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Purgatory
Chapter Two: The Deal
Ghost:
1. The spirit of a dead person, especially one believed to appear in bodily likeness to living persons or to haunt
former habitats.
2. A demon or spirit.
3. A returning or haunting memory or image.
It was eerie, at first, when Raven couldn't hear the usual screaming of Beast Boy and Cyborg. Or the way Starfire would hum to herself as she made their usual breakfast.
She wasn't sure why it was so quiet, or why it was so dark. She also couldn't figure out why her body felt like thin parchment paper, or the reason why she felt as light as air.
It wasn't until she saw the tell tale light at the end of the tunnel did it hit her like a ton of bricks. She was dead.
The same ball of panic, that had haunted her underwater, returned with a vengeance. If she was dead, where was she now?
"Excuse me," Said a soft voice to her lower right. Looking down, she saw a small child, maybe three or four years old at the most. She had light brown hair and dark brown eyes and was wearing the whitest nightdress she had ever seen. The brightness of the dress annoyed Raven greatly; how she hated bright colors.
She also noticed the girl was staring, half interestedly, at her bikini. Raven blushed.
"Excuse me, Ma'am?" The girl tried again. "You're holding up the line." Raven blinked and looked behind her. A huge line was starting to form as everyone, all different sorts of people, were starting to shift with impatience. Jumping to the side of the girl, she watched solemnly as everyone began to walk past the two. Some smiled at them, but others looked just as lost as Raven felt.
"Are you Miss Raven?" The child asked, sweetly. Raven huffed with annoyance, but nodded.
The girl smiled and took her hand. She started to pull her in a direction the girl had obviously taken many times. As they walked, Raven saw a bright red light a distance away. She could hear screams of agony and horror as they passed the burning hot entrance and she couldn't suppress her shiver. They turned another dark corner, and Raven was lost in mere moments.
"Where are we going?" Raven whispered in her monotone voice. She wasn't quite sure why she whispered, but the place being as quiet as it was, seemed liked it'd be disturb from loud voices…even indoor ones.
Beast Boy and Cyborg would not have dwelled well here. She winced; would she ever see them again?
"Why, to see Saint Patrick of course," the little girl giggled. She then stopped and turned wide eyed towards Raven. Raven winced; those eyes reminded her sadly of Starfire.
"You do know who St. Patrick is, don't you?" She asked, unable to keep the awe out of her voice. Raven blinked, and then, shook her head no. The girl looked stricken.
"He's the Saint over Purgatory of course." The girl chided. She then turned around and started to drag Raven off again. The only thing Raven managed to think was who or what was Purgatory.
After a few minutes of quietness, Raven sensed they were getting closer to where they were going. The girl immediately started to slow down, and Raven noticed two large doors looming ahead of them.
"Is this where Patrick lives?" Raven asked tonelessly.
"Saint Patrick," the child said distractedly. She was busily straightening her dress and combing her fingers through her hair. She turned to stare at Raven with her big eyes.
"Fluff your hair; you look so dead." She said, meaning both implications.
The girl flashed a quick smile, and then, knocked on the grand door. The sound reverberated throughout the dark place. Magically, the doors slowly opened on their own, revealing the brightest room Raven had ever seen. That was saying something, since she had lived with Starfire, who craved bright flashy colors.
If you ignored the colors, it looked like a normal office you might see in a lawyer's or doctor's place of practice. There were deep brown chairs and desk, a filing cabinet to the left of the desk, and some exquisite pictures Raven would have loved…if they weren't so positive and content. Everything seemed to be trimmed with gold, and Raven had the strangest feeling she was being watched...
'It looks like this Saint Patrick makes good money,' Raven couldn't help but think. That's when she noticed the majestic figure sitting across the desk.
He was an older man, late sixties or seventies. He had white hair and a white beard that reached about the middle of his chest, and he wore a pyramid type crown upon his head. His light blue eyes were buried under a bushel of white eyebrows, and he had the kind of face that made you want to please. He wore a great green cloak that slung around his shoulders and was watching her carefully.
"You must be Raven." He said in a deep, thick voice. It caught her attention immediately, because she had always figured, if she had ever had a grandfather, his voice would sound exactly like that.
She nodded stiffly, uncertain of how to act around him.
