A/N: Yup. Next chapter is now. It's... odd. I'll have a summary at the bottom for anyone who didn't get it.

When Beast Boy reentered the room several hours later with Raven's lunch, she was still asleep. He set the sandwich and tea on her night stand in case she woke, and turned to exit once more. However, he could hear a soft voice coming from the opposite wall. An object in the corner of the room caught his eye. Moving toward it, he lifted the ancient mirror into his hands.

It glowed red, the familiar black hand emerging to engulf him. He had been summoned.

Upon his rather abrupt landing on one of the large floating islands which made up the majority of the land masses in Raven's head, he looked up to find a yellow-cloaked Raven staring impatiently down at him. He stood, dusting himself off, as she adjusted her glasses. Finally, she spoke.

"Been expecting you. Let's get moving."

She spun on her heel and marched off in the opposite direction. "Wait!" he shouted, catching up to her. "Why did you bring me here? Who-- Which one are you?"

"Knowledge. No more questions." she replied shortly.

The conversation, what little there had been, died. They continued in silence, Beast Boy noting the fact that they were about to enter a dimly lit corridor.

"Where are we going?"

"InnerWorkings."

"Where's that?"

"Frontal lobe."

"What's that?"

"Part of the brain."

"How's it work?"

Knowledge stopped and turned to him. "Generally, I'm a Facet of few words. I prefer thinking to actual speech. When I am forced by dire situations to make menial conversation, I minimize it as much as humanly possible. You are making that very difficult."

A red-robed Raven materialized beside Knowledge. She snarled at Beast Boy, stomping towards him angrily. "KnowItAll isn't allowed to get angry, so I'll do it for her. If you ask one more stupid question to which you needn't know the answer, I will introduce your eyeballs to your anus!"

Beast Boy blinked, rather taken aback by Hate's hostile display. "Didn't they, like, lock you up or something?"

"We did. Love broke her out." Knowledge continued to watch him blankly.

Now the green changeling was extremely confused. "But aren't Hate and Love, um, opposites?"

"Yeah," Hate growled venomously. "and also, unfortunately, very nearly joined at the fucking hip."

A violet-hooded head pushed up out of a vortex in the ground, arms following. "Hey there, everyone! I-- whoops!" She slipped back into the vortex a bit, and Knowledge reached down to pull her out. Hate just rolled her eyes disdainfully.

"Ah, much better, thank you SO much, whoever you are!" Love said delightedly, looking over Knowledge's shoulder. She then swiveled to look between Beast Boy and Hate. "Hello, who's here?"

Beast Boy blinked owlishly at the flamboyant girl before him. "Uh..."

"Don't mind her," snapped Knowledge, "she's blind as a bat." That said, she snatched Beast Boy's wrist and dragged him away from Hate and Love.

"What was that all about?" he asked, glancing over his shoulder.

"Opposites attract."

"What?"

"Opposites. In this world, the strongest Facets--like Love and Hate, and Peace and Chaos--are drawn to each other. Hate hates Love, and Love loves Hate. Really simple. Stupidity follows me around sometimes, too."

Beast Boy paused. "Wait... Love loves Hate? Is there some sort of... lesbian thing going on here?"

Knowledge turned and stared at him as though he were the most shallow, incompetent thing she had ever seen. "Ever had a sibling?"

"No."

"Ever had a best friend?"

"Yeah, Cyborg."

"Do you have the desperate urge to ceaselessly shag Cyborg?"

"Ew!"

"It's like that."

Another awkward silence, as Beast Boy followed Knowledge further along the corridor. The dirt beneath his feet became white tile, the walls turning from stone to spotless plaster. Fluorescent lights gave the entire scene a very sterile look, which Beast Boy found unnerving. Every five or six feet, a door interrupted the otherwise blank hallway. "Where are we now?"

"InnerWorkings."

"Which part? 'Workings' is plural, so I'm assuming there's more than one."

She blinked at him. "What do you know, the monkey can think. Yes, my morphogenetic anomaly, there are quite a few. The exact number is in my files somewhere, but to obtain them we would have to venture into my office. I'm afraid that would be rather tedious for you, as I am told that the unlearned find learning excruciatingly dull. Currently, however, we are in the Mental Hospital."

Beast Boy took a moment to decipher what she had said, and decided to ask Cy later what 'morphogenetic' meant. "You mean, like a sanatorium?"

"No," she said patiently. "I mean like a hospital inside the mind. A 'Mental Hospital'."

