A/N: OK, Super important you read this! X's mask is DIFFERENT in my story, just a little. The Skull reaches only down to his nose, leaving his mouth uncovered. OK, I am so sorry this chapter took so long, but it was a PAIN! It took me three days to figure out what word to use in one particular scene…; That was horrid! Anyway, I hope you enjoy, please don't kill me!
Shout outs:

Squeegee: So glad I was able to move you with the story, but don't blame Robin, he's had a time of it as well…Eventually I'll work into telling his part…He's a bit confused though, the letter is the only thing he really knows about what is going on, which drew him to certain conclusions… Anyway, thanks for Reviewing!

Hanita-chan: There shouldn't be much of a delay between chapters, after this one, I'm going to be writing in school now too…Heh - And, highly unfortunately, as my school is really under-funded, and our band teacher refuses to acknowledge the color guard's existence, we weren't able to have a winter guard. trying not to rant Run down of season- Director left two high schoolers with two weeks to put together a 30 page show, drill included. Then made us change it the night before our competition. Next year, we are going to have a winter guard, even if it kills me.

Chisaiakutenshi : Luff as always, my tangible-ness friend, thanks for giving me a reason to write (for fear of life) and thanks 'specially for reading and reviewing and helping…and stuff.

Windup: I must say that I love to get constructive criticism, and anyone who thinks I can improve anywhere should mention something, I thrive off it, heh. The next few chapters will be going through and answering most, if not all of the future questions, showing everything that has been omitted for various reasons.
Also, I'm really not sure how long this is going to be, for I haven't really any idea what happens between now and the final chapter (of which I am sad to say I know where all of this is leading). I am really starting to warm up to this piece, more than anything else I've ever written. Not altogether sure why, but there is something about it that I really enjoy, both to write and to share with others. Thanks so much for your great reviews, I'm always looking forward to your opinions on my work!

Ebony: You proposed an interesting question, and I suppose I ought to answer truthfully. I'm an ex-cutter, big emphasis on the ex portion of that. Not to mention I also am interested in PSS, post-traumatic stress syndrome, and other trauma related mental illnesses. So aside from studying them in my free time, I've also had a bit of experience with the 'voices'. I don't promote cutting, but I'm beginning to think that it is quickly becoming a rite of passage for the youth of the nation, which worries me. Anyway, thanks for the interest, and I'm glad you enjoy my story!

Exuberant Zee

Warning: This story is rated R for a reason, this chapter exhibits Language, Adult themes and implied rape.

Disclaimer: No. I just don't.

Wicked

Requiem of the Damned

-
Drowning deep in my sea of loathing
Broken your servant I kneel
It seems what's left of my human side
Is slowly changing in me
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"Look Raven. I'm going to give you one chance to come clean, got that?" The boy wonder sat silently across the table, his mask staring blankly back at her. His hands were folded before him, jaw set and lips prim, reeking of authority despite his current condition.

His eyes, hiding behind that vacant mask, boring into her as she glared pointedly away.

Silence.

"Raven."

"…"

He stood, arms tensing as he pulled himself away from the table.

"Fine. You want to keep hush hush about it? Leave."

"Wait…"

He watched her silently, still in the dead air.

"But you have to promise." Something was wrong, her voice quavered, violet hair falling to hide her face.

"You have to promise me Robin, you have to swear." Slowly, she turned to face him, blood shot eyes glazed with tears meeting his own.

"That you won't say a word." The emotion had died in her voice, leaving only a shallow echo.

"I promise."

-
"You remember last September,
when we split up to look for those gang guys?"
"Yeah"
"Do you remember how…How you found us?"
-

"Raven…Wake up…" Something brushed along her cheek, pulling softly on dried blood. "Raven…" Brushing down over her lips, catching the bottom of her chin. Something warm caught her lip.

"…nhh" Pressing, insistent, warm air fluttering over her face. Her head was throbbing, her arms and legs caught and useless.

Slowly, she began to open her eyes, the darkness abating, trying to find her bearings.

"You know, Raven…I'm disappointed in you…"

Squinting through her violet hair, she sought the voice in the shadows.

"I used to think you were the strongest, as you so desperately wish to have the world believe. I used to think that your heart was just as cold as you are, your mind stoic in the face of life's many…eventualities… But you know, I've been watching you, Heart, I've been watching you." There was something so familiar about that voice, the chilling metallic tones emanating from the darkness around her.

"And I've come to realize, you are weak."
A silent gleam caught her eye.

"Pathetic, Accept it. A halfling-bastard is all you'll ever be." He began to laugh, a low, dull, thick sound.
She felt dazed, her tongue hanging dryly in her throat. How did he know?

Above her, a light flickered to life, burning her eyes. Hissing through her teeth, she finally saw her aggressor.

X.

He stood above her, arms possessively on either side of her head. She glared, a small smile crawling onto her face, he would pay.

"Azar-.."

"Ah, ah, ah.." He called, a cold glove pressed against her lips. "I'm afraid that your powers are…temporarily out of service…" He lifted her chin with his finger, watching passively as her stringy violet hair fell away from her face, her breath running steam up his white mask.

"You see, I've been in touch with your Father…Or, his disciples, rather, and, apparently, you Demons just can't hold your Atropa belladonna…"

X chuckled softly as he waited for her to decipher the Latin term.

