Okay, so here's the famous Chapter 11. Gonna get a bunch of reviews, right? RIGHT! Anyway, I'm sorry about last chapter because it was going to be much longer, but then I had to go to bed and my sister kept telling me that I should just make it shorter so I had to do that and it's a bad thing because I cut it off right in the middle. Isn't that sad?  sniffle anyway, I hope that you like it.

Also, I'm sorry that I haven't posted this sooner, but it's vacation and you know, I kinda wanted to sleep and take it easy, so that's exactly what I did, and it turned out to not be as fun as I thought… but I did see The Pink Panther, and it was SOOOOOOOOo hilarious! Lol. DeHambuurgah! Hahahaha…… okay, I'm going to stop annoying you because no one even reads this so I'll just get to the story right about…… now….

(P.S. it's an abrupt opening, yes. It's just picking up where I left off, so I know it isn't a good start, but still, you know….

Besides, it would be unwise to get too attached. People come, people go…

Anyways, just why would I even try to start making relationships now? My sixteenth birthday is rapidly approaching, and when it comes, it really won't matter who you know and love, it will only matter to survive, which no one will…

Ransford stopped reading and sighed, staring at the page. The page was smeared with large blots. Ransford knew instantly that they were tears, yet he had trouble believing that Raven would ever cry. It just didn't seem…like her. She was always a little rough around the edges. Ransford had come to accept and love her hard protective shell, but he had trouble believing that she would ever come out of it, even while she was alone. He shrugged, and continued reading.

I know that they all think that I'm creepy, especially Beastboy. I mean, sure, I'm not supposed to care what they think about me, it's how I think of myself that really matters, but it always matters what people think about us, no matter what we can repeat to ourselves until we actually convince ourselves it's what we believe.

Everyone seems to be well-acquanted with teamwork, besides Robin, but he's the leader. I just can't become a part of this team. I don't work well with other people. It's something that I accept about myself. Robin and Starfire have already clicked in a way, and Beastboy was already on the Doom Patrol, so this must be like cake to him. Cyborg was on sport's teams, so he knows what it's like too. I suppose I'll be the oddity of the team, either the one people can't remember or the one no one cares about. Well, having people care about you probably isn't all that great anyway. Then again, I wouldn't know.

Ransford closed the book. He hated learning what Raven had to go through. These people had tortured her without even realizing it or caring. How could Beastboy even think he had a chance of winning her heart when he had done so much harm to her?

He had always secretly cared for her. Even when they were child playmates on Azarath, he had pined for her, and dreamed of their future together, knowing that together they could overcome the terrible burden placed upon her by her father Trigon. He had come to take her back to Azarath so they could start a family. The last thing he had expected was to become caught up into the love-triangle. What was the point of all this worthless fighting and drama when he was the obvious right choice.

Ransford sighed and looked at the clock. 4:00 AM. Where was Raven?

"What does it have to do with me?" asked Raven curiously.

"Now now, curiosity did kill the cat," replied Malchior, smirking.

"But satisfaction brought him back," spat Raven bitterly. Malchior grinned as Slade stepped forward a bit to make himself known and to enter the conversation.

"All of this bickering is getting us nowhere, you know. Besides, it's giving me a migrane. Raven, we are not going to reveal our plan to you, obviously, so don't ask. Now if you come quietly, I promise that we will make your death somewhat less painful. If not…" Slade trailed off, but Raven got the idea.

"And just what makes you think for even a second that I would even consider coming quietly? In fact, that I'm coming at all?" she demanded angrily. Slade grinned.

"Of course. You know, I find that heroes," he added spite to the word. "Always underestimate the enemy. For example, it was MOST unwise of you to go out of the tower alone at night, where it was simple to track you. And there is no way you are getting out of here because we have gone to measures that will keep you here. In fact, I would almost enjoy watching you try to escape." Slade snapped his fingers, and 30 or 40 of his robot minions surrounded them.

Raven began to phase through the floor, but felt a strange feeling in her gut pushing her back up. Malchior must have put a force-field around the warehouse.

Raven looked around her. She could probably handle 10 or 20 minions, but it was Slade and Malchior together that worried her,

"What do you say Raven?" asked Malchior bitter-sweetly. "Want to give up and spare us this hopeless charade?" Raven surrounded her hands with dark energy, ready to fight.

"I'd sooner scoop my eyes from their sockets with a spoon." She spat. Slade smiled.

"Then let the games begin."

"Robin, I'm worried about Raven," Beastboy said, walking into the training room where Robin was hitting a punchingbag. "she's been gone forever." Robin sighed and stopped hitting the bag.

"She just needs time Beastboy. Can't you just give her some time to think things over?"

"Yes, but how much time?" asked Ransford, appearing suddenly behind Beastboy.

"You can turned invisible?" squeled Beastboy. Ransford nodded. "why can't Raven?" he asked suspiciously. Ransford sighed, exasperated.

"Because she didn't have the vast training from the monks of Azarath that I got. She left for Earth too quickly."

"Listen you guys," said Robin, drawing attention back to himself. "I can call Raven to check up on her, but I don't want either of you talking to her. She's confused enough as it is." Robin took out a Black Moto Razor (sp?) cell phone and dialed 555-3235 (haha! I've never had the chance to say the whole '555' thing because it's only for movies and stuff, so now I finally get to make up a 555 number and I just did so now I can die in peace.) It rang three times, and then a distorted, "h-hello?" Robin put it on speaker so they could all hear. In the background they heard lots of shouts.

"Raven? Raven, what's going on?" demanded Robin. They heard gasps for air.

"Robin, I need help. Malchior…Slade, together. Henchman," they heard a cry of pain and the grunts of combat. "Robin, help! There are…. Too many, I can't, get out…."

"RAVEN WHERE ARE YOU?" yelled Robin as Beastboy gasped and Ransford cursed under his breath.

"warehouse… not really sure of location… old, abandoned warehouse…. Help me…I can't…" they heard a shrill scream, and then the line died.

"RAVEN!" screamed Beastboy and Ransford in unison.

"where is she! We need to find her!" yelled Ransford while Beastboy tried to stifle sobs.

"Alright, let's just stay calm," said Robin as Starfire and Cyborg walked in rubbing their eyes. (A/N: OMG OMG OMG I just watched Smallville and it was a new episode about a guy named Victor Stone who was a Cyborg… get it?)