"This is Aida Freeman; she's my assistant." The girl smiled at Raven and curtsied. "My name is Saint Patrick." He said formally and reached out his hand to shake hers. Raven blinked, she hated physical contact, but seeming as it would be rude, she tentatively reached out and shook his hand. He gave her a smile and motioned for her to sit.
"Thank you Aida. I'll call for you when it's time." He said in his soft, kind natured voice. Aida curtsied and went back out through the doors. They magically closed behind her.
St. Patrick straightened the papers on his desk busily, and then asked, "Have you never heard of Purgatory?" He tilted his head to one side and laced his fingers together as he asked her.
Raven shook her head no.
"It is the Catholic belief, that when a person dies, and they have not yet been cleansed from their sins, they go to Purgatory. There, they wait, until they've finally paid off their sins, and are then sent to Heaven." He stared at her gloomy face. "Aida still has another two hundred years to go, but I shall miss her when she's gone." He said mildly.
At first, Raven was confused. What did this have to with her? But then, she got it. They meant to keep her here and put her to work. She would have to pay her debt for, let's see, how many years until she would be allowed to go to Heaven.
"In your case though, we don't know where to put you." This caught Raven's attention. 'Why and where would they put her?'
"Since Trigon is your father, and he is a demon, that makes you half demon. But since your mother was human, and one of God's own, it also makes you half human. Now, what am I to do with a child who is neither demon nor human?" He asked her rhetorically.
Raven looked at the sparkling white floor. All this color was giving her a headache.
She shifted through the pain and tried to sort out the news she had been given. 'So, she was going neither to Heaven nor to Hell until they could figure out what to do?'
'That could take forever!'
"Thus, I've come to a solution." He said softly, startling her out of her thoughts.
"Technically, you weren't supposed to die until you were, let see…" he rummaged around his desk until he found a small yellow book. "Not until you were much older. Hmm, so naturally, we thought we had plenty of time to figure it out, but obviously not."
He stared straight at her with those haunting blue eyes and said, in a straight sort of way that surprised her, "I have a deal."
"A deal," She asked tonelessly, although inside, her mind was whirling.
"Yes, a deal. Since you are half and half, it is assumed, naturally, that you were to neither love nor be loved in return." He did not say this coldly, but stated it as a fact. Even so, Raven couldn't help the feeling of indignation and hurt. She pushed roughly back on her feelings, mostly from habit, and waited for St. Patrick to continue.
"Therefore, I shall send you back." Raven's eyes opened wider. "You are, Raven Roth, to go back to earth and find someone to love you, for all of you, not just your human side."
Raven felt happiness rise inside her. She'd go back and see the others. She was going to be given a second chance.
"But be warned, you will no longer have your mortal body. You shall be a ghost, spirit, whatever has you. Also, only certain people will be able to see you." He smiled a small smile that made Raven wonder.
"Oh, you also have a deadline," He said simply. "You have a month, and only a month." She opened her mouth, like a frog that had no tongue and was trying to find a way to catch a fly.
"A month," She asked, unable to keep the annoyance out of her voice. St. Patrick nodded.
"How am I supposed to find love in a month's time? Do you know how hard it'll be?" She asked, raising her eyebrows. "Well, for me, it'll be ten times worse than that."
The Saint just smiled. "I'm sorry. I don't make the rules…I follow them."
Raven very well doubted that.
"So, let me get this straight: you want me to go back to earth as a ghost, find love in a month's time, and make your life easier? What do I get out of this?" She asked hollowly.
Truthfully, there was something she wanted out of this deal.
"If you find someone to love you," he said unlacing his fingers and leaning onto his elbows so that his eyes were level with her own. "I'll allow you to return to the living and live a full life." Raven's heart lifted.
"That is, if you can find someone to fall in love with you. If you don't though, either in agreeing with this deal or not finding love in time; I'll have to send you to Hell."
He smiled, as if this thought didn't spoil his mood whatsoever.
For Raven though, that was the last place she would want to go.
Rubbing her eyes with the back of her palms, she tried to process all of the information she was given.
She could do it…couldn't she? Either way, at least she'd be able to see her friends and give them a proper good bye.
"When do I start?" She asked, incapable of keeping the hope in her voice.
