A/N: Well, here we are again. I can't possibly portray my astonishment when I went home two weeks ago and found 10 reviews sitting neatly in my inbox. My jaw just dropped. Aside from the bruised jaw, I'm so happy to see reviews, keep 'em coming!
The Arwen Police: Yes, sir! Or ma'am, whatever the case may be.
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Me: Thanks. Hey, mine too! I'll do my best.
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Well, here goes nothing:
This was stupid. Really stupid. Not to mention tiring.
Raven frowned, and tried once more to raise or move her arms and legs. The chair cuffs didn't budge.
The robotic hands holding her head in place had disappeared long ago. But she knew they would return if she took her eyes off the screen. She found it more comfortable to just sit still, and her eyes had been watering from lack of blinking.
As soon as she stopped struggling (after a good fifteen minutes of being forced-fed images of furry creatures running around some godforsaken land of mushiness), the grip on her head was released.
Raven rolled her eyes and would have, if possible, rubbed the bridge of nose with her thumb and forefinger. She had to think, had to focus, had to figure out a way out of this.
Thing is, it's difficult to think when a widescreen TV is looming over you blaring "The New Adventures of Winnie the Pooh". Raven scowled; it had been going on for three straight hours.
Look on the bright side, she thought sardonically. No commercial breaks. The pit of darkness shook her head sadly. Shadows were hanging under her eyes, even darker ones than usual. Even though she had only been awake for about three hours, she felt strangely tired. She had no way of calculating what time it was.
"…I'm so rumbly in my tumbly…"
Raven tensed, shook her head again, and tried, once more, to focus. She found the torture easier to bear if she stared into space in front of the screen.
However, the occasional annoying exclamations from the screens distracted her.
"Oh, d-d-d-dear!"
Raven blew a strand of hair out of her eyes. Jeez, what was it with that stupid pig? It should be against the law to be such a wuss. And that kid…what kind of schizophrenic, sentimental boy with such a feminine voice would hang around with a group of animals, including a bear and a tiger, that barely come up to his waist? Didn't he have any friends, or sense, for that matter? Strike the question, Raven thought as Christopher Robin gave off another ridiculous giggle at Pooh's antics.
Inconspicuously, Raven looked around the room again. Okay, she was definitely in Titan Tower's basement. The Titans rarely went down there, save when looking for certain items in storage. The decorating must have taken a while.
The pit of darkness frowned. Beast Boy had been rather dodgy lately, disappearing for hours at a time (the silence in the Tower had been unnerving), and receiving strange packages of mail. But other than that…
Hard to tell with Beast Boy, Raven thought wryly. He never acts exactly normal. Raven pondered momentarily if the other Titans noticed her absence.
Meanwhile
"I'm gonna whip you good, Cyborg!"
"Please, dawg. You don't know the meaning of the word!"
Robin and Cyborg battled fiercely in the new Gamestation game Cyborg had bought last week. Both were sweating profusely, palms slippery with sweat, grinning widely, each anticipating the others defeat.
Meanwhile, Starfire was having a battle of her own. The blue fuzz in the fridge had been neglected for far too long, and had finally gained a life of it's own and attempted to devour anyone who opened the refrigerator door.
"Ahhh!" shrieked a terrified Starfire, as a gigantic, blue, fuzzy hand grabbed her and swung her around the kitchen like a rag doll, smashing her into various objects, which were either destroyed or shattered. The male Titans were too busy in their game to notice the Tamaranian screaming her head off.
"Yah!" cried Starfire, wrenching one hand loose and blasting the disgusting limb with a torrent of starbolts. The hand eventually weakened and dropped her, and she landed in a disgusting pile of the goop.
"Ugh! This infernal fuzz has grown to the size of a portkin! Our very lives are at stake!" Starfire looked over at the sofa, where Robin and Cyborg continued playing without even shooting a glance her way.
"Friends! Did you not notice that your fellow teammate was in danger?" No response. Starfire frowned angrily. "You two are behaving like genuine zarbnarfs!" the alien exclaimed, stamping her foot angrily.
The boys failed to reply, except for a "Booyah!" from Cyborg, and grumbling from Robin. Steam blew out of the Tamaranian's ears, and with her eyes ablaze with green fire, she flew over and lifted the sofa with her two, bare hands.
"Yo, Starfire!" "Star, what the heck are you…?"
"You two are nothing but Zolworg Tubeck Plixing Zarbmarkers! Now assist me in cleaning up the kitchen!"
"But Star, we're in the middle of a game! Hellooo!" "Yeah, and I was about to kick Robin's butt!"
"Was not!"
"Was too!"
"Was not!"
"Was too!"
Just when Starfire was about to officially lose it, the door to the Titan main room opened. Beast Boy came in, muttering to himself, and glaring at his watch. "…humph…18 episodes and not so much as a bloody groan…stupid Winnie the Pooh, I knew I should have…"
As he continued his monologue, he took a can of soda from the kitchen closet, snapped it open and began to chug it down warm, eyes closed. He opened one eye and caught a glimpse of the scene before him.
Beast Boy locked eyes with a rather ruffled and blue bedecked Starfire holding up the huge, black sofa, upon which sat Robin and Cyborg, still holding their Gamestation controllers, said Gamestation dangling in the air due to the leverage. They in turned stared at the changeling, who's uniform was covered in brown splotches, hair in disarray, and who held a tape in his hand.
Nobody moved for approximately 10 seconds. Beast Boy sweat-dropped. "Ummm, hehehe, well, I guess I should just be moving along now…" he said, slowly backing away.
Starfire, having forgotten her rage, put the sofa down. Robin glared suspiciously at the changeling. "Hold on a minute," he said, standing up. "What happened to your uniform?"
"Um, beats me, probably just spilled some soda…" Suddenly, the green one was hit with a stroke of genius. "Yeah, it is soda…uh, Raven got angry with me and dumped it on me, yeah! That's what happened!" Beast Boy stammered vehemently.
"Where is Raven, anyway?" asked Cyborg getting up as well. "Uh, she, uh…" B.B. rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "She…went to the park! To, um, meditate, yeah!" The others stared at him wordlessly for a moment.
"Oh, ok."
"All right."
"Understood."
Beast Boy breathed a sigh of relief, anime style (A/N: You know, with the little, white, mushroom thingy?). Just as he was walking away, Cyborg called over his shoulder. "Whatcha got there, man? Some movie?"
Beast Boy grinned easily. "Yeah, a special flick," he said. He opened the door to the hallway, stepped outside and made his way toward the basement.
Yeah, he thought. A very special flick…Beast Boy grinned evilly and madly as he approached the door. Time for a chat with dear, sweet Raven…
A/N: Dun, dun, dun! Yes, yes, I know what your thinking, pathetic chapter, but don't worry, it'll get better, I promise! I just need to find time to type this thing. Meanwhile, you get to wonder what the heck BB is gonna make Raven watch next! (Assumes deep, narrator voice) Don't miss the next chapter of "Beast Boy the Torturer!"
Jambey