Swiftly and silently, she ventured through the mob of thick trees. Her face, cloaked by shadow, gleamed in the full moon's vividness. Her thin, fragile body also gleamed in the moonlight, revealing a torn black leotard. Her long, pale legs came to a halt as she reached a particularly large tree. She stared shamelessly at her bloodied and cut arms and legs. She cautiously ran a finger over her largest wound on her stomach, wincing as fresh crimson liquid poured out of it. Nevertheless, she continued with her painful walk. Lifting her dirty-cloaked face, she stared into a nearby puddle of rippling water. She knew that he was close. An unfamiliar emotion spread through her body like a quick poison. She knew that she would have to find a place to hide, or she would most likely be killed. Her bare feet slapped against the muddy ground, making it hard for her to run. From behind her, a strong hand grasped her emaciated wrist. Her weak and bloodied body turned, but only to see the masked face she had hoped she'd outrun. He laughed at her feeble attempt to break free from his firm grasp. His unoccupied hand flew upwards and removed her hood. He looked into her fearful eyes. His fingers gently caressed her cut cheek, causing her to cringe. Quite suddenly, he pushed her onto the bark of a nearby tree. He grabbed her wrists, and held them high above her head with just one large hand. Tears leaked down from her eyes freely, but he merely grinned and leaned in closer to lick them off her face. Slowly, with his one free hand, he undid his pants and ripped off what was left of her leotard and cloak. He scanned and admired the many fresh scratches and cuts, which were layered all over her body. His eyes rested on the largest one, which was quite deep and still pouring out a crimson liquid which had always send him a excited feeling down his manhood. Without warning, he entered her with unceremonious strength, which made the girl yell. He quickly brought up his free hand over her mouth, grinning at the hopeless muffled sounds she was making. He continued to pound into her, each time with more force than the previous. Just before she would feel as if she would completely snap into two, he slid out of her; yet never releasing his left hand from her wrists which held her arms and hands above her head, nor his right hand which was clasped over her mouth. He felt rather pleased with himself and the beautiful work he had done on her. He finally decided to remove his right hand from over her mouth, slid it into his pocket, and pulled out a long black cloth, to which he tied around her mouth as a gag, therefore keeping her sounds muffled. With the same hand, he pulled out an even longer black cloth to which, with help from his left hand, tied it above her head, around the tree bark and around her wrists, so that her arms were still above her head and tied to the tree. He did the same with her ankles. He took a step back and admired her naked body, bound by her wrists and ankles, to the tree. He grinned as she squirmed but to no avail. He then beat her senselessly throughout the night, caressing the overwhelming amounts of lust and adrenaline that pumped through his blood.
At a time where nearly all should be sound asleep in their beds, a frantic young adult paced around a large room, checking what seemed to be a large flat screen television in front of him. Without warning, the screen popped on, showing a green little fellow with pointy ears. He spoke; "No sign of her, dude." Immediately after this peculiar boy finished his sentence, the image of him was pushed on half of the screen, dividing the images in half. The other half was now showing an image of a young woman. Her long, reddish hair lay behind her head and she seemed to have a rather strange looking outfit. She, too, spoke: "I cannot locate her". Soon after, the two images of the green boy and the Tamaranien princess were pushed to the side, separating the images in thirds. In the last third of the screen, appeared the face of what seemed to be a half man half robot with a red eye. He spoke: "No luck, either". The three odd "teens" showed sadness and a hint of fear in their expressions. The young adult, who looked up to the screen, revealing his masked eyes and oddly colorful suit, to the others. He, like the green one, the robotic one and the tallest one, showed bags under their eyes. In his turn, he spoke: "Well, keep searching! We have to find her, if it's the last thing we ever do. The most we know is that he followed her into one of Jump's forest. Star", he said, looking at the girl, "go check the forest to the north. Cyborg," he said, pointing to who seemed to be the oldest, "go check out the West, and Beast Boy," he looked toward the green lad, " the South."
"What about you, Robin?" asked Cyborg. " I will go check out the areas in the East. Titans, go!" and with that, the screen turned black once more, and the young man known as Robin shot off towards his motorcycle.
Little did they know that their friend was being tortured and massacred, her will to live slowly departing from her with every agonizing second that passed.