He smiled. "Good. I'd hoped you'd accept." He then stood, revealing his full height and outfit.
It looked more like a dress or a skirt, but it was a beautiful gold that matched his surroundings perfectly. She almost suspected that if he hadn't been wearing the cloak, he would have faded into his environment like a chameleon.
"Aida!" He called out. Again the doors opened unassisted, and Aida came skipping back in. Her face was flushed, and she looked as if she had been up to something. She smiled when she saw Saint Patrick's face.
"Come on, Miss Raven." She said, holding out her head as if she was the adult, and Raven was the child. Raven obediently, though grudgingly, took Aida's hand and followed her out of the office.
"Good luck Raven!" Saint Patrick called out cheerfully. "Remember, you only have a month's time!" Then, the doors closed slowly upon his encouraging face.
Raven rolled her eyes. How she could forget that, she thought sarcastically. It was the only thing that was plaguing her mind.
"I got you something." Aida said, tugging Raven's arm so that she'd hurry.
"What is it?" Raven asked, only half interested. She was only thinking about going back. What should she do first?
"Well, that thing you're wearing really is…" Aida stopped walking and looked Raven up and down. "…Scant." She finished lamely. Raven blushed.
"You're only four, what would you know?" Raven stated crossly, defending herself. Aida shook her head.
"I'm a hundred and four, thank you very much. Besides, that's not the point. The point is this." In Aida's arms was a bundled up object. At first, she couldn't tell it apart from her dark surroundingsbut Aida's pale arms helped outline the cloth.
"What is it?" She asked hollowly.
"I'm surprised you don't recognize your own clothes." Aida giggled, and unfolded the cape and leotard. Raven brightened instantly. At least, this was familiar.
"Is there someplace to dress?" She asked, giving a suspicious look around. Aida smiled and shook her head.
"Look all around. It's dark; who's going to see?" She turned around and waited until the sound of moving material had shifted back into silence.
"That's much better." Aida said, after turning around and giving her an approving look. She then grabbed Raven's hand and started walking again.
"Where are we going now?" Raven asked, trying to keep the nervousness out of her voice.
"We're almost there. Be patient." She said softly. It was true. After only a minute or so, Aida stopped and turned to look at her.
"You won't see it." She began looking in front of herself. "But there is a huge pipe like thing in front of us. Once you're ready to leave, you'll just step forward and drop into it. You won't feel yourself slip into the mortal world, but you will be back."
She shrugged at Raven's confused glance. "I was just telling you to warn you beforehand." She said simply.
Aida then smiled innocently at Raven. "Do you have any questions?" She asked simply.
"What about my body?" Raven asked her voice monotone. Aida looked down at Raven's body, and then, blinked.
"Your mortal body, well, you're going to have to work fast so that they don't cremate or bury it!" She said. Raven's eyes bugged out.
"Don't worry, Miss Raven. They won't have buried it so soon. It's only morning there. Quite early in fact…it's just a little past midnight. It's been a day since your passing." She said conversationally.
Raven looked sick, and shifted nervously from one foot to the other. "How are they supposed to see me?" She asked her voice not quite as hollow as before.
"Oh, you'll have to figure that out on your own." Aida said, smiling a small, secretive sort of smile. Raven immediately recognized it. It was the one that Saint Patrick had been wearing. 'What was with those smiles?' She wondered to herself. 'Did they teach that here or something?'
"You'd best get going; do you have any other questions?" Aida asked, while looking her over.
"Am I going to end up back in the lake?" Raven asked, incapable of keeping her eyes from widening in dread.
Aida shook her head no. "Not at the lake, you'll end up in the Tower; your room I believe." Aida started to rock to back and fourth on the balls of her feet, she looked bored.
"I'll come see you in a bit." She said, softly, as if she knew how nervous Raven was. "I'll come tell you how long you've got left, and help you. I won't be able to stay long though. You'd better go now; after all, you only have a month."
Raven rolled her eyes, like she didn't all ready know.
"I have one more question." Raven said boldly. "What about my emotions? Do they exist anymore?" Aida smiled a small smile.
"They exist, but they won't affect you as bad anymore. When you were alive, you had more life force and power, which made you stronger, and in turn, made your emotions stronger." She crossed her arms and tilted her head, smiling.
