Descent Into Madness

There was a knock on the door. "Yo, Pretender! You wanna shoot some hoops?" asked Beast Boy through Chris's door. No response. "Are you in there?" He turned the knob slowly and peered inside. I wonder where he is, he thought as he walked inside Chris's room. He looked around a bit and noticed that the CD player was on pause. Beast Boy reached down and pressed play.

Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry
You don't know how lovely you are
I had to find you, tell you I need you
Tell you I set you apart
Tell me your secrets, and ask me your questions
Oh let's go back to the start
Running in circles, coming up tails
Heads on a science apart

Nobody said it was easy
Oh it's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said that it would be this hard
Oh take me back to the start

I was just guessing at numbers and figures
Pulling the puzzles apart
Questions of science, science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart
Tell me you love me, come back and haunt me
Oh and I rush to the start
Running in circles, chasing our tails
Coming back as we are

Nobody said it was easy
Oh it's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be so hard
I'm going back to the start

As Beast Boy listened to the music, he noticed a pile of papers on his bed. He picked them up and sat at the edge of Chris's bed. It was a beautiful drawing of Raven. Awww, he thought as he looked at it. He looked at the next one. It was another picture of Raven. He flipped through the pages as he noticed slight changes in the drawings. The chakra was vanishing and a colorful stripe appeared in the hair. His eyes widened in horror as he realized what he was looking at. These drawings were seamlessly becoming… Kristen. The Temptress.

"Find what you were looking for?" asked a voice. Beast Boy jumped causing the papers to go flying. He turned around and saw Chris in the doorway, backlit from the hall light. He tried to put on a smile but the seriousness on Chris's face was a bit daunting. "You were in my room without my permission," said Chris, still glaring at Beast Boy. "Oh, what I'm going to do to you." A maddening grin appeared on Chris's face. "I'm so angry," he said calmly. "Dude, chill out. I didn't know being in your room would illicit such a reaction," said Beast Boy, shaking a bit.

"First, I'm going to tear your lips out," Chris said in an eerily calm voice. "Yeah, that's what I'm going to do." Beast Boy let out an audible gulp. "Next, I'm going to gouge your eyes out. Yeah, that's what I'm going to do." Beast Boy was terrified now. "Pretender… Chris… I don't like this. You're scaring me," Beast Boy shakily said. "Good, you're scared, huh? Next, I'm going to pull your arms out of their sockets." Beast Boy instinctively grabbed his arms. "And you want to know what else?" Beast Boy shook his head, tears forming in his eyes. "Please stop!" he cried. "I'm going to hit you, and you're going to fall. And I'm going to look down and I'm going to laugh."

He walked closer to Beast Boy, cornering him into a wall. Beast Boy immediately turned into a bird and flew out of his reach. As Chris tried to grab him, a voice shouted, "Azarath Metrion Zinthos!" Chris felt his body lift up and was thrown onto the bed. Beast Boy looked and saw Raven walking into the room, her eyes in a white glow. Chris remained pressed on the bed, thrashing violently for a few minutes. All of a sudden he stopped. He saw the scared expressions on his two comrades' faces. He realized what happened and began to cry.

"Oh God. What is wrong with me?" he cried as he covered his face with his palms. He sat up and Raven sat down next to him. He grabbed her in a hug and cried into her shoulder. She patted his head and tried to comfort him. Beast Boy stood there, still shaking a bit. "Beast Boy, I am so sorry," he cried, muffled from Raven's shoulder. "It's okay, man. I can't even pretend to imagine what you're going through." Raven brought Chris's head up. "What happened today?" she asked. Chris wiped away the tears from his eyes and said simply, "It ends Friday."

All day Thursday, the Titans kept a close watch on Chris, especially Raven. Her nightmares about him were getting exponentially worse. He managed to go through the day without any repeats of the previous day.

Friday arrived. And the threat of three days left before death or insanity loomed over Chris's head as he prepared to go to Kristen's house. He got all of his things together. He grabbed his keys and his wallet. He checked inside: license and condoms (just in case the worst was to happen.) He took a deep breath and walked out of his room. He stopped suddenly and turned around. He put out both of his hands and summoned a few items he forgot. In his right hand flew the T-communicator. In his left hand, a switchblade. He pocketed these in his jacket and headed out to Kristen's house. He received a few worried looks from his fellow Titans as he left.

