Broken Lines Of Silver

Author: ChristinaRoss

Disclaimer: I do no own the Teen Titans or any of their characters. Though I wish I did. But I do own a character in my story that I have finally named (it came to me during another sleepless night, and it seems to fit my purpose well)!

Author's Notes: Now the story is getting to the… well, not quite juicy part, but certainly a juicier part then the beginning when I was trying to establish the situation, setting, and characters. As said above, I finally found a perfect name for my girl! I won't tell you here, you'll have to read, but to clarify a little, and I should say a few things about it. Well, her name has a sort of French connection to it, but whether you speak/read French or not, does not matter. The connection is explained in the story, it is just that some people (non-French speakers) may not be able to understand when I try to explain the pronunciation, and others (French speakers) might just keep thinking her name is the actual French way of saying it. But either way, its okay, her name isn't all of a big deal; so don't worry if you struggle with it. I'm finally figuring out where my story may lead, I know a lot of events I want to happen and some more background information and whatnot, so I'm not totally blind on this project anymore. Flashbacks will be in bold. And Raven lovers, who are only reading this story for her because I said it would be a Raven story and you just love to read any Raven story, don't worry; I will shift the focus on her soon enough. Read, Review, Enjoy!

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Chapter 3:

Questions From Answers

The crowded conference room was abuzz with questions and conversations flying in every which direction. The only person not saying anything was the one that should have been talking.

Robin finally stood up and held out his hands, signaling everyone to quiet down. The variety of teens closed their mouths and laid their attention on their leader.

Once he was sure that all eyes were on him, Robin began, "Alright, everyone. Now we all have some questions we want to ask but let's now scare the poor girl away." He cleared his throat and continued, "As leader, I'll go first. I'm sure my questions will be very similar to all of yours." He pivoted to face the nameless girl, his eyes hidden behind his black and white mask. "Why did you come to the tower late last night?" he asked. He sat back down in his chair at the head of the table and awaited the visitor's answer.

The girl looked down at her folded hands on the table and spoke quietly. "I need your help." She scanned the faces of the heroes before her and caught sight of Robin opening to say something else. She cut him off before a sound escaped his throat; she knew that her answer wasn't satisfying enough. "I needed a place to hide," she peered back down at her hands and pressed on, "from someone. A man. An awful man, who's after me. If he finds me, he'll kill me. I'm sure of it." She sighed in relief at revealing this to someone because she had never dared to tell anyone before, for fear her tormentor would find out and kill her.

The room was silent; everyone was pondering what they were just informed of. Robin took control again, "Why is this man after you?"

She frowned at the thought that these Titans wanted complete details in order to help her. She didn't like giving complete details to her story. It was often too painful. She breathed in deeply, knowing this would be long and began, "I guess I'll have to start from the beginning. I met him when I was seven…"

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Sitting on an old, worn couch, a petit woman was carefully sewing up a pair of torn trousers belonging to her husband. She felt reassured knowing her seven-year old daughter was playing safely and quietly by herself in her room.

She kept her eyes cast downwards as she nagged her husband, who was in the kitchen attached to the room she was currently sitting in, "You have to be more careful. Honestly, how many times do I have to fix your pants in one week?"

The bulky man chuckled at her question and walked towards her, a drink in his hand. "Oh, I'm sorry sweetie. It comes with the job. Saving lives and all." He grinned at himself and joked, "Maybe I should get the city to replace all my tattered clothes. You know, as part of my pay."

The woman ignored the comment and continued her last stitches on the hole around the knee of the pants.

As the young couple enjoyed they're day off, their peace was interrupted by a sudden bang radiating from the main hallway. Both of the worried adults stared at each other, the husband putting on a stern, serious face to calm his wife, while the woman's face was plastered with fear.

"Stay here. I'll check it out." Just as the law enforcer stood to investigate, four muscular men, wearing masks to cover their identities, entered the room. Each one them was holding a loaded pistol and two of them pointed the deadly weapon at the husband. He subtly felt around his waist, searching for his issued weapon.

