Insaneiac: So I get my hands on Emotive (A Perfect Circle CD) and now I can't get the songs out of my skull. The single darkest album I've ever listened too, and that is saying something. So, one of the sets of lyrics may or may not have found their way in here. Not a song, pray say, but just a line of lyrics. A line of lyrics, and a rather hard written scene derived from roughly my favorite poem ever.

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The Ubermann: Well, as far as it matters to Beast Boy, he most likely believes Slade to be telling the truth.

LadyMaundrell: I'm glad you like the pair…it kills me on the inside to write. Hope you like this chapter.

Alexnandru Van Gordon: The three words refer to "Hello Beast Boy" said by Slade at the end of chapter 3. Glad you love it. I figured you would like seeing me take a break on making Robin suffer. No more spoilers for you, you'll just have to wait and read. Enjoy

TDG3RD: I'll say this much, if you don't know how I tend to write my stories, I'll say this. It's going to get worse.

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billy: Comon… where is the fun in that. You think this is easy? I love Beast Boy (Not like that Alexnandru!) and I am putting him through hell.

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Chapter 5: Quoth The Raven…

It took some time for Beast Boy to trembling and weeping, and all Raven could do was wait. She didn't want to rush him, or insult him, and she couldn't tell him it would all be okay, or that it was all a bad dream. All she could do, all she would do, was waiting for Beast Boy to calm down, to stop crying, and to get a grip on the cold reality that had just caught up with him. She couldn't even begin to grasp what Beast Boy was going through, or even what he was coming to terms with. What she did know was very basic, and very limited.

This whole thing had been a setup so Slade could instill his own brand of nightmarish fear in Beast Boy's already troubled mind. She could have gone into his head and try to help him out, but in honesty she was scared as well. She had no clue what was going on inside his head at that time. She could do more damage than good, and hurt Beast Boy further. For all she knew, she could even kill him doing something like that.

And with all her power, she would not lie to him by telling him it would be alright. She would not say something like that when she herself had no clue what to expect around the corner. Beyond that, she knew telling him that everything would be okay would only provoke yelling from him. If it was one thing she knew from experience with dealing Slade, it was this: it was never alright until it was all over. Robin knew it, and almost wound up stuck forever. Terra learned it, and died by it.

Now, regrettably, it was Beast Boy's turn to experience Slade's unforgiving grasp, and true to her words there was only one person alive that could possibly help Beast Boy avoid or, in the worst case scenario, survive Slade. Even if Slade didn't come for him, even if it all was just scare tactics to get to Robin, Beast Boy could not survive Slade on his own. He needed the help of the one person he seemed to fear the most.

Robin.

"Common Beast Boy. We've got to get back to the others." Raven uttered, in her steadiest tone available. Slowly, she helped Beast Boy to his feet, barely able to stand under his own power. It wasn't that he was hurt; it was that he just didn't feel like trying anything. He wanted to disappear, to run away, to be that insignificant and useless comic relief he made himself out to be. He wanted to hide beneath the covers of his bed like he did when he was younger, hiding from his mother when she brought the cough medicine.

To be frank, the one thing he wanted to do more than anything else was not exist.

Raven phased through the cave wall, Beast Boy in tow, and began to make her way back towards the rest of the team. She was going to have a hell of a time trying to explain not only Beast Boy's running off, but the injuries he sustained without setting off Robin's red alert. It would be no small challenge, she knew that. The fact that Slade's robots had been here had been bad enough.

'But God almighty help whoever tries to hound Beast Boy for information' Raven mentally raged, her eyes briefly burning red. 'God help the poor soul indeed…'

------ Robin ------

To say he was angry would have been a bit of an overstatement of all things. All things given, the leader of the Titans was more concerned about Beast Boy than anything. Anger was just what he was using to cover it up. When Robin was concerned about someone, he let his imagination build on the worst possible outcome. When Robin was angry with someone, he focused more on finding that person to give him hell.

Needless to say, Robin preferred anger over concern, at least for the time being. "Cyborg! Anything?"

