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Raven looked into the mirror. Today was her big day; she was going to meet Brian. He had killed Slade, with her help of course and he was good again. This was going to be the first time she would have seen him in person. Well she did see him when they defeated Slade, but he was in suit.
Raven adjusted an amethyst lock out of her eye, so it could frame her cheek. Just as soon as her fingers touched her skin, the reflection of herself started to disappear.
'What the…'Brian's face appeared, instead of Raven's.
"Brian…? How are you doing that?"
Brian appeared to look around the mirror, then looked back at her a goofy smile on his face.
"I like your dream mirror. Very cool. I'm pretty glad you have me here. It's nice to see you again." He spoke.
'Nice to have him here? Did he mean…in a dream? Is he saying he's glad I'm dreaming of him? Am I only dreaming?'
"You too, Brian." Raven stepped closer to the mirror.
"I just wanted you to know, That no matter what happens, no matter what will happen…I will ALWAYS love you. I know, I know, it's sappy. But that's all I have for now. Alright?" Brian gave her a simple smile.
"I love you too Brian." He was right, this did sound sappy. "But…Brian what are you talking-"
Raven made an attempt to touch his face with her hand, but she was met with the cold mirror. Yet the coldness only lasted a second, because the mirror immediately started to crack and soon shattered onto the floor.
"…Brian?"
There was silence. He was gone.
Raven stared right through the frame that used to hold the mirror. As she snapped out of her stillness, a sharp sensation started to tingle and soon throb on her arm between the wrist and elbow.
She looked down at her arm, and in the background saw a million separate pieces of the shattered mirror. As she focused on to the blood on her arm, she noticed something weird about the cut. Using her cloak, she wiped away the overflowing blood as if it didn't even hurt, and looked at the shape of the cut.
There lay a X. But the X wasn't a normal X, one slash was longer at the bottom than the other. It immediately started to heal, not because of her demonic abilities, but because it was his mark, and she knew it. Especially since the blood was gone, and the only thing left was an abnormal color red X.
It was Brian's logo, the symbol on his suit, half of his thief name. It was the Red X.
Raven gasped as she woke up in a puddle of her own sweat. This was the second time this week that this happened. 'What is going on around here?'
"Where is friend Raven? She has not come down to break the fasting." Starfire pointed out.
"I know…and it's not like her to be late for my awesome Tofu!" Beast Boy exclaimed.
Everyone just kind of gave him an annoyed glance.
"Who would want to come down…?" Cyborg mumbled, but Beast Boy's animal-like ears caught it, and he returned the annoyed look.
Their glaring was interrupted by the sound of steps coming down the stairs. It had to be Raven, because Robin left a note that he would be back in Gotham to check some 'stuff' out.
"Raven!" Star exclaimed, dripping with worry and excitement.
"I'm fine…where's Robin? I want to ask him something if he came back." Raven said, taking a seat on the couch near Beast Boy and Cyborg.
"Sorry Rae, he hasn't come back yet from his 'thing'." Cyborg said, resuming the game that he and BB were playing.
"Oh…'
The wind was blowing through his hair vigorously, as if wanting him to fly off his R-cycle. It was the day after Brian's death, but he still couldn't get Brian's suggestion out of his mind.
'No. I won't do it. I have my own problems to face. I'm only going to the warehouse because I'm only looking around for...stuff. Right?'
The boy wonder pulled into a halt and took off his helmet, then setting it gently on the seat of his cycle.
'Only looking around…' he assured himself.
He walked in through the same entrance he had entered a while ago. (Cough…a few chapters ago COUGH Choke…COUGH)
As Robin proceeded with the 'investigation' he stepped on a white, neatly folded note. Well, before he stepped on it that is.
He opened it and it read:
Hey. Me again. The owner of the place you're adventuring through.
So I guess this means that you have accepted my offers to be the new Red X…am I right? Then please proceed.
Just to let you know, I wrote this, and a few more you will find after the first one you got. Right after. As in…after Lucy ran out the room crying. Anyway, this letter is quite longer than the other one, only because I feel I need to explain a lot of things.
