Disclaimer - When you notice that Titans East was destroyed, that would mean I finally did own Teen Titans.

Chapter 15: Torin

It was midnight, and still the Titans had no idea where the captures had taken Scorpio. Ever since she had fallen into that boy's trance, ever since she had left them...it all seemed like it happened a million years ago. But it didn't. It had happened only hours ago, and Raven cringed at the things the Libran Lord would do to her.

There was something that Raven could, probably should, have told Beast Boy. She had many other books on Saphiria, and many books dedicated to the Scorpions, on her dusty shelves. But they wouldn't be of much help to him. They were not magic, merely history, and the only one about the Scorpions that he would actually want to read was written in Saphirian. But there were other things too. Things that would lift the curse, things that would have been easy for her to get...other things...

Another Scorpion Book she had was magic, one written by Scorpio for Scorpio, her journal that only Beast Boy and Scorpio would be able to open.

Beast Boy was unaware, and now he was on his upper bunk, looking out the window. He couldn't sleep, not now, probably not until they found her. He knew he needed rest, but he was afraid. Afraid of what his dreams would bring him, but excited all the same. If he had no dreams tonight that would mean they had killed her, and if he did have dreams then what would they mean? Would they even be important?

Beast Boy heard a quiet knock on his door. He transformed into a kitten and jumped down, transformed back into a person and then opened the doors. It was Raven, holding about 13 books piled high infront of her. She walked in, her purple bath robe trailing behind her, and set the books down on Beast Boy's desk. "We have to talk," she said sternly to Beast Boy, who wore his confused expression on his face.

"About what?" He picked up one of the books on top, one with a brown, leatherish cover and a red metal lock. Raven snatched it from him and set it aside.

"About Scorpio and where she could be right now and whether or not we can sav her from the Libran Lord and Slade," she said quikly, pushing the books over and searching through them.

"But they took her communicator, and everything...she might not even be in this dimension anymore..." He said, looking at the locked book. "And what's that? Why can't I read it?"

"I don't want you too, not yet. It's Scorpio's journal and it should only be used as a last resort," she pulled it up to examine the cover. "It might not even have much information in it anyway. Just thoughts and feelings," she said, smirking at Beast Boy for reasons unknown. He was staring at it wide eyed, almost drooling.

"Well...well...well...we should look at it first then, you know...It's uhm...a first person resource. It would be the most useful," he said, reaching for it. She held it up.

"Not yet," her smirk disappeared. "That's a direct invasion of privacy. It's not fair. Even if they were to kill--" She stopped and swallowed. "Just...not yet."

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The red headed gaurd had told his other red headed friend to come over. He was not an apprentice, but he was of Saphiria. She could tell. When he reached the cellar he looked at their prisoner and his expresion changed from a stern line to a smirk.

"You got yourself a Scorpion, Torin?" He asked the red headed apprentice, who Scorpio guessed was Torin.

"Aye. Two of them actually. One of the devils is working for the master." Torin took another sip of Saphirian wine and passed a bottle to his friend.

"Jet, is it?" His friend popped the glass bottle open and looked at Scorpio, arms abover her and ankles still chained in rust, and then smirked again. "Heard that them Scorpions were nothing but child bearing machines," he said to Scorpio, smirking again.

"Scoit au bess ya shyster," she said to him loudly, looking him in the eye. His smirk disappeared and he turned to Torin, who was still drinking his wine.

"Did you hear what she said to me, Torin?" He asked him.

"Aye. The question is, did you understand it?" Torin laughed heartily and stared at his dumbfounded friend. He had never learned Saphirian, there was really no need to. It wasn't even used in Saphiria, only in literature. "She said you're a dirty bastard and told you to shut up."

"I'll kill her for--"

"Cool down, Ralio. I'd be saying worse if I was stuck in a postion like that," Torin said, annoyed. He took another long gulp. Scorpio was shocked he was taking her side, especially against this almost identicale replica of him. "Besides, when Slade gives the orders we're shipping her back off to the Librans."

"For gold? What good would it do?" Ralio pulled a stool and sat down across from Torin. "That man's got 2 damn good apprentices that can rob any bank they want, and he's after gold?"

Torin shoke his head. "Aries Soldiers. He's after soldiers. With enough of them he can take over the city, and more probably. Heard he's getting about 4 million for both of them."

Scorpio heard every word, regretful really. Jet had served Slade well and now he was going to turn both of them in? She had told him. She had known. But Jet could be as stubborn as anything when he wanted to be. She guessed he wanted to believe. That when after everything was over, he would take her to a house on the Tavis beaches. That she would be able to see Nem again; she missed her so much. She had the urge to ask about her, but it wouldn't be wise.

"You heard that? Libran Lord is going to have a lot of fun with 2 Scorpions," Ralio joked. It was obvious that both were getting drunk, especially Torin, who was smiling awkwardly at the wall infront of the damp cellar. "Especially you." He smirked at her again. "Torin, open the cellar. We should have some fun before she goes."

Scorpio's eyes grew wide and she stared at him, pleading with her eyes not to open the cellar, to leave her be, to return her to her friends.

"Scoit au bess ya shyster," Torin told him loudly again. "There isn't a need to taint your insides or your sick desires with Scorpions." He threw the empty bottle on the floor and it shattered into millions of pieces. "8th house of the stars has enough." Ralio was disappointed. Without warning he shot a string of fire with his finger through the cellar doors onto Scorpio's left wrist chian, heating it almost instantly. Scorpio screamed with pain, a high pitched empty echo that shrilled her to the bone. She tried to wriggle free, but it was no use. She grimaced her teeth and shot him another glare.

"That's enough fun for one day," he told Torin, who was almost asleep. "Good nigh, Scorpion."

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Beast Boy was staring out the window, staring at nothing in particular and everything in general.

"You could help me look, you know," Raven told him, throwing a book at the back of his head.

"I want to read the journal."

"I'm not going to let you."

"We have no other evidence, Raven. If this is her journal, and it is a first person resource, we should use it. It makes sense."

"To you. You don't have a journal, you don't know how personal it can be--" She stopped, but Beast Boy had heard enough. She blushed and continued looking.

"So...you have a journal?"