Sorry I haven't updated in so long. I was drawing a blank at what would happen next. My friend reviewed under my name because I allowed her to read my story after I logged in. But this chapter may seem lacking because I'm basically working this out as I go along, which is so not like me. One thing, everything in bold-italic is Carmen's self-conscious.
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Cyborg had gone to bed shortly after Carmen. He felt a case of separation anxiety when she went shopping with Raven and Starfire all day. Shopping was one of Carmen's past times. Her favorite before her childhood games. Cyborg stared at his ceiling trying to fall asleep, but his mind was elsewhere. Fixed on memories of her face, her voice … her touch. The softness of her touch always made him shiver. Even when she was flipping him over her shoulder while they play-fought her touch was extremely soft and strong. Nice right-hook too. She was graceful, kind, generous, and helped others as best as she could. What people didn't know was of the dark side to her perfection. Carmen used her image to hide from the pain she felt every time she had to return to her house. She used her image to keep the pain hidden from everyone. She didn't need someone to feel sorry for her; if she did she could go to the press. What she needed was someone who understood, a true friend to muffle her sobs as she cried rivers of tears when she could hold anymore in. The friend who would hide her when her smile she used for a shield cracked and broke. He took the position as that friend. Cyborg understood her, trusted her. He knew everything about her that needed to be known. Good and bad. Cyborg knew her strengths and her weaknesses. He knew of the abuse she had to go through. Constantly Carmen would come to school with a colorless face and bruises on her body that stayed for agonizing weeks. She had her place at his house though. Her own room, own clothes, heck she even had her own TV complete with a game system and more.
"Dang, I can't sleep a wink," Cyborg walked over to his desk and absentmindedly tinkered with some of his tools. He thought of her still. The way she laughed, how the light blue rings in her eyes contrasted the dark blue irises. Carmen was asleep in Starfire's room just down the hall. So close to him, yet so far.
Inside Starfire's room, Carmen wasn't asleep. She had woken up for some reason or another and couldn't fall back asleep. Glancing over at Starfire's bed, Carmen saw her chest rise and fall slowly indicating she was sound asleep. Quietly, Carmen kicked her covers off and crept out of the room. Her feet were bare and silent as she roamed the tower looking for the living room area. She tried to pay close attention when Starfire led her down all of the hallways of the tower.
"Let's see, we passed the bathroom, took a right or was it a left?" Carmen turned around and walked backwards. "Left," she confirmed. Carmen continued to walk backwards, memorizing the hallways and looking for small differences as markers. Like, certain doors, marks on the walls, and other things. She peered behind her shoulder, and found the door to the living room. Smirking, Carmen walked through the sliding door. Walking over to the large windows, Carmen gazed up at the stars. "Real stars look better than the ones in the index," she mumbled. Carmen nightmares were often replayed in the index. That terrible day the blob creature got through the barrier. She remembered the horrible high pitched scream of Victor's mother, who had been the only women she could call a mother, as the blob's acidy mass devoured her body. All of the sounds of panic rushed through her mind as if she was still there. Glass shattered some where and a small fire started. Watching the scene unfold, petrified with fear and confusion, Carmen saw her dearest friend, Victor, being approached by the blob. His face was contorted with fear and panic as many others were. She ran to him. Ran to get in the way, to let her friend live. What friend would she be if she let him die? Running as fast as she possibly could, Carmen shoved her friend out of the blob's attacking range. The blob's mind must have been drawn in two places at once and its body split as well. Attacking them both. The texture of the blob gave her a tingling sensation as it began to transport her for a future meal, she assumed. Dazed, she reached for him. A brush of the fingertip was all she would've needed, but their distance was too great for any physical contact. His voice echoed in her mind.
"Carmen?" Cyborg had heard Starfire's door open and followed Carmen down the hall. She turned startled, to see him there. Great full that he had brought her out of her nightmare. "You ok?" walking over to her, a hope popped into Cyborg's mind: Does she still love me?
"Oh, I didn't hear you coming. You can be pretty quiet, Victor," she smiled as her mind fought with herself. It had taken her weeks to gather up the courage to tell him how she felt. Butterflies filled her stomach as he stood beside her looking at the stars.
"Wow," he said in awe. The stars have never really sparkled that bright before. Carmen stared at him out of the corner of her eye. Her self-conscious started yelling at her.
"Idiot! Quite stalling and ask him! You may not get another chance like this! Don't be such a chicken! Ask if he…if he slept on it yet. You did tell him to sleep on it you know. It would drag him in that position where he can't do anything but answer. It's a perfect trap! Come on!" Carmen hesitated. She didn't want to do that to Victor, not really. "Ugh, you're killing me Smalls!" Carmen opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by a loud siren.
"What's going down?" Cyborg typed on the computer consol. All of the other Titans began to rush in at the call of the alarm.
"Dammit!!!!"
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It's a bit short but good, yes?Yea Carmen's self-conscious swore. Whoop de do! R&R