(A/N: Alright, this is his life story, but I don't feel like putting it as a few flashbacks, so its going to be in the same 'letter to Robin' format. To make it easier, I'll put paragraphs. I'm giving you a warning because it's quite long, if you don't like long, almost dialogue-less paragraphs…then you don't have to read it. It's not that important to the story, but there will be references to it and a cool twist regarding it. I do suggest you read it though, I would say it is sad. Poor Brian. Nice story to read if you feel like giving pity on someone I guess.)
I was born on August 18th 1988-
Robin gasped. Today was August 19th.
I grew up to be a normal kid, well if you even want to call it that.
At age 5, my father died, and my mother found ease in blaming me. I had sisters, and they sometimes helped me out…but not everytime. Especially after the time she banned them from seeing my face ever again. Our mother picked on me the most because I was the youngest kid…and the only boy, our father's only son. She started to believe that every man/boy were the same…so that's why she gave me a rough time. At age 7 she disowned me, and told me that if a man was atleast going to live on this world, they should live in a dumpster, for all woman to scorn and treat as dirt.
So, that's what I did. I lived in an alleyway. I had seen enough TV shows from my window, looking into the next house only because I wasn't 'good enough' to watch it in my own home, to know what some hobos or alleyway people do to survive. I was an already skinny boy, for obvious reasons and before she disowned me, in the darkness of my room, because frankly I was too 'bad' for light to shed upon my face, I had taken up karate. I taught myself everything, and I was lucky to have my neighbor watch a lot of karate shows and tapes. I probably made up half the moves, but it was good enough for me. I actually started to get good, and when my mother would come up to the attic to give me a blow, I would time how fast it would take her to hit me, time how much it would take me to throw a blow, and increase my time everyday until I could atleast match hers.
Soon enough, my reflexes were like the speed of light and she became too slow to hit me. Naturally, I knew that if she didn't hit me the first time…she wouldn't give up until she did. So I used to be so close to her blow that it looked like she did hit me, and fake the pain afterwards. Anyway, I continued my teachings in the alleyway. I had already made a schedule and everything while I lived there, and everyday was the same. Wake up, do my best in cleaning myself, beg for food/water, scour the trashcans for clothes/food/practically anything of what people daily used…mostly rich people because it was a smart thing to do. I would then just walk around, take in my surrounds so I would know it like the back of my hand. After that, it became nighttime and I would work on my karate again. Nighttime was the best for me, because I had tried during the daytime but only cause wandering eyes and made me nervous. So the nighttime was set perfectly. Most of the nights I would be up half time working on karate, the other time sleeping on the floor with a blanket I found in a Dumpster.
I soon became 8, and I was still vowing myself not to steal, even though some people were ignorant to the fact that their money was practically hanging out of their pockets, and that their purses were wide open. I was young, innocent, yet naïve. Yes, I had gotten myself into trouble if that's what your wondering. I became an easy target for other hobos, random teenagers and stray dogs. Ofcourse for me, they were all playing the 'bad guys', and I was the laid back, ass kicking, all around good guy karate chump with a magnificent shield that was never penetrated through. Yet, back in reality, I wasn't the ass kicker, they were not only 'playing', and my 'unpenetratable shield' was in reality that stupid blanket. I was too young to know that some people don't have hearts. Some people won't give a damn who you are, or how young and defenseless. I always thought people who were mean did it because they were playing a game and they were stuck playing the bad guy. It was all a game to me at first. I don't remember if I actually thought it was like that, or because I didn't want to face reality. The reality that my mother didn't want me, my father left me to live amongst foul people, and that I had to fend for myself at age 8. So anyway yes, I always got my stuff stolen while I hide myself behind a blanket and shiver in fear.
Until one day, this lady came and gave me something to eat. She tried to hand me a bagel and a bottle of water, but to me, she was just another bad guy waiting to steal my belongings. She had said not to worry, and that she wouldn't hurt me. I had never heard any soothing words since I was 5, and that's what made me peak over the edge of the blanket I was hiding behind and take a good look at her. She was wearing fishnets, a lot of black, and piercing covered her ears. I was surprised when I looked into her eyes, and saw the most beautiful Grey eyes I had ever seen. In fact, if it weren't for her beautiful and innocent looking eyes, I would have never came out from my blanket.
