Raven Plays Games With the Titans

by: LifeBitesRavensBallz

"Rae truth or dare?"

"I will choose truth if only to unburden my soul of the oppressing darkness that threatens to consume me at every turn."

"..."

"Friend Raven I have chosen a question most revealing and invasive! What is your pigment most favorite?"

"There are three colors that have chosen me, they all equally embody the suffering and spiritual death that I experience daily. Purple, blue, and black are the colors of my bruised soul that is tormented to the point of agony that I must suffer in silence as penance for my sins."

"Most wonderful! I also enjoy the color purple!"

"Er, yeah...well anyway, it's your turn to ask Beast Boy Raven."

"As you wish. Beast Boy, truth or dare?"

"Bring on the dares Rae! I am the Dare Master!!"

"Fine. I dare you to throw yourself off the roof of the Tower and impale yourself on the jagged rocks below. And if by some miracle you survive the fall and it's sudden stop, drag your body in the waters of the bay and lay stagnant in the water until something unpleasant comes to pick at your tender flesh and eats your entrails inch by inch while you are still conscious of the excruciating pain."

"How about we try scrabble?"

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"M-U-S-T-A-R-D mustard!"

"Good job Star. OK now lets see...off your 'M' M-A-R-T-I-A-L martial as in martial arts." Robin hesitated. Did he really want to tell Raven it was her turn? Nope. Not just yet.

"Beast Boy it is your turn."

"Off Starfire's 'S' A-N-U-S anus! Haha!"

"You are so juvenile, inner turmoil and suffering would cure you of that problem Beast Boy."

"Eh...no thanks Raven I'll pass."

"Your loss."

"Cyborg?"

"U-R plus Beast Boy's anus gives me Uranus!"

"Hhahaha good one dude!"

Robin sighed. Here we go again, "Raven, your turn."

"Off Cyborg's 'S' S-U-I-C-I-D-E suicide."

Cyborg, Beast Boy, and Robin sweatdropped.

"Maybe hangman would be a better choice..."

Later that evening after having words such as 'Defenestration', 'Eviscerate', 'Lament', and 'Turmoil' the others had completely given up on incorporating Raven in on any of their games. Raven sat on the roof of Titans Tower under a dark and threatening storm cloud pondering the futility of her existence and the general suckiness of life.

'My existence is so futile. There is no point to anything that I do. I suffer and suffer and no one cares. Woe is me. Woe.'

"Raven you want to go out with the rest of us? We're going to the mall and maybe out for dinner later. You can even choose."

'It's Robin again... When will they realize that I am dark and tormented? When will I cease to suffer so?'

"I think not."

"Alright then. We'll be back later this evening." Robin turned to leave before a thought seemed to strike him. "Hey, you might want to leave before that storm actually hits us. I saw the weather report and its supposed to be a doozy."

Raven merely grunted. She was too absorbed wondering how many puppies, kittens, and small children one had to kill before they earned the type of karma she had.

A scant half hour later the rain had started and it showed no sign of letting up anytime soon. Raven was soaked to the bone and her powder and mascara had been washed off leaving black trails down her eyes. The black liquid streaming down her face gave her the appearance of crying black tears.

Unfortunately for our intrepid, if sometime depressed, heroin Raven failed to notice the flashes of lightning inching closer and closer to her position on the roof until a bolt struck her.

The stench of burned flesh filled the air as Raven slowly fumbled for her communicator which was thankfully unharmed during the blast.

"This is Raven, as I was contemplating my abysmal karma on the roof I was struck by a bolt of lightning as if God himself had decided I should no longer taint the world with my existence and endeavored to smite me off the face of the planet. If anyone cares I am in need of assistan--" Raven stopped abruptly. She had died.

In a tragic confirmation of all that Raven had believed to be true, she wasn't mourned for long before the rest of the Titans sold her stuff on E-Bay and found a new member to take her room.

Her existence had indeed been futile and insignificant.

AN:/ Poor Raven, her existence is like mine. Unimportant and insignificant. Review or not, I don't particularly care. Reviews do not fill the gaping void in my life.

A/N: This actually started out as one of the sappy, grossly out-of-character Truth or Dare slumber parties that people seem to love to write but I got sidetracked by inspiration. I love depressed, angst-filled, and abused Raven as much as the next person. It's just that sometimes it is done way over the top.

On another note I've lost the hard copies of all my work, I usually write everything out before I type it, so whatever plans I had for my stories has been basically shot to hell.