won't!" he pointed at Raven. "He broke out of the chair." Beast Boy rolled around inside the bubble, making it move all over the place. He banged everything until he froze inside. Cyborg nodded, and Raven let him go. Beast Boy looked around the room; it was spinning.

"I don't feel good..." he mumbled. "Oh boy." muttered Cyborg. "Take a deep breath and put your head down." Jamina told him. He did what he was told and felt a little better. "Thanks, Jamina." She smiled, "Mhm." Then he saw the outlet. "What does this do?" he asked as he touched it.

Author's note: Dudes! I just realized I never finished the story! Sorry about that! I wrote up the whole thing before but never put it up. *smacks head* O wow! Sorry again!