Disclaimer: I own Nightfire the Blackmoon, nothing else.
Author's Note: It seems like I've been waiting forever to be able to do this chapter.
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Nightfire went back inside for a reason. She wasn't feeling very well. I overdid it again. The hard way really can be the hard way. Beast Boy went inside a few minutes afterwards, giving him enough time to joke around with Cyborg.
When Beast Boy got into the living room, he felt Nightfire's head fall on his back.
"I know Robin can be kinda tough, but don't you think you're overreacting?" Beast Boy asked.
He turned around and saw Nightfire slump to the ground. Beast Boy gave a little yelp.
"Whoa, dude, are you ok?" Beast Boy asked, concerned.
After Nightfire didn't reply, he knew something was wrong. He carried Nightfire to the couch and ran outside to warn the others.
"Dudes! Nightfire completely collapsed! I think something's wrong!" Beast Boy shrieked.
Everyone ran inside, except for Raven, who took her own sweet time. They went in to find Nightfire lying on the couch, turning her head and mumbling gibberish to herself. Starfire ran to get a first aide kit. When she came back, Robin put the thermometer in her mouth. When it came out, it boldly read 105 degrees.
"Friends! That is most unhealthy!" Starfire announced.
"We should probably take her to the hospital," Robin said.
"You can't, te-hee, they'll find the ha-ha, scars," Nightfire said, extremely layered with delusion.
"Scars?" Raven asked.
"Sure, tee-he-he, the ones under ha my ha fishnets," Nightfire explained.
"I know it's wrong to take advantage of someone helpless, but this may be our only chance to get some information from her," Robin explained.
He took the fishnet armlets off her arms to find huge scars, obviously produced with fire, ridden all over.
"What species are you?" Robin asked.
"Unknown, ha-ha," Nightfire replied.
"You don't know?"
"No, that's what were ha-ha, called. Funny tee-hee, name isn't it?"
"Where are you from?"
"Dimension, ha-ha, S."
"What dos the S stand for?"
"Shadow, tee-hee."
"What are your powers?"
"Control over ha-ha-ha shadows, all kinds of tee-hee-ha mental things, and ha, control over the tee-hee elements."
"How old are you?"
"17, ha-ha."
"Crime record?"
"Oh, one ha-ha-ha-HA, major tee-hee, offense."
"What might that be?"
"Oh, you'd probably HA, get in just as much tee-hee trouble if you ha-ha-tee-hee did the ha-ha same thing."
"Which was?"
"Set the moon on fire."
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I know it's kinda short, but I had to end it at a cliffy. Now we really know some more about Nightfire, but what's with the scars? Only the future can tell. P.S., the voting really does count, I have two plots, romantic and funny, lots of differences.