"Raven is moving again. Coming right towards us…" Cyborg replied, looking at his arm computer. "Fact, they just ahead of…"

Cyborg couldn't even finish as Raven phased out of the cave wall, catching an off guard Robin and Starfire. Starfire jumped like a cat coming in contact with water, squealing like a scared girl scout and hiding behind Cyborg. Robin just flinched slightly, trying his best to pull off his usual strong and reliable act and denying that Raven had just scared the ever loving anger out of him. And beside her, supported by Raven, was Beast Boy. A rather beaten Beast Boy.

"BB!" Cyborg yelled, running up to his best friend. He did nothing to hide the relief in his voice, as he ran towards his friend. His friend who was barely standing under his own power at the moment. Cyborg grabbed Beast Boy by the shoulders and shook him quickly, looking into the eyes of his best friend. It truly shook him on the inside to see the hurt hiding within Beast Boy's eyes. "BB…what happened?"

"He was ambushed by a group of Slade's robots… The old divide and conquer routine." Raven droned, smooth as silk. The lie worked easily on Cyborg and Starfire but not as well as it should on Robin.

"Then why does he still look okay…for the most part?" Robin replied, his voice unsteady. Raven was totally sure that behind his mask, Robin's eyes were screaming the message he refused to.

"He makes a point… BB what happened?" Cyborg replied again, Beast Boy sucking air in.

'Time to swallow my pride…' A long sigh escaped Beast Boy's lips, as he did his best to paint on his usual 'village fool' face and routine. "Nothing… I just tripped on a rock after I chased after a rogue Slade Bot dudes." Beast Boy said, his voice surprisingly steady. Raven felt herself twitch as she heard Beast Boy sacrifice himself a little more. She felt like slapping him and telling him off, telling him to stop hiding behind a mask of stupid grins and witless jokes.

That was when she heard Cyborg laughing, and saw him "pat" Beast Boy on the back. "I knew it! BB man, we need to work on your footing!" She would have killed him right there, absolutely torn him limb from limb for that, had Robin not adopted the look of someone who believe the truth. "You could have been really hurt Beast Boy."

"Yeah… you need to stop being so reckless and clumsy. One of these days, it'll end badly for you." Robin replied, sternly. Raven's eyes briefly flashed red, before she felt herself say something she had no control over.

"I am glad friend Beast Boy is not having a sleep in the ground."

A collective sigh came from the group, as Cyborg looked towards the rather clueless alien girl. "Starfire… its dirt nap. It's shorter and sweeter than… well than that."

A rock, a rather large rock, bounced off Cyborg's head. Well, replace bounce with slammed and large rock with boulder. Cyborg took a dive into the near by cave wall, and everyone quickly looked at Raven, who had adopted the look of someone almost angered by what just happened.

"Sorry… I let my emotions slip." Raven replied, smooth as silk. This time, everyone believed her. Even Cyborg believed her, who was busy pulling his face from the rock, and spitting out the gravel. Didn't precisely mean he was happy about it, and Raven knew that her "slip" had put him in one of his fowler moods.

'He deserved it.' She thought, lightly smiling to herself.

------ Titan Tower ------

The group got back late, bones and bodies aching quite badly. For most of the Titans, they had battle scars and bruises to gloat about, and despite his cover story, they all stayed away from poking fun at Beast Boy. Not necessarily because of the fact that Raven had lost control of her emotions briefly, but more or less because of his nightmares. None of them wanted to experience the layers of hell they had before. Beast Boy was among the few at the tower who really had, at least in their eyes, nothing to freak out about. He had very little to ever moan about, or to get depressed about.

Then again, not many of them knew the real Garfield Logan.

Who at the time was sitting in his room, sitting in a corner of his closet, reading a book that was given to him not five hours ago. He had no lights on, wanting to be left in the darkness that he felt he couldn't escape, using only a flashlight to read the words. It was a book of poetry, and he was reading a rather specific poem. One that he had stumbled upon by accident, with a name that caught his eye with ease. By all means, he would have closed the book had he seen it before the day had happened, he would have forgotten all about it and gone back to being the village idiot… but he couldn't escape the name.

"Deep into the darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before; but the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, and the only word there spoken was the whispered word, Lenore, This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!" Merely this, and nothing more." Beast Boy read quietly, his eyes darting from line to line.

Of all the poetry in the book, he had picked the only one that represented something to him, that reflected something within him. When his eyes crossed over the word Lenore, he saw Terra, when they slid across the raven, he ironically saw a combination of people. Raven, the friend that watched over him, and Slade, the menace that watched him. And then there was the darkness. The darkness represented nothing, and everything to him.

