Author's Note: That last chapter was evil. Heh, heh, heh. Please note that I have reposted the 3rd chapter of Drop-Dead Gorgeous, and it's totally different and new content. If you haven't read it, please do!

On to the fic! Again, the title is from Raven's poem.

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Chapter 14: Terror

A roaring sea of terror

Unleashed on unsuspecting world.

The moment was predicted

And now it is unfurled.

A torrent of blackened evil

That will conquer all the light

A force that can't be taken down

Without ferocious fight

"Terror" Raven Roth

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Previously: Thunder pounded and lightning flickered, but there was a strange silence, a numb silence, and a moment later, a sickening crunch echoed through the storm as the pair hit the craggy rocks below.

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Starfire and Beast Boy got to their feet, massaging their throats and gasping. The trio stumbled drunkenly to the jagged aperture in their wall, staring out over the edge and down. The wind thrashed on their faces and the rain was icy barbs that dug deep into their skin as they looked.

The sea was roaring, spraying the structure and the ground surrounding during its wrestling match with the air that assaulted it, using it's tiny children to puncture pits into its depths as they fell from the sky.

"I… I can't believe it." Beast Boy whispered. He swayed, and grasped a sharp triangle protruding from the break, yelping as the clear splintery lip of glass attacked his skin. He drew his hand away from the wall, revealing a bloody palm. Holding it out to the moonlight, the particles of glass that hadn't sunk into his green skin shimmered, stained red from the cuts and embedded pieces.

"They… they cannot be… dead, can they, Cyborg?" Starfire whimpered, clinging to her metal friend's elbow.

Cyborg swallowed the lump in his throat, hoping against hope that they were alive.

"Only one way to find out, Star." He said grimly. Beast Boy shifted into the form of a pterodactyl and Starfire took hold of Cyborg's arms, both of them zooming straight past the shattered hole in the glass wall and into the storm. In seconds, they were drenched. The sharp wind immediately pushed Starfire sideways, slapping at her orange skin in sharp, painful bouts. She winced, sagging downwards in the thick atmosphere. Beast Boy screeched beside her, desperately flapping his gigantic green wings against the pounding rain and wind. The storm wasn't natural; it seemed to be an already terrible storm spurred to ferocious and terrifying heights of nature due to Trigon's appearance.

Letting loose a prehistoric scream, Beast Boy tilted his dinosaur wings in a dive, scooping low and skimming the surging, frothing mass in search of Robin and the possessed Raven. Starfire hovered high in the heavens, vibrant red mane limp and flopping in her face.

"Starfire!" Cyborg yelled. "Can you see anything?"

"I see nothing, Cyborg!" She called in distress, her pretty voice nearly lost in the roars of sea and sky around them. She tightened her grip on Cyborg, who was slowly slipping from her grasp due to the downpour slicking her hands. "I cannot locate either of our friends!"

Cyborg was about to answer when a shocking scream sounded.

"Beast Boy!" The two superheroes chorused.

The green changeling's pterodactyl form was being pulled into the raging sea by one of his wings. He furiously flapped the other, desperate to take flight, but the creature grasping him had wrapped itself firmly around his appendage. The inky tentacles wormed their way up the wing, covering his body. Beast Boy switched animals to a giant whale, plunging into the depths of the sea.

Beneath the surface, Beast Boy's humongous humpback form battled with the undersea fiend Raven had become. The obsidian energy ripped and crackled even underwater, electrifying the waves with their heat. Raven's blue cloak was almost impossible to see. It blended with the current, flapping and flowing like a wave of its own. A cloud of red hung about her body, purple in the ocean's cerulean shimmer. The vague shape of the demon Beast Boy and Cyborg had seen in her mirror, it seemed to grow redder and stronger by the minute. Soon it would take over her body even more. Trigon's evil presence was affecting his empathetic friend incredibly.

"Stop!" Raven cried inside her head, pounding her fists on the wall that locked her away. "Get out of me, leave my mind!"

"Be quiet, daughter." Trigon roared to his restless prisoner. "Watch me destroy your friends one by one, and then, once she is born, I will destroy your own daughter!"

"No!" Raven cried angrily. She could feel that her child would be born sometime in the next month and she was driving herself crazy with worry for the baby girl. "Leave them and my child and take me instead!"

"Self-sacrifice." Trigon chuckled. His voice, even in humor, was a horrible medley of pain and suffering, of noxious fires and icy deaths. Voices screamed, yelling incoherent and pained words that melted into the message Trigon conveyed. "Charming."

Raven's eyes flared with vehemence. She beat at the mental barrier that Trigon had created, blasting it with dying black bullets, unsuccessful in her attempts to break free. Trigon ignored her, pulling Beast Boy down into the ocean.

Beast Boy wriggled and winced in pain, the singeing power burning into his whale hide. He turned into a giant squid, slapping his tentacles against Trigon's own, but his suckers did no damage as the blackness slid slowly up his body, working up from the tips of his tentacles and surrounding each sucker and ridge of the squid body.

"Hey!" Beast Boy mouthed telepathically, using comedy to cover his terror. "I need my personal space!"