Damn. I'm not wearing it. Damn, damn, damn.

Two others pointed their guns towards the woman still sitting, unable to make her body move. "Don't even think of trying something!" one demanded. "Either of you."

The couple was forced to sit down upon the plaid couch and they hugged each other tightly. As all guns were aimed at their shaking figures, a new stranger entered the room from the forced entryway. He was clothed in a dark suit and he left his face to remain hidden in the shadows from the darkened hallway. A menacing, deep chuckle emitted from his throat as he eyed the terrified pair.

His voice was just as evil sounding as his laugh but it had a charismatic tone to it, "Well, well. Officer Craine. What a lovely home you have here. And such a beautiful wife too." He grinned widely, his white teeth piercing through the darkness.

"Who are you? What do you want?" the police officer questioned.

"I want you to suffer as much as you've made me suffer. You have been a thorn in my side for too long. I am trying to run a service here and you keep bringing down my customers and operations. That's not very nice, you know." The grin had been wiped from his face.

"You don't want to mess with me," the husband threatened. "You do anything to my family or me and the city will have your ass. You hear me? Your ass!"

"And I say, I'd like to see them try." He turned towards his minions, "Kill them." He faced back towards the doomed pair and watched with a devilish smile streaked across his face again.

The couple screamed out in terror as all four guns fired at once, leaving the victims to bleed within each other's arms.

The shadowy man ordered his men to disperse, "Leave. I want to take a look around alone."

The men complied and departed, leaving no trace of clues to their identities.

The shadowy man walked around the small apartment setting, eyeing every object as he passed them. He reached the first door on his left. It was covered with stickers of flowers and pink rabbits. He twisted the knob in his dark, gloved hand and entered the little girl's room.

So the officer has an adorable little daughter. Oh, I mean had one.

He was scanning the room, looking for the missing child, when he noticed the closet door slightly open. He stepped closer to it and could hear a faint humming coming from inside. He opened the door further and discovered a cute, little, brown-haired girl crying and humming to herself, cradling her knees.

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"And so he took me in, saying that some horrible people killed my parents and that he came to get me and protect me from them. Being only seven, I believed him. But as I grew older, I knew it was him. He made me do terrible things. Said I looked so innocent and sweet that anyone would trust me. So I was his errand girl, making deals, buying or selling high-tech computer parts with the dangerous men of the underworld. I was just a little kid." The brunette began to weep for her sake, silver eyes glistening from the pools of water forming in her eyes.

"Why did you not simply flee from this man earlier?" Starfire asked, holding her new friend in her arms to comfort her.

"I tried. I couldn't. He always found me. He would catch me trying to run away and he would beat me to a bloody pulp. There was no place I was safe from him."

"That's sick, man! That someone would do that to a little girl!" Beast Boy yelled, furious from the thought.

The sad girl lowered her head in shame.

"So how did you escape?" the Boy Wonder asked.

The brunette sniffed, trying to hold herself together from completely balling out her eyes, and answered the boy, "Well, he said that I was getting too old for his jobs for me and I didn't look as innocent as I used to. So I went out less, only stealing things for him, something I'm not proud of. He only kept me around for his amusement, if he didn't beat me, he would rape me. Finally, I had enough. I didn't bother to take anything with me; worried he would discover my disappearance sooner. And so one night I left, saying I was going clubbing and spotting out some potential volunteers for his work force. He let me go out once and a while if I behaved. That was yesterday. I ran and thought of the only place that I would, could," she stressed the word, "be safe and that was here." She glanced around the room at the Titans to gather in their reactions.

"I see," Robin said. "Well, you've come to the right place. We'll protect you and stop this mad man." He banged his fist into a cupped hand to emphasize that he meant business.

The girl finished crying and looked up at her saviors, "Thank you. Thank you all! I know I wouldn't be able to survive if you guys weren't here." She smiled weakly at them, trying to show her gratitude.

"No problem," Cyborg said, smiling back.