He had finally ceased. Finally. His veins throbbed and his delight increased with every glance at her. Her tears had mixed with blood sometime before. He smiled, as he looked down at her pitiful self. "I shall return. In the meantime, stay sweet my raven". With that, he disappeared in the chaos of enormous trees without making much sound. She could feel her energy running too low for her to escape because of her physical and emotional wounds. As she felt fatigue overwhelm her, she distinctly heard new, paced footsteps. She fought to stay awake. She couldn't tell what time it was, due to the many trees blocking out the sun and/or moon. Nevertheless, it was dark where she was bounded. She heard the footsteps again, fearing that HE returned so soon. She squirmed through her bounds but without any success. Her head hurt, her naked body was practically covered in blood. The footsteps were closer and suddenly stopped. She could make out a figure…. but she wasn't quite sure of whom it was yet. "Raven?" she heard the figure whisper. At once, she knew who it was. It was her leader, and he had found her like this. Weak. Pathetic. In the distance she heard another set of footsteps approaching. But this time, she knew to whom they belonged to. She managed to sum up a bit of her black energy and chanted her mantra in her mind. A weak black hand sprouted out of her, pushed Robin behind the nearest tree and paralyzed him temporarily. She did not know how long her magic would bound him, but she hoped it would be long enough for him not to be noticed. From where Robin was temporarily imprisoned, he had a semi clear vision to Raven, and wondered why she had done this. His questions were soon answered as a masked villain he hoped he would never see again emerged from out of nowhere. He stepped over to the crying bloodied girl and kissed her cheek. He drew a knife and stabbed it in her left arm. He removed the blade from her arm and licked the blood. Raven cried, tears of pain and blood fell from her eyes. "You taste so delicious" he said as he stabbed the blade in her right thigh. Her eyes widened at the pain, as she felt her warm blood run down her leg. He licked the blade again. "Mmmmm" he whispered in her ear. He stabbed once more, but this time in her lower abdomen. This wound bled strongly, and hurt the most. Raven cried harder than ever. All he did was smile. "Ain't over yet, my sweet," he murmured as he suddenly dived into her, pounding hard. She felt dirty, and the feeling of shame grew larger in her as she knew Robin must have been watching. The villain continuously pounded in and out of her fragile body, mercilessly recommencing again and again. When he finally decided to stop, he backed away a few steps and watched with fascination what he had done. The girl in front of him was no longer the solid, unbreakable Raven he once knew; but a frightened girl, naked and bound to a tree, unable to break free, blood covering almost her whole body, bloody and salty tears running down her eyes. His job was complete. "Goodbye" he whispered in her ear. He removed her gag, but as she was about to scream, his lips were crushed onto hers in a bruising kiss. He could taste blood on her tongue. He broke the kiss and quickly tied the gag around her mouth once more. And with that, he turned to leave but halted.
The witch's spell then broke, and the boy wonder, eyes wide behind his mask, ran towards the villain with nothing but rage leading his fists and kicks. But he was imprudent, and the villain ceased his opportunity well. He kicked Robin hard in the stomach, causing him to double over. He kicked him once again, and landed near another tree. The villain once again ceased an easy opportunity, and tied his stomach and chest to a tree directly facing Raven. "Why did you not tell me he was here?", the villain said, sounding enraged. She responded with shakes of her head, more tears falling. "Let her go you sick bastard!" bellowed Robin. "No…I shall do even better" he said. He walked over to Raven and untied the gag around her mouth. He drew another dagger and pierced it in her left arm. She screamed, from pain, despair and shame, tears running like waterfalls across her face. "Hear her scream, watch her die" he spat, looking at Robin. The villain drew a long sword and stabbed it in her lower left stomach. He did not remove either of the blades. She screamed yet again. Her blood was flowing out in dangerous amounts now. He pushed the long blade further in her, and left, loving the agonizing screams that pierced through the forest. She couldn't control her tears or her pain. She wanted to die. She hoped that this pain would end soon. When she dared to look at robin, all she could see was he staring at her, in utter disbelief, on the verge of tears, with his mouth slightly opened. He struggled through the thick ropes, his hand managing to link with a birdarang. He cut the ropes and ran over to Raven. He pulled the short dagger from her arm. With difficulty, he pulled the longer blade out of her stomach. More blood poured out. He then carefully untied and placed her gently down on the cold grass. Raven painfully brought her legs up and hugged her knees. She was very cold. Robin gently bend down and handed her his cape, which she wrapped herself in tightly. He called his 3 remaining teammates and informed them to come to his location to pick them up. After he closed his communicator, he patted and hugged her while she cried. "I'm so sorry", he whispered.
It seemed like hours before the rest of the team got to them. Starfire, Cyborg and Beast Boy, sensing the mood was tense, remained in the car, as Robin brought Raven to it. Cyborg drove quite slowly; Starfire remained quiet in the passenger seat. BB sat near the car door next to Robin, who sat next to Raven. She sat with her knees up to her chest, her arms around them. She still had his cape on, trying to hide her tears from her friends. The amount of shame and disgust she felt was indescribable. The car ride back to Titans Tower was long and silent. All that was heard was Robin's hand gently rubbing Raven's shoulder and her soft crying. When they arrived at the TT, Robin transported Raven to the medical room in his arms, noticing how light she was. However, he did also notice the large amount of blood that was covering not only him, but also the seat in the T-car and the tower's floor.