I didn't speak to her, but she gave me the bagel and drink anyway. She took a seat next to me, and I was surprised. The floor was dirty, especially in an alleyway and I bet her pants would have gotten dirty, which might I add looked pretty expensive. I didn't give that too much attention though, because my taste buds went wild after the first bite if my bagel. I feasted, while she just sat there. She didn't show her teeth in a smile, but she looked content. She looked about…oh…17, 18 years old. Actually, I had already grown a crush on her. Of course, I was only 8…making us have a pretty ugly gap between the ages.
After I finished and stored away any remaining crumbs or water, I looked over at her. Neither one of us spoke, just looked. It wasn't a 'What next?' kind of silence, it was more of a silence that meant we were getting used to each other. I studied her, as she studied me. She had long flowing brown hair and bangs. I noticed she had pretty skin. It wasn't pale, yet it wasn't white. It looked like a faded tan. As I looked closer in her eyes, which I couldn't stop looking at, I noticed another color…but I couldn't see it because it was already getting dark. It could have been any color, but all I knew was that it was darker than Grey and that she had only a few flecks of it.
After what seemed like an hour, she stood up and brushed herself off. I didn't get up, I don't exactly remember why though. I saw her leave, and I wanted to scream 'WAIT!' or 'Will I see you again?' but I had stayed quite…as if something in my head was going against my wishes and staying quite. Before she rounded the corner, she gave me one last glance and smiled. Yet still, I couldn't see her teeth. Only because it was already dark though.
She had such an affect on me. It's almost as though her face had given me the courage to not think of myself as a pitiful excuse for a child. Yep, that's right. Before she came, I had so much time on my hands that I couldn't stop my thought. I had begun to wonder why exactly my mother did what she did. I know at first it was because I was a boy growing to become a man, and like I stated before, she didn't like them. But that couldn't be all though, because I was still young. She could have easily cut of my penis, dress me in pink, slap a wig on me and call me Becky, but she didn't. I started to realize that she actually started to hate me. Not a simple hate, with a passion. With a feisty never ending constant hate. I would never be able to explain everything she's done to me. Simply because the mere memory feels the same as the torture itself. I hate her. I hate her with that feisty passion. She may have burned the scars and memories into me, but she also earned my hate and consent towards her.
The mere thoughts made me cry. I despised myself even more for actually crying. All those times I remembered my father's voice saying I was such a grown man after I stopped crying, was now all in vain. I remember how I cried when I was younger, when he was alive. He held me, and told me to stop. I asked him why, and he said that we Ramones don't cry. We Ramones don't have anything to do with tears. We Ramones would not let ourselves steep to the level of the weak, but we would not stand and watch someone else cry. We Ramones will always help others in need. And that's what he was doing, helping me. He patted my head and wiped my remaining tears after he saw I had immediately stopped crying. And I can still remember his last words when I sat next to him in the hospital. 'Do not cry, son. You do remember what we Ramones don't do, don't you?' He asked with a smile. I nodded my head and wiped away my remaining tears as I clung to his hand for dear life. Of course, he was probably holding mine for the same reason. He gave my hand a reassuring squeeze and said, 'That's my boy. You're such a grown man.' And with that, he left me. I remember the white silk sheet being lowered onto his limp form, but I dare not remove my hand from his. Yes, I knew his wasn't giving the reassuring squeeze it did, but somehow I still felt heat from his hand, even though I heard the annoying beeping noise in the background turn into one solid, long, agonizing beep. The nurses and doctors had to pry my hand from under the white silk sheet, from where I had held onto my father's hand. I also remember the last time my mother saw me cry. It was when she disowned me and watched me walk away. Her words still rummage through my heart in hopes of fighting to kill me, but Raven made sure it didn't, even if she didn't know it yet. My mother screamed at me for not looking like I was listening to her, but I really was. I started to whimper, but I wouldn't have had fountains if she hadn't said 'Look at you now! Some son you are, your father would be displeased! You're crying like a little baby, what right did he have to call you a 'grown man'? In fact, what right did he have to be like he did with you at all! You are NO grown man, boy!'
