Ten Little Titans

by Riles

One Titan dead, two Titans dead, three Titans dead... How many more must die before the villain is caught? Inspired by Agatha Christie’s “Ten Little Indians”, aka “And Then There Were None”.

8. Crush

Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own the Teen Titans, but by the time I'm through with them, they're going to be dead, so I don't see how much good this does….

()TLT()

Ten little Titans went out to dine;

One choked himself and then there were nine.

Nine little Titans stayed up very late;

One overslept and then there were eight.

Eight little Titans traveling in Devon;

One said he'd stay there and then there were seven.

Seven little Titans were chopping up sticks;

One chopped himself in half and then there were six.

Six little Titans playing with a hive;

A bumblebee stung one and then there were five.

Five little Titans going in for law;

One got in Chancery and then there were four.

Four little Titans going out to sea;

A red herring swallowed one and then there were three.

Three little Titans walking in the Zoo;

A big bear hugged one and then there were two.

Two little Titans sitting in the sun;

One got frizzled up and then there was one.

One little Titan left all alone;

He went and hanged himself and then there were none.

()TLT()

They yawned and rolled over in bed. They didn't want to get up yet. They had, in recent days, trained their body to deal with a few hours of sleep, and even to wake them up after so many. It was annoying.

A list of annoying things pleasantly decided to pop into their head. Among them was the fact that twice had the mini model T's failed to be discovered. It had been so easy to slip it in the elevator, and then they hadn't even dug far enough to discover it. It suddenly made the murderer wonder why they bothered in the first place. To make it more interesting? Perhaps. The thrill, they decided, was why they troubled themselves to make it so. Things had to be perfect. This was, after all, the perfect set of murders. Perfection and excitement were all they required for their last deed to society. The removal of the Teen Titans was, after all, just what the doctor ordered.

They tried to go back to sleep, but found they could not. They quietly got up and crept out of the room, stretching a bit. Might as well cause some mischief with these unexplainable insomniac tendencies. As an idea sprang to mind, the murder crept through the hallways and jumped down the flights of stairs. The Titans must have thought their frights were almost over, with so few of them left. They clearly had no idea what was in store for them upon their wakening.

()TLT()

What awoke Bumblebee that morning was not Beast Boy mumbling in his sleep. It wasn't the fact that the changeling was almost on top of her because he had clearly been moving around in the night. It wasn't even the fact that the drool coming out from his mouth was about to touch her. Beast Boy had nothing to do with her arousing.

What woke Bumblebee up was the smell. Something smelled of the dead, like several rotting corpses had been placed only a few feet away from her. Shoving Beast Boy off of her, where he kindly continued his slumber, Bumblebee sat up. Her vision blurred slightly as she realized she sat up too quickly, but she then looked towards Starfire's closet. Something of the Tamaranian's must be emitting a very foul stench. She walked over to it, on the farthest side of the room, and opened the doors that led inside. She searched with her nose for a few moments before deciding the stench was not coming from there. She shut the doors uncertainly and turned around, searching for the reason her nose was so upset.

Her scream was what awoke the others.

"What's going on?" Robin asked, very suddenly alert.

"Who died?" Beast Boy asked groggily, rubbing his eyes as he managed to see Bumblebee's horror-stricken face.

Bumblebee couldn't speak for a moment, but she managed a word. "E-everyone."

"What?" the boys asked her in confusion before following her gaze. Boys do not typically scream, but now was an exception for the changeling. Beast Boy emitted the most high-pitched sound he could muster, falling backwards off the bed and physically refusing to get up, terrified to see such a vision again. Robin's mouth went open, and his face went deathly white, but not a sound uttered from his lips. None of the three, after Beast Boy's fall, could move. They were as frozen as the seven before them, their blood as still as those who they saw.

