A quick note- Ok, I would like to formally apologize for the shittyness of this chapter. I made a few changes to make it better, but it is still pretty bad. Sorry! I have such bad writers block! I know how I want this story to end, but I don't know how to get it there. But Boogalaga , you wrote a really constructive review, about this chapter sounding like babble, but can you tell me exactly what I'm doing wrong? Like what sounds like babble? I need to know. Thanks in advance Ok, On to the revised but still shitty chapter!

I was walking down a long hallway hallway. It was so shinny and pretty, the walls and floor were all tiled with shinny silver tiles that scattered light in all directions. I pranced down the hall, looking up at the majestic chandeliers that hung from the ceiling. There were no windows, but why look outside when inside is so beautiful?

The hall stretched on so far, I was sure it would never ever end, and I didn't want it to. I walked and walked, my footsteps echoing.

"Hey!! Hey you there!" I stopped and turned around. An elderly janitor lady was walking behind me, swinging a map back and forth in my path.

"You're leaving a trail of mud!!" She yelled accusingly. I looked down and saw that my boots were all covered in mud. I then looked behind me and saw muddy footprint behind me. The lady was mopping them up as I went. Had she been behind me all this time?

"Didn't you hear me? Take off your shoes!" I smiled apologetically to her and removed my muddy shoes. I was all set to walk down the hall when the lady screeched at me again.

"Look at your feet stupid! Jesus Christ! Am I talking to a wall?" I looked down and saw my feet covered in mud. How did mud get all over me? I took a step and left a muddy footprint. I tried to rub off the mud, but the more I did, the more mud seemed to spread.

How did I get so dirty?

I looked up to the lady who was fuming.

"How could you do this to me? How could you dirty my hall, my beautiful hall! Take off your feet!"

"I can't take off my feet!" I exclaimed in a voice that seemed rather distant, like it wasn't really me talking.

"Then I will!" She roared, swinging her mop around. But now it was no longer a mop. It was a white tipped ax. I yelled and started running. She chased me down the hall, which was no longer beautiful, and shinny, but dark and dirty.

My feet plummeted the floor as I ran, feeling the grime from the floor rub my feet. The tiles in the walls were now cracked and yellowed, as is they where hundred of years old.

"Naomi?"

I heard Robin!!! His voice was so distant, but I could hear it!

"Robin!!!" I cried out, "Robin! I'm in here!!"

"Naomi?"

"Help! Help me Robin!!"

"Help you how?" His misty voice sounded amused.

"She's going to chop off my feet!" I thought I was yelling, but my voice came out in a sleepy whisper. Robin's distant voice laughed and I toppled backwards, but for some reason, I didn't land hard. Quit soft actually.

I opened my eyes. I wasn't in a hall! I was in my very own bed! I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Isn't someone going to chop off your feet Naomi?" Asked Robin, who was standing beside my bed.

"Shut up." I said sleepily as he laughed.

"Who was going to chop off your feet?" He asked, as if it was the funniest thing in the world.

"The janitor lady," I replied, shutting my eyes, "Now answer my question Robin, why did you feel that this particular morning would be a good morning to barge into my room and wake me?"

"Yeah, I really need the holographic software back. You barrowed it remembers?"

"No I didn't," I replied sleepily as I rolled back over in my bed, pulling the covers up over my face. But that was a lie, I actually did remember barrowing it, but I didn't want to deal with it right now, I just wanted to sleep.

"Yes you did! You made a holographic image of Cyborg remember? You had him wear a dress."

"Oh yeah...that was funny. Is he still pissed?"

"Yeah, basically."

"Oh well, he'll get over it, it was just a pink sundress...with a bonnet...and high heels...and a purse. On second thought, maybe he won't." I smiled into my pillow at Cyborgs reaction as he saw himself sitting at the kitchen table drinking tea with Starfire and me. Even Raven had joined our tea party to laugh at Cyborg, well, not really laugh, more of a smirk.

But Cyborg was less amused. Stupid guy, he's way to insecure about his own masculinity, that's his problem.

"So where is it?" Robin asked.

"Its somewhere down there." I mumbled as gestured to my floor.

"Naomi! There is so much shit on your floor! How the hell are you going to find that little computer chip?!?"

