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Chapter 1: Life
Raven stared at the ceiling. Another day. So predictable; Beast Boy and Cyborg would be playing tricks on each other, Robin would be staring blankly at a computer screen and desperately trying to get everybody under control, Starfire would be talking incessantly as she mixed her famous pudding. So predictable.
Life was annoying. Things were perfectly normal. No villains had appeared in the city. Nothing had been happening for weeks. Save the occasional high score or two on the Game station, things were downright peaceful.
And oh, how she hated it. Raven felt in her element when she was fighting; it was purely savage, and she had to work to hold herself back. Years ago, before the Titans, before she even came to Earth, she could exercise that evil. She could be barbaric, she could forget all rules of everything, forget that she had limits. Once, she hadn't even known it, hadn't known the monotonous pain of control. She, yes, she, Raven, had once been carefree and happy. A tear coursed down her cheek. She wasn't now. True, she had friends now, just as heartfelt-if not more so-than her old friends in Azareth. But she missed her life. She could be happy; she could act like a normal girl, the thing she wished for most. She wished she could go back to that, have the best of all those worlds she had been in. Once she had been truly happy. She felt ungrateful, but she couldn't hide it from herself. Life hurt.
Outside, the bustling transportation and dirty air of New York waited like a hungry, prowling dog. Nowhere was she safe from the emotional floods she desperately tried to swim through. This place was different, noisy, not at all like the streets of Azareth. Those were noisy, but with the laughter of children, not machines. Those were dirty, but they held an aura of secrets and personality, not the faceless businesslike reflections held in the streets outside her window. Those streets were once dangerous, but she felt safer there; the danger was one she knew, one she could avoid, a danger of evil, not mixed evil and good in so many people. There was an aura of the network of the Resistance. There had once been an aura of safety. The Resistance, she expected, was probably still there. The evil, she hoped, was gone for good.
Please Read and Review. This is going to be a longer story, and I have most of the plot worked out. A new character is coming in, who is a vague personification of ME! This story is Robin/Starfire and Raven/Beast Boy. Those are my primary pairings. Note: Nobody is getting married. There is some humor, but if you prefer humor, read my other fics, specifically The Mimes. TO A CERTAIN FRIEND: TURN BACK NOW. THIS IS A HORRIBLE FIC. I WILL UPDATE IT. JUST READ THE MIMES! THIS IS A HORRIBLE FIC BECAUSE…IT IS HORRIBLE. YES, THAT IS IT. I DO NOT WANT YOU TO READ IT, FOR IF YOU DO, YOU WILL PELT ME WITH ROTTEN VEGETABLES. TURN BACK NOW.