They were there. All of the dead seven, each and every corpse, lay propped up against the wall, some staring at the living three. At the corner of the room lay a pile of ashes—clearly symbolic for Raven's burned body. Whether it really was the psychic or not they could only guess. Next to her was Hot Spot, who was as black as ever without his flame. Aqualad lay beside his friend, his hair a matted mix of black and red, head having rolled forward and now facing the floor. Beside Aqualad was a mechanical arm, and next to that another one identical to it, and next to that a motorized leg, and then another one just like it, and finally a head with electric blue eyes staring at no one in particular, blood scattered everywhere underneath and in between. The electric shock had changed Cyborg's eyes as well as splitting apart his body. Speedy looked nothing less than dead with a vague shock about him, his mouth slightly apart but his eyes determinedly shut. Terra's head lay ever so slightly upon the last person's shoulder, but her eyes were open wide, slightly covered by strands of blonde hair that refused to lift from her face. Her head barely lay upon Starfire's charred shoulder. The small weight from Terra was carefully placed upon Starfire, for any more looked as though it would make her shoulder crumble. Had bright green eyes not been staring so blankly from their sockets, it would be unrecognizable as Starfire, or indeed a human being. All of her hair had been burned, and part of the skin had been taken off from the explosion, what was left being a black color that looked like the slightest touch would make it fall apart. Starfire's Tamaranian blood had partially salvaged her body, but had not been able to spare her life.

"I… we… have… leave," Bumblebee murmured, her eyes never leaving those frightening ones of Cyborg.

Beast Boy, who by this point had peered over the bed, stared unceasingly at Terra, speech clearly having been removed from his brain.

Robin, who had just had a night of remembering his lost love, was speechless. The green eyes that used to hold so much light and sparkle were now cold and dead. It was he who tore his eyes away from Starfire's, unable to look at what she had now become, and swiftly made his way to the door. Bumblebee was next to turn away and follow him, leaving the door open behind her for Beast Boy. Beast Boy stared at Terra for a moment longer, and then ducked behind the bed again. It was too risky to run to the door. They all had become zombies from the netherworld and were going to kill him as soon as he got near them. But then if he stayed here they would surround him and kill him anyway. Beast Boy shut his eyes tight, knowing by memory where the door was from his position, and ran.

To his relief, he made it out alive and without hitting anything or anyone. Moments outside the exit, however, he hit the wall across from the door. He heard a door slam behind him, and he slowly turned to see Bumblebee and Robin, each leaning against a wall on opposite sides of the door. Robin's face had not yet resumed its regular color, and Bumblebee's mouth was still open, as though she were still screaming. None of the three said anything for several minutes, each unable to erase the images that were now permanently transcribed into their minds. Their friends and teammates were dead, their corpses lying upon Starfire's floor.

And someone thought it was funny.

"Let's get out of here," Robin whispered, recalling his own words. "This place reeks of the dead."

The others followed his lead without a word, and several minutes later found themselves in the training room, which was still disguised as a courtroom. They had ignored the lab space as they passed it, unsurprised that it had been broken into. They refused to even look inside for fear that another horror awaited them should they peer into the death room. As they walked into the training room, Robin sat down with a heavy sigh in the chair he had used during the trial. Bumblebee sat in the same seat she had during the ordeal, which left Beast Boy to sit between them—in Starfire's seat. He sat down with caution, as though uncertain what would happen if he did so. No one spoke for a moment, each inundating in his or her own thoughts.

"It's sad," Beast Boy said suddenly, and he gave a pitiful laugh. "We just resurrected Terra such a short time ago, and now she's gone from us again."

Bumblebee gave a small nod, her thoughts now turning to the statement at hand. "You put such work into it, too."

"Raven did," Robin said. "She searched through all of her spell casting books to find the cure, and what she did find was risky. We weren't sure it would work." He laughed slightly. "I remember Beast Boy put up such a fit when Raven was doing it."

"I didn't want to Terra to get hurt!" Beast Boy objected. "If one thing was done wrong, she would've died. We weren't even sure it was the right cure, and if it weren't, she would've paid the ultimate price. It was very risky to try it."

Robin was smiling at memories. "You said that if we hurt a hair on her head, you'd murder us all."

Robin's smile suddenly vanished, and he and Bumblebee turned to look at the changeling.

"Hey, don't gimme that," Beast Boy said, putting up his hands and waving them. "I wouldn't've really done that; I was over exaggerating. It was just to try and give you incentive not to hurt her."

