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"Where am I...what happened?" Robin jumped up as he heard Raven's voice, dashing to the side of her bed.
"You freaked out...you were going nuts and you were going to hurt yourself so we..."
"You drugged me?"
"Raven, you were going to hurt someone and yourself! What else were we supposed to do?"
Raven looked around the room, her eyes bright but narrowed and she looked for her cloak. "Where's my cloak? Who touched it?" Her eyes focused on Robin. "Who?"
"Its right over there. We just took it off because you were sweating."
"WHO! Tell me now!"
"Draco...why does it matter?"
"Him! He touched me?"
Raven slipped out of bed and snatched her cloak from off a wall peg, making her way through the infirmary and out the door. "Where is Draco?"
"He's in the living room... Raven? Raven!"
Raven couldn't hear him. She flew down the hallway faster than she ever remembered doing s- the walls flying by her. She had to find him.
There was another dream.
It flashed before Raven's eyes as she saw. A battle- an ancient battle, between man and beasts, where an army of thousands battled against three dragons. Three- one black and purple, another black and red, and the third black and green. The dragons stood mightily and strong as the army approached. They did not flinch as thousands of men came upon them and killed them, their knives like blades of fire whipping through scale. Until at long last there was only one dragon left- a beast of majestic size, black and purple in color.
"We do nothing, yet you kill us nonetheless? Come, stupid mortals, kill me as you killed my brothers."
The image faded. Could it be there was a reason behind Malchior's hatred towards humans? Eyes were focused upon the nearing light of the living room as she realized something. She had to talk to Draco- Malchior.
The others didn't believe her, that he was really Malchior. So who was she to turn to? Perhaps if she could at least make him think she was alright with him being here, perhaps then she could defeat him.
The boys sat on the couch together, their eyes focused on the screen as Draco played Beast boy in a racing game. A red Game Over flashed across the screen and Draco groaned. "I am not good at this game..."
"Hey, this is my best game eva! I rock!" Beast Boy did a little victory dance before turning into a flamingo and fluttering around the room, hopping on one foot.
Draco chuckled as Cyborg rolled his eyes. "BB, can you ever not be stupid?"
"Hey, I resemble that remark!" BB said, turning back into his human self. Draco laughed, waving his hand in the air.
"That's, 'I resent that remark', genius. What you said is the same as agreeing."
Beast Boy tilted his head to the side. "Oh!" Then he shrugged and grinned.
"Draco."
The boys looked up at her- Cyborg gave her a wave and a "Morning sunshine," while BB smiled. Draco looked cautiously at her.
"I told you, Cyborg. Don't call me that. Draco, I need to talk to you."
"Raven..."
"Now."
Draco stood up and stared at her, until stepping forward. Raven turned briskly and stepped towards the door, until looking back at Beast Boy and scowling. "Follow me, and I will hurt you."
Beast Boy's eyes widened and he nodded, surprised at the boldness of her words. Draco followed behind, resembling much of a school boy being scolded.
The roof was empty. The sun shone brightly upon the rooftop, making Raven draw her hood forward, eyes now shadowed. She stepped forward to the edge of the roof and sat in the air, hovering slightly and she crossed her arms and stared at Draco.
"Say what you have to. I'm listening."
"Raven..." She stared at him. His eyes...such beautiful eyes, the silver- wait. His eyes weren't silver anymore. The pupils now seemed to glow a deep amber, much different from before, and Raven was startled that she had not noticed it before.
"I never had the chance to say I'm sorry."
"Sorry? For taking my heart ,earning my trust and ripping the one hope and love I had in half? For betraying me, fooling me into serving you, and for trying to hurt me and my friends? Is that what you're sorry for?"
"Yes."
Raven's eyes widened just slightly in soft surprise. "Raven, I'm sorry for hurting you."
Raven's eyes narrowed, all surprise faded.
"What do you want, Malchior? Why are you here? And how are you fooling my friends?"
"I want to redeem myself. And your friends are not fooled in any way. They trust me because I have earned their trust. They refuse to believe I am Malchior, and because of tht they are closer to me. Raven, When you have spent 1000 years rememberng and thinking, you realize things. And I realized... I shouldn't have hurt you. In the time I spent with you, I felt something - something powerful. You are extroidanary…you're beautiful. You ar so powerful and intelligent and-"
"Stop it!"
Raven threw her hands and sent nearby pebbles flying at him in a harmless shower, yet slightly irritating. "I know what you're doing! You're trying to betray me again, trying to make me love you! Never again, Malchior! NEVER AGAIN!"
"Why won't you love me?"
Raven flew upon him, eyes reddened with a maddening fury.
"Love you! I don't even trust you! That's what love is, Malchior! When you trust someone with all your heart- when you are willing to die for them, to sacrifice everything you've got for their heart and body- not just a few empty words and a soft touch. You don't love me." Raven looked at him and her eyes slowly faded to the dull violet.
"Raven, I-"
"Malchior, I don't trust you. But stay away from me, and don't you dare hurt my friends. If you do, you will never make it. I won't kill you now...perhaps because truly I hope you have changed. But one wrong move- one small mistake, and you will die."
With that, Raven spun on her heel and flew away, back downstairs.
Malchior sighed, staring off the roof. Why was it so much happened up here? was it because it reminded him of the wide open sky, the beautiful clouds- even dragons knew what beauty was.
Afterall, without seeing true beauty in the worst of things, no one- nothing, evil or good, could survive.
Raven marched down the hall to her room, aware of Robin's head peeking from the Living Room as he saw her and called out her name. She ignored him and entered her bedroom, walking silently to the far side of the room to a beaten old chest. Eyes went to the inside, only to see that the chest was empty.
"Machior..." she hissed, realizing that not only had he taken the book, but she had been a fool to release it from her grasp. Yet she had been in the infirmary...
No.
He had the book.
How had he gotten out in the first place?
Perhaps...
Was Malchior from the future?
Raven stared at the empty chest, eyes ripplng across the layers of dust. Surely he couldn't have escaped this book. What if, what if in the future, she lost hold of it, and he got free. What had he done in their future?
The pair of silver eyes rippled across her vision once more and she closed her weary eyes. One last chance. He got one last chance. Afterall, her friend had done the same with her- breaking and rebuilding bridges. Maybe if he learned more about good, he would turn out to be not so bad afterall.
As Raven walked to her bed and laid down, utterly exhausted, a small thought creeped across her already complex mind. There was something wrong with her. Wouldn't she have killed him already?
She was changing...changing.
And not for the best.
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