Boots of black thundered across an eerie dungeon like place. Fists fueled by rage and fury punched the air. Blood-curling, yet lustful, images plagued his mind, however as more and more of these flashes flooded into his mentality; this only caused him only more sensations of rage pumping through his blood. How could he have been so careless? How could he have let her live? Her face…her body…her blood…she tormented him in every way possible, and the need to kill her arose once more. He thought of her… Yet he did not think of her out of love. No, certainly not. He thought of her out of pure lust. Lust…what close resemblances it had to love. Yet he knew it was not love. For love is beautiful and magical. Love is defined as two partners who seek each other, to fill one and other. But what he longed for…what he felt was not love. What he suffered from was none other than lust. He wanted her…he wanted her body and her blood, and most of all, he wanted her death.

He had finally set out for her last night…and gotten what he wanted. Well, almost all. He still did not gain her death. With her death, we would be satisfied. But, nevertheless, he had acquired her virginity, and had achieved in breaking her strong spirit. He was pleased that he had her at his fingertips. And he was even more so thrilled with the feeling of her blood and tears, and the scent of her fear. Every moment he spent, either awake or asleep, his mind raced of images of her and raced even more of ways where he could bring her to her death.

And then it just hit him. Like a massive tsunami that crashed down upon his skull. He knew what he would do. He knew what he must do. And he could not wait.

As the raven cried, she continued to feel her leader's soft, secure arms around her. Yet she knew that she was still very weak. She could feel the wave of unconsciousness loom over her as she frantically struggled to fight it away. But it was stronger than her. Darkness enveloped her sight as she just felt her wounds dampen.

As the boy wonder picked her up and placed her on the white bed, he felt warm blood run over his gloved hands. As he quickly reached over for a fresh role of bandages, he felt a circular object ring in his pocket. As he opened it, he saw his green-skinned teammate. This particular teammate showed fear and worry in his usual comical eyes as he spoke to his leader: "Dude, I think you should get here fast." Startled by the seriousness of tone his partner's voice, he responded: "I'm in the middle of something right now. Can it wait?" This only caused the green lad to become more agitated, and replied: "Hurry." and with that, the screen where they had been communicating on returned blank. Anxiety grew in the fearless leader's chest. He carefully replaced Raven's bandages, drew the cover over her, and rushed out to see what the uproar was about.

He knew that he would have to be clever. Very clever indeed. He made sure to take certain precautions before actually sending it over. He didn't want to make it obvious for them as he hade made it last time. He wanted to make sure that they would never find where he was hiding; not only for his sake, but also because he did not want any interruptions or any of them finding him when he was in the middle of an vital job. And such a job was very vital indeed.

He made sure he did not leave any fingerprints on it when he sent it.

He made sure it had no return address.

He made sure that it was securely in the parcel.

He made sure it was surrounded with the bubble paper.

He didn't want it being broken on the way there now, did he? He just simply wanted them to get his message. Not that it would change anything. He would still get her, weather they liked it or not. It was not their decision to make. Neither was it her decision to make. It was his. What he said went.

He had decided to intrigue them tremendously with what he sent them. After all, he could execute his plan perfectly without having to send it. If he didn't send it, they would have absolutely no idea what was coming. Or rather, what was coming for her. But he enjoyed much more the thought of their faces after they would listen and see what he sent.

The feeling of getting everything you want really pleased him. In the end, he would get what he wanted. He would soon get the girl. And in turn, he would soon smell her death. Consequently, when he would either show or give the titans her bloodied and dead body (he hadn't quite decided which he would do yet) this would emotionally bring the titans down. And then, with their spirits broken and corrupted, he would easily bring them down. Thus, he would effortlessly take over the city, or even the world. His glory would be eternal. So in the end, it was without a doubt in his mind, that he would soon get everything he wanted. A wide grin spread across his face from behind his mask. Soon, he thought, very, very soon.

Masked eyes grew wide as he entered the control room, only to see the remainder of his team all sitting and staring at a small, rectangular object that was set on the table between them. As he approached the table, he could see that indeed it was a rectangular object of some kind, yet it was still in its parcel. He understood now why the team had waited for him before opening the package. Green-gloved hands gently picked up the parcel and examined it. It seemed to be well kept. A stamp could be seen in the corner. In the middle of the parcel, a large white sticker had the titans' address typed onto it. "Friend Robin, this package is for you. Your name is inscribed on it." Indeed it was, as she pointed to where the words: Robin, Teen Titan, were typed. He also understood why the team seemed so intrigued by this parcel; none of them ever received mail. Ever.

Robin softly opened the parcel, and emptied its content. In the middle of several layers of bubble paper, lay a tape. Robin glanced at his team members. He walked over to the large screen, plopped the tape into the VHS, and waited. An image of a masked man, who was standing almost completely in the shadows, stood on screen. He spoke:

"Dear, dear titans. As you probably already know, I didn't complete a certain…shall I say…task of mine. But fret not, I will indeed complete it soon enough. I bid you good bye."

And with that, the screen went blank.

And all the titans mouths' were slightly open, as they were all taken aback by what they had just heard.