"You mean how the hell are you going to find that little computer chip." I murmured, rubbing my eyes. Robin crossed his arms.

"No, we need it today remember? Remember the plan? We need it today. We need it."

"Look at you Robin! You're getting senile and repeating yourself like an old man. You need bed rest."

"Don't change the subject." He said smiling, "Now, get you lazy ass out of bed and find the chip." He waited for a few moments while I pretended to be sleeping. He then pushed me off the bed. I landed with a thump.

"Bastard!!! You bastard!!! What if I had been sleeping in the nude? That would have been known as a sexual offendment!"

"What?"

"Sexual offendment! I would have been offended, and I would have been naked. One plus two equals a sexual offendment!"

"Naomi, you need to wake up completely, your not making sense."

"Oh, sorry I'm not making any sense. Maybe I would if I hadn't been rudely shoved out of bed. Its all my fault."

"Naomi, you're babbling."

"No, you're babbling."

"Whatever just find the chip ok?" He left my room, tripping over some miscellaneous items on my floor. I yawned widely, and scratched my arm.

Now where did I leave that chip? Chip. Potato chip. Hey! Potato chips! That's what I need!

I stood up, and then remembered of my task. I can't get distracted! Not this time! We need that chip! It is my sacred mission. I felt extremely noble as I knelt down beside my bed.

Damn, I can't even see to the other side. I lay on the floor and reached my arm under and stared pulling random stuff out.

Hmmmmm, some colored pencils, an empty cup, striped bathrobe, three torn magazines, an unraveled ball of yarn, dirty penguin socks, a smile face beach ball, an old pretzel, a pair of too shorts that were much to short, a silver spoon, some beads, a green velvet bag, a block of wood I was going to paint and make into a 'stay out all forms of evil doers' sign for my room. I ducked my head under my bed, coughing from the dust.

A few shards of light shown through on the other side of my bed. I stretched my fingers as far as they would go, and my fingertips brushed something smooth. Hey! It's the metal rod I used to prop up my door when that fucker Gizmo knocked it off when they attacked our tower! I used the rod to poke out some more forgotten treasures from under my bed. Some The Feather shopping bags, the remote from the TV I had stolen to annoy Cy and forgot about, an old TV guide, old nail polish bottles, and.... something shiny.

I reached out and tugged at it. Ohhhh, a pretty necklace! I have absolutely no memory of! It had pink shiny rhinestones attached to a silver chain. I latched the clasp around my neck. What else, what else... old batteries, a lollipop stick, and Ravens diaries that I have no idea of how they ventured under my bed.

Oh god... I pulled out Starfires bag of kitting. I swear I will kill the homemaking channel on TV. I swear I will. The damn station fills Starfires little mind with horrible ideas of home improvement. Star had taken up kitting temporarily, although it kept her occupied, she actually insisted that we wear the items she created using the method of 'patternaticaly knotting yarn'. Which would have been just fine if you could actually be able to identify what she had created. She had gotten really upset when I tried to put the hat she had made on my foot as a sock. So I made the world a better place by her bag of yarn and needles.

She was upset at first, but then got over it, especially when the homemaking channel had a special on curtains. Now, my room has lovely black and white striped curtains that tilt slightly to the right.

But I was a good sport about it; I even told her that they made the room look more cheerful. She had been so inspired by my complement that she made curtains for the whole tower. Raven wanted to take them down but I wouldn't let her.

I peeked under my bed. There!! I used two fingers to delicately pick up the chip. I stood up, smiling proudly, that is until I looked down. I had cleaned under my bed, therefore completely covering my floor with junk. But under my bed is clean, and that's good enough for me.

I used my toe to clearing a little path to my door. I cleaned under my bed, so good for me! Maybe this is what my teachers always meant by me having 'low expectations of myself'. There was a soft knock on my door. The door tried to open, but couldn't do the block of wood blocking it.

I nearly choked trying to hold in a laugh. The block of wood was blocking the door. Get it?

"Naomi?" I trudged to the door, tangling my toes in yarn. I moved the wood and allowed the door to open.

"Yeeees? May I help you?"

"Yeah, I was wondering.... oh my god...." Ravens eyes widened at the mess. "Dear god, how can you live like this?"

