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NOTE: Everyone is now referred to normally.

Chapter 18: Bleed

Part 1

Mad Mod had forced Raven in front of him to retreat off the island when a large wave of empathy overcame her. She stumbled a bit in the dew washed grass as the foreign emotions raked through her defenses.

There was something like suffering, confusion, hope…not to mention a few she wasn't entirely sure of their names. It had come strongly from behind her but Raven hadn't the chance to find the victim.

The second she had stumbled Mad Mod was on her, gun wavering dangerously and his glasses tilted precariously on his nose.

Control Freak was in front of her and he swung around quickly at some noise behind them. She could see his bewilderment and then shock…

There was a familiar swish of wind and something metal tore between her and Mad Mod. The British man screamed something fierce and another gun shot exploded through the varying silence.

Raven had half turned when something clipped into the back of her thigh. Immediately she knew it had to be where the bullet had landed. Gasping, she clasped a hand over the wound feeling the slippery substance begin to seep through her fingers.

Mad Mod was whining just beside her. Her eyes flickered up just a moment to see the man grabbing desperately at his hand. A lovely metal bird-a-rang protruded out of the flesh of his hand. That would have explained why the bullet hadn't gotten her where the man had been aiming for.

Carefully she sat down, pulling her legs in front of her so she could hold both of her hands on the wound on her back thigh.

Mad Mod had run a little ways off, still crying about his precious hand, a blood trail following him.

Robin hadn't meant to hit him with the weapon. It had been his intention to hit the gun and have it flung from his grasp.

The Boy Wonder had arched his arm back swiftly to throw it with his normally perfect precision.

He had forgotten however the pain that would rise up from that movement. His natural instincts fought his trained ones and before he could release the bird-a-rang it had changed course nearly a fraction of an inch.

It made all the difference in the world.

Raven was bleeding now, crouched down on the ground with her eyes tightly shut. Control Freak, who had turned around just as he threw the device was now advancing on him.

His weapon was raised in one hand and pulled another from somewhere on his backside. Robin didn't have the chance to breathe before the first one shot off.

It wasn't a bullet as he had been expecting. Instead what burned into his shoulder was a red laser.

And then he recognized the weapon from the evidence room.

Robin fell to his knees once more. Control Freak had fired the gun off once more, but missed as Robin had dropped.

That was the signal for the other three that had been held at bay.

Starfire rushed forward with enough fury on her fingertips to light the night to day. In flight she was the first to get at Control Freak.

She took a good swing at the man and he in turn was thrown back a fair distance. There was a thud when he landed and Starfire charged after him once more.

Cyborg ran over to Robin to quickly assess his wounds. The tin man flicked his hand at the changeling who transfigured quickly into a triceratops and charged after Mad Mod. The European man didn't even seem to notice the dinosaur as he grasped his hand to his chest and moaned.

Cyborg cursed blackly, the red laser had nearly broken through his shoulder to the other side. "All the muscle tissue is broken." He observed, hauling the younger boy up. Robin's fingers on that hand tingled unpleasantly and he gritted his teeth against the pain.

"Rae-" He managed to sputter.

Cyborg shook his head. Beast Boy appeared next to him a second later as a tiger, Raven clutching to his fur. She was still trying without much luck to keep her hands on the wound.

Beast Boy's green fur was already soaked in red. Robin felt so sick seeing all the blood. His was already soaking through his uniform and sliding down his skin…

"Rvn.." He tried to speak again, his head swirled around the situation. Was she okay? It was all his fault…

The guilt was settling deep into his stomach and mixing in with the sickness. Before he could help it Robin had leaned over (still much supported by Cyborg) and emptied what was left of his stomach into the grass.

All around were sounds of gunshots and star bolts. Occasionally a cry would cross the waves of the air.

Robin's vision was getting spotty when his sickness was done with. His legs wobbled underneath him a moment and then gave out.