"We were her friends too," Robin said offensively. "We wouldn't have hurt her."

Beast Boy opened his mouth and hesitated before his response. "I just… didn't want her hurt."

Robin sighed and buried his head in his hands, which were resting on his knees. "I don't think any of us have to worry about that now."

Bumblebee slumped in her chair until her neck was lying on the top of the chair. "I can still see it."

Beast Boy looked at her. "See what?"

"Him." Neither of the two said a word. "His eyes. They were blue. Blue was always his color. He'd have liked that."

"I think you fail to mention to the major factor." Robin looked up at her. "All of him was there. The pieces. Someone broke into the lab and unearthed the elevator. That was a lot to do in one night. In…" Robin glanced at the clock, "… six hours."

"Dude, how late were you up?" Beast Boy asked incredulously.

"As opposed to you? We were supposed to stay up all night, remember?" Robin criticized.

Beast Boy's face turned guilty, and he muttered, "Yeah, but you fell asleep too…."

There was another silence, and it was Robin's turn to break it. "Could you even recognize her?"

No one answered for a moment, but then Bumblebee said, "Her eyes."

"Yes," Robin agreed. "It was, perhaps, the only recognizable bit of her. And yet her eyes betrayed her. They made her unrecognizable to me at the same time as allowing me to see who she was."

Beast Boy looked at him in confusion while Bumblebee nodded her head. For Beast Boy's benefit, Robin continued. "Starfire was always so compassionate and happy. She made you smile, and want to be around her. You know how fast we got out of that room. Her eyes, which usually shine and give off such a radiance, were frozen and dull, their light extinguished." Robin shook his head. "That was not the Starfire I knew."

"I wonder…" Bumblebee murmured. "I wonder why they did it."

Both boys looked at her.

"I mean, what was the point?"

"Just to scare us, I suppose. Does a murderer need any other reason?" Beast Boy paused. "You know, now that I think about it, I bet Robin was right. You think it's funny. Deep down you're laughing your head off watching us in such pain. But I bet you've grown unattached to us all, so you're acting pained. I'll bet—"

Bumblebee stood up, her eyes raging and her voice cold. "The next time you want to accuse me of murder, do it long after I just saw my dead crush's corpse."

The two boys watched her storm out of the room. Robin shook his head and returned it to his hands. "You're an idiot."

"What?" Beast Boy said. "She did it just for kicks! I know she did!"

"And what if it's not her?" Robin looked up at him. "What if it's me?"

"I don't think it's you."

"Well, thinking isn't something you do often. It's quite possible that you're wrong."

"Dude, now is not the time to be insulting my intelligence!"

"Now is also not the time to be accusing Bumblebee of murder. She just saw Cyborg's body again, in pieces, if you've forgotten, and she's very touchy. We all are. To see the ones we loved dead before our eyes is not something you easily get over."

"I know that, but she needs to get down to business! We need to solve this case and just kill her!"

"Now you're sounding like a murderer." Robin's face was replaced in his hands. "Beast Boy, she's a woman. They think differently, and they need more time to adjust to something like this." He paused. "I need more time to adjust to this."

"Well, I do too, but I don't want to do it with a murderer on the loose!"

Robin nodded. "Point taken. But right now the murderer is probably too busy laughing themselves sick over our misery to kill anyone else just yet."

Beast Boy didn't say anything for several moments. Suddenly he looked as though he was about to start on another topic when he shut his mouth again. He hesitated, but then spoke. "Robin, I've been meaning to ask you… what do you think cut the cord?"

Robin's eyes shot open, but he didn't lift his head. "The elevator."

"Yeah."

Robin paused, thinking, and then shook his head. "I don't know."

"Whatever they were, they were small. And it has to be 'they' because it had to rub against two different things, right? Something small… that's all I know. It was too dark to tell anything about them besides their size."

"Well, that leaves just about half the items in the tower."

"We've got to be able to limit it down somehow, though," Beast Boy said. I mean… they were round, right? Sort of… now I can't remember."

"No, I don't think they were round," Robin said. "They weren't any definitive shape, but definitely the same thing, whatever they were." He sighed. "At this rate, we're all going to die."

