Dark Desire
At Titan Tower the Titans were working their buts off training. Robin was working on his fighting skills; making sure his skills were at their maximum. Starfire was hitting every target that came in her sight. Beast Boy doing his usual runs in all animal forms. Then there was Cyborg who was testing his strength. Finally there was Terra working on her control and how quick she could get the rocks to her movements.
All the Titans knew they had to train hard, for they were going to have to face Raven again. She was the strongest person they had ever met in a long while, and being with Slade probably made her even stronger. Each day after the fight with Raven, they had trained hard then they ever trained in their lives.
Robin stopped, because he was out of breath and looked to the window. He saw the sky was getting darker than ever. The storm with in them was getting stronger and stronger. He looked to the other Titans who were still training, and knew in this fight against Raven strength would not win them the fight. It would have to be intelligence. They would need to devise a plan that would give them the advantage in every way. He closed his eyes, and then returned to his training.
Back at Slade's hideout, down a long hallway, in a dark room, was a girl sitting on the bed thinking. She looked up and knew she did something bad. Something so bad, which was the reason, she ran away from home.
" Why am I doing this?" she asked herself, "Why am I doing all? Why do I have to kill people, when I don't really want to? I don't like this at all." She looked at the mirror that was hanging on the wall, and knew she needed some time alone to meditate. Walking to her bed, she picked up her meditation mirror, and looked into it.
Suddenly she was pulled into her mind. She stood there, listening for anything strange. Then she walked into a place were things were warm and happy. Deciding this was the best place to call all her emotions, Raven sat down and waited for them to come. In a matter of seconds they were there. All of them looked at here.
" I don't know what to do? I need help. I don't want to hurt people, but I love this control. It makes me fell alive and that I can live it unafraid. Guide me, please?" asked a confused Raven.
Raven's personalities looked at her, then at each other. Knowledge then steps forward. Knowledge stares at Raven then gives her the answer she desires, "Raven the question isn't can you give it up. It is will you give it up. Do you want to have control, but you know, with that control comes giving others pain. Will you be able to live with that or will you not? Remember it is your choice to decide if you're going to kill or not."
Knowledge stepped back and Happiness came forward. "Tell me Raven, are you happy having control?"
" Yes, I've never felt this good before." Raven answered with a smile.
" Then are you happy with the price it has?" Happiness asked hoping Raven would know the right answer for this question.
A second was taken for Raven to really know for sure and when she did she didn't like it. "No, I am not happy with the price. The only thing is that I don't know what to do? Who will I go to after this? Remember were still running from Him."
Happiness stepped back and Toughness came forward. "You can go to the Teen Titans. You can work for that control, since you know what it already tastes like. You know what right in here." Fight said while putting her hand to her heart. "You just need to believe in it."
Raven looked at them and then sat in her mediation pose. She started her meditation phrase, "Azerath Metrion Zinthos." This took about a half an hour. When she opened her eyes she knew what she had to do.
Lifting her head suddenly, she heard Slade calling her. Getting out of her mirror, she walked to his office. "You called Slade," she said in a monotone voice.
" Yes I did. Raven it is time for Jump City to fear both you and me. It is time to show the Titans whose boss. In other words, it's time to destroy the city!" Slade said while bringing a fist down on to the desk, that was in front of him.
