(Author's Note: Sorry for another update that took so long. Lots of make-up-work for school since I was sick, and it took me a couple days to finish, plus papers, etc. Anyway, hope you enjoy this chapter. First half will focus on the lately neglected Starfire, rest on Raven and B.B. Also, since most the Titans have no powers in their story (and yes, I'm getting to the Raven thing soon), Dick never became Robin. However, Bruce still became Batman, so you'll understand why I'm telling this in the chapter. Enjoy!)

Chapter 8:

It was night now, and Starfire was sitting alone. She'd hoped Raven would've called her today, but so far, no one had called. Dick called once, but for an even more depressing reason. Apparently, something came up, and Bruce wouldn't be available to take Dick. He had a butler for God's sake, why not let him take him. It must be his day off, or something, she decided on.

"Raven, you said we'd try to do something this weekend, or during the time we are suspended, so where are you?" Starfire asked the question as if someone else was there.

Strangely, she hadn't heard anything since their talk yesterday. Usually, they'd have talked about something at least three times more by now. Raven was never the talkative type, especially with the gothic lifestyle she was leading, but Star always seemed to bring out a couple emotions most never saw in her.

She looked at her clock. It was only around 7:00 p.m. Star picked up the phone, and dialed Raven's number. It was Sunday, so Raven's father (who was always so cheerful to Raven's friends, to cover up all the stuff he does to her) was home, and might lend a small bit of insight into everything. Then again, he might blow her off, since Raven was supposed to be grounded.

The line rang, but soon, a gruff, tired voice answered the line. "Hello?" Raven's father said.

"Hello sir. It is I, Starfire. Is Raven at home right now?" she asked kindly.

"Eh, she hasn't been home since Friday night. Little bi… Raven just up and left Friday while I was asleep apparently. She's probably just at another friend's or something. I'll tell her you called. Bye." He was very quick to hang up.

Star was a bit worried by the new info she had received.

"Raven…what's going on?" Star said quietly in the dimming light on her bed coming from the setting sun.

-xxx-

Alone in the darkness, Raven sat, thinking about her life, and why she never really told anyone about her father, and what he did. Starfire knew, at least some of it, but Raven was never sure if she truly understood. A crash of thunder brought her back to reality. She looked around in the darkened living room, realizing B.B. still wasn't back yet. Suddenly, something creaked nearby.

"Beast Boy, is that you?"

No response. Raven was a little afraid of what could be lurking in the darkness, but she tried to stay brave.

"Too many horror movies for me," she said, trying to sound brave as well as act it, "but that just means I know…what…to do in a situation such as those."

There was still no answer. A louder crash of thunder sounded outside, making Raven's skin crawl. Things seemed to get scarier by the second. Suddenly, she heard a low breathing. She turned towards the source. It was still to dark to see anything.

"Please, whoever you are, don't come any closer…please…"

In the next moment, Raven saw what would probably be the most horrifying image of her life. Lightning from the approaching storm flashed for the first time outside, illuminating the room. Raven saw it clearly now. Much like the widely depicted crucifixion, B.B. was nailed to the wall by his hands and feet, and blood poured down into a pool on the carpet. Under him stood a tall man holding a blood knife. She noticed B.B. also had a stab wound near his heart.

"Beast Boy!" she cried out in terror, just as the room fell into blackness.

Another quick flash of lightning illuminated the horrifying scene again, but this time, the man was turned around. Raven knew all to well who it was.

"Dad! Why!" she cried out.

He said nothing, and began walking slowly toward her. An evil grin stretched across his face. He suddenly began to cackle maniacally as her came ever closer.

"No," she sobbed silently, waiting for the end.

Suddenly, her eyes darkened, and a black aura surrounded her body. A look of shock crossed both her and her father's faces as she rose into the air. Raven let out a cry, it was painful, almost worse than any she had felt before. Tears streamed down her face, and she screamed in torment from whatever was happening. As she screamed, the darkness radiated from her, building into something powerful and dangerous. She couldn't stop it, and upon feeling a new wave of pain, the blackness burst out in an explosion of power. Then everything went white.

-xxx-

Raven sprung out of her sleep. As she did, somewhere in the house, Beast Boy's dresser slammed into his wall mysteriously. Raven sat up on the couch. The images plagued her thoughts, and the pain, the searing pain, could almost be felt by her now, even if it never existed.

Raven looked into Beast Boy's room. He was there, asleep (somehow), even after dresser occurrence.

He looks so peaceful, she thought to herself, looking at him sleeping, thinking about how much a happier life he must have had to be the way he was.

Suddenly, a crash of thunder made Raven jump. She turned around, and saw the kitchen lights still on, as well the hall, but the living room was dark. After her dream, she was a little afraid to go in there, especially in a storm. She heard the soft patter of rain on the roof, and decided, just this once, what she was going to do. She stepped into B.B.'s room, and slowly crept up to his bed. He was rolled over to the right side of the bed, snoring lightly. Raven lifted up the covers, and climbed in next to him.

"Goodnight," she whispered softly, and snuggled close to Beast Boy.

-xxx-

It was a downpour as Officers Terry Phillips and Jason Omahundro drove down the streets, looking for any signs of the girl described to them.

"So Terry, what kid of guy lets his daughter run away, and waits two days before calling us?" Jason said, deep in thought as his partner tried to concentrate on the road.

"I don't know, but it's none of our business as of now, I suppose," Terry answered him.

In Jason's hand, he held a picture of a shorter girl, with very pale skin, and purple-blue hair, wearing a black bodysuit and a short black skirt. He looked down at it, wondering why she would run away. She looked happy enough.

"It's late," Terry said, checking the clock, which now read midnight, "Lets resume tomorrow. We'll go pick up some coffee, and head back."

"Alright," Jason said, and stuck the picture into the glove box of the police car, and stared out into the dark, rain drenched streets of Jump City.