3. The wrong foot.
Something was wrong. She could feel it. Deep inside, something was nagging her. She couldn't quite put her finger on it though. Something she had forgotten. But now that it was wrong she could sense it. Why had she been meditating? If she had been paying attention then she wouldn't have forgotten whatever it was that now pestered her. Raven was still meditating even as she thought over this troubling dilemma. She continued to hover cross legged several feet above her bed, but there was no peace in her mind now, and her soft almost hypnotic chanting had ceased. She studied the blackness around her in her meditation induced world. Nothing seemed to be out of place there, but wait, something was missing, the clock she new was hovering just a foot or so in front of her was represented, but something else wasn't. Something that should have been, something, warm, warm and alive, something that needed her protection, something hurt.
"Oh no."
She uttered to herself as her eyes snapped open and the clock was sent bouncing onto the foot of her bed and then loudly to the floor. Levitating over to the door she replaced the clock back to her bedside, wondering what time it was but having no time to look, she left with graceful haste. Just typical she thought as she one third ran, one third walked and one third levitated in the direction of the infirmary. She had known it was a bad idea to let Beast Boy take a shift at watching the injured boy. Why couldn't he be relied upon to do anything, except mess things up even worse? It was bad enough with what had happened back in the alley but to then try and pick him up without checking for injuries had been stupid. Not only that though, not only that, but to then do that stupid thing with the cat. What a clown, what really burned Raven though was the fact that he hadn't even apologised he had just shrugged it of as an accident. Which was pretty thoughtless considering he had nearly killed him for pity's sake, sending him crashing down onto his ribs like that before they could even begin to heal. Why had Beast Boy then wanted to be given the responsibility of watching him so badly? To make up for his earlier mistakes perhaps, she didn't know and right then she didn't care. All that concerned her at that moment was getting to the infirmary as quickly as possible. Her thoughts once again centred on Beast Boys foolishness as she rounded the final corner. Why had he shirked his responsibility again, what an annoyance to have to rely on one of the most unpredictable and unreliable people in the whole world.
As she neared the door she paused for a split second, what would she find, a sleeping Beast Boy and a safe and sound patient, she hoped so. But an image of a dead body lying face down on the hard infirmary floor, obviously dropped from its cradle of her power by her own loss of concentration plagued her minds eye. Why had she lost concentration, she silently cursed herself as she remembered, she prepared to go into the room.
She should have noticed, she had been able to feel him floating there all night through her power. She had felt his warmth and his pain; she had even felt some of his dreams during his troubled sleep and felt him shift uneasily. She had not meant to but it was not possible to avoid what he was feeling as at that time he had almost been a part of her. With the use of her powers she was forced to almost give a part of herself, perhaps what some might call her very soul to that object, almost like she was giving the object life of its own, in most cases the object she manipulated were not living feeling beings. However on those occasions she could feel those living things, almost like they were living with in her. The part that made this particular incident special however was the fact that the Englishman had been in this state for a significant amount of time, as a result she had begun to feel more of him than those others who her powers usually engulfed. It had been strange, in that state it was almost like knowing someone, knowing them like a twin, but only more so, she had felt as if he was standing there next to her all night, the feeling had been comforting, warm somehow, like what she assumed a prolonged loving hug would feel like.
She had seen his dreams or at least had felt the emotions his dreams caused. She had been struck by just how tightly guarded his mind had been, like a safe in the deepest darkest dungeon of an impregnable fortress. She had been so intrigued by this level of resistance that, totally out of character she had tried to find a way in. she had only stopped when a chilling scream, that of a woman, obviously In her death throes had echoed throughout the mind which she was trying to penetrate. Raven had backed out straight away, both frightened and shocked by what she had partly uncovered, the realisation of what she had been doing had plagued her mind until the clock had chimed three, thus breaking her concentration. Afterwards surprised at herself she had decided to forgo sleep and just wait for an early breakfast. So resuming her meditation stance she had pushed the injured boy to the back of her mind and began to meditate free from his presence, and now she was cursing herself for it. Had she only kept her emotions under control she wouldn't have felt compelled to forget the boy's presence and would not have therefore missed his absence.
"Stupid stupid stupid."
She mumbled angrily. She braced herself for what she might find and hoped for it to be him lying peacefully on the bed. The door opened and she paused, not quite understanding what she saw, or rather, what she didn't see. The female Titan looked first left and then to the right. There was nobody here, thank heavens. She breathed a sigh of relief. There was no dead body in this room, she hoped. Deciding to be very sure she entered the room, everything was as she had left it, minus the patient at least, plus the second bed was now ruffled and the boy's ripped shirt was now in the bin.
She remembered the last time she had seen the shirt. That had been interesting. She had just gotten him back to the tower and was trying go get an idea of the full extent of his injuries. His camouflaged jacket had been a problem, she needed to remove it to see just how badly he had been hurt, but every time she had tried to remove it he had screamed despite his unconsciousness. Finally she had gotten it off with the help of her powers. However that had only served to worsen the situation, the jacket had been holding his wrecked chest together and when he was free of it he began suffering, worse had been the look of his shirt whish had been torn in several places where blades or other blunt objects had penetrated right through his jacket. Also the shirt was drenched in blood which had only served to panic Raven.