"Don't start talking like that," Beast Boy warned. "We'll get out of here alive—somehow."

"I wish I had your optimism," Robin said. He smiled bitterly. "Right now I really don't care."

"You don't care if you get out of here alive?" Beast Boy asked incredulously.

Robin shook his head. "If the killer were to come up on me now, I doubt I would even put up a fight."

Beast Boy stared at his friend for a moment, and then smacked Robin as hard as he could upside the head. Robin fell from his seat and looked up in surprise at Beast Boy. "Now get up," Beast Boy ordered. "Get up and hit me."

"What are you doing?" Robin said.

"Get up!" Beast Boy repeated. "Hit me! I just hit you; now hit me! I know Starfire's death is hard, but so is Terra and Raven's. If I had the chance to escape alive, though, I'd still take it. They would've wanted me to live, even though they died. Starfire would want you to survive and be happy. Now get up and hit me!"

Robin stood up uncertainly for a moment, staring at Beast Boy as though trying to understand him. He didn't do anything for several moments, gathering his thoughts. Then he suddenly smiled, and Robin suddenly brought his fist up—but Beast Boy was too quick. He jumped backwards, standing on the back of his chair on two legs while trying to keep his balance. Robin swung at him again and he jumped backwards, Robin on his heels. The two began sparring, as soon as Robin landing a blow, Beast Boy flying right back at him. Though the Boy Wonder was a better martial artist, Beast Boy's animal instincts made him an impressive fighter.

Through the crashes and pants that two created, they seemed to understand each other. Beast Boy had helped Robin to whatever extent. No matter what happened, Robin would not allow himself to be murdered. It's what the killer wanted: another victim. He would not become one.

Beast Boy promised himself as well. For Terra and for Raven, he would not die at the hands of the one who brought about the end of his friends. Somehow, one way or another, he would survive. He would get out of this place alive, and he would live. He may never love again—after all, how could he with the perfect women already dead?—but he would go on living. Maybe he wouldn't fight crime anymore, just live a normal life, but one way or another, for them, he would survive.

The doors suddenly opened, and Bumblebee burst into the room. She stared in surprise at the scene for a moment, and then, as if just realizing what to do, she rushed over and pulled them apart. The two desisted their fight without a struggle and merely looked at one another, a hint of a smile on each boy's face. Bumblebee stared at them in confusion before finally demanding an explanation.

"What is going on here?"

Neither answered her for a moment, but Beast Boy suddenly spoke. "What does it look like? Just a little friendly competition."

Bumblebee looked at Robin in disbelief, as though expecting a more thorough explanation. He merely nodded. "Yeah, that about sums it up. Just getting a few things straight."

Beast Boy nodded solemnly. "Just clearing a few things up."

Bumblebee looked from one to the other, a look of anger appearing on her face. "Why don't you speak Woman?"

"Oh, Bumblebee," Beast Boy said, turning to her, "I'm sorry for calling you a murderer earlier. It was really bad timing. I hope you'll forgive me."

She stared, mouth agape at the changeling as Beast Boy winked at Robin. "What brought about this change in heart?"

"Oh, I still think you did it," Beast Boy said, "but I could have worked it out better. So forgive me." He glanced at Robin again. "Now I've evened out the score."

Robin nodded. "Sounds right."

Bumblebee again looked from one to the other, a look of desperation coming over her. "What is going on here?"

"Nothing," Robin said. "I don't think anything is going on here. Nothing out of the ordinary."

"Nah," Beast Boy agreed. "Nothing important."

"But you two were just—"

"Training," Robin answered. "We haven't in so long. By the time we get out of here—alive—we'll be really out of shape."

Beast Boy smiled. "Yep. Good thing we got in this little training session, huh?"

"Very good. So I'll see you around? I think I'll go grab some food—" He suddenly paused, "—in Starfire's room."

"I'll go with you," Beast Boy offered after a moment. "Can't have you going through her lingerie drawer, now can we?"

"I will too." Bumblebee, who finally understood something they were talking about, stepped in. "I'm not staying here alone. It would be incredibly stupid. From now on, we all need to stick together or the one left alone could get murdered."