Robin needed more information to identify this villain so the could begin the process and searching and capturing. "So who is this man exactly?" he asked, standing.

"I don't know exactly. I've never heard his name. He only tells me to call him 'Sir'. And he always just stays in the shadows so I can't see his face. All I know is that he has great power over people and he is pure evil. His voice is also sinister but charismatic, so he could win anyone over to his control just by talking to them. I hate him!" She pounded the table with clenched fists and yelled louder, pounding repeatedly with each sentence, "I hate him! I hate him! I hate him!"

Robin tried to calm her down, "That's alright. We'll find him and end his reign of terror on you and others." He walked over to beside the girl who held her head within the palms of her hands. He placed a friendly hand on her shoulder and whispered, "It's okay. You've said enough."

Beast Boy fidgeted in his seat anxiously. He had a question that everyone seemed to forget about and he wanted to know the answer desperately. He yelled in the background, "Hello? Can anyone hear me? I have a question." No one acknowledged him. He turned into a small buzzing bee, zipping by everyone's ears annoyingly so it would make it impossible for anyone to ignore him. When everyone turned to face his empty seat, he changed back into his boyish form and landed on his chair.

"Okay, BB. What's your question?" Cyborg encouraged the green lad.

"Well, what I wanted to ask was," he eyed the petit girl who was timidly moving her eye sight away from his glare, "what is your name?"

The girl looked up at him, shocked. She quickly turned her head away again embarrassingly. She eventually answered, "I don't remember." She kept her head down, not wanting to see the accusing, questioning glares. She sighed and went on to explain, "I don't remember because I haven't used or heard my name in ten years. Not since my parents died." She looked down the long table to the dark sorceress who had been quite the entire meeting. She then examined her gloved hands and continued, "Sir, uh… the man, only ever called me 'his silver tigress' and I didn't dare use my name anywhere else because he told me not too. And if I sneak out to have fun, if I used my name anywhere, he would find out and catch me. So I eventually forgot my name since I never used it. Names can identify you too distinctly and exactly."

"And silver eyes can't?" the hooded telepath inquired sarcastically.

The silver-eyed girl giggled a little from Raven's point. "Yeah. I know what you mean. That's why I never make eye contact much with anyone. Call it a defense mechanism, but it's just more of a habit now, not because I'm all that shy." She laughed at the silly idea of it.

Beast Boy brought the group back on track, "So, if you don't have a name anymore, what do we call you?" He was getting frustrated from the whole story now.

"I don't know. Nothing like 'Silver' or 'Tigress'."

Starfire beamed with excitement. "Ooh! May we not take the pleasure in providing you with a suitable title in which we may refer to you as?"

"You want to name me? Sure, I guess. Go ahead. I can't think of anything myself."

"This will be so much fun!" Starfire glided around the room in joy, landing next to the unnamed girl and studying her over. "Let's see. How about… "

"Steel!" Cyborg interrupted. "Because her eyes are silver, metal is silver, and steel is a kind of metal!"

"No," Beast Boy replied for the girl. "Nothing that obvious. How about… Chantal!"

The girl shook her head and smiled a sorry.

Starfire continued her earlier thought, "You could be named Sweenob. It is a beautiful creature from my home world."

"Or Debbie!" Beast Boy waved his arms frantically in the air behind the group crowding around the girl, trying to grab their attention to the genius ideas he had.

The team continued to rattle off names left and right, but the girl kept her head lowered not reacting to any. None had captured her excitement but she didn't want to purely turn down the eager teens' suggestions.

Finally, as everyone stopped talking to try and think of something to please the girl, a monotone voice echoed from a darkened corner in the room. The sorceress had not said a word since the quest for a name had began and all eyes turned to her.

Raven stepped forward out of the shadow as she spoke, "How about Amie?"

"Amy?" Beast Boy asked turning into a dog and tilting his head in confused fascination.

"Yes. Pronounced like 'Amy' but spelt like 'Amie'," she corrected, stating the new word with a short 'A' sound instead of a long one. "It's French for 'friend'. Instead of a 'y', it's spelt with an 'i-e'."

