Ok, heres part 4, probably didn't come out as good as I hoped, but I think I got my point acroos through this. Gah, my one dog is dying now, slowly but surly. So, I'm a bit depressed over that. Well, I only got 2 reviews, maybe I'll get more! Enjoy!

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Rebound Nightmares

Bloody Feathers

Part. 4


It's only a matter of time.

There's not going to be a time.

There's always a time for everything.

But there's never going to be a time for you.

Did I not mention, you time is soon to be up?

Your not getting out, and I'll never run out of time, especially not because of you.

No, my sweet Raven, I'm getting out, even if you're not the one who will release me.

What are you talking about?

Ah, you will find out soon, real soon.


She looked at where the figure stood, his shadow towering above hers. The moons rays were behind him, setting a bluish hue across his back. Her pulse quickened, as blood began to flow faster through her veins. She slowly blinked her eyes, just to assure that this was indeed happening to her, but as soon as she reopened them, the figure was gone. The silhouette had vanished, that was, in a blink of an eye. She slowly breathed in, taking in a large amount of oxygen to occupy her lungs. Perhaps reality couldn't be trusted, just as the fact that she needed to rest. It was probably an illusion anyway, just as her mind could project un-real images for that matter. She leisurely walked over to where the image had stood, making sure that he hadn't left anything behind. She could tell the figure was indeed masculine, as his height was far above a woman's, just as the sculpture of his face was narrow and his cheekbones were set lower. Seeing nothing, she turned around towards her bed, now ready to sleep at last. She slowly let her cape drop to the ground, as she let out a silent yawn and stretched her arms upwards. How tired she was now, it was actually nearing 1:00 AM. Why, she should be in bed by now! Just as she was about to raise her foot into her bed, she felt a light pull opposing it. She looked down, half expecting to see one of Beast Boy's stupid pranks. He should be in bed by now, and yet he rather bother her this late. She raised her hand in an attempt to slap him away, but froze; her hand was stiffly held in mid-action. Because what she saw, was not Beast Boy.

A pale hand held her ankle in its grasp, deep red blood flowing from its fingers, gradually dripping through the floor. The hand was simply coming out of the ground, no body to be seen. Raven couldn't move, for if she did, the hand may pull her down even harder. Just as soon as she was about to pull her communicator out of her belt, a shrill scream pierced through the atmosphere, sending Raven to jump to the side in panic. The hand allowed her ankle out of its grasp, just as even more blood began to flow from its fingertips. The atmosphere of her room suddenly changed, to that of calm, but now it held a sense of fear. Sounds of tearing flesh and even more faded creams began to flow through her ears, just as the stench of blood reached her nostrils. She began to breathe deeper, hoping that this was indeed one of Beast Boy's stupid jokes. Before she was about to inhale once more, the silhouette appeared again, but this time, he was not alone.

His cold expression glared at her, like daggers being struck through her mind. His presence even shot a shiver up her spine, as she let out a fearful gasp. His was dressed in a black trench coat, nearly reaching the floor. His face was narrow and many scars creased though various parts. His hair was short, yet was a deep black, nearly covering one of his eyes. She then averted her gaze as to what he held in his hand. There clenched in his fists were two long bones, covered in blood, yet few tissues and muscles hung loosely about, barely even hanging on. But what was attached to those bones made Raven even more stunned. There, sitting in a puddle of blood and bloodied feathers, was a girl. Her long brown locks of hair fell onto her face, but even then, you could tell that her face was twisted with pain. Just as Raven was about to speak, the girl looked up to her, gaze meeting each other's. A stream of blood ran out of her nose and mouth, as her entire body held many open scars. But as the girls lips parted to speak, Raven could see the pain shoot through her body. She only muttered the word "Help." In a shaky voice, that sounded desperate and fearful at the same time. She then tore her gaze away from the girl, as her head fell limply to her chest. This girl was in trouble.

"I have been summoned, under the name of my master. You are to give me his possessions." The man spoke sharply and abruptly, in a demanding tone. He pulled a dagger from out of his coat pocket, as he held it up to the girl's neck. "Give me his book, or she dies." He then spoke venomously. Then it dawned on her; this is what Malchior was talking about! This is whom he had sent to free him. If she gave this man Rorek's book, he would then free Malchior, causing the world to fall into complete chaos. She would not allow that to happen, she would not give him Rorek's book.

"Who are you?" She snapped viciously at the man, who now held a mused expression on his face. His eyes glinted with malevolence, as his lips curled into an even tighter smile.

"Hasn't he told you? I am Ateron. Malchior is my master." He said as a wicked expression encased his entire face now, making him look like a vicious criminal. "Now give me the book, or death is ensured for her." He snapped abruptly, as he began to tear more flesh form the girl's body with his knife. The girl let out a faint mumble, as she began to squirm around. This was horrible! Ateron actually thought he could get the book like this? Didn't he know what she could do?

Raven glared at Ateron her stare cold and icy. She wouldn't let him hurt that girl anymore, as she was in terrible pain as it was. "No." She hissed at him, as her hands were now engulfed in a black aura. "Let go of her, or you will die." She yelled at him as she readied a spell for an attack.

"Fine. You do realize who this is, right?" He asked as he gestured towards the girl. "She's basically the rarest type of human, per say, she's nearly an angel." He informed her. That was when Raven realized what he was holding, those were wings! Ateron was going to slaughter this angel, right in front of her eyes, and it was all Malchior's fault. No, Raven would not allow this. As she was summoning up her magic, she looked to the man as he had one hand on the girl's neck, the other on her featherless wings. Before Raven could strike the man with her powers, he had ripped the girls wings clear out of her back. Raven watched in horror as the angel's eyes rolled backwards, and as she fell forward, landing on her face. Blood rippled out of her body, creating a red puddle to surround her. This man will die.

"Azarath Metrion Zinthos!" Raven yelled in complete rage as a bolt of black lightning struck Ateron's body, sending him to stumble backwards as he fell onto his back. He cringed a bit at the pain, but soon he started to smile, a cruel sort of smile. "I'll be back." He stated flatly before a cloud of smoke enveloped his form. As soon as it cleared, he was gone again. Only this time, the girl remained.

Raven rushed over to the girl, and bent down by her side. She sat in a puddle of blood that had come out of the many scars that were over her form, but the biggest ones were where her wings had been torn off. She felt her wrist for a pulse, but found only a small beat. She was still alive, yet barely. Raven caressed the Angel's cheek, and felt a soothing feeling wash over her. This was definitely an angel, for only they could create such feelings. Somehow, this one in particular seemed familiar in someway, as if she knew her before. Delicately, Raven scooped up the girl's body in her arms, as so not to hurt her. Before Raven could heal her, she'd have to take her to the infirmary for a scan so that she could know what spells to use on her. Another steam of blood fell out of her mouth as she tried to speak, but ended up choking. Raven had to hurry now, for she didn't know how much longer that this angel would live.


Ok, I'll tell you the girls name in part 4. I created her a long time ago(about a year), but never gave her a name. So, I'll have to put that in mind...Well, Review please!