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Chapter Six: Losing Control

Reunited with his weapons and his silver chain, the Hunter felt more at ease, although it was still hard to feel comfortable at the glares from Robin's friends. The redhead tried to be a polite hostess, but her emerald eyes looked at him with mistrust. The robot guy didn't even bother to put up a polite façade, his face was in a disgruntled scowl and his human eye glared right through him, and the Hunter respected him for it. At least he was honest.

Despite the fact they didn't like him, they did have the decency to listen to his story. The Hunter had great respect for that too. He couldn't blame them for hating him. Robin showed him some photos of the Teen Titans and he could see that he was wrong about the one they called Beast Boy. For one thing, the little guy was green, which because of his sunglasses, he didn't see, another thing, he didn't have the eyes; werewolves had a certain look in their eyes. The fifth member was still missing. He had yet to meet her. Her photo made him wonder about her. There was a familiarity about her he couldn't quite put his finger on.

The Hunter told them everything he told Robin, "The reason I'm here though is because I have reason to believe something big is going down not too far from here, and it's going to happen soon. That werewolf you were looking for, it's only the beginning."

"What's going to happen?" Robin asked.

"I don't know," the Hunter replied. "I wish I could tell you, but all I know is that there will be a gathering somewhere soon and my hunt has led me here."

Starfire frowned, "How do we know you are speaking honestly?"

"You don't," the Hunter replied. "But I assure you Titans, we are on the same side."

Raven entered the room and looked around, as usual her face was concealed by her dark hood, "Uh, what's going on? Who's he?"

"Oh good, you're back," Robin said, "Raven, this is the Hunter. He's a werewolf Hunter and will be staying with us for a while, to help us out." Robin decided it would be wise not to tell Raven how they first met.

Raven's shoulders tensed up, but she hid it well, "Mmm," she shrugged, sounding uninterested. She turned to leave.

"Where were you?" Cyborg asked, "You've been gone all day!"

Raven stopped and without turning around she replied, "With my poetry circle."

"All day?" Starfire asked.

"What? Do I need a chaperone?" Raven asked dryly, turning to face her friends.

"Raven," Robin said, "We're concerned. You really don't look well, especially after you healed Beast Boy. In fact you look terrible. And then when you disappear all day, when you should be getting some rest and allowing your injuries to heal... we were worried."

Raven rolled her eyes, "I'm fine, OK? Stop worrying about me."

"You sure?" Cyborg asked.

Raven nodded but winced as a sharp pain shot through her head. She grabbed the back of the couch for support as dizziness began to take over again. "Raven!" Starfire gasped, jumping to her side. "What is the matter?"

"Nothing," Raven replied, "Just a headache." She tried to hide the fact that it was more than just a headache. There was so much pressure on her head that she felt as though her brain would burst and release all the tension and raw power within her at once. She felt dizzy and nauseous, she felt both hot and cold but she couldn't give in to it. She had to hide it. She had to keep control.

"See you've been pushing it and that's not like you," Robin said. "Raven, get some rest. I know that that bump on your head has been affecting your powers and I think you need to get some R and R."

"Fine," Raven shrugged, "Whatever." She turned to leave.

"Wait," the Hunter stopped her. Raven turned around, "Lower your hood, let me see your face." Raven shrugged and brushed her hood off her head. "Where have I seen you before?" the Hunter asked.

Raven shook her head, "I don't know. We are kind of famous around here, the papers maybe?"

"I've never heard of you until I arrived in town yesterday, that couldn't be it," he replied. He looked at her closely, "How do I know you?" Raven shifted uncomfortably at his weathered gaze.

Robin, Starfire and Cyborg looked at Raven and then back at the Hunter, "You know her?" Starfire asked.

The Hunter shook his head, "No, I don't think so, but there's something about you that is so familiar, like I've seen you somewhere before."

"I guess I have one of those faces," Raven shrugged "I never met you in my life."

"No, we couldn't have met, could we?" the Hunter nodded, "How did you do that?" he pointed to her forehead.

"None of your business," Raven said coolly as she put her hood back up to conceal the bruise on her head.

Robin said, "She got that the other night fighting the wolf... er, werewolf."

Raven shot him an angry look and headed back towards her room.

"Did it bite you, or scratch you?" the Hunter asked urgently.

Raven grumbled to herself, "So much for meditating and getting some sleep." Raven sighed, "No it did not. If it did I would've said something, OK? I know it was a werewolf."

"Why didn't you say anything?" Robin asked.

"It wasn't Jonathan, was it?" asked Cyborg, remembering what Beast Boy said about not trusting him.

"No. I told you I attacked it, and it ran off so I don't know who it was. I didn't say anything because I didn't think you'd believe me," Raven lied.

"Then how did you know it was a werewolf?" the Hunter asked.

