Chapter 13: Content

I opened my eyes. The room was lit only by the sunlight filtering through the window. I sat up, not recognizing where I was. I suddenly remembered what had happened last night. I had killed someone.

The door opened. An old lady walked slowly to the bed and sat next to my feet.

"Are you feeling alright?"

"Sure, I guess so... but could I ask where I am?"

"Yes, sweetie. Don't you remember? I brought you here. You're at the hospital."

This place didn't seem like a hospital to me; it had velvet drapes, and plush chairs. Everything was either wine red or an off-white cream color. I was even laying on a down matress! How could this be a hospital?

An IV was taped to my arm, and a bandage wrapped around my stomach. There was a small spot of blood on it.

"Am I gonna be okay?"

The lady smiled and said, "Of course."

She patted my shin and with difficulty, stood.

"Push the call button if you need me."

She left. A tv remote sat on the bad next to my right hand. I was surprised I hadn't noticed it before. I turned on the tv. The news was on, and I was on it. It was footage from a traffic camera. The man I had killed rose into the air, and off camera. The traffic camera zoomed on to my face. I was grinning. I had wanted to kill this man......... and I had succeeded.

I tore the IV out of my arm. A lamp shattered. I froze, hoping nobody heard. I heard nothing. I looked at myself in a mirror. I was wearing a baggy white shirt over my bandage, and the same jeans that I had been wearing when I had ran away. There were sensors attached to my chest that ran up to a machine that was probably kept track of my hearteat. I turned off the machine, then took the sensors off, not wanting to trip an alarm. I stood up and peeled the bandage. I had eight stitches. Each thread made my stomach look like I had hair sprouting from my side. The floor was warm under my feet. I took a few steps to the door and opened the door. I peeked out into the hall. It was almost pitch-black. I sprinted down the hall, hardly able to see where I was going.

Finally, I saw a huge loft window. I punched through it and the glass gouged my hand. I ignored the pain and kept punching, trying to make a big enough hole for me to fit through. After a while, the window was free of glass. I jumped out, and found myself in the suburbs. There were kids playing basketball and coloring with chalk in their driveways. A few kids stopped their bikes to look up and gawk at me, but I was too busy trying to find where I was to look back down at them.

I finally got tired of flying. I landed in a quiet neighborhood street. I looked down and saw that my shirt was in ribbons from the window. The blood from my knuckles had gotten on the shirt too. I definitly needed a new one. I walked down the street. This was a subdivision full of families, so nobody was outside at sunset. I walked to a porch and rang the doorbell. A middle-aged woman anwered the door. She was in a nightgown and looked as if she had just woken up.

"Hello? Who are you? Why are you here?"

She looked like she thought I was going to kill her on the spot.

"I'm......Alex. And I was just wondering if you had an extra shirt, if it wasn't too much trouble. Mine kinda got ripped."

She ran over to the couch where a laundry basket sat. She threw a jade green spaghetti strap shirt at me and slammed the door. I tied my old shirt my waist and slipped the new one on, surprised that it fit. Inside, unknown to me, the lady was calling 911. I flew off.

"That girl with the wings was just at my house..... yeah. 681 Braemere Way. Thank you."

(Robin's POV)

"Where did you say she had gotten to again, Raven?" I said.

"Mictopia." She announced with a pained monotone.

"Dude!" Beast Boy said, eyes wide.

"That is, I believe, far away?" Starfire said, quizically.

"Okay Titans. To the T-plane!"

We rushed inside the T-plane. We all belted up, ready for a long trip. Starfire looked happier than anything. I smiled at her. She grinned back. I flipped the ignition switch, and we were off.

MEANWHILE

(Alexiel's POV)

I saw tall buildings on the horizon. I aimed for the tallest one, and after about ten minutes, I settled on it's roof. I used my old shirt as a blanket and settled down for the night. I looked at the sun. It was almost done setting, and for the first time in a long time, I felt content.