"It's easy, just have low expectations of yourself."

"Naomi, just throw some of this shit away!" She kicked the block of wood out of her way as she marveled at the state of my room.

"No!!"

"Why?"

"I want to keep it! You never know when you might need it!"

"Yes, I'm sure an stale pretzel and scummy nail polish bottles will be of real assistance to you in a crises."

"It could.... You never know..." She shook her head, "Well, I just came up to tell you that were getting ready."

"For what- oh yeah, I remember. Do you think it will work?" Raven rolled her eyes.

"Please, he's a freak who didn't have any friends in high school and is now taking out his aggressiveness one innocent people, how hard can it be?"

A paralyzing blast from Cordata whizzed past my ear. I teasingly flew back and forth in front of him, taunting him to move closer. He swore at me and followed. He was wearing some weird samurai warrior armor. He looked like such an idiot! Seriously, samurai armor?

He was obviously a computer geek with wayyyyy too much time on his hands, and decided one fine day to invent a paralyses gun and try to take over the city! Or maybe a small neighborhood. That's how most villains are created.

I landed on the pavement of the street, my hands behind my back, looking at him with an innocent expression. He lowered his paralysis gun level to my head. I smiled sweetly, and then kicked him in the jaw. He yelped out and I took to the air once more, calling him words that you could only learn in a public school.

He rubbed his jaw, and scrambled after me. I looked down the sweet little suburban neighborhood. A couple houses over I saw two little boys playing with toy trucks on their front lawn while an older girl tanned in the sun.

Shit! I had to get Cordata away from this neighborhood; there are too many innocent lives at stake. I flew low to the ground, always staying in the sight of the completely bonkers guy behind me. I stopped briefly at the house with the boys and adolescent girl.

"Get in the house!" I hissed, stopping briefly.

Zap!

I ducked a narrow blow of greenish blue light.

"Damn." I flew close to the pavement as a zipped down the street, giving Cordata a nice chase. Trees on front lawns became blurred as I sped up, then I heard something. The purr of an engine coming up the street. I smoothly glided up and over, and then back down over the car. However, Cordata didn't have such a brilliant strategy.

I heard the sickening crunch before I even saw the car slam into him.

"Oh, fucking hell!" I moaned as I landed and rushed over to the light blue car.

Yup, the car was at an angle, resting on Cordatas body. A teen girl jumped out of the car. She must be a new driver; she couldn't be much older than me. She looked to the body wedged under her car. Her hand rose to her mouth to cover a scream.

"Oh my god!!! Oh my fucking god!!! I just totally hit a dude!! Is he like, going to be ok?!!?!" I knelt by Cordata while the girl kept wailing.

"I j-j-just d-didn't see him!! He r-ran right in t-to m-mh-my car! Fucking god!! Fucking god!! Fucking gooood!!"

Her cries only stopped when I turned my head and she recognized me. "Don't tell!! Please don't tell!! Don't turn me in! It was a-" But her desperate beg for a 'get out of jail free' card were interrupted by Cordata, who had obviously decided to join us again.

The car was hurled at least ten feet in the air, before falling straight toward the hysterical girl and I. I literally tackled her into a nearby bush; we fell out of the way of the car, which hit the pavement with a huge crash. All the windows shattered and the tires literally exploded under the weight of the car.

I looked to the girl, whose face was pure white with shock.

"Are you ok?" I asked, but she didn't respond, her brown eyes were huge, and her mouth was open at funny angle.

"Are you ok?" I repeated slapping her face a few times to try to bring her back to reality. She started shrieking, and scrambled to her feet. Looked at me one more time before tearing off down the street. I looked over two Cordata, who was rubbing his head tenderly; his armor must have protected him. Stupid samurai armor...stupid samurai in general.

"Good job, another one for countless years in therapy. What would the fine people of the psychiatric field do without us?" Suddenly, he remembered he greatly desired to kill me. Not that he said that, but I being the peoples person I am, I could determine it from his body language, as he tried to bonk me over the head with he's paralyzing ray gun. I rolled out of his way, and took to the air once more. I flew at an amazingly slow speed, allowing him to think he 'almost got me', then for me to speed up. I was just starting to have fun when-

Zip!