He drove to Kristen's house feeling nothing but a mixture of panic and excitement. He tried to push away the excited part, but he wasn't doing a very good job. Think unsexy thoughts. Think unsexy thoughts. He arrived after what seemed like hours at Kristen's house. He stood for a few minutes in front of the door with his finger inches away from the doorbell. He finally rang it and saw the knob turn as the door began to turn. Oh God, Chris screamed in his head as his eyes widened.

"You like my new look?" asked Kristen, brushing some of her hair aside. "I thought I would try going for a full dye job." Chris tried to breathe as he looked at Kristen's hair. Pale indigo. Raven's hair color. Chris continued to stare into space as Kristen led him into her house. "Have a seat Jack," she said motioning him to the dining room table. She made dinner, he asked himself. He sat down and looked at the place she had set for him. "You just sit there and I'll be right back," she said, running off.

He listened intently as he heard the bathroom door close and the fan turn on. He whipped out the T-comm. "Someone, pick up please!" Static for a moment. "What is it?" came Robin's reply. "She looks like Raven!" he said into the communicator. "What?" "She's dyed her hair to look like Raven's. And this may be paranoia but I don't trust anything she's serving up tonight." "You have every right to be suspicious. Use the indicator Cyborg gave you." Chris looked up suddenly as he heard the flush of a toilet. "Good idea. I gotta go!" he said, shutting the communicator off.

Kristen walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. Chris pulled what looked like a small slip of metal out of his wallet and dipped it into his drink. This would identify any harmful toxins or poisons in edible materials. The slip turned blue. Nothing fatal. He placed the slip underneath his leg as Kristen walked in carrying two plates of spaghetti. She placed his plate in front of him and sat down with hers at the other end of the table, facing him. He lifted a forkful and raised it. Pretending to sneeze, he dropped the fork and while reaching for it, he used the indicator on the small mound of food that fell off. Nothing. He heaved a sigh of relief as he cleaned the spill with his napkin.

He started eating the pasta. It was quite delicious. I didn't know she could cook, he thought. What he failed to notice was the look in Kristen's eyes.

"Wow Kristen that was a great dinner," Chris said, wiping his mouth with his napkin. "Well I'm glad you enjoyed it Jack," she replied. She cleared the plates and placed them in the sink to soak. Chris placed a hand to his head. He was beginning to feel a little off. As Kristen walked into the room, all he could focus on was her. Without even realizing what he was doing, he got up from the table and planted a passionate kiss on Kristen's lips. Oh no, he thought. She put an aphrodisiac in the food. Think unsexy thoughts. Think unsexy thoughts.

Kristen began to say something. All Chris could hear was his heartbeat accelerating and muffled sounds coming out of her mouth. Not knowing what he was doing, Chris nodded. "Excellent," replied Kristen with a mischievous grin. She grabbed his hand and led him to her room. The switchblade, he thought. He tried to summon it from his coat pocket, but the drug was interfering with his powers. When they reached her room, she pushed him onto the bed. He noticed four straps on her dresser. No. He saw a knife next to them. Even worse! If that's going to be used how I think it's going to be used, she'll discover my secret. Well, one of them.

Kristin grabbed his right arm and tied it to one of her bedposts. She took his left and did the same. She moved to his legs and gave them the same treatment. Kristen, I beg of you, please stop. It never reached his lips. All that came out was, "I want you so much." Why can't I control it?

"We have to get him!" shouted Raven. "I can't let this happen to him!" Robin grabbed her. "No Raven! He has to do this alone. No matter how unpleasant it may be for you or him!" Raven sat back down with the images of Chris and Kristen running through her head.

Kristen climbed on top of Chris, still strapped to the bedposts. She began to kiss him and travel down his chest, still clothed. She lifted up his shirt and left a trail of kisses up to his chest. Chris was beside himself and winced as she bit on his nipple. Hard. The emotions were taking over him and he was losing control of the situation as the aphrodisiac began to take its full effect. She put his shirt back down and moved down to his pants. She undid the fly of his jeans and eased them down slowly. It was almost torture. Chris was shouting no inside, but it wasn't showing outside. Kristen grinned as she noticed the bulge in his boxers. She leaned into Chris, giving him a kiss, rubbing up against him as she did so. He let out a small moan in her mouth. She went back down to his boxers and moved them down as slowly as she did with his pants.