This incredibly stupid and untimely comment was probably what saved the changeling's life. Trigon paused, listening to the inane message that had been sent toward the billowing form of Raven/Trigon incredulously. In his momentary hesitation, Beast Boy took the chance and burst into the form of a gargantuan shark, snapping and cutting at the chains around him, breaking free and rapidly changing shape. A thin, agile swordfish, he darted through the water, scooting out of the way as snakes of swarthy power shot out at him from Trigon, who had cursed his moment of delay, vowing to kill his escaped victim first.

But Beast Boy shot up faster than the dark beams chasing after him, shot up faster than the projectiles that Trigon had resorted to using, and he broke through the surface as a seagull, flapping high up into the atmosphere, out of reach. He wearily allowed himself a sigh of relief, and drifted to the roof of Titans Tower, where he returned to his human form and bent over, hands on his knees and breathing heavily.

Back on the surface, Starfire had gasped, a choking sound that seemed more like a prequel to a fit of sobbing then an inhalation of surprise.

"We can't go down there to help him! It must be Trigon who's got him!" Cyborg cried in despair.

"B.B.!" He shouted again loudly, but his voice was carried away with the piercing rain before it even skimmed the sea.

Starfire squared her slight shoulders, fixing her hold on Cyborg's arms.

"We must move on, Cyborg." She said resolutely, surprising her passenger with her determinedness to leave a friend behind.

"But Star, what about – " Cyborg began. Starfire cut him off.

"Do not remind me of this, Cyborg. If Beast Boy comes to harm I will not forgive myself, but he and Raven are out of reach. We must find Robin before it is too late."

Cyborg nodded grimly. Starfire's eyes glowed green, illuminating the droplets around them, and she sped through the black rain. Icy and sharp, it cut at the two, leaving tiny skid marks that stained their skin in scar-like colors. The air was reluctant to let them pass. It pushed at them, forcing them backwards, but Starfire was too determined and too strong to let wind determine her actions. The Tameranian swooped downwards, lowering toward the serrated boulders below. She dropped Cyborg from the air about three feet above the ground and he landed heavily on the stones, placing a hand on the ground to steady himself on the slippery surface. She hovered beside him.

"Let's split up." Cyborg instructed. "We'll cover more ground that way. If ya… if ya find him… just shoot a Star Bolt up into the sky and I'll come and find you. If I'm the one who finds him, I'll send up a beam from my cannon."

Starfire nodded. She flew off in the opposite direction, face full of fortitude and eyes nearly burning with emerald heat.

The mechanical man clattered around the rocks, slipping and sliding. Salty spray showered him, and bits of seaweed clung to his metal joints and brown skin. The rain was relentless; it tirelessly pounded on the terrain, merciless and horrible. Erosion seemed inevitable in the near future. The showers were slanted, cutting things, and Cyborg held his forearm in front of his face to ward off some of the water. He was constantly blinking, moving bleary water out of his eyes to clear his vision.

It had to have been later than midnight, because the darkness of the sky was oppressive and hungry. The navy clouds blocked out any glimpse of moon or starlight that he'd hoped would light his way, so he used his shoulder light, flipping it up and on with a thought. Although bright, it seemed to bounce off the sheets of wetness and into his eyes. Resignedly, he shut it off, preferring the brume and murk to glare.

He squinted, trying to see more than a foot in front of him, and nearly jumped out of his skin when a noise came up from behind him. He spun, arm cannon cocked and ready, powering up with blue.

"Who is it?!" He demanded. Then he lowered his cannon, blinking with confusion. "B.B.? Is that you?"

A green tiger roared lightly, stepping into the blue aura. Its shaggy coat was soaked and bedraggled, much like Starfire and Cyborg were. The scrubby bottoms of his large paws tracked on the slippery rock, assuring him good footing, and his feline eyes were adjusted to the night around them. The tiger took a second to morph back into Cyborg's fellow Titan.

"Dude, you're not gonna shoot me, are you?" He chuckled weakly.

Cyborg grinned.

"Not a chance, man. But damn! You scared me half to death."

"Eh heh heh… sorry about that." His companion said apologetically, hand rubbing the back of his neck. The mood suddenly got heavy again, and both of the drenched Titans looked forward.

"How did you get out of there, anyway?" Cyborg asked as they continued the search, curious despite the situation. Beast Boy cracked his knuckles out in front of him.

"Well, you know the master can over come any obsta –YAHH!" The green boy fell over something, wincing. " – cle?" He finished, picking himself up. The wind whistled, ominous. He looked down and gasped.

"Oh, God."

Cyborg came up behind him.

"What'd you trip over, B.?" His voice tailed off as he followed Beast Boy's horrified gaze.

"Jesus Christ." He muttered, eyes wide.

"Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God!" Beast Boy cried, near hysteria, kneeling.

Cyborg cocked his cannon and fired it straight up into the air.

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Author's Note: Another cliffy for you here. Well, I think it's a cliffy…

I love this chapter. So suspenseful and good! Dark… I've been getting very dark. Remember, dear readers, I'm very twisty. Things aren't always what they seem. Or they could be. shrugs

Have no fear, your authoress is here! :-D

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