"Being dead, you won't have any life force. Being a ghost, you'll only have a little. Ninety percent less than what you'd have if you were alive. Thus, it'll take very big emotions for something to happen. Though, even then, it would be small, like glass breaking or a cup floating." She then shifted nervously.
"You'd best be going now; I'll come see you when I can."
Raven nodded, and bravely, though she knew it was an act, she stepped out where Aida had said the tunnel was. She felt as if she had walked through a fizzy barrier, and an invisible wind blew forcefully through her hair.
"Good luck, Miss Raven!" She heard Aida cry, as her eyes were forced shut, and her body tilted and unbalanced for a moment. Her head felt like it was swirling, twirling, and twisting inside her skull, before everything came to a shocking stand still.
Tensing her body, she slowly opened her eyes, and felt relief fill the pit of her stomach.
She was back in her room.
Looking around, she realized everything had been the same as it was when she had left it. Her bed was still unmade from her quick departure. Her books all lay in a neat row on her old bookcase. Even her dirty laundry, which lay in a pile by her desk, was uncared for.
She was happy that everything lay unchanged.
Her eyes instantly searched for her Azarathian mirror. It was exactly where she had left it. Slowly, she walked towards it. Her legs felt like jelly, as if she had been out on a boat and was walking on still land again.
Once she was in front of the hand mirror, she reached down to grab it, and her hand slid easily through the metal. She blinked and tried again, and again, it went though.
'I'm a ghost,' she thought. 'No body.'
Feeling immensely stupid, she levitated herself a few inches off the ground, (she thanked God that at least levitating still worked) so that she could stare at her appearance in the mirror. She blinked owlishly when she could see nothing. 'Yep,' she thought, 'no image.' She had always wanted to see if that little rumor was true.
Lowering herself to the ground, she realized that her feet actually didn't touch the floor. They more like, hovered just above it. Dimly, she realized that there must have been a force that kept her from actually touching things in this world.
Sighing, she decided to go find the Titans. If she only had a month, she had better go and find out who were the ones that could see her. She walked over to her door, and experimented by sticking her head through it. Realizing that she wouldn't get stuck, she slid the rest of her body through, after her head. Then, she headed off for the main room.
She blinked in surprise when she reached the living room. It was oddly quiet. So quiet, in fact, she was sure she could hear one of Beast Boy's mouse friends chewing on a piece of cheese, which he was sure to have left out for them.
Only three of the four Titans she expected to see were actually sitting there.
Moving closer, she saw that Starfire was huddled against Robin's listless form. Her whole body was a shade paler than its normal color, and her eyes were blood shot and red. Robin didn't look any better. His face was pale and he looked a little green around his mouth. Both were not taking her death well.
Cyborg was sitting across from the two. He was staring lifelessly at the door she had just come through.
None of them noticed her.
She sighed. How was she going to get them to see her now? She was just about to see if she could work herself into an anger, to break some glass, when they began to speak.
"Do you believe Beast Boy will be alright?" Starfire asked, turning to look at Cyborg.
Cy shrugged sluggishly. "I don't know. If you ask me, it seems like he's taking this harder than he did with Terra's death." The three froze at the mention of Terra, but shrugged off the feeling.
"He has not eaten anything since the picnic…" Starfire began, and then, trailed off at her loss of voice; it was too hard to think about the picnic.
"I think he might be going though the five stages of grief." Robin said softly.
"What is that?" Star asked, turning to look at him.
"The five stages of grief are usually the ways a person will express their pain over a loss. The first is denial, then anger, bargaining, depression, and then, finally, acceptance.
"I think Robin's right. Beast Boy may be going through it." Cyborg agreed.
Starfire nodded, and they all lapsed into an uneasy silence again.
"Beast Boy was depressed over her?" She asked herself, shocked.
Quickly, she fled from the room, no one noticed.
Once she got to Beast Boy's room, she stood uneasily outside the door. What would happen if she wasn't noticed…then, who could help her? Pushing aside these thoughts, she slid herself through the soundproof door.
Then, she saw him. It was so dark in the room, Raven would have never had seen him if it weren't being a ghost. As a ghost, it seemed darkness was no longer a problem.
He looked horrible. His skin was a pale green, and his eyes were so swollen, they almost looked shut. She didn't know how he could see out of them.