"You could've been murdered just now then," Beast Boy pointed out. "I mean, either one of us could've come up with excuses to leave the room."

"No, I couldn't've," Bumblebee said with quite a bit of certainty.

"What makes you so confident?" Robin asked skeptically.

Bumblebee laughed. "It would truly be an idiot who would attack an infuriated woman. They would get their heads bitten off, literally or not."

Beast Boy and Robin glanced at each other.

"Let's go to Starfire's room."

Up the stairs they traveled in silence, though not exactly an uncomfortable one. None of the three really had any idea of what to say, and even if they had, they would have been unsure if they should speak. After such an awkward situation, though to the boys, a nevertheless funny one, silence seemed rather appropriate. Bumblebee led the way into Starfire's room, quickly hurrying to the other side without glancing either way. Robin followed suit, but Beast Boy paused at the door and glanced on either side of him. His head fell to the floor, eyes closed in sorrow, and continued forward.

"Here," Bumblebee said, picking up the few bags of chips and sodas that were left. "This is all we've got." She handed the items out to them so they were distributed evenly. Her next words were whispered, a horror behind them as she stared determinedly at the floor. "Let's get out of here."

Robin opened his mouth, but shook his head. "There's something I have to do first."

He set down the food and drinks he had been given on Starfire's bed and slowly turned to face the bodies leaning against the wall. His eyes trailed down the line of each passed friend before reaching the end where Starfire's tattered remains lay. Robin walked over to her and knelt in front of her, staring at her with a deep sadness in his eyes. With a mere glance at the others, they left the room. He returned his gaze back to Starfire, and it took all of his self-control to block the tears from his eyes.

"Hey there," he murmured. "It's, ah, nice to see you again. One last time." He bent his head to the floor. "I wish I could've said goodbye." He gave a hollow laugh. "It's funny. Of all the time I've had to listen to you, to talk to you, I don't think I've ever wanted to have a conversation with you more. I want to hear your voice again so much. I want you to tell me things are going to be all right. I need you, Starfire. Picturing what my life is going to be like without you… it really doesn't seem like living."

He leaned backwards and looked at her. "But Beast Boy said you'd want me to live. I guess he'd be right. But what about what I want? Am I being selfish by wanting to die? Is that wrong of me? Heaven, hell, whatever is after this, won't I see you there? Isn't even hell better than Earth as long as you're there?" He laughed slightly again. "But I suppose you'd be in heaven and I'd be in hell. With all that I've done, I doubt God could forgive me. And then there's you… without a doubt God's favorite angel. You'll have to tell me what heaven's like, okay?"

Robin tentatively leaned forward and hesitated, staring into her eyes for a moment. They were the same color, but so dull, and so absent of her usual sparkle. Where had her beautiful soul gone? All that remained was the charred vessel her soul had used to move about in. Her body brought such pain to Robin, and yet there was the slightest bit of happiness somewhere mixed amidst his ache. He had so many memories with this girl, and no matter what, he would hold on to every recollection of her he could. She was his soul mate; there would be no other. After all, how could there? Who else could capture Starfire's innocence and purity, her fierceness and determination? No one. There was only one Starfire, and that was all there could ever be. Robin gently kissed her lips, but quickly pulled away. Part of her charred skin had begun to crumble at such a simple touch. Robin sighed and turned away, returning to the bed and picking up the food and drinks he had left there. That was no longer his Starfire, and he was wasting time talking to a corpse. He quickly made his way to the door without looking left or right. It was time he got out of there.

The hallway outside was empty. Robin looked around in surprise. Where had Bumblebee and Beast Boy gotten off to? They couldn't have gone too far, could they? Just how long had Robin been in there?

"Hello?" Robin called. Only his echo answered him. Again, he tried louder. "Hello!"

This didn't sound good. Robin dropped the food and drinks once more and traveled down the right, calling his comrade's names. He didn't like the way this was turning out. The two had just disappeared into thin air. He hadn't heard any struggle of any kind, so they couldn't have gotten into a fight and tried to kill each other. What, then, had become of his friends?

"Bumblebee? Beast Boy! ANSWER ME!"

