"You know what?" Gar declared, two days later. "We need to bring back Robin's body. That will show real respect for him. We'll go look for it. Who's in?"

"Not me," Karen muttered. "Finding mangly corpses is not my idea of fun. 'Sides, I got a date with Kid." Vic whispered, "Kid's scared of her," then said loudly, "I'm in!"

"Sure, why not?" Ghost offered. "Raven?"

"Fine. Whatever. Bane, are you going?" The man looked excited. "Definitely."

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Garth had agreed to go as well. Ghost, turning it into a full-blown expedition, assigned groups to different areas. "Vic, you search the western premises. Garth, you can search around the tower. I'll go ahead of Rae and Bane and look around the catacombs with them. Gar, you can… go wherever."

Ghost must have wanted to scare Raven and Bane, because he gave them glowsticks and armed himself with a plasma rifle. "I'll scout ahead, you two be VERY CAREFUL," he ordered.

"Shut up, bastard," she whispered. "You're just trying to scare us."

He winked and ran ahead, aiming the plasma rifle at imaginary enemies.

As Bane and Raven walked deeper into the graveyard of sorts, Bane decided to attempt to make conversation. "So, what's with you and Ghost? Is he like GAKK!" Raven didn't allow him to finish; instead she decided to choke him.

"Don't," she whispered. She let him down and he massaged his throat. He laughed. "I wish you could see yourself," he said.

She looked up. "What?"

"I didn't say anything," he told her. "It sounded like it was coming from over there."

"Helpless, pathetic," continued the voice. They ran towards the source and found a blurry recording playing on what Raven assumed was a television. "Just waiting to be put out of your misery."

Transfixed by the shadow figures on the tape, she failed to notice the people backing away from her. A dull snap was heard, followed by a soft, calming voice. "I can see you." Another snap was heard, then the first voice saying, "It's not over, Mr. Anderson. It's not over."

A dull thud ended the clip. Raven snapped out of her transfixion as the people bolted. "Stop! Ghost!" she yelled. Bane held back for a moment.

He stared at the tape, as though making a hard decision. He flicked out his switchblade and drove it into the player. Sparks flew out and singed his hand, but he did not notice. After two seconds, he continued after Raven.

"Ghost!" she shouted again. Ghost spun the corner and fired the plasma rifle. The two people dropped out of sight, but before Raven could wonder why, she had to move.

The lightning narrowly missed her, and Bane let out a yelp as he dove out of the way. "Bloody hell, Ghost, you almost killed me!" Bane yelled.

Ghost ignored him and jumped down the manhole he had discovered. As he, followed very closely by Bane and Raven, ran down a small sewage pipe, he failed to notice the slippery part that he was running on.

Ghost flipped over, hitting himself with the plasma rifle and cracking his skull on the hard steel. "Oh shit, oh shit, shit, shit," Raven whispered, frantically searching her pockets for medical supplies that weren't there.

Bane checked Ghost to make sure he was okay, then flicked out his switchblade and carried on down the tunnel.

Raven pulled out Ghost's radio and called for help, not noticing the enormous shape outside. Not until it roared. She picked Ghost up and ran farther down the tunnel.

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Bane was close enough to kill when he heard the roar. "Shit on a shingle, what was that?" he whispered. The two men noticed him and ran. He spun and slipped on the water, cracking his head.

The knife fell into his blood as Bane's unconscious body fell into the river.

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A/N: OOOH!!! dances with Eric's chicken from Invader ZIM What is the monster? You won't know…. Unless I bother to write a sequel, of course. When I originally wrote Unplugged, there wasn't a monster. But there is now. Deal with it.