Chapter Eight

"Poisoned"

Author's Note:Hey sorry for not updating lately, but here you go, as promised, the next chapter.

Disclaimer:After all this time, no I still don't own it.

The group stood around the old man as he diligently worked on the paper. They stood in a small library. There was a small table at which the mentor was sitting and a few other small tables with statues and large books on them. There was also an unlit fireplace in the middle of the far wall with a comfortable-looking chair near it. An open book sat on the small table next to it, looking as if it were hurriedly put down.

"So you must be Raven's mentor huh?" bb asked.

"Does she still call me that?" he chortled to himself.

"Whatever do you mean, you are aren't you??" Star asked slightly scared.

"Yes, I am, but she used to call me by what I really am to her"

"What?" the team asked together.

"I'm her..." he trailed off, "How 'bout this, I'll tell you in the morning you look beat, get some rest."

"How..." bb pointed the window in one of the sidewalls without books "...can you tell?"

"Yes, how do you? The redness of this place has not changed, I don't think." Star said thinking.

"My sensors aren't picking up the time...matter-of-fact they aren't picking up anything." Cy said as he looked at his arm. He raised his heads in confusion and shook his head, "But I think he might have a point, I know I'm beat. With all this commotion I think sleep would be good."

"Yes, I agree," Star said. "Hey...has anyone seen Robin?"

The team looked around, Robin wasn't in the room. Suddenly, bb noticed something with his keen sense of smell. "I smell blood." They looked around worriedly then, saw it, dark red splotches on the carpet. They were barely visible considering the deep red of the carpet, but they left an outline as the light hit them. The marks moved towards the door they came in where on the door there was a large bloody handprint.

"Hurry!" Star said as she started to run out of the room.

"Hold on," the old man said as he got up.

"What!?"

"Calm down, I'm just going to show you the way. You don't know where you're going." He said lightly.

The team ran out of the room, the old man leading. They came to a room close to the library and Robin lie in a pool of his blood. The gashes on his neck had turned black and were producing a heavy flow of blood.

"Poison," the old man said worriedly, "That's why the demon let go so easily."

"What?" the team asked.

"When you..."he looked at bb, "put those gashes in his neck; the demon was able to easily poison him with it's own blood."

The man knelt towards Robin, he put two fingers close to his mouth and put his head to his chest, ignoring the blood. He turned him over carefully and looked at his neck. He put a finger to the wound and smelt the blood on his finger. He looked worriedly at the team, "We have to hurry, he doesn't have much time." He whispered.