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Chapter 4: The Meaning Of Macabre

Raven washed her hands rinsing away the traces of blood. It was almost time to meet Robin. Their final meeting.

She never really had a plan for Robin. He was too unpredictable. He was the one who might possibly be her equal, if she was playing fair. He would be the last to die, the last Titan. She didn't consider herself a titan anymore, she was a demon.

She smiled slightly drying her hands on a kitchen towel; it stained the once white towel. Robin was probably still in his room, being his obsessive leader self. Raven raked a hand through her hair. She was about to do what dozens of villains only wished they could.

She fixed her cape and pulled up her hood. She knew Robin was on to her, he may not have known what she had done but he defiantly sensed something.

It was the darkness of his nature that pointed him to it. It's how she decided in what order they would fall.

The purest are the first to fall from grace…

She passed a small mirror hanging on the wall as she stepped out of the kitchen. Reaching out she lightly laid a finger on the glass surface. Glowing red eyes looked into its depths.

Before she could help it the mirror had shattered. Sparkling shards jingled to the floor. Shrugging she stepped over the pieces. It was just about time.

In a slow careful pace she started for the training room. It was up a few floors so she was sure by the time she got there Robin would be present.

Raven drew inside herself while she walked. Anticipation grew inside her as her powers tried to lash out at random objects adorning the tower walls. She kept the damage at a minimal; she wouldn't want Robin to hear.

She wondered how much crime there would be once the titans were all gone. She had disassembled the alarm yesterday to ensure all the titans would be in the tower. Working with Cyborg so much you memorize a password or two.

Or all she mused.

He was the past now, she need not dwell on past victories.

"Robin," She whispered tasting the name on her tongue lulling her way down the hall. She was almost there. Another black tendril lanced out hitting a picture off the wall.

Something made Raven stop and look at the fallen article. It was a picture of the five titans at the park. All smiling beside herself. She was pulled between Robin and Starfire looking slightly annoyed.

Looking at these people who no longer existed she felt nothing. No sadness or remorse. If anything she smiled grimly to herself as her powers whipped out again at the photo. She continued down the hall as the photo was slowly torn apart by traces of black fire.

Raven could see the door now. It was so close. Her pace quickened and she found herself in front of the door in less time than she had expected.

She paused a moment trying to calm her quick breathing and unsteady heart. The smile that had twisted her features quickly vanished making her look almost sane again.

Raven reached out a hand and pushed at the black door. It slowly creaked open displaying a white room with various training equipment.

In the middle leaning against a punching bag was Robin. He didn't even seem to notice Raven as she quickly moved into the room. The door clicked shut behind her without her touching it.

Robin was trying to figure a few things out. First, obviously was where Slade was going to strike next. Even after him supposedly falling to his death Robin didn't believe he was gone. Villains like that aren't killed by elements of nature. No one really knew he was searching for Slade still, well beside Raven.

It was only after a slip up when they had been talking did she find out. She hadn't even berated him for it, only sighed and continued the conversation.

Robin was also worried about the other Titans. Usually on days like today when he had become antisocial someone would start rapping on his door demanding he come out. That hadn't happened today. In fact the tower had an unsettling quiet about it this entire day.

He had seen Raven and Beast Boy for short stints, but other than that-

Robin was shook from his thoughts by a figure that had just moved into his line of vision.

"Oh hey Raven," He smiled slightly, despite his premonition. He tried to look at Raven, yet she had her hood up and was looking at the floor.

"Good evening," Her voice startled him. She hadn't looked up but that voice didn't even sound human, let alone female.

"Raven?" Robin stepped forward a little and tried to grasp her shoulder.

"I know your wondering where your friends are," Her voice sounded a little more normal this time. She had stepped back to avoid his touch. Still his skin had begun to itch, a crazy sense of danger radiated about. Robin ignored it, he was more fazed by the fact she had read his mind.

Hadn't she always held a policy for privacy?

"They're dead." Her voice was a whisper. Robin was shocked a moment before quickly pulling himself in a leader position. Raven was talking crazy here.

"What?"

"I killed them." Came a muted whisper. If the room hadn't been quiet Robin might have missed it. Raven took that time to finally look up. Her hood fell back revealing the deranged smile that had once again resided on her features.

In a disorientated shock Robin stepped back, almost fumbling.

"I killed them all!" Raven shrieked loudly this time. No sorrow or regret was in her voice. She sounded happy in an obsessively psychotic way.

Robin was confused; this had to be a dream. Raven screaming about killing the titans? It just couldn't be.

"But it is, I'll show you." Ravens grin grew darker as she stepped toward Robin. Immediately Robin grabbed for his bow-staff and jumped back a few feet. It didn't work however, because as soon as his feet touched the floor the room dematerialized. Robin could feel himself choking in the blackness for that precious air…

Robin startled feeling his feet touch ground. As if he had been shocked everything suddenly rushed into place. He rounded in a complete circle surveying the area, he was alone.

Hadn't he been with Raven?

