Heathen's Captive

Azarath Metri... the girl was short by another blow to her back. The beautiful violet eyed girl tried to get herself up, coughing up blood as she did so. Her blue cloak and outfit was torn, her face bloodied from the soldiers' viscous onslaught. Release Your Anger... A strange voice went through the teen's mind. "No!" she mentally yelled, fighting back the urge to release all her rage on these cruel men. Because that was what they wanted. "I won't let you resurrect my father..." she gasped, clutching her stomach. Another kick. She fell to the ground in a bloody heap. How much longer could she take this? These demon worshipers were relentless. they continued to beat the emotionless girl almost senseless in an effort to get her to fly into a rage, releasing the fury of Trigon, her father. Her anger would awaken him. Their god.

She hid herself behind an ancient statue, although there was no need. The tall black haired girl who silently watched was invisible to human eyes. She watched and waited, tears streaming down her face as her friend was kicked and cuffed. She couldn't' t watch it much longer, anger rising in her as she watched the defenseless girl being slapped by these evil men. The dark beauty was her friend! How dare they! She felt like ripping the Raven's attackers from limb to limb. And indeed she could. But she knew she must wait for the right moment.

Spirit concentrated, delving into Raven's mind with her own, trying to comfort her and let her know she was here to rescue her. But she felt no response in the dark princess' mind, and watched in horror as Raven slumped motionless to the floor in agony.

"Spirit..." she almost smiled as she felt a presence in her mind. As soon as it manifested itself though, it began to fade as Raven let herself fall into oblivion. "she is here.. she'll save me." were her last coherent thoughts as she fell into darkness.

The guards had left. Spirit didn't know why, but she wasted no time, running to her wounded friend's side, touching her wounds gently. Tears formed in her eyes once again as she realized the extent of the injuries. " I won't lose you" she whispered in the unconscious beauty's ear. She held Raven close to her chest and closed her eyes, willing herself to take her friend's pain. The tears began to roll down her face again as she felt no response from the girl's body. "Come on raven.." she mentally asked "come back to me!" Spirit looked up sudden;y, hearing heavy footsteps down the hall. She laid Raven gently back on the floor, and then jumped into a darkened corner of the cell, turning invisible as she did so. The guards opened the cell door loudly, and roughly grabbed Raven, strapping her lifeless body onto a wooden stretcher. One of the guards grabbed her face. "yep, she's out cold. The pain she felt awhile ago is nothing compared to what's coming next!" he chuckled evilly, picking up one side of the stretcher. "yes little bird, you're going to the altar. You're gonna meet your father whether you like it or not" A huge guard, one of the four, chuckled, grabbing the girl's purple hair, now matted from blood. "Tis a pity to waste such a pretty thing though..." his gaze wandered up and down the girl's body, although covered in blood and cuts, still boasted of her the young woman's feminine beauty.

" how dare he.." It took everything Spirit had in her to keep herself from ripping the guards eyes from his head. "it would be so easy.." she thought, then quickly pushed the idea notion away, following the guards as they walked out the door with the stretcher to take Raven to the altar room. Not wanting to take a chance on being discovered, the young invader waited until the guards had shut the wooden door before running to it, not bothering to see if it was unlocked, easily morphing through the heavy door in her invisible state. Spirit quietly followed the sound of the guards voices down corridor after corridor. She heard them speaking to one another in hushed tones. "Ya think her friends, those "Titans" are gonna come after her?" One of them asked another. The tall one laughed. "If they could even find us way out here, the Boss gave em a message saying that if they so much as get within 10 miles of us we will..." the guard made a motion with his hand, drawing his finger across his throat in a signal of death. Spirit sneered. "They didn't know about me now did they?" She was new to the Titans and not known by many yet. After being rescued by the Teenage do-gooders, she had gladly accepted their offer: If she could prove herself worthy, they would let her be one of them. Now here was her Chance, to prove herself and save the only person who seemed to love and understand her.

The guards reached the end of the torch lit tunnel, and Spirit gazed in awe as it opened out into a huge, high-ceilinged chamber, decorated in the gothic style of architecture. "yeah, perfect place to use for a pagan temple" she thought to herself. Her attention was quickly caught again by the guards, who were lowering Raven onto an enormous white stone altar, chaining her hands and feet to its corners. Their job done, the guards marched down the steps from the altar's dais, standing at the foot of the stairs along with the rest of the red-robed followers that were gathered for the awakening. As the priest; the "boss," began his ascent up the stairs to perform the ceremony, little knowing that these were the last few minutes of his life, the blue eyed girl snuck up behind the giant altar, where her body would be hidden even when not invisible. The priest began uttering words in an ancient language, boot hands uplifted, ceremonial knifes grasped in each, to perform the terrible deed that would awaken their god. He chanted louder and louder, calling upon Trigon to awaken, to claim his prize. The dark sorceress' eyes began to glow red underneath her closed and bloody eyelids, her father's spirit responding to the calling. Spirit watched in horror as if it was in slow-motion. She mentally shook herself, reminding herself of what needed to be done. As the chained girl's body began to convulse, breaking the chains that held her, the priest began raising his voice again, almost screaming out the ancient spell. He never knew what hit him.