OK. I just wrote this and technically it is the rest of chapter three. As I said last time I hadn't actually finished ch. three but I gave it to you any way. And so now I'm giving you the rest. Thank you for all of the wonderful reviews, (even though I've only received two so far), and (because I'm being threatened) this chapter is dedicated to my beautiful, lovely, kind, generous, threatening, scheming, scary, evil, wonderful, and best sister Kirah A.K.A. ButterfIce2000 A.K.A. The Dark Empress. And now to Ch.4…

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With a glare sent in Raven's direction Marguerite stalked back down the stairs into the living room. As soon as Marguerite had returned to the living room all attention went back to Professor Kain and the Pennels.

" Mr. And Mrs. Pennel," he began, " since you have decided that you no longer wish to keep Rachael in your custody, all that I ask is simply that you sign a few forms effectively releasing her into my care rather than returning her to the orphanage."

He reached down and lifted a brief case that had been sitting on the floor next to him. Unclasping the fasteners he opened the case, removed a few crisp white sheets of paper, and held them out expectantly towards the Pennels. There was a silence broken only by the dull pitter patter of the rain outside before Mrs. Pennel spoke up.

" Why on earth could you possibly want that….that thing! It's been a burden and a curse to everyone who's taken it in. You can ask anyone! There is no one who's ever come into contact with it who doesn't think that life would be so much better if it'd never been born! Why to even want such a thing is absurd! It's own parents didn't even want it. Who ever in their right mind would possibly even consider taking in that little brat is completely insa-"

Mrs. Pennel was suddenly cut off as a loud CRACK! reverberated through the room. And then, the vase that had been sitting on the table between Professor Kain and the Pennels abruptly shattered, sending tiny shards of glass scattering over the table and onto the carpet. There was another ear shattering silence as everyone's eyes locked on Raven who looked horrified at what she'd done. The gazes then moved to rest on Mrs. Pennel who was sputtering indignantly her face becoming increasingly red.

"You…you WITCH!" she shrieked. "YOU DESTROYED MY PRICELESS VASE!"

Snatching the release forms from Professor Kain she furiously scribbled down her signature and thrust them at her husband who signed them just as hurriedly.

" Now GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! And if I ever see your rotten little ass again I'm calling the police!"

Trying to maintain a professional air, Professor Kain shut the now signed forms away into his briefcase and stood.

"Thank you for your time and cooperation Mrs. Pennel…Mr. Pennel," he said nodding to each of them in turn. Then to Richard and Raven, "Let's Go."

Both Richard and Raven wasted no time descending from the stairs and following the Professor to the door.

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The ride through Gotham City was quiet, save for the occasional comments passed between Richard and the professor. Raven remained silent, staring out the limo's slightly tinted window and ignoring the other two completely. Though her expression was one of disinterest and boredom inside her mind was racing.

She was finally free of both the Pennels and the hateful people she'd lived around for the past three years, but she had no idea what the future held for her. This 'School for the Gifted' that she was supposed to attend now was an entirely new and different atmosphere. According to Richard the school was attended by people like her. Those who were 'Gifted'.

Gifted? Ha. You are not 'Gifted' Raven. You are far from gifted.

Shut up.

Despite Richard's assurances that she would be accepted, Raven was doubtful. Her powers were dangerous as well as difficult to control. Because they were manifest mainly through her emotions, having complete control over her powers required that she keep her emotions in check. As a result she came off as cold and unfeeling.

The vase that had exploded earlier was a mistake. A stupid mistake. She'd become hurt and angered at Erin Pennel's voiced hatred when really everything the woman had said was true. Raven was dangerous.

Of course you are daughter. You have the destruction of an entire civilization to remind you of that.

It wasn't my fault! I was three! You took advantage of my lack of control.

Yesss. Your lack of control. Wonderful wasn't it! I could get out when ever I wanted. Could do as I pleased. Your 'lack of control' allowed me my freedom.

No! It wasn't my fault!

Don't lie to yourself Raven. It's not healthy. Accept your past. Accept your fate. Embrace it. And be what you were born to be. LET ME OUT!

Never. I'll never let you free. You'll have to kill me first!

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. Well raven my dear I don't think that I'll find that necessary in the future. Soon daughter. Soon…

Azerath, Metrion, Zinthos. Azerath, Metrion, Zinthos.Azerath, Metrion, Zinthos...

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So… uhh…yeah. I know this is a crappy chapter and all but I needed to get something out. I may end up changing this later on anyway but for now…

-D.F.