I cried myself to sleep everynight. I always woke up with swollen eyes, and I'd be exhausted of lack of enough sleep. Until that one night happened, and everything was changed. I had been crying like usual, curled up in my blanket when a group of 5 teenagers rounded the corner. And boy was I scared. I hid my head under the blanket and stopped moving hoping they would think I was some trash under a discarded blanket. I did my best not to shiver and breathe; though it was getting hard. After crying my senses always act up as if I have an allergy and it was very hard to hold my breath since I couldn't silently breathe through my nose. I stupidly took one gasp for air right when they were staring at me. They kicked me once, and I groaned. They lifted the blanket from me and threw it to the side. They started to laugh at how pathetic I looked and started to threaten me. They soon kicked me, but I laid still in fetal position. Weirdly enough, I wasn't repeating a mantra of how I would wish someone would save me or atleast care enough to keep these people away in my head. I was thinking how stupid it was not to stand up and use all the karate I had been training, but I was still weak and unfortunately the naïve child of me thought hurting other people was wrong.
I almost peed in what was left of my pants when I saw the leader pull out a knife while the other four rummaged through my savings over the years. I shut my eyes tight waiting for the impact, but as cliché as it sounds, it never came. I was about to open my eyes when a warm hand rested itself over my eyes and I didn't move again. Though my nose wasn't perfect yet, the sudden rush of being scared started to free up my smell, and I smelled the hand. It smelt nice, and I couldn't imagine the 5 teenager boys to smell that nice, so I thought I must be in good hands. After the hand gently rested over my eyes, I heard a slapping like sound, though I knew no one got slapped because it would have been louder. I was able to see through a small crack in the hand's finger, and saw the hand that held the knife being securely wrapped around the wrist by another hand. I saw the hand start to tremble and drop the knife, but the hand around the wrist didn't let go. And then I heard a sweet, melodic voice.
'Want to try that again?' the voice was daring, as if saying he didn't even have a chance. I heard the whimper of the man who was holding the knife, as he protested for the person to let go of his hand.
'Hands like yours don't deserve to touch anything anymore. Why should I let go?' I saw the fingertips of the man's hand turn blue, and finally heard a loud crack along with the man's wail. Apparently, the person had cracked his wrist's bones. By then, I heard the rustling of feet, which I figured to be the wimpy posse.
I longed to see my savior's face, but her fingers were covering everything except the view of their hands.
There was a tension filled silence until she spoke up and let go of his broken hand.
'Leave immediately.' She said sternly.
There was a second of silence when the man didn't leave, until he screamed.
'YOUR EYES…THEIR RED NOW! AND YOUR…YOUR TEETH! YOU! YOU'RE A-"
'Silence! All I am is cursed. Now leave before your skull is in the same condition as your hand.' She said, making him run away whimpering.
She took her hand away from my eyes, and sat down next to me. Before I knew it, she picked up the discarded knife and threw it at the street. I watched as it went far away, I was impressed. I looked at her face, and the realization dawned on me. It was the same woman who gave me the bagel and water. My sudden fear from when the man spoke of her eyes and teeth disappeared. Unfortunately, not my curiosity. Before I knew it, she had picked me up and set me in her lap and she cradles my head. It was a sudden and daring move, to the both of us. But I had never had someone hold me like this in years. It felt nice how warm she was, so I leaned into her warmness. She held me lovingly, and the small crush I had on her faded away and turned into a love I would give a mother.
I saw an interesting piece of jewelry that wrapped once around her neck, and then loosely hung and reached her chest. I had never seen anything like it before, it looked expensive. I made a sound as to pondering whether or not I should touch it, but I did. I held it in my small hand, and started to examine it. It looked familiar; I had seen the same symbol before on a church. The priest I remember called in a cross. Yet it looked darker, or more tainted with evil than the one at the church. But yet, I like it…it looked pretty. Of course now I whack myself for thinking a necklace looked 'pretty'. I rotated it around in my hand a little, then started to play with the gems on it, wondering if they were real. I pecked at it, hoping I could do this much without breaking it. But before I knew it, her hand shot up and grasped mine. My hand was so small and fragile in her larger one, but she held it gently.
'Curiosity killed the cat. It will most likely also kill the boy who lives in the alley too.' I felt her smile. I smiled as well, and watched her set it back on her chest. Those were her last words I heard before I fell asleep in her safe arms.