"Ah." he muttered, though in truth he didn't understand at all.

A Raven clothed in white robes with large red crosses on the cloak and hood bustled up to them. "Hello, dears. Who are you here to see?"

"Hello, Empathy," Knowledge said in an almost-friendly voice, "we're here to see Memory, if she's well enough for visitors."

"Of course. She regained consciousness just a while ago, and she's been very lucid. I'm sure she'd be happy to see you." Empathy strode down the corridor until she reached one with a gold nameplate on it. As Beast Boy had by now expected, it read 'Memory'. "Wait out here a moment, I'll announce you." The nurse-Raven slipped through the door ahead of them.

"Does she care for the whole hospital by herself?" Beast Boy asked, in awe.

"And then some." Knowledge replied, glancing back up at the door.

Finally, Empathy came back out. "Memory will see you now."

They walked in to see a Raven clothed in pale blue lying on a hospital bed. She gazed at them wearily, her eyes barely able to focus on their figures.

"Hello, Memory," Knowledge said softly, sitting on the foot of the bed. "I wish I could be more subtle, but Beast Boy needs you to tell him what happened yesterday."

Memory's eyes widened, and her already pale face was drained of any color it may have still possessed. "I-- I-- NO!"

"You have to, Mem'ry. What happened? What happened to Raven? What happened to the Victim?" Knowledge's voice was soft, but her tone was demanding.

Memory's body slackened, and her eyes gained a faraway appearance. "You won't see out here." She held out her arms to Beast Boy, gazing faintly at him. "Follow me."

The green changeling stepped silently over to the distressed Facet, taking her hands in his own. She sighed contentedly, and the room faded around them. It was replaced by a dark, cold, stone dungeon. The walls stank of mold and something detestable he couldn't decipher. A morbid curiosity overtook him, and he transformed his nose into a dog's. He took an experimental sniff, before jerking his head back and becoming fully human again. Blood. That was the smell: human blood.

"Disgusting, isn't it?"

He glanced over to see Memory standing beside him. She had one hand over her eyes, and the other over her nose. "I won't watch, and I won't smell. I'll just show you. Pay attention, I'm not doing this twice."

Immediately, Beast Boy returned his attention to their surroundings. It was only now that he noticed the people chained to the walls. There were three of them, each suspended about five feet off of the ground by manacles. A steady 'drip, drip, drip' sound told him that at least one of them was bleeding. Looking closer at the girl in the middle, he realized with a jolt that it was Raven. Her face was stained with tears and blood, and her fingernails were ragged from clawing at the stone above her head. Her hands themselves were purple from lack of circulation, and the dripping sound came from her direction. Raven's mouth had been duct taped shut, to certify that she wouldn't be using her telekinesis any time soon.

He could hear something heavy being dragged down a flight of stairs, and soon enough a young man was flung onto the stone floor. He staggered to his feet, one arm broken, staring around frantically. Beast Boy would have rushed forward to help, but he saw the man's gaze pass straight through him and knew it would be useless.

Slow footsteps were coming down the stairs now, and their owner appeared soon after. It was a girl, perhaps in her early twenties. Her hair was black and long, falling unkempt to her waist. Pale skin peered out from beneath it, and eyes the color of dried blood.

Her steps were slow and careless, almost casual. Even her clothes were nothing special: a pair of jeans, sneakers, and a tee-shirt. She would have seemed normal, if it wasn't for the small knife she was tossing effortlessly up and down, up and down, in her right hand one minute and her left the next.

The man staggered away from her, slumping against the wall. "Please... I-- I didn't do anything..."

She chuckled, as though at a shared joke. "Of course not. It isn't your fault at all. I just don't like your shirt. It's enough."

"W-Who are you?" he whimpered, shrinking back.

She cocked her head. "Good question. I don't know. I can't remember my name. I won't ask for yours, as I don't really care." The girl took another few steps toward him, and abruptly stopped tossing the knife. "I think we'll make this quick, okay? I have a date with this really cute guy in half an hour, and I'm gonna need a shower after this." She moved closer and leaned down to whisper to him conspiratorially. "Did you know that spit gets blood out really well? Only your own spit, though. Bit of a trade secret, actually. I'll have to fish it out of your mouth myself after we're done. Yuck! Not looking forward to that."

Beast Boy gawked. "She's going to kill him!" he yelped, staring at the scene in front of him.

Memory shushed him, having clamped her eyes tightly shut and moved her hands to cover her ears.