A hungry look grew in her eyes as she saw his erect appendage. She leaned down and enclosed it in her mouth. This is wrong. You should have known something like this would happen. I know. Now there's no way out. As he continued to argue in his head, Chris let out a low moan. Where did she learn to do this, he asked himself. Kristen noticed his body tense up which caused her to go faster. Chris gasped for breath as he released into her mouth, a little dripping out of the corner of her mouth.

He tried to catch his breath as she began undoing the straps on his arms and legs. Run! Get out now! His head shouted but his legs still remained. Kristen reached on her dresser and grabbed the knife. Chris gained brief control. "Kristen, please don't do this to me!" he cried backing up against the headboard. "This isn't for you," she replied. Whew. "It's for me." WHAT? "I want you to cut me and taste my blood. I want you taste me. Then we will be united." What the hell is she talking about?

She placed the knife in his hands and lifted up her shirt. She reached over her back and undid her bra, releasing her breasts. They're much larger than I remember them. She pointed right above the nipple on her right breast and took a deep breath, closing her eyes. "The blood near my heart," she murmured. Chris looked at the knife in his hands. I could do it right now and end it right here. But…I…can't. He looked at her breast and where her finger had a moment ago indicated. He placed the knife up to her skin and she shuddered a little. He shuddered a little as well. He took a deep breath and pushed the tip of the knife into her breast. She made a small noise of pain as he moved the knife a quarter of an inch to the left. He removed the knife and a small trail of blood dripped down over her nipple.

He tossed the knife aside and looked at what he had done. He leaned in inches away from her cut breast. He winced. I can't believe I'm doing this. He slowly stuck out his tongue and began to lick her blood-covered nipple. Both of them shuddered, but for different reasons. Kristen let out a moan. Chris let out an "ugh." The taste of blood was never something he particularly enjoyed. Especially someone else's. He began to licking around the nipple, driving her wild. So sensitive. He cupped her left breast in his hand while he worked on the other with his mouth.

After a few minutes of this, she moved his head away from her chest and she moved his hand to her pants. He could feel a wet patch through the fabric. "Touch me," she moaned, putting his hand down her pants. Oh God I have no idea what I'm doing, Chris said to himself. He started rubbing the outside of her dripping region. I must be doing something right. She's moaning. He accidentally put one finger inside and found her most sensitive spot. Kristen let out a loud gasp and fell back on the bed, pulling him with her. Oh no, he thought as he fell over.

"Take me now Jack," she moaned. Get me the hell out of here, he screamed in his head. Not listening to his brain, Chris instinctively undid her pants and pulled them down. He stared for a moment at this girl. He had never seen any part of her unclothed until this day. He got on top of her, took a deep breath, and entered. She let out a sharp gasp and was quiet almost as suddenly. Chris moved slowly at first, but gradually started to move quicker. As he was grinding into Kristen, her arms were wrapped around his back, nails digging into his skin. The pain was only momentary as the pleasure swept over him again. The marks disappeared as well.

Her moans were becoming louder. She was beginning to climax. The sweat was dripping down Chris's forehead. Even thought this was his first time, he seemed to know exactly what he was doing. The sounds of pleasure escaping from Kristen's mouth were becoming louder, until they eased down, having experienced the first climax of the evening. A few minutes later, Chris began feeling his body tense up. She was starting to climax again. He pulled out just in time to spill out all over her belly. He laid back on the bed as she wiped his semen onto her hands and licked them clean.

Chris got dressed and so did Kristen. "Well, thank you for the wonderful evening," Chris said as he walked out to go to his car. "My pleasure, Jack," she replied. She kissed him one last time and he walked out the door. He got in his car and drove off. Out of the corner of her eye, Kristen saw Chris's jacket. She grabbed it, hoping to get his attention before he drove off. CLUNK! She looked down at the ground. A switchblade. And a T-comm. A vengeful look grew on her face as she put two and two together. She had an idea.

Chris drove down the highway, a smile on his face. She smile slowly vanished as it set in. He pulled off onto the shoulder of the road and replayed the night's happenings in his head. Oh Lord no! He banged his head on the steering wheel and cried for a good half hour. Raven I am so sorry…

To be continued…