Ten minutes later it was just aggravating. What kind of trick were these two trying to pull? If one of them died, he'd at least like to find their body and be on the alert! What had happened to them? Why wouldn't they answer him? So many things could've happened, but how many in the span of two minutes? What on earth was going on?

"NO!" A scream suddenly pierced through the silence. Robin recognized the voice instantly as Bumblebee's, but where had it come from? With its reverberation off the walls, it was impossible to locate. Robin suddenly began racing through the hallways, glancing each way to see if Bumblebee was beyond the door.

"STOP IT!" As Robin reached the stairs, the sound seemed to become louder. He quickly jumped down the space in between the stairways and landed with cat-like reflexes on the bottom. He raced through the hallway and towards the training room. That was the most likely place to find her!

"Let… go…" He heard her murmuring in the room just before him, and then a then a clatter and silence. He dashed into the training room and searched desperately around for Bumblebee. A dark figure lay at the front of the room, unmoving across the floor. Robin ran to the form he easily recognized as Bumblebee and bent down next to her.

Her body seemed much thinner than it had before. He touched her gently near her stomach, where she seemed so frail, but pulled back sharply. Her rib cage was completely broken apart, and he didn't need to check twice to know she was dead. Robin stood up and backed away slightly, jumping slightly from a crunch under his feet. He looked down to see broken glass—a miniature model of Titan's Tower that had been at the feasting party so many nights ago. Robin turned hastily around. So Beast Boy did it. He had so fervently blamed the dark-skinned girl, but he had been behind it all along. What had the poem said? A bear hug or something? He should've known from the start that Beast Boy was responsible for all of this!

It was at this moment that the lights in the tower decided to flicker and go out. The dim emergency lights flashed on, and what was left to illuminate the room did not put Robin at ease. He turned around in circles, looking for the green changeling. He'd heard Bumblebee's last words, so Beast Boy had to be in there somewhere!

There was a sudden crash, loud enough that it echoed throughout every wall of the tower. Robin looked up at the ceiling. Beast Boy had somehow already escaped from the room. What a clever little beast. Robin would find him and kill him before Beast Boy could make his last kill.

The clock struck twelve, and the chiming of the clock bells rang throughout the tower as a death warrant was sent abroad.

"Ready or not, Beast Boy," Robin murmured, "here I come."

A/N:

I'm so mad right now. You have no idea. This is probably the shortest—or at least, one of the shortest—chapters I've written in this entire story. And I'm so mad. I want to write more, but SOME PEOPLE ARE BAD AT INSPIRING. So I'm just updating this as it is. It's been finished for quite some time, I just haven't been satisfied with it. And I'm still not, but I just read over it and I don't know what to do. So here it is, in all it's crappiness, TLT Chapter 8!

I had the craziest experience when I was writing this, though. You see, I went on this trip to Atlanta, and five minutes before we got in the car, I went searching for this chapter so I could print what I had done and work on it in the car. The problem was that five pages were missing. So I was very agitated and obstinately refused to write anything until I'd stripped down my computer and found it (because I did remember saving it). Well, I left Thursday morning (at a rather unearthly hour) and returned Saturday night (JUST IN TIME TO SEE STRANDED! WOOT!). It wasn't until that Monday night that I found it. I had saved it under the wrong name. x.x

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH! YOU GUYS, YOU GUYS! You know all of you that read "A Date for A Debt"? Well I was thinking during my 16 hours on the road of what to do about that fic and I had inspiration for the sequel (which shall be creatively called "A Debt for A Date")! Bwaha! I can't remember at this present moment in time what my inspiration was, but I know I had it! -goes to look- Oh yes! I think I had Spiteful Love on the brain a bit when I thought this up, because it has that same ring to it. Anywayz, like any sequel where in the original Robin and Starfire get together, now they're having problems! Wahoo! But you all may eagerly expect the return of Red X and Robert. Ooh, do I have plans for those two…. -giggles maniacally at her own fiendish schemes- Bwaha! And I even had another inspiration for a fic! It shall be called "Tamaranian Delinquent", and I may write it soon…. I don't know…. But in it, Starfire gets into a bit of trouble… hence "Delinquent"…. Hmm… any thoughts on such little information?

