A/N: Yay! Chapter 5 is upness! I want to thank everyone who reviewed, my tangible friends, Kri and Manda for helping me write this chapter, and my teachers, who gave us a no homework Friday!
Special shout outs:
Windup, thank you so much for the advice, and I'm taking it all to heart. Though the strange thing I've found is that there seems to be no way to keep the indents in. I've tried everything and at last decided to give up. And I am planning on writing a flash back chapter, next chapter, actually, which should go to solving a lot of questions. Thanks again!
Squeegee, Yes, the writing motions will continue, they cannot be stopped! I'm glad you like the different idea of Beast Boy, I just couldn't imagine him without a serious, more intimate side. Thanks so much for reading and reviewing!
Hanita-chan, You'll be happy to know the next chapter is going to be longer, probably quite a bit longer, in fact. And on the color guard note: I don't really recall competing with WGI, what do the initials stand for? Also: My body is located on the west coast, if that answers anything, heh.
And to everyone else who reviewed my story: Thank you so much! The support makes writing go a lot faster! I couldn't get to all of your names, because fan-fiction is being all weird like, and my e-mail host is doing likewise, but I luff you all!

Zee is tired.

Disclaimer: If I owned the Teen Titans, Raven would have 'sploded Terra. I also don't own the lyrics…how sad, I think they belong to Marylin Manson, or the people who made Willy Wonka… one or the other.

Warning: This story is rated R for a reason! Cussing and other adult themes for this chapter! Muhahahaha!

Wicked
My pet

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There's no earthly way of knowing
Which direction we are going
There's no knowing where we're going
Or which way the wind is blowing
Is it raining? Is it snowing?
Is a hurricane a-blowing?
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His hands were bloody.
He could feel it slowly soaking through his gloves, seeking to mark him, again.
Jump city had never seen such brutality, never seen such blatant disregard for human life.
None of them could have been prepared for what they had found.
Bodies lie mangled amidst the ruin of the street, husbands clutching wives, women clutching children even in death.
At first, it had made them all sick, unable to look into the blank eyes of those they carried from the rubble, but soon they could feel themselves grow callous.
Cyborg and Star stood aside of the chaos, morose and silence, both staring blankly at their leader.
For six hours they had not spoken a word as they watched him slowly go about gathering the bodies as they tended to the wounded. And as the last of the people cleared away, they saw him sitting by the piles of body bags awaiting removal. His face was covered in grime and blood, he seemed to take no notice.
"Friend Robin?" Star called, her hands were tired and red from wringing, eyes weary and sad, she looked so much older than she had this morning.
It seemed the Boy Wonder had finally ceased his work as he kneeled before the dead, arms hanging limply upon the ground.
"Rob?" Cyborg stood, even the human hybrid was exhausted mentally and physically. Both titans approached their silent leader, looking for instruction in the face of this tragedy.
They could see now that the soot was slowly being washed away by tears.
"Robin!" The alien cried, throwing her arms over her head and rushing toward the crumpled boy.
"No Star." There was a strange note in his voice, "Just…let me be."
Starfire looked hurt, her face contorting in misery. Robin was usually so gentle with her, understanding she still had much to learn of Earth culture. In the face of everything that had happened today, it seemed that such unintended cruelty was too much for her, as tears filled her strange green eyes.
"Star," Cyborg spoke again, as softly and slowly as possible, hoping to repair some of the damage done by the chill tones of their leader, "Why don't you head back to the tower and clean up, ok hon?"
He could see Robin slowly pulling a letter from his pocket, its edges tainted red with the blood caking on his gloves.
"Yes, I believe I would like a shower." Star said, her voice flat, suddenly devoid of emotion. He glanced over at her, the tears that had threatened a moment ago were gone now, her eyes clear and empty.
Slowly, she floated away, her red hair trailing off into the distance.
"Robin?" Cyborg turned back to the other Titan, who seemed to have scarcely moved. Now, the letter lie open before him on the ground, looking small and white against the blood and pavement.
"What is that?" Crouching at Robin's side, he began to read.

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"Raven!" The small set of speakers in her room blared, pulling her from whatever semblance of sleep she had managed to ascertain.
Growling into her pillows, she pulled herself off the bed, fastening her cape as she entered the hall.
"Raven!" The speakers buzzed in the halls, one exploding after receiving a dark glare from the gothic Titan.
"This had better be good." Murmuring drowsily, she walked into the briefing room, wondering what was going on.
The door slid shut behind her, a lock ticking somewhere deep inside its gears. Turing apprehensively, she noted all the doors seemed to have been shut, and more than likely locked.
"Umm…What's going-" Before she could finish her sentence, Robin had her by the neck, pressed against the wall.
Choking, she kicked at him as he pushed her slowly upwards, leaving her feet to dangle as she pried at the hands around her throat. The white ovals of his mask could not hide the heat radiating from his eyes.
"Azarath Metrion zynthossss…" Raven wheezed, throwing the boy across the room. He landed lithely on his feet, as she fell gracelessly to the floor, stunned and helpless.
"What the hells the matter with you!" Raven screamed, three couch cushions exploded in a flurry of feathers and plush.
"What's the matter with me? With me?" His voice cracked as stood across the room, squaring his small shoulders.
"This is what's the matter with me, bitch." He pulled the letter from his pocket, she couldn't be sure, but it seemed it was caked in blood.
It was then that she realized what condition he was in. The legs of his suit had been ripped severely, his cape hung in two pieces, its blaring yellow ashen, his face and mask were splattered with blood and soot, clear only where tears had poured over his cheeks.
He walked over to her, suddenly very small in the open room. His steel toed boots clacked upon the floor as he neared.
Raven pressed herself against the wall, sweating, breathing shallowly.
"R-robin…Don't come any closer…" He stopped, only a yard away. She could see new tears streaking his face, tracing down his set jaw line. He threw the letter at her, watching as it landed a few feet before her.
Raven glanced from the letter to him and back, afraid to move.
"Just read the fucking letter." His voice was quiet now, all the fear and anger had been replaced by a cold complacency.
She stirred slowly, fearing whatever had caused such a rage in her friend.

My Dearest Raven,

Oh how I've missed you, my dark pet. You see, I've been thinking about you lately, I've been thinking about out time together. It seems lately I can't seem to keep my mind from wandering back to you. You know they can't give you what you need, Raven, but I can.
Have you told the others about our little romp, my love? You should. Its been nearly a year since we saw each other, though I've been watching you, precious, I've been watching you very closely. I know what you do late at night Raven, you really shouldn't do things like that to yourself, its so very unpleasant to watch, though I must admit, its so very…lovely to see you cry.
Tell your green friend to keep his distance, we wouldn't want anything…regrettable to happen to him, now would we? Can't be leading him on, that wouldn't be very lady like.
Oh, and do tell Robin that I say hello, it has been such a very long time.

Scrawled at the bottom in a crimson tone and curling longhand,

Forever,
X.

Raven began to retch, her breakfast turning sour as she looked at the name at the bottom of the letter, too proud to cry, to scared to run, she buried her face in her hands.
Gauging her reaction in silence, Robin looked on coldly.

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Not a speck of light is showing
So the danger must be growing
Oh, the fires of hell are glowing
Is the grisly reaper mowing?
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A/N: Ok, shortest chapter by far, I'm really sorry about it! The next chapter is going to be a flash back sequence, written by the end of tomorrow, proofread and then submitted! I just couldn't find a way to move on after this part, heh. R&R as always, I'm looking forward to whatever thoughts you guys have on this chapter, and where the story is going!

Nearly dead Zee