Priestess Aishisu: Six reviews...I'm content. For now.
CyborgAndRaven4Ever: Great teaser! Your curveball didn't catch me completely off guard. Let's just say taht I caught it at the last second and got a base hit lol. Anyway, on your poll, I'm tied between a and b. Either one of those is fine by me. I was wondering if you've read any of my stories?
Priestess Aishisu: Hell yeah! I read every Cyborg/Raven I see, and with your name the fact that you will use that pairing is kind of a given. I have to read them!
Raven A. Star: HAH! Andrea never saw that coming! laughs She's gonna get it...but...POOR RAVEN! They have to find a way to help her and fast. OO I didn't know about choice B...that one sounds interesting. I'll go with choice B.
Priestess Aishisu: Well...you'll see what will happen.
VashTheStampede7123: Dude that chapter was awesome! I would go with C, but about Lenore's powers,personality, and appearance I have no clue but I will try to think of something for my next review. Continue Soon! :)
Priestess Aishisu: Well, not soon per say, but...
TheDarkAzar: I vote for C!...using Poe's poems again, hm? Well, I'm not one to criticize, lol. I think she should have white-blond hair so light it's almost silvery. Her eyes are a blazing blue like ice that can give the most innocent plea or the iciest glare that would make Raven cower. Her form is graceful, and Lenore can move without a sound, padding her way like a wolf. She wields wind, water and ice and she has an icy temper but to her friends shows the utmost loyalty. To her enemies? Run. Fast.
I love this story! Andrea is awesome! I'm not fond of the Trigon idea, but she's far too cool for me to hate or dislike. And as for more puns, I don't remember seeing "curiosity killed the cat". And she could call the Titans "kittens" at a few points in the story. Write more, this is getting good!
-I wish Andrea hadn't been captured. It was fun to see her as a renegade, toying with thw world to her amusement and mine.
Priestess Aishisu: Who said she wasn't going to escape? Very good description. I might use it...Now, when was the last time I used Poe's poems?
samuraistar: O.o Uh--uh--uh--stuttering babbles like a cretin UNCLE?! COUSIN?!? WHAT? I definitely didn't see THAT coming.
Priestess Aishisu: Nobody did, from what I can see.
BlackSword6: Priestess Aishisu,
Great chapter. The cousin twist is EVIL! Good, but evil.
About the story thing, I think B. 'cause i think that it'll be cool, but the final decision is up to you. KW!
BlackSword6
Priestess Aishisu: Thanks.
Chapter Synopsis: Andrea escapes. Aw come on! You guys didn't really think that it could have possibly lasted more than an hour or so, did you? On a different note, the Titans try to think of a way to help Raven, but she suddenly claims it's too late and disappears.
Andrea frowned distastefully at her outfit. Blue cotton pants with an elastic waistband and a matching short-sleeved shirt. Manhattan Penitentiary for Supervillains was printed in black down the left pant leg and across the top of her shirt. It was amazing how these stupid police officers believed they could keep her here.
Hoots and shouted obscenities followed Andrea as the jail guard led her past rows of prisoners to a holding cell. The catcalls and whispered suggestions filled her with such rage that when the guard pushed her in the cell and salaciously sneered, "You be a good kitty, now," she hissed at him, her beautiful face twisted by a snarl.
Alarmed, he locked the door and hastily retreated.
No one was happy, and Beast Boy was trying too hard to cheer everybody up.
"Well, at least we know what happened! And Catchick is in the pen–pina–penit–pentai–pentia–penania–penirey—jail. Curiosity killed the cat, right?"
"Zip it," snapped Cyborg, seeing that Raven was in no mood to shut him up. In fact, she was sitting with a blank sort of stare not seeming to notice the book in her lap. It was impossible to tell if she was listening.
Robin smashed his fist down, cracking the table in two. Everybody stared at him, including Raven. Cyborg took this as a good sign, though her stunning purple eyes were still rather empty. "All the evidence pointed to this!" he roared. "She created black holes, dammit! She went in Raven's mirror! Raven starts forgetting stuff! Why didn't I see this coming? I should have seen this coming!"
"Hey, I'm the psychic! I'm the one who has a black hole in my mind! I'm the one who should have figured out what she was up to!" Raven cried, making everybody stare at her. She hadn't said a word for hours.
"Hey, you had a black hole in your mind," Cyborg argued. "No one blames you for not realizing that something like this was happening."
"I blame me," she replied, jutting out her chin. "And now it's in too deep. My other selves have been so weakened by the effects of the black hole that they can't remove it. Soon I'll be entirely gone, my body will be under my father's control, and then all of you will die. I should just quit now."
"Absolutely not," Robin replied flatly. "You're a member of the team, like it or not, and we're not going to let you disappear and your body get taken over by an evil maniac."
Raven stood up, her eyes mournful. "It's too late." She whispered, gazing at each Titan in turn. Then she turned and disappeared.
There was no light in the tiny cell, not even a thread of moonlight. Everybody was sleeping by now. A shadow moved at the corner of Andrea's eye.
"Hello, Midnight."
She raised her head. Andrea could see the sleek, graceful cat in the center of the small barred window. Silently she squeezed through the bars and leapt through the floor of the cell. It was so tiny that Midnight landed on Andrea's lap.
"I love you baby, but Lassie would have brought me the key." Midnight gazed up at her unblinkingly with eyes like brilliant chips of malachite as Andrea stroked the immortal cat's thick ebony fur, idly staring up at the barred window. Suddenly she cocked her head. Andrea turned her head, gazing fixedly at the steel bars of the door confining her.
"I take it back," she murmured, placing down the cat. She began to rub against the bars, eyes half-closed. Then she licked her hand and slid it through the bars. Her arm followed and she arched her back and twisted at an impossibly feline angle, edging between the bars as though her limbs had turned to silk. A moment later Andrea was standing in the corridor, chatting easily with the cat still sitting in her cell.
She stiffened at the sound of footsteps coming down the hallway. A guard turned the corner, angling the flashlight into each cell as he passed on his rounds. A lithe shadow moved and he swung around, instantly alert.
There was no one there.
He took a few more steps, more slowly now, more vigilant. Another, much smaller shadow passed by him and he spun around again.
Nothing.
The guard hesitated. He heard nothing, saw nothing. Deciding it must have been his imagination, he turned and continued his rounds.
"Cyborg, can you see if Raven's all right?" Robin asked. "She went into her room at six, and it's eight in the morning. And you are the closest to her and all." Blushing slightly at the hidden meaning behind 'closest to her,' Cyborg jumped to his feet and ran to get Raven.
"Reye?" Cyborg called, pushing open the door to her room. The place was dark, and deathly quiet. "Reye? You in here? Raven?" He flipped on a light, and felt suddenly ill. No one was there.
"No," he whispered, mechanical heart pounding in terror. But even before he said it, he knew the answer to his unspoken question was yes.