It represented the boating accident that took his parents away from him. It represented the people that tried to kill him, just for his parents wealth. It represented the people that would call him a menace to society, in the guise of protection. Most of all, it represented the deep and angry evil hiding inside him, biding it's time. And he was surrounded by it all… the eyes of his friend, the glares of the dead, the echoes of the darkness.

Yet it did something unprecedented. To any other person going through what he was going through, that poem would have disturbed them. To Beast Boy, it left him feeling relieved. It left him feeling as though someone else was suffering like he was, that he was not alone in it all.

"And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor shall be lifted---nevermore!" Beast Boy finished, closing the book and turning off the flashlight. A tear slowly trailed itself down his cheek, as she stood up to leave his closet, convinced that he was safe inside it. He opened it up, and walked out of it, leaving the book beside his desk, and tossing the flashlight onto the bed as he made his way to the door.

"And I thought you hated books…" A voice said from behind him. Beast Boy whipped around, almost ready to attack, when he saw Raven in the shadows. He may not have the awesome abilities and skills the others did, but he could see fairly well in the dark, not well enough to read, but well enough to see enough of someone to tell who it was.

"I was just… curious…" Beast Boy muttered. He preferred the dark right now. He couldn't bear to look into her eyes, to see what her eyes would be saying about him right then. "The title was hard to avoid."

"Why did you do that?"

"What?"

"Make yourself look like a fool in the mines." Raven replied, peering at him through the darkness. If he could have seen her eyes, he would have seen the care in her eyes.

But he couldn't. "They didn't believe you. I knew they would believe something like that." Beast Boy muttered, sitting down on his bed, facing away from Raven. "I'm Mr. Comic Relief after all. I'm just supposing to grim and bear it all."

A hand rested on his shoulder, soft and forgiving. "Beast Boy, You got to give them a chance to see the real you."

A sneer and a snort came in return. "And what would you know about the real me? No one has ever bothered to talk to me, or even ask about my past. Even Robin has revealed more about his past than me. For all you know, this is the real me!"

"Then why do you hurt as badly as you do now?" Raven replied, a spike of emotion tuned behind her usual tone. "Why do you need to hide behind the mask of a fool?"

Beast Boy lowered his head, as Raven finished he rebuttal. Why did it have to be her, of all the people, interested in his past? "I'm tired… I'd like to go to sleep." Beast Boy muttered, breathing in slowly. Outside the room he could hear Cyborg and Robin laughing at something. Probably at one of Starfire's attempts to apply earth lingo to her normal speaking routines.

A small frown rolled onto Raven's face. It was partly because of the laughter, partly because of Beast Boy hiding behind the guise of being tired. However, she had heard his voice, and heard beyond the usual Beast Boy tone, to something a lot steadier. Something a world more truthful than the emotional façade he hid behind with everyone else.

"Alright then." Raven replied, the caring gone from her voice, as business took over. She sat down on the bed, crossing her legs. "Turn around, and put your palms on mine." Raven muttered. Looking at his friend unsurely, Beast Boy finally did it, crossing his legs to mimic the pose Raven was in. "Now then, I want you to slowly repeat the same things I say. Okay?"

"Okay." Beast Boy replied, his voice slightly weak.

"Azarath…Metrion…Zinthos…" Raven began, her pace slow and her pronunciation flawless. She paused as she listened to Beast Boy repeat them, wholly expecting to hear him say something completely and utterly stupid. It would be the second time that evening he surprised her.

"Azarath…Metrion…Zinthos…" Beast Boy repeated, a little slower than Raven had been. A small smile crossed Raven's face, as she continued chanting the mantra, matching Beast Boy's speed until they were saying the mantra in tandem.

------ Winry's Lab ------

Lin Winry had been busying herself with the task of creating the collar Slade had designed for her. She felt like killing him before he had come in that morning, and then she had felt like slaughtering him after he left. The collar had taken a good form, and within the day he had given her to start, the shocking system had been completed. Regulating emotions was about half-way done, on paper, and she was utterly lost on how to make it control something there was only one of. No field testing, no test subjects, just gut instinct.

