Well, here it is! The what, seventh, eighth chapter? I'm too lazy to check. Wait, no, it is the seventh. :P

I'm sorry it took me so long to update! School... yeah. Enough explanation. :D Hope ya like it! Please review when you're done! n.n

Disclaimer: Today here for the readings of the disclaimers are... Beast Boy! -cheer-

Beast Boy: Wingy doesn't own the Teen Titans. If she did, Terra wouldn't have slits for a nose, and she wouldn't look like a robot when stoned--HEY WAIT A MINUTE YOU JERK! HOW CAN YOU MAKE ME READ THIS?! TERRA'S MY EX!

Wingy: -sweatdrop-

Beast Boy: Grrr, now eat this tofu as punishment! -pokes tofu into Wingy's mouth-

Wingy: -gag- Please... review! O.o

The Titans stood, awestruck at what they had just heard.

"Dude! Did we just..." Beast Boy was the first to speak

"Yes." Raven, speaking for everyone.

"But then..." Starfire began

"There's no way that it could be that easy." Cyborg shrugged, and leaned over the computer pedestal, hoping to get more information.

"Cyborg, we just found out who she was, we can--" Beast Boy began, but a mechanized voice cut him off.

"Arianna Pawsone.

Age: 15

Gender: Female.

Eyes: Blue

Hair Colour: Blonde

Other Family Members: Mother, age 38; Naomi Pawsone, Father age 40; Van Pawsone, Older sister, age 19; Lily Pawsone."

"Cy! What'd you do!? You BROKE IT!" Beast Boy outraged, as the computer stopped for a moment.

"Shut it BB, it's starting up again!" Cyborg responded, tapping a few more keys.

A whir and click was heard, and the computerized voice continued, giving an animation for each statement then heard. ((A/N: Use your imaginations people.))

"Employers: Both Mother and Father were employed as Molecular Scientists, working a join project by themselves and their family, constructing the research. Incorpeal Research."

"That means ghost." Robin spoke up, quickly and quietly to answer Beast Boy's coming question.

"The research has been going successfully, their goal to successfully infuse the essence of Incorpeal into that of a feline subject to construct a warrior of 'strength and skill.' So says Van Pawsone, speaker of the family. The project is to be completed within six months. In other news, the girl Arianna has won yet another award in her artistic and pianist skills. The rest of the family is very pleased with the result of their first daughter and hope to celebrate soon-"

Cyborg clicked a button, and the voice stopped. For the second time that night, the Titans stood, awestruck at what their ears had told them.

"No... way. There's no way that a project like that could be completed. I remember hearing about it on the TV once, but that was like... a long time ago." Robin furrowed his brow, trying to decipher what he had just heard.

"Maybe if we create a cross-section search, we could find some articles about her to find more information." Cyborg spoke, tapping the keys as he went.

The keys tapped loudly, the only sound in the large, normally comforting, and easy-going Titans' Tower.

A few moments later, a beep and a whirr informed the Titan's of a match being found.

"Bingo. Seems that there was this huge explosion at the lab, only the company kept the whole story hush-hush." Cyborg murmured to his teammates.

"Well, that makes sense, right guys? I mean, if I were this big company into fancy research and stuff, I wouldn't want the media messing around where their noses shouldn't be!" Beast Boy exclaimed, this being his biggest point of the day.

"Of course, but were there any survivors of this explosion?" Starfire mused aloud.

"Nope." Cyborg's words met silence in the room.

"But that doesn't make sense. I saw Arianna, or Phantom, whatever you want, in my visions. There's no way that those could be the memories of another. But there weren't any family, or anyone else inside the visions I saw. She was alone. All... alone." Raven spoke softly, as though her words would cause something horrible to happen.

"Maybe... remember her 'powers,' guys? Maybe the explosion messed with her, or maybe these two girls are completely different people." Robin's firm voice made the others feel safer.

Cyborg piped up, "Oh yeah, another thing. The name of the 'big company' that founded the research? The leader's name went by only... Slade."

"That means—"

An alarm rang out, the tower flashing with red lights and loud sounds.

"ALERT! ALERT! CRIMINAL ACTIVITY IN THE NORTH SIDE OF TOWN. CRIMINAL IDENTIFICATION: SLADE."

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"Do these things ever end...?" Phantom mused aloud to herself, her voice echoing throughout the wide tunnels.

"Guess that answers my question..." She muttered, her right ear perking downwards revealing her reaction to this. She had decided to let her left ear relax for a bit, so it could heal faster.