I felt a tingling sensation spread from the tips of my fingers, to my elbow.

"Shit!" Then my whole forearm went numb, and hung limply at an angle as if it was made of a weak rubber. I didn't even try moving my fingers; I already knew they were paralyzed. I looked up down the street.

There! A small park of trees! I just need to get him there... I zipped back into the air, clutching my numb arm with my uninjured one. Damn, it felt like someone had put a shot of Novocain into my arm, you know, like the numbing stuff they give you before you get your teeth drilled?

Now add that to not being able to move it. Now add that to being chased by a complete psycho who has a gun. I guess I'm just not having a very good day.

Zip!

Zip!

Zam!

I wove my way around in the air, the paralyzing beams seeming to be everywhere. I couldn't fly as well as usually, not being properly balanced from loss of one arm. I flew into the small forest of trees, hiding behind one, panting. I rubbed my arm, which hung limply at my side.

Shit! Shit shit shit! I thought as I held my breath, praying him to keep walking past me. Don't stop, I prayed silently in my mind, please please please keep walking....please.

The crunching of twigs beneath me announced that I had been spotted.

"I found you. I win this game of hide and seek, bitch." The voice claimed from below me. Then the air filled with light. I gave a little yelp as I desperately dodged the beams. Twisting and bending in one spot in the air, narrowly dodging the rays.

"Just admit you lost, no one likes a sore loser." He said, taking a small break from trying to kill me.

"And no one likes a just plain loser," I panted, leaning against the trunk of a tree, "But trust me, you are about to be a very sore loser soon."

I speed off, deeper into the cluster of pine trees. I wove around them, receiving small cuts from the tree needles. One tree branch snapped at me, I turned my head just in time to save my face from the blow, but the branch whipped the shell of my ear. I swore as the warm blood trickled down my stinging ear.

I thought for a moment, and then swore even more loudly, and sure enough, footsteps followed me. I looked up. I waited for him to catch up, swearing loud enough for the king of France to hear.

There! There's the checkpoint! I lead Cordata between the two trees that had yellow ribbon attached. I flew between the trees, sagging in the air to make it look like I was finally beaten. I landed on the ground past the trees, panting from exhaustion. He followed, obviously thinking he had won as well. Then, just as he was about to reach me, the ground seemed to swallow him up.

I listened in delight as Cordata yelped, then hit the bottom of the pit concealed by a holographic illusion of solid ground covering the pit.

Then the air filled with sonic blasts, and dark energy waves. And even the dropping of a moderately sized rock on Cordatas head provided by Beastboy hidden in a tree.

'That's my boy, I thought proudly, he's so resourceful.'

"Good job Naomi!" Robin complimented as Cordata's little toy gun was confiscated and he was handcuffed by the police.

"Yeeeeah! Good work Homi!" Cyborg gave me a high five that left my hand stinging slightly. I guess he wasn't mad about the sundress thing anymore.

"Where's where out little alien?" Beastboy asked looking around.

"Wha- oh yeah Starfire. She wasn't so lucky. She got paralyzed."

"Oh god." Robin grabbed my arm, "Where is she?"

"Cordata was chasing us, so I had to leave her on a door step for safety reasons."

"Which door step?"

"Yeah, that's the problem. I know it was down this one street with trees... but then they all have trees. I don't know."

Robin looked at me the way a person would to another person who was suffering head injuries.

"You lost Star? You lost her!?!?! She was completely paralyzed and you lost her?!?"

"I told you! I couldn't take her with me! What was I supposed to do?!?! Fly around with her on my back? I'm not a fucking horse you know!!!"

After an hour of searching, we finally found Starfire, crumpled up limply on someone's front porch. A little boy was pocking her with a stick, much like the way you would do to a dead animal. After we got the little boy to leave, I examined Star.

"Yup, she is defiantly and undeniably paralyzed and incapable of movement," I said after examining her. She looked up at me, her eyes looking around widely.

"How are we going to unparalyze her?" Asked Beastboy, looking to Robin.

"Whatever we do, we need to get her back to the tower," Robin concluded.

"Well wait! What was that one thing she did when you got paralyzed?" I asked looking at Robin, I tried to remember back. "She...had done something to the back of his neck. Oh hell, I can't even remember what happened yesterday! How am I supposed to remember something like this?"