Everyday, she would come and take me to go places. She should me around even to a place lovers would go (A/N: the setting of Chapter Once in a Blue Moon), and we got to know eachother. Everynight she would come and let me sleep in her arms. I was like this until I was 11. That's when I started to get suspicious of her. Not of me being safe with her, because she had already proved that, but of different things. I started to take notice to things, like the things that man had said in the alley. I did see her pointed molars and I saw her Grey eyes flash red when some muggers would threaten us. But for some reason, I wasn't scared. And when I questioned her, asking if she was all right, she would say she was fine and not to worry about it.
I loved her; she was the loving mother I never had. I had started to age, and was now 12. That's when she asked about my karate and I told her I had taken that up when I was younger, but now since she protected me I didn't need it anymore. She just shook her head and smiled. A week later, she look me to this deserted warehouse, and told me to try and remember what I did. I was surprised when I could still perform a lot of what I had made up as well as learned. She said she was impressed, but told me to copy her. I did, and slowly I learned new moves. I started to become strong, and she said I had started to grow muscles. I asked what they were, she just said it attracted the ladies, and I smiled. At age 13, I was well toned and had already kicked the asses of a lot of oncoming muggers and teenagers. As well as smart, book smart and street smart. She taught me everything. Though not everything she taught me was right. Though I knew it was wrong, she said it was necessary. She taught me how to steal, Robin. She did it first, the guy didn't even notice and I copied. At first, it was just fruits, but it started to turn into bigger things. Things I didn't need, but before I could protest, she said to stop. Boy was I relived. She said it was to teach me exactly what I shouldn't be looking for, even though I already knew. By then I was clean, literally. She would take me to a river and get cleaned. She cut my hair, and made it the way you last saw it...I just kept it the same length.
The next thing I knew, I was 14 and she left. She had said I was old enough to fend for myself for real. She had taught me so many things, so I wasn't that worried. One thing she didn't tell me though, was her name. When we said our good-byes, she kissed my cheek, and I kissed hers. When I asked her name, I was surprised. I haven't heard anything like it before…it was quite unique. It was Vancilence (Van-sill-in-ss). I was kind of sad I never called her by her name, I wanted to use it. Maybe even give her a nickname like Vae or Vancil. The last thing she left me with was a suit and mask, which I now wear (the red X suit) and a necklace. I noticed the necklace was made from the same stone as her necklace was. So I kept it near my heart…yes, even though it was a necklace.
After that, I was known as the best thief on t he street. I stole things so slyly…haha…you wouldn't even imagine. Since people saw the red-x on my costume…they started to call me 'The Red-X'. Yep, you guessed it. That's where I had gotten my name. I became a wanted criminal in my town, but of course they would never catch me. I also made my own gadgets, then improved them when I heard about this new chemical that increases the power of a technical device. So, I stole it and used it to make the suit more powerful as well as my gadgets. Soon, the Zinothium was the only thing my suit powered on…so I stole more of it. What I didn't know was how expensive it was, and it went down in my records.
I did steal for money; I would get a lot and little at different times. But it worked out. I would go to the library sometimes, because I loved to read. Of course I changed out of my costume. I think Raven was the first to see me as Red X besides Vancilence. Especially since I found a book that people said weren't true. I looked into it more, and found out people called it a 'Myth' or a 'Fiction'. But I knew better, I had seen living proof! Though, what the book said didn't match her description. They showed pictures of people with long molars, red eyes, even them turning into bats. I found out they were called 'Vampires'. I learned that they would turn to stone because of the better senses, and the brightness of the sun was too much for them. Their eyes turned red when they might have been angry, along with their molars becoming even longer than they already were. It said that they were rumored to drink only blood, but it was a rumor. They can drink blood, but nutrients in fruits and vegetables worked the same, yet full vampires needed atleast some blood from an animal at the most. I remember Vancilence had long molars, and grew when people would try to hurt us, as well as her eyes flashing red. She always had fruits in her backpack too. But the thing is, the picture in the book said that when they weren't angry, vampires had 3 dark flecks of red in their pale eyes. But Vancilence's was barely noticeable. And she was able to walk during the daytime. Intresting, isn't it? So that's when I started going to the library more often, to try to see EXACTLY what she was. I once stumbled upon something that said there were such things as Half-vampires. Everything fit into her description, the lightened three flecks in pale eyes, the walking through the day time and even how she wore a cross around her neck all the time, when it was rumored that vampires burned when touched by one. I also found out that the jewels on the cross she wore prevented her from having to drink any blood at all and that it only worked for half-vamps. When the jewels are in the hand of a human, they give them health and happiness along with luck. It was rare for a human to have one, and probably cost a fortune. But there was no way I was going to sell it.