He was sitting on his usual messy bed; a thick blanket had engulfed him and made him look like a bear sitting in a cave that was far too small for him. She couldn't tell if he was cold, but she very well doubted if he was.
Like the others, he didn't notice her, but stared straight ahead in the direction of her room. 'Was it true,' Raven wondered. 'Was he in a depression?' It sure looked like it to her. She suddenly felt a prickling feeling in the back of her eyes. It was just a tickle at first, but then, it began to beg for her attention and began to sting even more. She blinked quickly to push them back, but it only made it worse, and a few tears slipped down her cheek.
She jumped as a loud knocking sound broke through her train of thought. Beast Boy flinched, but didn't move or say anything. Someone slid open the door; it turned out to be Cyborg.
"How are you feeling Beast Boy?" Cy asked in a soft voice, as if he'd snap at a loud noise.
Beast Boy didn't say anything, but managed to move his head slowly in Cyborg's direction, until he was staring at him.
It was while he was doing this that he gave Raven hope.
As he had turned his head to look at Cyborg, his empty eyes had passed over Raven. Instead of turning to keep looking at Cyborg, he stopped and stared in her direction. He blinked at her for a moment, and then finally, managed to turn towards Cy. He stared solemnly at him.
"Are you hungry?" Cyborg asked, shifting uncomfortably from Beast Boy's gaze. There was a moment of silence, and Cyborg sighed. "We're going to go to bed now; we'll see you in the morning." Cyborg waited a few more moments, and then, left the room, sliding the door shut until a soft bang could be heard.
Beast Boy waited until Cyborg's footsteps faded before he turned to stare at Raven. They watched each other for what seemed like an eternity, before Beast Boy's face crumpled and tears filled his jade eyes.
"Why are you haunting me?" Beast Boy hissed softly, his voice chocked with emotions.
Raven forgot she had a voice; she forgot everything as she heard Beast Boy's pained filled words. She knew it'd be hard, to come back and watch everyone that she cared for, mourn for her, but now she was just beginning to realize how hard it would truly be.
Slowly, she walked over to Beast Boy, her feet going straight through the pile of clothes that were thrown carelessly onto the floor. Beast Boy had buried his face in the crooks of his arms, and his shoulders shuddered painfully from his sobs. She felt a few more tears fall down her cheeks. It felt out of place for her to be crying, and she knew the tears must be rusty looking.
She sat down next to him on the bed. Her body made no impression against the mattress, making her shudders slightly. Slowly, as if she were afraid he'd slap her, she lowered her hand just over his shoulder; the invisible force field keeping her from completely touching him.
"Beast Boy," she whispered, her voice echoing throughout the room. "I'm not here to haunt you." A few mores tears escaped her barriers.
"You are," his muffled voice replied. "I've seen you so many times, and you always say the same thing."
Raven was stunned, seen her all ready? Did that mean he thought she was a figment of his imagination?
"Beast Boy," she tried again. He turned to stare at her, his eyes widening. She pulled back slightly, taken back by his painful eyes.
"I'm not your imagination BB." She hoped using his nickname might snap him out of it. Out of habit, and forgetting she no longer needed to, she sniffled and tried, embarrassedly, to wipe away her tears.
He stared hard at her, unnerved.
"Beast Boy, when Terra died, I was the one that made sure you ate, and you had a shoulder to cry on." She said softly, hoping he'd remember. "I told you I'd always be there for you."
"But you aren't here for me Raven!" He cried. In his frustration, he shot up until he was standing, and he threw off his cocoon of blankets. He paled further as the blankets fell through Raven's translucent form.
"You're not my imagination." He said softly, looking her over with fear. "In my imagination, Raven never cried." She nodded.
"What are you?" He asked softly, his eyes wide, innocent, and clear
"I'm a ghost," she told him tonelessly. The tears had faded from her cheeks. "And I need your help."
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Eva: Sorry sorry it was a mistake, please forgive a exhausted seventeen year old...okay not yet but in a week, okay actually six days, sigh, anyway. I know how you feel, I get cranky to. She my favorite character to! Sigh, it was sad to killer I felt so bad as I wrote her death, you have no idea. Thank you very much, I hope you liked this chapter.
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