The Demons Within

Summary: True evil doesn't really die! After the battle with Trigon, Raven's emotions are unstable and Rage is released. Raven then attacks the Titans sending them all to ICU. Raven is then put into a mental institution.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Titans. They cost too much!

Chapter 1

She sat huddled in the corner of the pure white padded room. Her arms forcefully wrapped around her body in a defensive hug. Her knees were brought up to below her chin and she rocked backwards and forward. Her eyes wide open and her pupils dilated. She would look right through you. You are an enemy forged by her greatest foe, the demented mind she drowns within. The nothingness that encompasses her only amplifies her foe's power. When a white-clad warrior enters the realm of nothingness, his face resembling familiarity yet his actions show that he is possessed. Does he not understand the evil that he serves?

"Get away!" she cries out, her voice choking. But her efforts are in vain. The white-clad warrior's face shows compassion, yet his body keeps advancing. The warrior pulls out an unusual yet familiar weapon that holds liquid within, and jabs her in the arm. The liquid enters her body and her foe goes berserk. The hands of evil grip her tightly and she is pulled into the darkness of her foe's lair. The blackness encompasses her till the white nothingness is gone. She's lost to the warrior and her foe again.

Her eyes flutter open; she was back in the realm of nothingness. She sat in her corner rocking backwards and forward, till another warrior clad in white, entered, he was tall, had no hair and had hard brown eyes, the familiar warrior right behind him. She cowered in retreat. She wouldn't go back, she couldn't go back. The never ending darkness was tormenting. The secrets it held. The darkness held demons bigger and scarier than the realm of nothingness. She makes small intelligible sounds. The darkness beckons. She doesn't want to go back. It scares her.

They hand her paper and she automatically grasps the pen that is offered. She runs the pen along her wrist, cutting deep. Thick crimson liquid spills from the wound. She creates pain to draw her back to this world. Away from the memories that are cascading behind her eyes, the images of her friend placing a drill to his temple, driving away the demons, the image of another friend screaming at her when he sees something to remind him of the demons that may be haunting her mind now.

The warriors stare, observing her behaviour. They cannot understand. They choose not to understand. She stares into the distant corner of the room. Unnerved, the warriors try to see what she is seeing. They cannot, they will not for the demons are after her.

She scrambles further into the corner as the brown eyed warrior steps forward.

She drops the pen and the look of panic on her face causes the warrior to halt.

The pen lays there. It is enshrouded in crimson that is distinct in the whiteness of the room.

The warrior bends. He picks up the pen and paper and backs cautiously out of the room as the subject begins to mumble again. They shut the door leaving her and her demons, alone…beckoning her.

The warriors are talking. She can see them through the small window. She cannot hear them.

Hesitantly she unfurls herself and moves slowly and quietly towards the door. She can hear mumbling. Small sounds she cannot understand. She does not realize she is the source of this sound.

The images flash across her mind images of fire and blood, torment and pain. Calling her to the recesses of her subconscious, allowing her to relive the death and pain she has witnessed till the reality blurs and these images haunts her waking hours. The screams of pain drown out the comforting sounds of the servants as they move about in the corridors outside of this padded prison. She is alone…once again.

This chapter will seem a bit confusing, but all shall be revealed in the next chapter.

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