My dearest, loveliest reviewers!

Solodancer- What on earth makes you think I'm mad at you? O.o And as for the "He went and…" stuff, the entire poem says he. Yet Raven and Starfire have died. It's just written as the original TLI poem was.

Kerr McKinnon- Good guess, but it's actually one of the Titans that were there in the beginning.

Coolcatjas- I told you my explanation wasn't very good! Your reasoning is very clever, though, and so I commend you for it. However, it is unlikely that Robin and Starfire are the only ones to have heard the poem before. It is a rather common poem among certain things, and a murderer would likely hear tell of it, it being of murder. I'd be careful about your assumptions. It's what's making so many of you fail to see the truth, resulting in such strange theories. Hilarious theories, but strange nevertheless.

xKazuko- All technicalities, they didn't find Raven's body either. But I suppose I just killed your theory, didn't I? Every single body was there, except for Raven's, which was burned at the beginning. Such fun, is it not? And as for your Aqualad theory, if his future self killed his past self, that would also destroy his future self…. He would have to kill his past self last and then he would die.

Raven-Fieryblack- WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU HAVE NO FEELINGS FOR THE STAR/ROB PAIR? DOES THAT MEAN YOU DON'T SUPPORT IT, OR YOU DON'T CARE? WHAT DO YOU SUPPORT, THEN? ARE YOU A RAE/ROB SHIPPER? AM I GOING TO HAVE TO KILL YOU? HOW CAN YOU NOT HAVE ANY FEELINGS FOR THE STAR/ROB PAIRING? IT'S THE ONLY SURE THING OUT THERE! I JUST SAW STRANDED AND MY FAITH IS REDOUBLED! HOW, IF YOU HAVE SEEN THAT (AND EVEN IF YOU HAVE NOT), CAN YOU NOT HAVE ANY FEELINGS FOR THAT PAIRING? -GLARE OF DEATH- Anywayz, about my Rileyandrews account, I THINK I fixed that. It just may go to my spam folder… crap, I gotta change that…. Remind me in your review! I'll TRY not to KILL YOU in the meantime….

White-foxx- I will leave you to your theories, but your death order is completely wrong.

xox.Annie Potter.xox- After this I'm finishing up an Inuyasha fic (finally, but it's time travel, so it's difficult) and then I begin work on "Spiteful Love" (I still haven't come up with a better name!) In case you've forgotten, that's the one where Robin and Beast Boy are trying to win over both Raven and Starfire. Because they're idiots. : D

SocialButterfli- o.o … I love you too? xD

Digital-Dragon-Master- What do I say to you? Oh, whatever do I say? After our pretty little conversation, the only thing left to say is coming up in the epilogue. In the meantime, however, simply enjoy how things turn out! And try not to get too bored being almost omniscient, okay: )

Mirage992- You just reviewed on chapter 4 with questions, but I figured I'd answer them here anyway. 1) If I told you that it would spoil everything! You have to use your imagination and guess. 2) I will tell you everything in the epilogue. Reading the Author's Notes helps sometimes. ; )

Mirage992- You have quite a lot of information on dearest Terra there. Whether you're right or wrong—whether that is correct information or false clues—you'll have to wait 'til the epilogue to find out!

Citrus02honey- Beast Boy used to be an actor? You learn new things every day…. And just for clarification purposes, they really did check to make sure Terra was dead. Starfire did it, like everyone else. Oh, and about your Hot Spot theory, clever. Very clever. You're all much smarter than I am, and that alone should answer your unsaid question as to whether or not it was correct.

TAS14- I sent you an e-mail already at the address on your account bio. Unless you put spaces in it in your review, however, I can't see it. Go look for yourself. Then in this review tell me again and I'll send you the e-mail. Again. Congrats on discovering the code!

Next chappie! Oh, should I even tell? It's quite obvious. The hunt is on. It's either kill or be killed, is it not? The only question is… who will be left? Or, really, one might wonder, can either of them murder their former teammate and close friend? Ah, read and you shall find out!

Thanks a mil for reading you guys! I love reading reviews too, so don't forget to, okay? -points at button- Push it. Now.

Riles