That, and the fact it filled her whole head with pain whenever it moved.

She had tried phasing her right hand a little while ago, with no luck.

"Blasted..." Phantom slowly shuffled her way into a pipeline with two other exits. "Great. Just great. Would anything else horrible like to happen to me now?!"

A plop of dirty sewage water splashed down over her already drenched body, the repercussion Phantom hissing irritably like a cat, and shaking herself furiously to rid herself of the new water, which resulted in the pain washing itself over her body; again.

She collapsed against the rounded wall, sighing in agony and muttering, "No. I won't even say it. Why is it every time I say that something even worse happens?!"

She weakly got up, her left arm supporting her against the wall, and she slowly looked from left to right, and stepping gently, she edged herself towards and into the right passageway.

-------------Some two or three hours later...------------------

Phantom collapsed onto her knees, her back arched, her arms supporting herself, and her scraggly ebony hair halfway in the murky water. She was inside a large spherical chamber, and fell in complete and utter exhaustion.

Her sides ached, her arms killed, her left ear rang little bells inside her head every time it moved and her eyes were starting to loose their focus.

"Aww snap. I knew I should have grabbed something to eat before I left Slade's place..." Phantom chuckled, her teeth placed in awkward grin at this rather lame joke.

She sat in silence for a few moments, her thoughts scrambled inside her head.

Who was she...?

Where did she come from...?

She couldn't have worked for Slade forever; right...?

And what did Slade mean when she asked to be his apprentice...?

Her mom... and dad... who were they, really?

Was she really sure she had a family...?

And even a past...?

"Why does everything have to be so complicated?!" Phantom screamed out into the chamber, her voice echoing loudly, making her left ear wince because of the loud noise.

She froze suddenly, hearing other voices inside the sewers. No one else came into here, right? Unless they were Sewer workers, and no one came this far in; right? How far in was she anyway?

"Better hide, just in case..." Phantom murmured to herself, her eyes jerking side to side looking for a place to hide.

Her pale grey eyes settled on a small corridor; that would be perfect! Her small frame would easily squeeze into that space easily.

She shuffled across the circular space, holding her side and wincing at her quick movements. She lunged, and shoved herself into a small boxlike ermmm, box. It looked like a former vent used to transport water to this chamber.

'Let's just hope its retired...' Phantom thought to herself as she pulled herself around to face whoever was coming from the chamber opposite from her. She had flattened herself into small a ball as possible, her ears low against her head and her tail curled against her legs.

"I tried that already snot-brain!" A rather familiar immature voice called out obnoxiously.

"Well then, fix it! You're good at that, remember?" A sly girlish voice snapped.

"Maybe you count on it too much! Let me smash them!" Boarish and brainless, as always.

Gizmo, Jinx, and Mammoth. How original. Phantom rolled her eyes.

Gizmo floated in on his backpack of horror, able to change itself into anything; as far as Phantom could tell. He held some sort of tracking device in his right hand, the machina beeping on and off.

Jinx meandered in afterwards, her face showed her reaction to the disgusting sewer water. Her pale face looked no different than it did above ground.

Mammoth lumbered in last, his large face looking confused, stupid, and irritated all at the same time. If that was even possible.

Gizmo held the small hand-held machina and sweeped it across the room, his eyes furious.

"Where is that booger-brain!? We've been searching for hours!" He raged.

"I still don't see why we just blast the place. Not like it would make any difference if it stood or not." Mammoth scratched his large head, a couple fleas leaping out to escape his raking hand.

"As much as I would love to do what the lug-head just mentioned, we can't." Jinx crossed her arms over her chest, tapping her fingers irritably across her arms. "Slade wants this girl alive. Why, I have no idea, nor do I care."

"Fine you pinheads. But this thing isn't working!" Gizmo shouted angrily.

Jinx opened her mouth to respond, "Maybe it's not the machine that's broken."

"Grr... buncha scrapping-mecha... booger..." Gizmo muttered, and crossed his arms over his chest, pouting. Then an evil grin lit up his face, as the pad started to beep loudly.

Phantom's eyes grew wide, and she opened her mouth in a silent gasp. No, not now, please not now! Not now of all things! She thought in exasperation.

The trio turned to look at the spot where Phantom lay, huddled in fear, each with an individual grin across their faces.

She had been found.

Again, sorry it took me so long to post this new chappie! School has been taking my once oozing brain of creativity to mush! n.n; I hope you guys liked this one! Took me about an hour to finish it... had about one page filled up before I crammed and finished this chappie. n.n

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