Cyborg made sure to catch the boy before he fell. He motioned to Beast Boy to follow him quickly. Raven groaned and dug her nails into the green cat's fur.

Cyborg had never seen so much blood…

Starfire hit him. She tore and threw him and raged on. The Tameranian had never felt such a rush for destruction, she had never know such a reason to fight.

Control Freak wobbled on his feet. His face was beaten bloody and bruises and punctures were already raising on his skin from the star bolts.

Starfire was taking a beating of her own as well. Control Freak may have been out strengthened by the girl, but he hadn't kept missing her for long. The laser weapon had already cut off a chunk of her fiery hair, cut at her clothing and left grazing marks on her arms and legs.

There were bleeding in places, but it did not slow her attacking. If anything, it created a vengeance feeling that was foreign to such an innocent girl. In her mind she kept seeing the shots at Robin, Raven being lead away. Her friends, her only friends about to be stolen away from her by the evil they had been warding away all this time…

She tossed another star bolt and moved her arms carefully to reflect the next laser shot with the blood red bobbles on the back of her hands.

As expected he took fire upon her, only one shot clipping her boot.

The girl narrowed her eyes and made a quick spin in the air before turning to dive at the villain.

Control Freak let a small twisted sneer crawl like a slug onto his face. His hand moved quickly to a smaller gun he had just slid on the waistband of his pants.

With a slimy-ness that could only be copied by the foulest human beings, he whipped out the pistol and aimed it at an oncoming Tameranian princess.

Cyborg laid Robin down on one of the cleaner tables as Beast Boy tried to move Raven to an adjacent one. She was still conscious, though her eyes were looking rather faint. The mystic collapsed onto the bed, a red spot around her leg began to bloom on the white sheets.

Beast Boy resumed his human form in time to hear Cyborg cursing and stalking to the back of the room to a refrigerator type thing.

"Raven… what blood type are you?" Cyborg was reluctant to ask.

"None that this world would have." Her answer was muffled. Cyborg knew he should have started a blood bank for the aliens and Beast Boy. Their blood types were bound to be unique.

"What about Robin?" Cyborg called, unlocking the front of the refrigerator.

Raven searched her memory, resisting the meditative sleep she could feel her mind pulling her to. She had seen inside Robin once, now what was that blood type? That sleep was getting closer, it wanted to swallow and save her.

She shook her head. "I… I don't know."

The tone was different, it made Cyborg twist around to look at her. Raven collapsed back unconscious.

A gargled sound of annoyed frustration came from Cyborg as he grabbed a bag of blood labeled O. Beast Boy backed out of the way, biting his lip and worrying.

"She looks to be meditating though." Cyborg noted a little relieved in that assumption. If she could repair her own wounds, even just a little, he wouldn't need to worry about her odd blood type.

He moved to Robin's bed quickly and set the bag down. "Beast Boy, I need peroxide, some gauze, paper towels…" Cyborg trailed off already grabbing the tubing required to transfer the needed blood. He took a moment to feel for a pulse. Beast Boy scurried off to retrieve the items.

It was faint, but still there. He hooked the bag up to the stand upside down. Oh, he hoped this would work.

Cyborg didn't have a lot of experience in that area. Sure, he had read about it and all. He was, after all, the one to go to for any kind of medical advice. But reading about an operation and performing it were two entirely different things.

Beast Boy brought back an armful of gauze and paper towers, he carried a bottle of peroxide in each hand. Cyborg cracked his knuckles feeling a deep pattering in his chest.

"Shall we try this nurse?" Cyborg raised an eyebrow to his furry partner. Beast Boy swallowed the lump in his throat and looked at Robin. He didn't look good at all…

Oh man, this chapter really pulled me out of my writers block/slum. And yes, I did research blood transfusions. It's short because it's in 2 parts… but this was too tasty a cliff to pass up.

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Praise and love as always to my beta Sara Cabbage Patch.

-Dragonslayer527