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.