Starfire started making a deep-throated sound, and her eyes rolled back, giving her the look of someone who belonged in a mental ward.

"Star? You look absolutely looney," I said helpfully.

"I'm afraid your friend is going to have to stay the night," Doctor Jean told us, examining Starfire critically as she lay limply in the bed. She literally looked like a rag doll.

"But you cured Naomi's arm in an hour," Raven said, "Why-"

"Full body paralysis is quite different," The doctor replied, "That ray gun isn't like some chemical you inject into your body that can wear off. It was a ray that breaks down cells that link your brain to your body. Thankfully we can repair them in small sections."

I flexed and inflexed my fingers. The tips tingled slightly, I wonder if that arm will ever be the same. This super hero business really dose a number on your health.

And poor Star! Her whole body! I would hate being unable to move! That would be scary! I sat down on her bed, adjusting her arms so they would lie at her sides and tilting her head so she could look up at us.

"You want me to stay Starry?" I asked. She shook her eyes back and forth to say no.

"You sure?" She raised her eyes up and down to say yes.

"Well ok then." I stood up made some last minute adjustments on Starfires position so she would be more comfortable. Then Doctor Jean ushered us out of the Lab.

"I don't trust Doctor Jean," I declared as we piled into the T- car, Robin looking extremely grave from having to leave Starfire somewhere out of his sight, "I bet she's an ex-carnie I bet she brain washes Star, to make her think she's a Canadian mountain monkey, then gives her testosterone hormone pills until she grows a beard. Then she'll join the traveling circus. She'll be the bearded lady/alien girl/ paralyzed person. She would be the main attraction. Hell, I'd pay to see that. I'd even join, I could be-"

"Naomi! Shut up!" Beastboy said hitting me gently over the head. "Don't you hit me boy." I said, pretending to be angry, "I'll hit you back!" He seemed to find this amusing.

"You couldn't hit harder than I could!"

"Are you kidding? You couldn't punch your way out of a paper bag!!!" I said in the stupidest voice possible.

"Oh yeah? Well, you couldn't punch you way out of... a wet noodle."

"No, but I could eat my way out of a wet noodle."

"Eating is entirely different."

"How the hell could you to get trapped in paper bags and noodles?" Asked Cyborg as he steered the car down the road away from the lab.

"Were talking hypothetically Cy," I said, pretending that he was the one talking stupid, "Were not really trapped in noodles, but it would be okay with me if I was."

I smiled as I leaned back in the seat as Beastboy and Cyborg continued to talk about noodles. I thought about Starfire in the lab as I looked out the widow. We weren't in a very nice part of town, near South Gothem. The lab was purposely built here, to kind of hid it from stupid people, stupid people like Slade.

Then, the end of a dirty brown trench coat whipped around out of the corner of my eye. I craned my neck, looking to see if it was who I thought it was. It was Ice. He was walking down the street, clutching a parcel intently. And he was with someone...

"Cy, stop the car," I murmured, suddenly serious. I must have sounded more serious than I thought, because he slammed on the brakes, looking at me in the rearview mirror concernedly.

"What is it? Something wrong?" He asked, looking tense. "No..... I think I'll... stay with Star tonight." I said in a trance, as I scrambled over Raven to get out of the car. She decided she didn't like people climbing over her and helpfully pushed me out of the car, with much force

"Well...ok" Cyborg said concernedly, "Just make sure to-"

I shut the door and walked down the street, not looking back. Finally, the purr of the engine was in the distance. I looked back once, and then darted down the street, looking for.... him. He knew something I didn't. He knew what was happening with Slade. If I needed answers, I needed Ice.

The street seemed to get darker and gloomier the farther I went. The sky darkened with pollution from some nearby factories and everything was surrounded by high walls, colorful with graffiti. The buildings started to look the same, all dully colored and box shaped.

I stopped suddenly. The hair on the back on my neck prickled as I stood completely still, listening. There, I heard the unmistakable sound of French. I entered a dark ally slowly. I ducked behind a dumpster, stilling my very breath.

