:: Whoo hoo! Chapter 7! More plot twists and stuff like that! Sorry about not getting a chapter up for a while, school is really draggin me down! Anywhoo, read and review! ::

-Awakenings-

-Chapter 7-

As we walked down the block towards the city, Gear was busy fiddling with both of our communicators. I walked further behind than the two. I felt cold, and it was too quiet. They said they still had enemies, but they hadn't shown up yet. I hoped they could at least get me out of town before some bad guy came.

I was also afraid that Slade had his fingers in this city. Maybe I'd never get away from him.

The boys stopped, ran off to change then got airborne. Duh, they had to keep their identities a secret. I just called over a chunk of earth and flew on that. Gear kept fiddling with the communicators, with the help of Backpack. When we touched down at the edge of town, Gear gave me the communicator back.

"Here, I configured both of the communicators to link up with satellites and connect us together. This already has sort of a GPS thing for the Titans, so I added points for us as well. This should make communication much easier." Gear smiled. The communicator felt heavier as he placed it in my hand. I clipped it to my belt.

"Follow this road, it pretty much runs from here to Gotham." Static said. "And if you get lost, use the communicator."

"Thank you so much for your help. I really appreciate it." I smiled and adjusted the small backpack that Static had given me.

"Anytime. Just give us a call when you need us." Static said. "Now, we've got to go, the bad guys are on the loose."

"Bye." I waved and watched them leave. With a blaze of electricity, Static and Gear were off, hurrying towards downtown. I turned and looked down the road. Few cars traveled it, most of them entering for work. There was a wide shoulder where I could walk. However, it looked lonely.

"Beast Boy." I buzzed the communicator.

"Terra? You okay?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'm coming home." I said, smiling into the communicator.

"That's so awesome! We'll be waiting for you. How are you coming?" He sounded excited, it made me happy. Someone cared for me, and wasn't afraid.

"Walking and flying sometimes. I want to keep low-key." I said, starting down the road.

"Where will you spend the night?" He asked.

"I can make myself a home of earth. It'll keep me very warm. Remember, I did the whole wander thing before." I said.

"Okay. Do you have money?" He asked.

"Yeah, they gave me some just in case. I might stop by a five-and-dime and get some more clothes, just in case." I smiled. "Don't worry about me, I'll be fine."

"Alright, I trust you will be. We have to go investigate some activity in the area, so get in touch later." He said, obviously smiling on the other end.

"I will. Bye." I clicked the communication line closed. I knew he would try to drag the conversation out longer than would be necessary.

As I walked down the road, I skipped stones occasionally. Few cars passed me, and a couple cop cars passed me, looking at me strangely. They kept on going, though. I guess I looked like any normal person walking anywhere.

The day passed quickly and uneventfully. As dusk fell, I found a nice, free, campground, made a little fire and fell asleep next to it.

The morning was colder, and dew covered everything. I got the fire going again and warmed myself by it for a few minutes. I killed the fire, and left again, walking along the road.

I knew a semi was bearing down on me from behind, I could hear it. I hopped off the road and well into the grass on the side as it rumbled past, destined for the interstate exit ahead. Then it slowed and pulled over to stop on the side of the road. I wasn't paying too much attention to who got out, but they grabbed me, bound my hands and covered my eyes. When I tried using the rocks to help me, I was hit over the head and passed out.

Again, I woke up somewhere unknown, with a pounding headache; still tied up, facedown on the floor.

It was getting rather redundant by now.

This time, I was bound tightly, the bindings digging into my wrists. And this time, I had no idea who I was. At least the floor was cool because the air around me was suffocating.

Unlike when I ended up with Static and Gear, there was no pinpricks of light to guide me, and no mechanical hum, just the faint sound of wind rushing by a window or door somewhere.

When I tried to sit up and move around, I found I was tied to the wall, or floor, at that point, my equilibrium was so off I couldn't tell directions. A rope led from the wall to a collar around my neck, and a chain connected my hands to the floor. My fingers were taped together and my gloves were gone. There was no gag in my mouth or anything to suppress my speech or movement greatly. My legs were still free, and my clothes still on, thankfully.

"What the hell." I mumbled when I tested my movement abilities. I came to sitting cross-legged on the floor; at least, what I assume was the floor because the gravity seemed to pull me in that direction. I tried to stand once, but found that the rope was only long enough that I could squat. The chain allowed much more movement, but with my fingers taped, I could do nothing.

A mechanical hum echoed as a dim light came on, and slowly warmed up. With this little amount of light, I could see my things nearby; obviously, someone had gone through them. Closest to me was my wallet, I fumbled with it, and managed to get out an ID card. That would at least tell me who I was.

Terra.

At least I had a name.