Authors Note: I am progressing very well with the chapters, now hearing more replies. In this small chapter, a result from the knockout, which in both Pleas and Raven's view, could draw your breath away...enjoy.

Dead Tears,

Prey

Chapter 4

Raven rose up abruptly, slightly gasping. She raised her sweaty palms to her face. It seemed real, almost, strangely too real. Closing her eyes, she still remembered everything...but she was in the Titan Tower. She rose to her feet, holding her head. Everything was the same...everything. All of the objects were in place, the sun still shined behind her drapes, and she could hear noises from outside.

Pleas...

She almost forgot about Pleas,

Is he okay? Could he possibly...

She pushed away the thought...she was already dizzy from the deep sleep. She walked slowly to the door. Nothing. Which seemed strange, normally the kitchen would be abuzz everyone making or eating breakfast. She opened the door slowly, cautiously. Everything seemed the same, no one was out, but all of the objects were in place.

"Hmm...um, hello?" She asked softly; she was answered by a slight thump coming from the Living Room. Her eyes turned star white, glowing annoyed. Someone was obviously playing a trick on her.

Probably Beast Boy and Cyborg...

She stalked the sound, which had stopped suddenly when she closed her door behind her. She heard the noise again...this time it seemed mysteriously behind her. She turned to see Pleas. Standing in front of her,

"P-Pleas?" She stuttered, Pleas did not smile but instead spoke.

"Hello, Raven..."

"I-I...How did you—"

"I just came in...you need to wake up..." He said quietly. Raven seemed confused as he looked deep into her eyes.

"Wake up...But I do not understand..." She answered, looking at her skin.

"He has trapped you into a dream reality of a sort..."

"So that must be the poison..." She raised her fingers to her chin, inquiring.

"I am sorry, but you need to forget that now...you must get out..."

"But...but...what about you...Are you okay?..." She asked raising her hands to Pleas' shoulders. Pleas smiled.

"Do not worry...I will be fine..." He said softly, "I won't let him hurt you...." Raven closed her eyes, feeling warmth spread across her cheek, and a small kiss onto her forehead.

"Plea...I..." Raven tried to say...but her eyes shot open to a dark, cold room with machinery and a small light coming from a small fireplace. With a large, velvet chair that had small pegs, and long, metals armrests. She could hear the same words that she never wanted to hear sound.

"Sorry for disrupting that little 'dream'...didn't want him to disturb..." The dark voice said. Raven glared, clenching her fists.

"Slade...I will defeat you...." She replied darkly, "...Pleas can and will beat you, even if I am not there to help..."

Slade turned to face the angry teenager, smiling.

"I wouldn't count on that Raven...I am sure he will encounter more than he can battle..."

"Leave him alone!!" Raven yelled, "What are you going to do to him?!"

"I'm sure that the Hive can answer that...." Slade growled cunningly. Ravens eyes turned from anger to worry.

"Pleas..." She murmured to herself as Slade drew in.

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Pleas softly landed his feet onto the ground in hunched stance. He could feel signs of Raven waking up from force, he knew that Slade cut her off from him...

I almost could find her location... He thought, rubbing his perspired forehead. He was not sure if the kiss had warned her, or if she could feel it. She was in a dream...but she and he practically loved each other. Even if one denied it. He uncovered his fingers away from his face to see the result of the small battle. The cement was ultimately crushed into a singed crater, and a few windows appeared shattered. But the damage seemed small as some of the citizens rose out from their hiding spot. He looked up at the blue horizon sky, up at the clouds, wondering to himself.

How can I save her?... He asked in his mind, I do not know where this fortress is located, as well as know what I am dealing with...

A large, crushing blow to the gravel from behind interrupted his thoughts. A large, broad shouldered teenager with a bushy, orange mane with a yellow and black-stripped suit over him, hair covering the spots that were not a part of the suit.

"Pleas...this is your lucky day.." He said, smirking. Pleas did not answer, as the bulky animal approached him. "For you are going to go against the Hive...and you aren't coming out of the battle alive..."

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A more successful chapter, rather then the two-parted, Chapter 3. But, mistakes are left behind for now. Thank you, and happy reading.