"Apparently it disrupts the extra-sensory powers you have, works on most super-naturals to disable or paralyze."

"Nightshade? You fed me Nightshade?"

He rested his chest upon hers, tracing his tongue along her neck.

"Not just you, Love." X whispered, savoring the sweat on her neck.

"W-what do you mean?" Raven found she could no longer hold face as her breath hastened. She struggled to turn away from him, desperately trying to remember what had happened. Grazing his teeth over a long cut on her neck, Raven arched her back, whimpering as tears sprung to her eyes. He pressed her against the wall, nipping at the edge of her ear. His breath sighing through her hair, the white metal skull that covered his face burning icily into her cheek as he rested a moment.

"I've brought along your little green friend…"

His hand stole down her front, tracing over her uniform, stirring aches in her wounds. Raven moaned, grief and pain wearing down the last of her barriers.

"You sick fuck…Where, where is he?" Rasping, she tilted her head back, his touch made her sick, he would pay.

"He's over there," X's voice had begun to change, his breaths becoming labored as he tried to steady his hands.

Tethered to a wall across the room lie Beast Boy, his limp form silent and still, one arm drawn at a strange angle. The only thing that betrayed the sense of death about him was the swift tick of his eyes. She could see the swelling in his face, blood caking on the side of his head.

"Gar!" Raven began to thrash violently against her bonds, ignoring her screaming muscles and dissipating strength. X held tight as she lashed viciously about.

"You bastard! What did you do to him?"

"Ooh, temper, temper, my dark little bird. I've done nothing to the Imp…He is suffering from a temporary paralysis from an…Adverse reaction to the Nightshade, I suppose, nothing I can't fix, as long as I get what I want."

In the corner, Beast boy managed to moan weakly.

"Raven…Don't…"

"Oh god…" She could feel the tears now, dripping over her cheeks, the salt burning into her tears. "Please…"

Beast boy had rolled on his side, eyes flickering madly. He was having a seizure.

"Raven…You have to make a decision, right now…

"After everything they've done, everything they've said…Every thing you have sacrificed for them, everything they will never know…Who will you choose?

"Its you, or the boy…"

"Raven…no…" The changeling cried, face twitching madly though his body lie still beneath him.

Bowing her head, the tears fell freely, soaking what was left of her uniform. She realized vaguely, she had lost her cape. Her hair was caught before it could hide her face, X watched her behind his placid mask, a smile forming on his lips. He pulled her chin up softly,

"Raven…" Crooning, she could feel the weight of Beast Boy's eyes, she could feel his guilt.

"Just give me what I want…And everything will be alright…"

She began to sob, wishing she could curl up and die.

"Give in…Decide…"

Raven moaned, her whole soul screaming softly.

Turning her head away burrowing her face in her arm, she whispered

"Please…just don't hurt him."

"Raven…" Hands slipping down her chest, playing with the fraying cloth and broken skin. His breath hot on her neck as he pressed against her.

"Raven…" She could feel her world slipping away.

"Nhggg…Raven…"

-

Silence.

"Raven…Oh god Raven…I'm so sorry, I-"

"Stop. Just stop. I don't want your pity, I don't want your sympathy and I don't need your commiseration!" Black tendrils seeped from her eyes, licking across the table as her anger sought release.

"Raven, I-"

"You don't understand." She pulled her hood over her face, hoping to conceal the new set of eyes forming on her head. "You'll never understand." Her voice changed, its usual dead pan forgotten, in its place lie something dangerous and quiet.

Robin reached out, leaning over the table,

"Make me understand."

In a moment Robin found himself pressed against the wall, pinned by her body and secured by her powers.

Her fingers raked down his chest, sliding against bruises and tearing the cloth as she bit the lobe of his ear gently.

Gasping, he tilted his head back, unable to stifle a small moan.

"You know…I could show you Robin," Her hands began to sink lower down his stomach, their light persistence making him arch his back from the wall, seeking freedom from the light torture.

"But I have a little hunch," speaking in no more than a whisper, she ground her hand into his dick, relishing as he shrieked, lost between pleasure and pain.

"That the lesson might be lost on one such as yourself." Her tongue slipped over his ear as he tried to regain his composure.

Red eyes still glowing dangerously beneath her hood, she backed away, a grim smile playing on her face.

Panting, the boy was dropped to his knees, gaping silently at the girl before him.

"Raven…" Voice cracking, he fought to keep his mind.

Winking sinuously, she turned, passing through the wall.

He supposed the rest of the night was planned for him,

"Shower. Long, cold shower."

-
Looking at my own reflection
When suddenly it changes
Violently it changes
There is no turning back now
You've woken up the demon in me
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A/N-sweat drop- I am so sorry for how long this took to write! But its 4 pages! This was delayed for two reasons, one -paternal units were bickering, two-End of the semester! Er…ok…R&R please! Who is on the 'Zee lynching posse'? I'd love to know! 'Cause I'm drawing a picture of my death squad.

Also: I swear, there is a reason for the above scene, even if they are a bit...lime-ish, ok? If you are wondering why Raven did that to Robin, You're going to have to guess, I refuse to just say it! Now, before you get mad, consider how her emotions are split up, they're pretty straight forward, right? And there is usually only one out at a time. Now,what emotion(s) were above?Dun-dun-dun!