Gut instinct and the knowledge that Slade would torture her to no end if she failed. Slade may have been a very cool and calculated person, but failure angered him like nothing else. She had seen him angry before, both at her and others. She quickly learned that an angry Slade resulted in multiple broken bones, and a very painful day. She had suffered to no end one night, where Slade beaten her into an unconscious state, then threw her into his special little "dark room."

Getting beat by Slade was one thing, but the dark room was much worse.

Slowly, she pieced together mentally the little things she would have to do to regulate emotions. It was no easy task, requiring a few things. The first would be a system that injects a faction of nanobots into his spinal cord. The second would be making sure they made their way to his emotional control centers, and the third would be to have the nanobots dull all emotions at the press of a button, or specific ones at the press of a different set of buttons.

All in all, she felt disgusted with what she was doing. She had seen the battle footage, observed the field data, and even had a chance to see them up close, though they never noticed her, and of all the Titans, Beast Boy was the most innocent. She couldn't believe she was helping this madman drag the poor boy to hell, just so he could have one more minion.

"I trust everything is moving as scheduled."

"Piss off and maybe it will." Winry growled, never sparing a glance towards the visitor. Slade was, of course, use to her comebacks and sass mouth. It made it all the better to watch her forced into it. He enjoyed watching her defy him as best as she could, just so she could feel she was winning. Her anger and impudence displayed while she did her work made Slade smile.

"Tsk Tsk… You should be more respectful, especially to those who deserve it."

"Don't lecture me you mask wearing simpleton." Winry came back, attacking Slade's sense of complexity. That was the one thing she knew would get him, the one thing that Slade could not resist responding to. That and the taunting of past failures…but the latter was likely to get you beaten or worst.

"And you remain a shiny example of complexity." Slade replied, on reflex. Winry's face had taken the smile that had faded from Slade's face. However, now that the amusement was gone from Slade, an irritated emotion replaced it. "Once again, your games begin to annoy me Winry. How is my collar coming along?"

"Me to know, you to wait." Winry growled, almost slapping herself for coming off so childish. She never expected the hand to grab the side of her face roughly, and drive it to the floor. Winry hit it hard, and felt Slade apply pressure to the side of her face. Obviously, Slade was in a bad mood. And then she saw it. His mask was cracked, clean. Breaking his mask was a sure fire way to turn the usual cool and calm villain into a bit of a violent one.

"Enough of your games Winry! I want an update, now." Slade growled, his eye glaring dangerously.

"It's coming along!" She yelled, her voice a mix of dizziness and agony. In the back of her mind, the scene was playing much differently. She was laughing at a beaten and broken Slade, and she was the one in charge of it all. She was the tormentor, he the sufferer.

Too bad nothing good ever came from dreams.

"It had better Winry. I feel I should let you know… your usefulness is reaching its limit. If this fails…" Slade threatened, leaving it open ended for Winry to piece together. She knew all to well what he meant would happen.

"Yes Slade…"

------ ? ------

Raven had long since left, leaving Beast Boy to his own bed and his own thoughts. Even though Raven had helped him empty his mind, there was more than one being in his head. One that subconsciously sought to be unleashed upon humanity, one that desired freedom from the cages both the foolish Cyborg and the petty Beast Boy had created. To be quite honest, all the being wanted was to experience the life that Beast Boy lead, to see the world and live in it.

And to him, Slade was freedom. Slade was a chance. Slade was his opening into the real world. He never truly expected Slade to find out about him, never truly believed it possible, but it happened. And now, it was his turn to make sure Beast Boy never manages to get away. It was his turn to finally seal the petty boy's fate, and take his time in the land of humanity and civilization.

------ Dreamscape ------

Beast Boy felt his eyes open, the sound audibly louder than what it should be. He knew before he opened his eyes what was going on. He knew he was in another dream, something much more different than before. Instead of being in Terra's tomb, he was in his bed. He waited for his eyes to adjust to the surroundings before he sat up. He could see his walls, his shelves, everything. He almost began to believe it wasn't a dream, until he saw Robin standing beside the door.

"Ro…Robin? What are you…"

"SHUT UP!" Robin yelled, startling the changeling. Within a blink of an eye, Robin had grabbed Beast Boy by the shoulders, and tossed him into the wall as hard as he could, smiling at the impact. Beast Boy groaned in pain as he felt his spine crack under the impact, and his eyes open wide.