After that, I looked up a lot of unusual things. Of course, so far the only thing I knew was real were vampires and halves. I went through books and book of after life, werewolves, vampires, spirits, heaven vs. hell, and even planets. I searched earth, that was pretty boring. I eventually got to Tamaran. They held my interest for a little because of their unusual kindness and interesting choices for pets and food. Then finally, I got to Azarath. Boy, did I love them. They looked so interesting, and their skin reminded me of the paleness of Vancilence. I read about their war between the Azarathians and their devil, Trigon. Apparently, it said that the only way for Azarath to become rid of Trigon, is if Trigon's only daughter comes and kills him. Seems like she is the only one powerful enough to do that. But the thing is, Trigon's daughter hasn't been seen in Azarath for years now; they've assumed her dead. Well actually the book says she's dead, but now I know a little Azarathian girl who proves them wrong.
One day, I looked up this foreign article about some people believing the demonic sorceress (Raven) is actually on earth. And when I found out where they thought she was after I translated the article, I was surprised. Hell, it was only a few cities over! So I had to meet this Azarathian, I just had to. So I packed up what I had and ventured to Jump City. By then I was 17. I actually liked it there, until I found her.
She was roaming around Jump City as if she didn't have a home, as if no one cared about her. I had already found out she was staying at Titans Tower, and I wondered why she wasn't there. So I followed her around, in hopes that she might go home to a comfortable home, but she didn't. She sat under a tree and fell asleep. She was stupid, it was freezing. So I went through her bag in hopes of finding a blanket, and you want to know what I did find? Your cape. So I wrapped it around her, moving the hair out of her face as well as setting three roses and note saying to meet me later in her lap.
Later when I came back to see where she was, she was gone. Later I found out she was in a row with some teenagers with guns who had just ran past her with a bunch of money. In one second, she missed one bullet aiming at her chest to block, so I, being the natural Samaritan, block it from proceeding to kill her. Of course I stay where I am, on the roof above so she doesn't find me instantly. It wasn't the perfect time, so I left her wondering.
Even later than that, I followed her again, wondering why the hell she isn't going home because it was late. I found her, battling this 'Johnny Rancid' fellow and losing. Until you guys came, but you didn't help either. And I saw that she actually saved all of your asses back there, and she defeated Rancid. But you guys were just plain rude and left her there, without and sort of recognition. So I couldn't take it, hiding and all, so I went out from the shadows to greet her. And it went all uphill from there. But personally, I like downhills…its easier to get down from. But oh well, maybe that's why I'm dying now.
-Brian.
How he had time to write all of this, Robin didn't know. But Robin felt a difference in emotion now. He felt anger, pity, revenge and determination.
'I HAVE to become Red-X. I must finish his legacy and romance Raven. And kill Slade.'
Robin was fed up with how many people Slade was hurting. If this was his own sick pleasure of hurting Robin more, he was done. Robin felt as though he WANTED to have Slade's blood dripping from his fingers. He would do anything to make sure Slade was really dead.
It was already 4 o'clock PM, and Raven desperately needed to see Robin. She had a feeling something was wrong, and needed to see if he was ok.
Raven walked through the halls of Titans Tower aimlessly, gone in spirit. But someone knocking the air out of her brought her back to Earth.
"Oh! I am sorry friend Raven! I did not see you walking. I am just worried where Robin is, he has not come home from his 'Thing' since yesterday." Starfire said apologetically.
"It's ok Star." Raven assured her.
"Raven? What is that on your arm?" Starfire said, grabbing for Raven's arm and rotating it so Raven's palm and underside of her arm faced up.
And right there, smack in the middle of her forearm was an abnormally red slashes. Only two crossing over eachother. One slash being longer at the bottom than the other. It was the same scar Raven had gotten in her dream of Red X.