"Does it matter?" Raven asked, obviously annoyed. Everyone nodded, "Well it certainly wasn't a normal wolf now was it? Why do I feel like my friends have suddenly put me on trial?!" Raven raised her voice and the lamp beside her shattered. Everyone jumped and stared at her blankly.

"You're not on trial," Robin said carefully, surprised by her sudden outburst, "We're just concerned."

"Well stop it," Raven warned, red eyes glowed from the shadows of her hood. Raven hissed, "Good night!" She stormed off to her room and slammed the door behind her with her powers. She was afraid she'd lose control completely again. She almost did. When she was talking to her friends she was on the verge of attacking. Her wicked side wanted to tear them to shreds for interrogating her like they did.

She sank to the floor, crossed her legs and began to chant, putting herself into meditation. She began to levitate in the middle of the room and tried to drift into a deep trance, but it was proving to be difficult. Her powers threw books off her shelves and shattered her window. She fought the throbbing pain in her head to try and force her anger back in. She chanted her mantra over and over, begging her power to cease and desist. Her room became cloaked in black energy as she fought to regain control of her powers. When it was over and she had control again she fell over from exhaustion. "What's the matter with me?" she moaned, lying on her back, feeling completely useless.

Meanwhile everyone heard the commotion coming from Raven's room. "Does she always have temper tantrums like that?" the Hunter asked.

"Not like that," Cyborg said. From the sound of things, no one felt daring enough to check on her.

When things suddenly grew quiet Starfire stood up, "I think I should make sure that Raven is well."

"Good idea," Robin nodded.

Starfire knocked on Raven's door, "Raven? It is me, Starfire, can I come in?" Starfire waited but there was no answer. "Raven?" She knocked again. "Raven, we are not putting you on trial as you say. It is not like you would do anything to make us mad at you, so do not feel like we no longer trust you. Raven?" Starfire sighed, knocking again, "Please answer. I know you do not like it, but we are worried about you. You are not yourself and I know that healing Beast Boy, and the werewolf attack has affected you more than you are willing to admit. There is no need to try to hide it."

Knocking again Starfire continued, "Please, talk to me. Maybe if you talk about it, you can feel better. Why do you think we do not care? We are your friends. We do care and I believe that is why everyone has been asking questions. Not because we do not trust you as you seem to think, but because we want to help. After all that has happened the last few days, I do not blame you for feeling stressed. You do not have to, but you can always talk to me if you should ever want to. My door is always open."

Starfire was met with only silence. Carefully Starfire decided to open the door. "Raven?" she whispered. Starfire knelt beside Raven who was lying on her back on the floor, staring hopelessly at the ceiling. Her darkly decorated room was an unnatural mess and rain blew in through her broken window. Starfire nudged her, "Raven, what is wrong?" she put her hand to her friend's cheek, which was shockingly hot.

"I don't know," Raven replied honestly.

"Is there anything I can do?" Starfire asked.

"Just leave me alone," Raven said softly. "Like Robin said, I need rest."

"But you can't sleep in here," Starfire said, "Look at your window."

Raven gave a weary smirk and waved her hands. Shards of broken glass hovered and went back in place. As Raven held the glass up with her mind Raven motioned to Starfire, "Could you?" Raven looked as though mentally holding the window was taking a lot out of her.

Starfire brightened when she caught on to what Raven was doing. She fired green light from her hands, melting the glass enough to make it mould back together. "Anything else I can do?"

Raven shook her head with a shudder, "No. I'll be fine. Don't worry."

Starfire nodded. She didn't exactly believe Raven, but she knew better than to pursue the matter. She took Raven's uninjured hand and helped pull her to her feet, "OK. I will see you tomorrow then, please get some rest and feel better. If there is anything you need..."

"I don't think so Star," Raven gave a small smile. "By the way, I heard what you said on the other side of the door and..." Raven muttered something that Starfire couldn't hear.

"What?"

Raven rolled her eyes, "I said..." she hesitated, "I said thanks. OK?" Raven seemed uncomfortable.

"You are welcomed," Starfire grinned, "And I mean it too. Good night."

"G'night Star."

Raven tossed and turned all night, no matter how badly she wanted to, she couldn't find rest. When she did fall asleep she found herself running through a vast forest. A wolf was pursuing her. A werewolf. But Raven had the feeling it wasn't Jonathan chasing her. It was someone... something else.

Raven's eyes snapped open and she caught her breath, looking around her darkly decorated room. She had a strange feeling she was being watched. Raven put her hand to her forehead feeling a strong pressure on her head. What was wrong with her? Raven scratched her arm and rose to her feet swaying slightly. She took a glance at her reflection in her dresser mirror. Her violet-blue eyes looked tired and bloodshot and were surrounded by dark circles; a shocking contrast against her pale face. The bruise on her forehead still looked dark and wasn't showing much sign of healing, neither was her wrist and the cut on her arm was beginning to look infected. This was beginning to bother Raven; she was normally a fast healer but her injuries felt like they were brand new, not two days old. There should be at least some signs of healing, especially since her injuries were reletively minor, but there was none.