"DUDE!"

"You expect me to treat an animal like you with respect?" Robin growled, watching disdainfully as Beast Boy pushed to his feet. "You're nothing but a menace!"

The first mental blow to his stomach. Beast Boy felt his trust wane, and his anger grow. "And what would you know about being a menace Robin?"

"Enough to see you're just going to become a problem. I'm taking you in Beast Boy. We'll be safe with you gone."

"Like hell I'll go with you!" Beast Boy yelled, leaping at Robin. Beast Boy blinked as he leapt through his leader, and head butted into the ball. He blinked his eyes twice, his head oddly hurting as he stood up.

"Comon Beast Boy. Just come quietly man. Robin says it's for your own good." Cyborg said, or at least his voice said from behind the changeling. Beast Boy swung around, throwing a punch and hitting nothing at all.

"Please friend Beast Boy. All we want is for your protection." Starfire's voice said from the side. Beast Boy spun towards it, growling as he leapt, diving through a window. Beast Boy plummeted towards the ground, before he watched it all fade away.

"You're only going to hurt yourself Beast Boy." Raven's voice echoed.

"SHUT UP!" Beast Boy yelled, swiping an open hand towards the voice. "WHAT THE HELL WOULD YOU KNOW?"

Impact. Beast Boy landed with a thud in a large room, very plain. It was more like a room at the asylum, only without the padding. No windows, and unlike most rooms, no doors. It was a box.

"Calm down Beast Boy… calm down…" Beast Boy muttered, as she searched the room for anything. All he could see were four full white walls, and a ceiling. Nothing else. "It's just a dream, nothing to get scared over…"

"You freak." Beast Boy heard, turning towards the voice. Standing in front of him was Terra, his lost 'Lenore'. Beast Boy felt his eyes widen to their extent, as he stood up. He never quite heard what she had said, only her voice. It cried out like a beacon to him, like a signal.

"Terra… You're Al…"

"Yes, I am. No thanks to you." Terra quipped, glaring into Beast Boy's eyes. "You useless excuse for a friend."

The second and outright fatal blow. Beast Boy felt his entire mood shift backwards, before falling to the ground. Terra, his closest friend, his absolute confidant, his one true love in life… had just turned on him.

"I don't understand…"

"I figured you wouldn't. It's your fault I died in the first place. You blame Robin for it all, HA!" Terra mocked, pushing him to the ground. She didn't have to try hard, a slight breeze would have done it to Beast Boy at that time. "It's your fault I left, and your fault I went to Slade. You could have saved me, but you left me to die like a coward." Terra growled, venom dripping from her words.

And the poison left Beast Boy dead on the inside.

"At least Robin tried to help me." She finished, walking behind Beast Boy. Slowly, Beast Boy turned to see something that froze his insides, that shattered his already strained heart, and dropkicked his already wavering sanity. Terra and Robin, embracing each other in a warm hug, their mouths lock on each others. Beast Boy blinked once, his mouth dropping, before he felt his anger take control.

He pushed to his feet, tossing his hands out and grabbing the first person he could. The first person his arms could reach.

Terra.

With one quick twist, faster than the blink of an eye, Terra fell to the ground, dead. Robin looked at Beast Boy, his eyes never shifting in the slightest. Instead, where his face had once touched Terra's, where his lips had once been on the fairest of maiden's, a grinned formed. A grin that made his blood run cold, and his anger boil beyond belief.

"You killed her again Beast Boy. I am so proud of you." He drabbled, each word carefully constructed to inflict more pain on Beast Boy. "You would make the perfect little pet for Slade, wouldn't you?"

It was instant. Beast Boy's hand shot out and grabbed Robin by the throat, squeezing as tightly as he could. Robin didn't choke, didn't struggle, he didn't even sweat. He just stared and grinned.

"You're pathetic. I can't believe I ever let you on the team. To think, we would have been much better off too."

Beast Boy let out a pain filled scream as he drove his arm towards the wall, driving Robin into the wall, and through it. The two fell down the black pit, falling faster and faster until they landed in a large, ornate room. Filled with books, statues, lamps, and a very large door. In the center of the room stood a very majestic chair, and on the left wall was a large, opened window.