He turned back around. There was a flickering light further down. By his passing surroundings he assumed he must be in the lower levels of the tower. He saw a figure in the distance, the fading light bulb above just barely outlining the shadow.

Suddenly he was afraid. Afraid of what Raven said being true. They had been all he had, the only people he had opened up to.

"Please no," He choked out continuing through the dark. He felt things shifting around in the dark but he couldn't focus on them.

The figure was coming into view; it was a female, sprawled on the floor.

Red hair soaking in blood was the first thing he seen. Immediately his stomach dropped out. He felt everything in his mind stop, everything he ever felt vacate his body.

There was ashen marred skin. Once an exotic orange, now dulled with red punctures all about it. Starfire's green eyes watched a lifelessly above, asking for absolution she would never get. Her limbs were tangled and lifeless, at once he knew she was dead.

But the worse thing about her was the way her face looked. A sheer terror lair deeply into her. Like she had been screaming and forever would be screaming in death.

Robin couldn't help but fall to his knees beside his long time friend. A choked sob escaped his lips before he could help it. She had been like a little sister, his little sister.

Robin pulled the girls bloodied figure towards him. Not caring he cuddled Starfire's lifeless head in his arms, tears falling into her blood stained hair.

He could see creatures emerging from the darkness. Four read eyes on beady black feathers. Ravens of a rarity had surrounded him, their beaks snapping and calling shrilly. Robin squeezed Starfire tighter and buried his face in her hair. It smelled of blood, everything smelt of death and blood.

Before he knew it everything was slipping away again. He clutched at the air, but Starfire was gone. He screamed to the air, screamed to the birds. He felt himself falling into the dark, dried blood now smudged into his skin…

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His feet touched again. He wiped messily across his eyes. He knew what was to come, more death. This would be the worse day of his life, and possibly his last.

He couldn't believe this person was Raven.

Dreading he surveyed the area. Once again it was dark. The dimensions seemed smaller though. He seemed to be in a small room?

Robin stumbled forward through the dark. This time there was no light.

It wasn't long before he felt himself come in contact with something. It was cold and rubbery. Fear gripped him again; he could only imagine what it was.

Something flickered above him raining sparks on his dirtied hair. A dull purple light. When his eyes adjusted he gasped at the sight before him.

It was Beast Boy. The rubbery substance had been his costume, now slick with dried blood. He was wrapped up almost in a cocoon by wires. One particularly frightening cord was wrapped around his neck. There was a now black imprint where it had cut through the skin. His skin was a darker green no longer lively with blood.

It seemed all the blood had been lost in a ghastly rivulet on the floor.

Robin wanted to gouge his own eyes out. He didn't want to see any more. Only, he knew he probably didn't have a choice. He stepped forward tentatively reaching his hands out.

He felt the tears come again. He hated to be like this. How could he be so weak for his friends?

He tried to pull at the purple cord wrapped so tightly around the boy's neck. It wouldn't budge at all, but in the process his gloves had gotten bloodied, the changelings blood mixing with the Tamaranian's.

Robin wiped at his eyes furiously trying not to look at Beast Boy. His expression was different from Starfire's; his was of betrayal and surrenderance. In the end it looked like he had been truly hurt and given up.

Robin wondered what Raven had said to him.

Robin closed his eyes; "I cannot forgive myself for failing you all." He wouldn't.

He kept his eyes closed feeling the ground slip beneath him. The whole thing reminded him of some sick reenactment of the scrooge.

And he still had one left…

This is the last one. Robin reminded himself when he felt ground beneath him again. He was terrified to open his eyes. He knew it would confirm another death.

This time it would be Cyborg's.

Finally a part of his head begged him to open his eyes. He found when he opened his eyes this room was fairly dark too. He wiped at his eyes again to feel his mask slipping.

It really didn't matter to him anymore.

He felt something push him forward. Instead of fighting it he continued. In the dark he felt his boots crunch over equipment. The windows around him faintly glowed in moonlight.

He was in the garage.

There was a table near him. A metal slab turned around so he couldn't see what was on it.

But he knew.

Swallowing his nausea he continued toward it. He noted a particularly bloody wrench as he stepped over it. He felt his stomach rise up at him. He didn't want to be here, he didn't want to see this.

A seemingly strong gust picked up behind him pushing him forward.

With no choice he was next to the slab. He could hear the blood still dripping down, but it was the sight that stunned him.

Raven was a monster. Robin held a hand over his mouth to stop himself from vomiting.

It didn't work as the boy leaned over and threw up on the floor. His stomach emptied any food he had in it. He might have felt better if he hadn't seen Cyborg.

The boy was chained to the medal. Some circuitry had been ripped off; his chest plate flung a few feet off. Robin wiped his mouth feeling the nothingness push up against his stomach.

Cyborg's heart was visible, a human heart. It was nasty and black, shriveled like a prune would be. The last of his blood trickled down from broken veins and arteries to the floor. A large lake of red was about the floor. Robin was stepping it, the crimson lapping at his boots.

He didn't dare get any closer. He felt like his head was swirling about too quickly. The mass slaughter was too much for him.

