Author's Note: Sorry for the late update. I hit a "creativity bump". Sorry if this chapter isn't what you had hoped for, I'm kind of trying to progress these next chapters to more interesting ones. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans or anything related to them. I do own what characters I have made up in this story, and what I have done with them.

Chapter Fourteen

"Reality Check"

Anders just stared at the necklace he now held in his hand.

Is this real? If so, what does it mean? Have I gone insane? Have I been sent a message?

While he was pondering these things, he heard a crash coming from the kitchen. He dropped the necklace and ran into the kitchen, where he saw a terrifying scene.

The kitchen was totally wrecked, drawers askew, food everywhere. There was a man with a mask on. He had a gun in his hand, and that gun followed up to his mother's forehead. He watched in horror as the robber cocked the gun.

"Now, be a good boy and back up a few steps."

He did as he was told.

"Now, go get your stash, now!"

He ran to his mother's room. He moved the rug from atop a trapdoor that opened to reveal a rather large chest. Every family had a stash that was saved up for emergencies. He hurried back to the kitchen. He saw his mother still in the man's grasp.

"Now, put that right down on the table and back right up."

He lifted it onto the table and walked back to his spot.

"There's a good boy."

He looked at the chest then to his mother.

"Let her go, you have the money."

"Maybe I don't want to."

Anders was starting to cry now.

"Maybe I'll put one right in her head, just because of the fun. Wouldn't you enjoy that boy? I know I would."

Anders was still crying, his mother was crying too.

"Hey, maybe I'll just take her back to my planet, for a little fun. Or maybe I'll just do this."

The robber jerked her head up to his into a fierce kiss. He ripped at her clothes. She silently cried, tears streaking their way down her face.

Anders watched helplessly as he watched his mother be violated.

The robber shoved her away when he was done. He walked up to the chest and made his leave. Thankfully she still had her pants and most of her shirt on. They waited until the robber had sorted through the money.

Anders looked at his mother. He saw her looking at a knife. She picked it up and advanced on the unsuspecting robber. Anders shook his head at her and tried to stop her. She wouldn't listen. She jumped on the robber and he shook around. He fumbled with his gun. He fired everywhere. He grabbed her wrist and took her from on top of him. She managed to slice of his ear.

"Ahh you little bleep!"

He pulled her in front of him, aimed the gun at her and pulled the trigger.

She fell limp.

He heard someone coming from outside.

He threw her across the room and grabbed the chest. He was abut to leave through the window when he turned around and shot at Anders. Then everything went black, so black……………………….

Anders shot up in bed with a cold sweat. It was sometime around midnight, he could tell that much.

It was just a dream Anders, calm down. It seemed so real, the robber, the gunshot, the blood, and then the darkness………………………

He decided to get up and get some water. He went into the dark kitchen. He went outside to the well and lowered the bucket. He reeled it up and brought it to his lips. He drank the whole thing. He leaaned against the well and rested. He was physically and mentally tired from his dream. He went back into the house and went to bed, he had to rest up, for in four hours he had to face Joece.

Author's Note: Was that good enough for you? I hope so! Read and Review, flames are okay, just don't be a softie about it, let me know my flaws!