Beast Boy kept spinning around, looking for Robin where ever he was. He wanted nothing more than to pull the eyes from his face, and force him to watch his own gruesome death. Beast Boy wanted to destroy Robin in the worst way imaginable. He wanted nothing more than Robin to be lying at his feet, beaten bloodied and broken and begging for mercy.

Rapping came. A steady tap of knuckles on the door. For a brief moment, Beast Boy felt his hell-filled mind empty, and the door become the focal point of his mental life. He moved, more like crawled, to the door, and opened it. Opened it to a hall of total and utter blackness.

He heard words echo in his head, words that were familiar and foreign to him at the exact same time. Words that he read but never truly knew at that one moment. Never the less, the words rung out, as if narrated by an unseen force.

By his own voice, when he was not much more than a toddler.

Deep into the darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word,

"Terra?" Whispered Beast Boy, for reasons he could not come to figure. The only reply to return his comment was merely the echo of his own words. "Terra!" Then there was nothing more. His eyes opened wider, his hopes never ending. He tried again, only to hear the same response. Nothingness. Tears began to trail down his eyes as he felt his mind once again burn alive with his own induced madness.

"I really killed her… didn't I…?" Beast Boy muttered, looking off. His glare soon became one of solid anger, and outright hatred. "NO! Robin did! ROBIN KILLED HER AGAIN! He took her from me, just like he did before…" Beast Boy growled… slamming the door. "You never could understand us Robin! You let her die, and left me to suffer!"

"Nevermore." Beast Boy heard from behind him. He spun as fast as he could to see a large Raven, staring at him with red eyes. Staring at him with a blame ridden glare, it's eyes filled with disdain and hatred.

"What would you know? A Robin who would have me caged and a Raven who would have me suffer." Beast Boy growled, staring towards the bird.

"Nevermore."

"SILENCE DAMN YOU!" Beast Boy yelled, his words twisted from what he wanted to say, to something more regal. "Take your judgmental beak out of my heart! You were never there for me! NONE OF YOU WERE! Not you Raven, not you Terra, NO ONE!" Beast Boy screamed, grabbing a book and throwing it as hard as he could at the Raven. It connected with ease, and as far as he could tell killed bird.

"I AM ALL ALONE! I needed someone, AND YOU ALL LEFT ME TO DIE!" Beast Boy screamed into the emptiness. "YOU WERE THERE FOR ROBIN! WHAT ABOUT ME!"

He felt a pair of arms wrap around him, out of the blackness. Not rough and angry like a certain leader, but warm, inviting. They were soft, filled with caring and comfort. And then he heard a voice he hadn't heard since he was but a child, but he never forget…

It was the lasts words he ever heard her say to him.

"Hush now precious… I'm here. Step away from that window. Go back to sleep precious." The voice cooed, her tone filled with love, the words majestically crafted to comfort even the darkest of souls. Beast Boy turned around expecting to come face to face with his mother, with the only other person to ever understand him. He expected to see her warm face, her delicate features, and her bright smile.

Instead he came face to face with a copper and black mask, and one cruel and deadly eye staring at him with content.

"Don't fear precious." The voice said, wrapping the collar tightly around Beast Boy's throat. Not a sound escaped his mouth, not a noise passed his lips. Beast Boy's eyes had shot open to their max extent, filled to the brim with horror and depression, as he felt the collar snap around his throat. "Master's here."

------ Raven's Room -------

"CYBORG!" Robin screamed out, picking up a slack Raven. In the middle of the night, a scream had pierced the veil of serenity, as Raven immediately screamed as loud as she could. Robin had entered just as she stopped. She was sitting straight up, her eyes shot opened and for a brief moment he saw mind-numbing fear burning in them, and watched as she mouthed the words 'help him' to Robin, before she fell slack, off the side of her bed.

"CYBORG! I NEED SOME HEL…" Robin began, before he heard another deafening scream. This one was much louder, and sounded like a person's death cry. The scream rang for a good minute, before it ceased, and left a brief period of a few seconds before another death scream. Robin shut his eyes tightly, hiding behind his mask as he clue in to where the screams had come from.

"Beast Boy…" He muttered weakly, his voice filled with sympathy and fear, as he moved towards the room of his fellow Titan. "Why is this happening to you?"

Insaneiac: So long… you had all better enjoy this. I worked hard as hell. I'm going for a nap now. Enjoy.