"Raven…have you…hurt yourself?" Star asked. Raven can almost sense the pity and scared on her.
"…No."
Starfire was confused; it seemed so reasonable that she did it even though Star wished it wasn't reasonable. Yet Star knew that Raven was hurting now, especially with Robin gone.
But before Starfire could say anymore, Raven pulled Starfire into her room before Beast Boy walked in.
"Starfire, I need to tell you something."
Starfire knew what was coming. A confession from Raven saying that she did cut herself, and made it in the same shape as her past lover's symbol.
"What is it?"
"I…I had this weird dream."
Raven confessed how she still missed Red X, and how the dream seemed so relaxing until she broke the glass. And in the dream, she got a cut the same as the one on her arm now. Raven said how it indeed felt as if the cut were real…but she just couldn't believe it.
Starfire listened intently, self-figuring out things she was surprised Raven didn't get at.
"Raven…maybe Red X has marked you…to maybe tell you in your dreams never to forget him." Starfire seemed so out of character her. She was solemn with pity and even sad looking, while her voice stayed almost monotonous. "I am not sure why he would do such a thing, because he is only under control of Slade." The moment Starfire said it, she had wished she didn't.
"…What did you say?" Raven asked wide-eyed.
"I…I said Red X was under his control. But Raven, the only way he could have gone so evil is to become under his control! That is the only explanation, is it not?"
Raven was so surprised, how did Starfire get that so easily and not her? It was so logical; it had to be right.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I was not sure, only making suggestions and believing them. I didn't want t tell you what I thought, because you might have gotten even sadder." She said looking downward.
Raven looked at her for a second, and hugged her. It was the only way to show Star her thanks. When they parted, Starfire asked why she hugged her.
"Because if you wouldn't have told me, I would be even more saddened. And I was also thanking you for your worry." Raven said, flashing her a rare genuine smile.
Starfire's grin widened at that. "Oh, you ever so welcome friend Raven!" And with that, Starfire brought Raven into another hug, this one being bone-crushing.
I'm sorry if you didn't like Brian's Story. I wanted to put it in there for the sake of you getting to know what Brian had gone through. Go ahead and flame if you really hated it though.
The next chapter will becoming soon, no doubt because the next few chapter will be fluff between Raven and Red-X/Robin. Yay!
Last note, I'm sorry it was so late. And a reviewer told me how my updates were stretching, and she was right. I very sorry, right now my friend had started a few stories on Fiction press and wants me to edit all of them. I mean, their good stories but he practically reproduces them! They come so fast! So I still have practically 5 more stories of his to read and edit. Umm…he has short on reviewers, and I feel bad because his stories are actually pretty good! So maybe you can check them out and give him a nice review, lol. If you like adventure and action and even some romance…then you'd like his stories. A few contain Agents, some hitmen, cops, and now he's making me edit a really good one called 'How school works' and its about a few highschool students (co-ed hehe) and their hard way of life with gangster mobs roaming the city.
His stories are at : www . fictionpress . com / (Put squigly line here, the one on the left side of 1 on your keyboard) grannysgotagun
Just take out the spaces. One more suggestion if you do go and read a few, I suggest you read Daylight, USA. Well written and the next chapters are supposedly some are coming today. PS: in the agent books, the character JESS/JESSIE STITT is based on me (he says). Lol, so go ahead and read a few…just remember, if you give him a review DON'T say that I gave you the link, just say you stumbled across is or something.
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pSS: thx for reviews!
Psss: Dont you hate it when someone updates, and the sumary page says it has a new chapter, but when you try to read it, it wont show up on the scroll thing? Well i found a way you can still read it (though most of you probably already know this). Lets say someone already has 8 chapters, and it says they have uploaded a ninth one, but you are unable to see it. You go to the 8th chapter and look at the url, it should look something like this but without the spaces:
www . fanfiction . net / s / 2233523 / 8 /
You see how at the end is has an 8? Well thats the chapter. If you change the 8 to a 9 in the url (looking like this: )
www . fanfiction . net / s / 2233523 / 9 /
You can read the ninth chapter! This works for all stories, and i found it out by getting frustrated at how many stories had updates, but I wouldnt be able to read them. Just sharing this good info with ya becuase i love yall. :-D