"Let's see," the girl was saying, "first off, that awful shirt. Where'd you get that? Remind me to set fire to their stock. Oh, wait. Sorry, I forgot. You won't be able to remind me. How silly!" She gripped the front of his shirt tightly, raising her knife to slice it open. "Oops! Nicked you a bit. Sorry. I meant to do the live autopsy all at once. Well, no going back now! Let's start with... Well, why don't you pick one?"

The man merely stared at her in open shock. He didn't struggle; she had him pinned to the floor.

She pouted. "No suggestions? Okay. I'll choose then. How about... Ooh, the large intestine is one of my favorites. If you're still alive when it's removed, it squirms a little while you scream." Almost gracefully, she dipped the blade into his flesh and began to slice him open down the middle.

Blood gushed out of him, like water when you squeeze a sponge. It coated the girl's hands up to her elbows, and sprayed up across her face and torso. The changeling dodged back as a pool of it blossomed across the floor. The lunatic grasped something inside the man's gut, and began to slowly drag a long, slick thing out of him. He cried out in pain, and then ceased, because sound hurt him. The silence was almost worse.

Had Beast Boy not already been quite an offensive shade of emerald, he would have become moreso at this grotesque sight. The girl removed the poor man's organs, one by one, carefully leaving them connected in all the proper places to keep him alive. He screamed and moaned, and thrashed so hard that she eventually chided him for his insolence and lashed his hands and feet together. It was then that she reached the heart.

Beast Boy heard Raven, who had been immobilized throughout by fear or exhaustion, give an anguished cry behind her gag. She was struggling, trying to reach her jailer and the tortured man.

"Well, this has been ever so much fun, really, and I've half a mind to stay here for more private-time with you rather than meet my date, but he's just SO cute, and I like him SO much. He's got this little flip to his hair, and gorgeous eyes. I'll just finish up this last bit and then go wash up. Thanks a mil' for the great time!"

Finally, emotions snapping within her, Raven's small body glowed black. Her manacles cracked and split, and she fell with a thud to the ground, sitting as limp as a rag doll. Now that she was closer, Beast Boy could see her condition more clearly. One of her wrists was broken, her fingers twisted at strange angles wherever there was a joint. One leg stuck out to the right, and a cut on her neck was bleeding profusely.

The homicidal girl in the center of the room stood and turned to her. "Tsk, the little bird got off her perch. Silly bird. Now I have to hurt you some more." She advanced on the still-gagged Raven, tossing her knife from hand to hand.

Lifting her horribly mutilated fingers to her mouth, Raven tore the duct tape away. She screamed in pain as her fingers were twisted even more freakishly around, but managed a cold glare in her captor's direction. She panted heavily, straining to stand and failing.

Fear flashed through the other girl's eyes.

"Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos!"

The girl's knife was plucked from the air in mid-toss, sliding effortlessly into the warm flesh of her neck.

Raven stood carefully, moving her small, broken figure over to where the young man lay. Carefully avoiding the still-connected innards strewn about the floor, she stared for a moment at his heart.

It had stopped beating.

An arm snatched Beast Boy from behind, and he turned to see a faint-looking Memory dragging him quickly away. The scene dissolved, and the hospital room reappeared.

"Enjoy your trip?" Knowledge asked, as Memory collapsed onto the bed.

"What was... How did... Why would... When..." Beast Boy was practically speechless.

"No questions just now. Only answers." Knowledge said, moving to Memory's side to pat her fellow Facet's shoulder. "Let's go to my office, no matter how boring. Memory's been through enough. I'll tell you everything there."

Knowledge led him back into the corridor, and through an unmarked door which led to a flight of descending stairs.

"Just a minute," Beast Boy muttered, pausing mid-step. "If Raven killed the girl, shouldn't that be the end of it?"

The yellow-robed Raven continued down as the stairs wound into a tight spiral. "That," she said softly, "I will tell you momentarily."

A/N: And now, Chapter 4 for Dummies!

Beast Boy: I am drawn into a mirror!

Knowledge: I use big vocabulary to make me sound intelligent!

Love: I am blatantly obvious symbolism! Surely this is very subtle!

Hate: I act like a horribly cliche angry teenager! Argh!

Memory: I am very frightened by Raven's past.

Beast Boy: I will now be shocked and alarmed by my crush's trauma.

Victim: I DISEMBOWEL! SURELY YOU ARE VERY FRIGHTENED BY ME!

Knowledge: And now, the dramatic end! I am very mysterious, no?