"Vous l'avez Monsieur?" "Pas, j'ai dit à vous cela, j'ai besoin de plus que le temps." There were three voices. One I recognized as Ice, the other were unfamiliar. I listened intently, hoping someone would speak in English. "Si est exactement vous temps remarquable ce que nous n'avons pas." "I a indiqué à vous, j'a besoin de plus de temps." "Well, that's too bad isn't it?" The third said in a raspy voice, obvisly displeased about something. Suddenly the very air seemed to chill and I heard the crackle of ice being formed. I jumped out of my hiding place, just in time to see Ice gripping a man by the throat and was speaking very firmly to him as ice slicked the walls of the ally.

"What are you doing?" I asked sweetly, just as an innocent schoolgirl would ask a classmate. Ice saw me, then looked to the man. He dropped the man, who scrambled away. Ice yelled something after him in French, it sounded like a threat to me. Then he turned his attention back to me, looking around cautiously.

"Sacra ble, y' b' back chere? Y' cant get enough of Ice?" He said, trying to sound as if he wasn't up to something, but I could tell he was hiding something... Something big.

"Trust me, I've had enough of your French ass for several lifetimes. Now, be a good boy and tell me what the fuck that was all about."

"Noting." He smiled charmingly at me as if we were on moderately good terms. I looked past his smile at his eyes, which seemed to be looking to someone else, like he wasn't really talking to me at all.

"No, seriously. Tell me."

"Dat homme jus' b' owing Ice money, dats all."

"For what?"

"De picture Ice take of y' in de shower."

Bad idea Mr. Ice. I socked him in the face. He swore, clutching left eye, which was now seemed to be turning a majestic shade of purple and puffing out slightly.

"What do you know?" I asked in mock patience, as if I had all day.

"Ice don know what-"

"Don't lie!! Something's happening. Slade knows it, and so do you!" I glared at him. "What's with the skull and the alarm clock? What's so important about the fucking clock?"

"Ice don know," Ice muttered, looking away. I felt my anger boil up inside.

"I know you know! And if you don't tell me what you know, I know that you know I will eventually know." I was so flustered by anger, I was babbling.

"What?" Ice looked like he was going to laugh. I was not in the mood to be laughed at.

"Tell me!"

"Ice told y'! No one tells Ice anyting! Ice just follows de orders!" He took a step back from me, eyes darting all around the ally looking for something.

"So your just Slades bitch then?" That did it. He seemed to forget whatever the hell he was looking for and glared at me.

"Ice b' no ones bitch."

"Really? Cause the way it looks to me, your following orders like a wee wittle puppy doggie." I had to keep him flustered. I had to keep him talking. If you talk enough, the truth eventuraly slips out.

Ice opened his mouth to say something, then, he seemed to notice something. He looked strangely to me, and then he backed up slowly, not taking his eyes off of me.

"What are you staring at?" He tilted his head as he continued to stare, then mouth something that looked suspiciously like 'Oh shit!!'

"What?" Then reality hit me like a cold knife. He wasn't looking at me, he was looking behind me. I slowly turned my head, and something collided into my face, hard.

I fell to the ground with thump, my nose bleeding freely. I used my wrist to wipe away some of the blood, but it continued to pour down my face. My mouth filled with the metallic taste of blood. The blood from my nose somehow managed to trickle into my eyes, blinding me with its thickness. My arms thrashed, trying to grab something... anything. The blood filled my ears, drowning out the noise of someone yelling.

Something grabbed my leg, and started dragging me down the ally. I screeched and lashed out; desperate to pry my leg from the grasp of whatever had gotten a hold of me, but the grip of whatever the hell it was didn't seem to keen to let go of me. I kicked, scratched, bit, anything I thought might hurt the thing, and I did. But it didn't seem to affect it.

My skin on my leg was now rubbed raw from being dragged across the pavement. I couldn't see, the blood clouding my vision. I blinked desperately, trying to see; all I could see was shadows.

Then, the thing turned a corner and my head collided with the side corner of the ally. My head filled with pain, then felt strangely numb. Then my very mind seemed to dim, until it was dark. StArRy- Ok, one more thing. I want to thank Boogalaga for her review. I had no idea I was picking on Star so much!! I've had such bad writers block that I just kinda wrote about her because she's an easy character to write about, Ravens much harder! Anywho I hope this chapter is better now.