Well, another story. Hope you like it.

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Fall- Chapter 1

Raven's POV

"So passes away the glory of the world."

The piercing sound of screams through the midnight sky echoed in our ears all the way home. Although we, the Teen Titans, had won our battle, it still seemed to be such a great burden. I seemed to be the only one who could cope with myself, and my emotions.

Ever since Terra had betrayed us, the people of Jump City had started to doubt us. One doubt led to another, until many people didn't trust us at all any more. Police interfered with our missions, and a few people had even gotten killed getting in the way. The deaths had led more and more people to fear and hate us. They call us murderers and freaks. They are now afraid. Always afraid of what might happen to them, just walking out on the street, like any other day.

The strength of fear in these people keeps me from sleeping sometimes. Living in a constant fear is hard on the city folk; they have always had someone to protect them.

Poor Starfire. This has been the hardest on her, I think. People who used to love her now feared and hated her. Starfire lived on happiness, and now there was only darkness. I, myself, prefer the darkness, but Starfire wilted in it. She has been unusually quiet and thoughtful. Such a happy soul, forced to hide in the cruel reality of the world. A new Starfire has come. This Starfire is quiet, understanding, fierce, and unbelievably ruthless. Her eyes are always angry or sad, never joyous. I believe the true Starfire is still somewhere inside, but she will not come back under the circumstances, maybe never again.

Beast Boy, too, has changed. He no longer laughs and makes jokes, but sits and thinks. It makes me sad whenever I see him crying quietly when he thinks no one can see. Beast Boy is more depressed than me. Aqualad used to stop by to try and cheer him up, without success. Eventually Aqualad had to move away, for the ocean was too polluted for him to live safely there anymore. Last I heard he was somewhere down south.

Robin is the most depressed of us all. He sits in his room, or the evidence room, staring emptily into the newspaper clippings about Slade, and what we used to be. He thinks that there is nothing we can do to stop the criminals running loose. Because of his lack of motivation to fight, it is obvious it will not be too long before villains take over the entire city. I do not know how he lost the incentive to fight; it was something he also used to push us forward, but it is as if he stopped caring.

Cyborg is taking the new silence badly. He tries to provoke Beast Boy into playing video games, or watching stupid movies. Nothing seems to work. With each try, he gets less and less determined. He seems so lonely because Robin spends his time brooding over things that should have been done, Beast Boy doesn't see the point of life anymore, and Starfire is not Starfire without her constant joy. Perhaps that is why I have finally succumbed to playing video games with him. I know I do not laugh or yell as much as Beast Boy does, and do not have half of Cyborg's skill, but he appreciates the effort. He even lets me win sometimes. Otherwise, Cyborg has changed very little.

Various criminals often sends us messages to boast about their assumed victory. Robin has them all in his room, and rereads the letters, and watches the videos over and over again. It is all absolutely pointless. They don't even try to change the people's minds, except Cyborg, whose attempts are weak. I say nothing, because if I do, they all just give me sad looks.

In battle they are all pathetic. Starfire has lost her righteous fury, and can't even fly sometimes, for she has lost her joy. Her once powerful star bolts have become little more than sparks. Robin doesn't get up after he is knocked down once. Beast Boy makes idiotic choices and feeble attempts to attack. It amazes me that we even win occasionally.

They get me so frustrated, and angry, I'm surprised that I haven't lost control yet. But I must keep my emotions under control. Anger is pointless and will do nothing to change their minds. Perhaps it might even convince them that we are monsters. Maybe they are already convinced of it. I have caught Robin trying to slit his wrists more than once. Cyborg and I have to make sure we can always see him. We even put a camera in Robin's room, to prevent self-injury. Yet he doesn't seem to mind. Pathetic? Past that.

Five people died tonight. One of them was a child, one was a mother. Dr. Chang's robots killed the first three, but the mother and her child are our fault. A certain green tiger missed his target and his outstretched paws sunk into the child's throat, almost instantly killing her. I wonder what her last thought was. Her last emotion. Fear, probably. Everything is fear now. The mother screamed and screamed and screamed. I cannot get the image out of my head of a sobbing mother holding her dead child's limp and bloody body. Tonight I will have nightmares about it, if I can ever get to sleep. The mother's pain was ended quickly however. A certain alien girl's star sparks started a fire, which didn't affect the robot, but killed the mother quickly. The child and mother's ashes will be buried together tomorrow. It is tragic that the child never get to live his life fully, and the mother will never see her baby grow up. I am sure the others will have nightmares tonight.

I'm disgusted. I'm disgusted with the team, the city, and most of all myself. I know, yet do not mind the fact that Cyborg has most likely installed a hidden camera in my room as well as the rest of the Tower. I was wrong. Cyborg has changed. He has become a worrywart. I could not save the mother or child. I cannot save my team from destroying themselves. I hear the other Titans crying, yet I do nothing. I do not believe there is any hope.

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It is late at night, and I am the only one up. I am sure of this. The other Titans' nightmares and guilt, mixed with the city's fear is enough to keep me from sleeping. This is my third night without sleep. I wonder how long I can live without sleep and just meditation. I wonder if that's even possible. I wonder a lot now. It seems all I can do is think and brood and wonder.

I begin to meditate to ease my throbbing headache from their nightmares. "Azarath, metrion, zinthos…" repeating these words over and over help soothe the pain. My mind begins to wander into different thoughts. I remember scenes of the past, old memories.

Memories are so precious. More precious than anyone can ever comprehend. Our memories are what push us forward, destroy us, hold us back, or save our lives. Some people chose to ignore their memories, and others cannot remember memories. I pity those people because they do not remember. The others think that I am one of those people who lock their memories away, just because I have never chose to tell them what those memories are.

The Teen Titans never realized that they gave me the best memories in my life. I know when I am old, and dying that I will look back on these years and smile, and maybe, just maybe, I will die happy.

Do they realize? Do they know that they have given the best time of my life? A time that will make me happy the rest of my life? Maybe, maybe not. Maybe one day I'll tell them. Maybe one day I'll tell them everything they never knew about me, and maybe they'll understand. Life is full of so many maybes. Maybe this, maybe that, maybe not.

No, I do not think they realize. But one day they will. One day I will tell them, and they will understand. Maybe one day there will be hope again.

Maybe. One day.


"So passes away the glory of the world." I really don't know who said this. It was written on the board in homeroom one day. So if you know, please tell me.

R&R please.