"I get it," Cyborg said satisfied.

Now returned to his normal shape, Beast Boy questioned, "Since when do you know French?"

"Since I took the time to learn it. Not playing video games," Raven replied coldly.

Raven clearly being finished with her reasoning and contribution, all eyes refocused onto the girl, waiting for her judgment. She pondered for a while, reciting the name in her head and picturing other people calling her by it. After a couple of moments, the girl looked up to the Titans and a large grin spread across her face.

"I like it. It suits," she beamed. She stood up and her smile grew larger. "Thank you all for showing such care towards me. I haven't experienced such things in a long time. You care enough to help me, by protecting me and sheltering me, and you care enough by naming me." She giggled at the idea of a group of people naming her as if she was some kind of pet or something. "Thank you, so much. Truly. You don't know how much this means to me." She flicked a tear away which was beginning to form in her right eye and she breathed in deeply, showing she was finished her little speech.

Robin stepped closer to the newly named girl, Amie, and took her hand in his, shaking respectfully. "No problem. That's why were here, to help."

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In his caped, green-yellow-red-black attire, Robin sat at his desk, staring at the images flashing across his computer screen. After their meeting, Robin excused himself from the group to begin his search for Amie's tormentor from the little amount of clues she could give him.

He skimmed through the various databases, looking for any similar facts. But he had gotten nowhere so far. Nothing seemed to be jumping from the pages yet.

He sighed from frustration and exhaustion and pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to concentrate on the task at hand. If he couldn't come up with anything soon, he would have to change tactics. So far, it was decided that they would search for this man through criminal records on their computer and wait for him to make his move first. If Amie was telling the truth, which there would be no reason for her not to, than this mystery man would come looking for her soon enough. And when he finds her, he'll be in for a nasty surprise because the Titans will be ready for him.

As Robin leaned back in his chair, placing his arms behind his head and staring at the ceiling, his thoughts began to wander to Amie herself; the way she looked, her flowing brown hair which constantly fell over her face, her cute, petit frame that was wrapped up so tightly in her stunning outfit, her beautiful smile which she rarely flashed, her tiny nose that scrunched up whenever she was nervous, and those eyes. Those stunning silvery eyes that she barely let anyone see. He smiled to himself, as the picture of their visitor grew clearer.

After a few moments, the crime fighter shook his head vigorously and sat up straight again.

"Argh," he grunted in displeasure.

Why do I keep thinking about her? I can't seem to get her out of my head. Not since I saw her lying peacefully outside the tower's door. I can't think about her. I have to find this villain. She's a guest. She's a victim. She's someone who needs me… us to save her and I can't waste my time thinking about her in that way. It's not right.

He refocused all his attention to the screen in front of him, clicking the mouse cursor on several icons. But as he stopped selecting various things to examine a particular article, his mind traveled back to Amie.

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A muscular, masked man sat in a large chair, hidden in the shadows behind his large desk. He clasped his hands together, the fingers intertwining with one another, as he listened attentively to what the messenger before him had to say.

"Sir," he began, nodding towards the powerful being in front of him, "we've located the girl." He paused for a second, letting the news soak in his superior's mind. "She's at the Titan's Tower. She's under their protection now."

The dark man grinned, but it could not be seen from under his mask. "Good," he commented. He waved his hand in dismissal and the minion fled the room swiftly and silently. "Very good," the mysterious man said again to himself, pleased with how things were beginning to unravel.

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Amie stood in front of the closed door, contemplating her next move.

Should I knock? I don't want to disturb them. I could always see them around later, like at dinner or something. But I should say it while I still remember and it's not too late.