He choked up air, his stomach still trying to spit up its emptiness.

He pushed himself backwards. He had to get away, he needed to run. Something, anything.

He tripped over the equipment stumbling in his haste. Things smashed into his body as he tried to get away. Shadows grew and shrank just waiting to get at the boy. His mind was still full of the images, reliving and revisiting each.

The world spun quickly and dropped. Robin let out a cold scream feeling himself fall. He didn't want to see her, he just wanted to die.

"Wake up Robin," A melancholy voice called out. He recognized it, but only faintly.

Something about it buzzed him, every part of his body and mind shook awake in an instance as if he had been electrocuted.

And he remembered, and remembered, and wished he didn't.

His eyes flew open and he scrambled to his feet. He felt his waist for his weapons. His eyes grew wide when he found it was gone.

"How could you," Robin fired back. Fear had been drained from his body suddenly. Carnal instinct took place fueling his body with anger and adrenaline.

"It was easy, you all are so trusting and gullible with your friendship," She spat the words like they tasted foul. Raven was a few paces away leaning against a punching bag. They were back in the training room.

"I thought we were friends," Robin retaliated. He knew he sounded weak and it fueled his anger.

Raven smiled grimly. She loved watching his squirm. She had loved watching him see his friend's dead. It was much more amusing than simply telling him. "Raven was your friend, and that part of Raven is dead."

"What?" Robin gasped. His mask slid down a little blocking his eyes. It was wet with tears and would no longer stick. Carelessly he pulled it off and let it flutter to the floor. Raven wasn't surprised to see his eyes now, she knew every secret of the Titans.

"I am the evil Raven, all pleasant emotions have been killed. I am only her evil parts, and finally I have my reign."

"She-she's dead?" Robin stuttered. He felt his anger slipping. This wasn't human, how could it be?

"Yes, emotions will do that to you. The stronger her emotions got the more chance she had of loosing herself." Raven smiled quite proud of herself. She could see Robin worried. There was no hope for him now. She began to think of the best way to put away this nuisance.

"Emotions?" Robin was so lost. He knew she needed to meditate, but she never missed doing that.

The Raven rolled her eyes. "Yes emotions. She felt love, and she has always known that would be the death of her and anyone she loves."

Robin stepped back. He was suddenly concerned for his own being. What were his odds of defeating pure evil?

"And finally I will be finished," The demon smiled her eyes now glowing crimson. She stepped forward licking her lips.

Robin looked around him. The only escape was the door, and that was behind Raven. He shrunk back conscious of the wall he was nearing.

Raven closed in on him smiling in sadistic pleasure. Robin could only imagine the Titans he had failed. Somehow he guessed his death would be worse.

Finally the wall met Robins back. He was about to attempt some offense when he felt himself stuck.

He looked down to find his legs and arms stuck in place by glowing black smoke. He pulled ferociously, but the only thing he achieved was making his joints groan in pain.

Raven was right in front of him now. Glaring eyes into his own fearful ones. Her slender hand came up, black energy crackled from her flesh.

And suddenly Robin felt hot. More than hot, more like searing. Panic swept him as he gazed down. Black flames had sprung up and were lapping at his legs already. He yelped helplessly.

Eagerly it was devouring his costume, eating at his flesh. Raven was still in front of him; she was in the flames with him, unaffected.

She watched him writhe unable to escape the demon fires. A modern day crucifixion from her standards. She smiled grimly at the flames shot up.

"Didn't Raven care about us?" Robin choked; he knew it was probably his last words. The girl before him stopped a moment. She smiled widely realizing he was just about at the end of his life. The flames were billowing now and Robin was struggling to keep from crying out as it burned away his skin.

"More than you'll ever know Robin." Her voice sounded strangely familiar, almost caring.

With that Raven stepped forward and grasped the boys neck. A feeble pulse was still there. She clenched her hands cutting off his air supply.

Robin gasped welcoming the death; he no longer had the strength to do anything. He felt himself dying without air the heat licking at his face now. Suddenly his arms were mobile.

Quickly instinct took hold of him, he had to get away. With his last bit of life he clawed at the hands holding his throat. Raven held firmly watching the boy squirm valiantly in his last moments. The black fire was eating him as she strangled him. He tore at her hands but she felt no pain even as the blood trickled down feeding the fire. She let out a cold laugh.

Finally all movement stopped. Robin's arms dropped, his body taking the form of dead weight.

Releasing him Raven stepped back as the boy slid to the floor vanishing beneath the flames.

The last Titan was dead.

She looked down at her bloodied hands. Deep gnarling marks had marred her perfect skin.

Raven couldn't help but laugh. It was a deep and cynic sound filling the now empty haunted corridors.

The fire caught onto the ceiling now quickly spreading. It danced across the room alighting everything in its black glory.

There were no witnesses as the girl turned and walked out of the room vanishing into the darkness…

The end. Everybody died. I hope that answered all the questions, if you still have any put them in a review and I'll work up an epilogue. Thanks to everyone who reviewed/read.

And I know Robins death isn't the most exciting, I've rewritten it countless times.

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