This didn't worry her nearly as much as her powers going out of whack. Meditation was becoming torturous but it was the only way to control her powers. Her evil side was taking advantage of this which explained why it was getting harder and harder to control herself. On top of things, she was beginning to feel that every time she lost control, she lost more than that. She felt so drained after using her powers, even when she used them by her own freewill. She never felt so lethargic.

With a shiver Raven decided to try to get some sleep again. That would help regain lost energy and besides, she wasn't going to heal if she didn't get some rest. She fell into her bed and stared at the ceiling thinking about how nice it would be if she could heal herself like she could heal others.

Closing her eyes she once again found herself running through the woods, being chased by an unseen lupine pursuer. She ran into a clearing and was surrounded by werewolves. Jonathan stepped past them and smiled at her, he whispered something she couldn't understand but his words sent a chill down her spine. He then placed on hand on the nape of her neck, and the other on the small of her back and he dipped her, kissing her gently, but forcefully. Parting her lips she kissed him back, it felt wrong, but she felt compelled to allow his kiss to last, like she had no control over the matter, yet a part of her found slight pleasure in their forbidden rendezvous The moon in the sky began to bleed and she could taste it in her mouth.

Raven quickly opened her eyes with a panicked gasp. She lay on her bed, breathing heavily, her heart was pounding. She clutched her sheets as she tried to breathe. She felt a lump form in her throat and her stomach churned. Squeezing her eyes shut she fought her nausea, swallowing hard. As she did so images flashed in her mind. Fragmented memories of her encounter with the werewolf as it stood over her, ready to rip her to shreds. It's wild, empty eyes baring into her being, salivating with ravenous hunger.

It was so rare for her to feel so frightened. Of all the foes she had ever faced, the only one that had managed to terrorize her dreams was Trigon. She had good reason to fear her father, for they were forever connected. He was a part of her. Theirs was a never-ending battle. It almost felt humiliating that a mere werewolf would haunt her so, when there were so many other things that could be considered more terrifying.

Opening her eyes Raven saw the werewolf standing in the shadows of her room. She sat up and pulled her covers to her chest. She glared at it, not allowing it to get the better of her. Her eyes shone white and she hissed, raising her hand, "Back off." The wolf lowered it's head in submission before looking back at her and growling with an intense rage. Raven wasn't sure if the wolf was real, or an astral projection of her most dominant fear.

She summoned her powers and waited, her hands were enveloped in a black flame, "Stay back!" she hissed, climbing out of bed, staring into the werewolf's cold, empty eyes. They stood their ground, staring at each other for a few moments, eye to eye. Finally it barked and leapt towards her. She sent her power flying but before the blackness made contact, the apparition dissolved and there was nothing there.

In exhaustion Raven collapsed into her bed. It was just her imagination. Just her lingering fears making themselves known. Just her blasted powers getting out of control again.

As Raven tried in vain to go back to sleep, one thought lingered, remaining stronger than the confusing, jumbled thoughts that were scattered in her mind: Jonathan couldn't be trusted. If the dream she had prior to waking up in horror meant anything, it was that he wasn't being honest with her. She sank back down under her covers and tried to think logically. She wasn't being honest with her friends either. She couldn't be trusted. That was why she wanted to help him. They were both evil. She shook her head, they were both trying to fight their evil side... right? Jonathan the human was good... wasn't he?

But if that were the case, why was she so overwhelmed with unease? Maybe he was deceiving her. Maybe his human side wasn't as innocent as he said, as she believed.

On the other hand though, it could after all just be a dream. Not every uneasy dream she had was an omen. It was perfectly natural to feel some anxiety. After all, opening up to people, friend or stranger, was never Raven's strong point. And never before had she felt a strange, almost magnetic attraction to someone, certainly not some one she just met. The dream could merely be reflecting the repressed uneasiness she felt about the situation.

Nonetheless, it would be wise to be more wary of Jonathan whether her dreams were visions or not. It was dangerous to let anyone in. That was why she limited teaching Starfire meditation to the barest minimum. But still, best friend versus complete stranger. She shouldn't be teaching him anything. But it was important that he knew how to control himself, right?

Sinking under the covers Raven decided she'd make sure Jonathan was trustworthy before teaching him anything, something she should've done in the first place. "What is my problem?" she scolded herself. She wasn't normally that foolish. What was it about Jonathan that attracted her and clouded her judgement? Was it merely her headache and unstable powers affecting her ability to read people and think clearly, or was it something else?

The sound of a wolf's howl in the distance made Raven shiver. She just hoped that Jonathan locked himself up like he said he would.

A/N Thus endeth the chapter. Please leave a review! And if you can, like I said before, please give me some Constructive Criticism, (or comments or suggestions). I hope you will be with me for the long haul cuz this is going to be long. Just to let you know. Thanks for taking the time to read, please take a sec to review!