The Titans had split apart after the meeting, Robin saying he would begin doing some research to find her foe, and the others retreating to their own tasks. Beast Boy had stayed beside her, shooing the eager Starfire away before she could ask the bored teen to accompany her to 'the Mall of Shopping'. When everyone dispersed, he smiled at the girl who was starting to act less nervous or shy and invited her to play more video games with him. He wanted to regain his title as 'Champion Video Gamer' in the tower and she agreed to give him that chance. Unfortunately for him, she was an excellent video gamer. She had to do something when she was all alone in Sir's lair when she wasn't on one of his missions, or being beaten or raped. Because of her method of entertainment, the green changeling was unable to regain his self appointed title.

After several rounds of various racing games and fighting games, the girl began to get bored with such a lack of challenge. She excused herself as politely as she could from the screen and the couch and stepped into an empty hallway.

So now she stood as tall as she could, trying to muster the courage to knock upon the door in front of her. She didn't know how she found this door so well; she had walked around the hallways aimlessly, studying the names written in a contrasting white on the black doors. She had passed by four familiar names, which rested down adjacent halls, and once her eye caught sight of a particular name, she stopped coldly.

Just knock already. It would be worse if you didn't and then they opened the door to find you hear stuck frozen. They won't mind you knocking. It won't disturb them greatly. Just knock, damn it!

She knocked.

She could hear a muffled voice from inside the chamber, "Come in."

She waited for a few minutes, waiting for the door to open, but it didn't. She knew how to get out of a room but not in. Some doors had hinges and can easily be pushed or pulled open like the exit but the bedroom doors seemed to operate by some sensory program. She discovered this as the looked for a doorknob or handle and found none.

She knocked again quietly and asked, "Umm… how do you get it?"

She heard the sound of a body getting off a bed, and marching towards her, through the door. The door opened a few inches to reveal a pale face, framed by short purple hair. Amethyst eyes stared into silver eyes, not showing any kind of emotion. Amie shuddered in discomfort at the lifeless pools in front of her, which seemed like they were staring into her very soul. Raven knew that the girl felt uneasy about her gaze and removed her sight to look upon the girl's entirety.

"Yes?" she asked in a monotone voice, which matched her emotionless eyes.

"Oh. Umm… sorry to… umm… disturb you, Raven." The girl stumbled on her words. She was nervous to speak because she felt that Raven was angry at the intrusion. She couldn't tell what Raven was thinking, no one ever really could, and not being used to such a blank stare, such as the other Titans had seen everyday; she feared that this was a sight of her annoyance and anger. The other team members grew to learn not to consider Raven's silence to such reactions and emotions. She was just always that way because she needed to be, less she loses control over her powers. She pressed on before she forgot the point of her visit, "I just, uh…"

She was interrupted by the cool, calm voice, as Raven ordered, "Stop apologizing."

"What?" the girl asked, thrown off her guard by the surprising request.

Raven explained, "Every time we talk, which is twice now, you always begin by apologizing. Don't. You don't need to apologize. It's not as though you barged into my room unannounced. No, you politely knocked and so you are allowed to speak to me and I will listen. So stop apologizing for things that don't need it."

"Oh, okay. Alright then." She readjusted her mental process, trying hard not to say 'sorry' again, and returned to her initial reason for being there. "Well, I just wanted to personally thank you for naming me." She laughed slightly again at the curious idea of it. "I really liked the name you thought up. It suits… well; at least, I think so. And it's really kind of you to pick such a welcoming and well… I guess warm name for me. You know, how you said it means 'friend' in French… or… uh… something. It shows that you care." She rubbed the back of her neck nervously with her gloved, right hand. I'm babbling. Just sum it up. "So, my point, I guess was that I just wanted to thank you. That's all. So thanks… again, I guess."

"No problem," Raven replied, trying to form a decent smile to calm the girl. Her small smile seemed to sooth the young woman in front of her, as she sensed the tightened muscles relax and stretch out. "Anything else?" the dark telepath added.

"Umm…" Amie thought for a moment. She searched her brain for something, anything that she could say to prolong her conversation with the curious sorceress so she could stay longer with her. But there was nothing. She could tell that Raven wanted to be alone so she finally answered, "Nope. Guess not. Well, I'll catch ya later then. Byes."

With that, Raven shut her door once again and returned to her enticing book.