After getting the ruined shirt of as well the true extent of the beating the boy had taken became apparent. After a good half an hour's frenzied activity however the open wounds were bandaged and most of the broken bones were at least partially mended. She remembered being satisfied by her work, and the unusual happiness she had felt when she had realised that without her care the boy would have certainly died in that alley or in some hospital. Robin had been right to order her home with the boy rather than waste time getting him to doctors who cold do little compared to her. She wondered how the boy had been able to leave considering the state he must still be in. That didn't matter though, there was no time to lose, she would have to find him and return him to the infirmary, she would be damned if she was going to let him wander around and hurt himself again, thus undoing all her hard work and time consuming care, and she knew that with Beast Boy around that was not entirely out of the question. As she Left she wondered just where the boy might be, where else, he would be with Beast Boy in the main room.
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He had them now, he just had to finish him off while avoiding the threat to his rear and then he could concentrate on that respectively. The sound of cracking bone and of a game station controller being thrown onto the table, announced Beast Boys annihilation and removal from the three way death match.
"Aw dude, I can't believe it, every single time."
"And by a rookie too."
Chris raised an eyebrow at Cyborg's comment, but didn't take an eye of the huge screen before him. He may have taken Beast Boy out, but Cyborg wouldn't be so easy.
"How can you be so good if this is your first time on this game?"
Asked beast boy with a close to furious note to his voice.
"Beginners luck."
Suggested Chris in an innocent voice.
"Yeah."
Added Cyborg.
"Or it could just be that you are hopeless at this game."
"Am not."
The small Titan countered angrily.
"He isn't hopeless, it was just lucky that I caught him in a corner."
Said Chris hoping to avoid what looked like a physically violent fight between his new friends.
"See."
Said Beast Boy sticking a tong out at Cyborg as he did so.
"Ok then mister unlucky corner, seeing as you aren't hopeless, maybe you can handle getting some drinks in, and some food if you can manage it."
Muttering under his breath Beast Boy plodded off towards the kitchen area. Back at the game however Chris having taken advantage of Cyborg's distraction unleashed a series of brilliant if somewhat random moves that took Cyborg not only by surprise but also out of the game.
"What, noooooo, hey no fair!"
Smiling and happy at his victory Chris responded.
"All's fair in love, war and videogames."
From the kitchen came the sound of cheering and laughter as Beast Boy celebrated more Cyborg's defeat than Chris's victory.
"Here let me help you with those."
Said Chris vaulting the couch and landing a little unsteadily on the other side.
"Careful now, don't want you to hurt yourself again, at least not until we've had a rematch."
Cyborg said removing his head from his hands. Chris smiled at this and then took the cans of soda off Beast Boy, leaving him to handle the food; he himself chose a bottle of water instead. Depositing their haul on the couch they, along with Cyborg began to tuck in with relish. Chris smiled, he was happy, in pain, but happy, nothing could spoil this, he had friends and for the while at least everything was perfect.
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Raven was not happy, she had been watching the three of them for about five minuets and while she really disapproved of her fellow Titans lack of common sense and rampant displays of emotion, it was the surprising ease with which their new companion had befriended them, especially when it had taken her so long to just get to a casual acquaintance level. Also she didn't like the way he was acting, true while he was being very friendly and seemed to be just oozing charm his eyes told a different story. He seemed to be just putting on a show for her fellow Titans, and it was working. Besides the cold look to his eyes what had also surprised Raven was the relative ease with which he had leapt over the sofa just a few moments before, he had shown very little signs of his injuries, and that concerned her.
As far as she knew he couldn't possibly have healed that fast, there was simply no way. True she had treated him very well, in her opinion, and had left him in that suspended state to help with his healing but even so this was just wrong. He could have been faking that he felt fine, she suggested to herself, but nobody could hold back such pain, could they? He should have been writhing in agony because of his ribs, but even more surprising he was now using his hand with the broken wrist like nothing had even happened to it. This was evident from his impressive manipulation of the computer game controller in his, even she had to admit sensational victory over the other two gamers. He had destroyed them with ease and they had barely laid a finger upon him, Raven was amazed by the fact that anybody could defeat Beast Boy and Cyborg on the game, considering they spent most of their free time on it.
With these thoughts in her mind she didn't notice the boy looking straight at her, when she did notice however she didn't move, there was no way he could see her in the shadows, not in the darkness and with her cape wrapped around her, could he? His gaze didn't waver and it soon became apparent that he knew something was there. On his right Cyborg was the first to notice his gaze.
"What's up?"
Asked Cyborg with a puzzled expression on his face.
"Something wrong?"
Chris didn't take his eyes of the spot he was interested in and replied.
"Unless I'm seeing things, there is something or someone in the shadows to the right of that door."
"Where?"
Asked Beast Boy now also looking in the same direction.
"There."
Said the boy pointing to a spot just above Raven's left shoulder. Raven gasped ever so quietly. At the noise both Beast Boy and the new boy seemed to zero in on the exact point from where Raven has issued the tiny noise. Raven was scared, not for any reason in particular just that she really didn't want to be caught watching them. But there seemed to be no way out of it, soon they would come over, or worse she would be forced to make her presence known.
If it wasn't for the computer games light and the noise she would make passing through the wall behind her she would already be out, but as it was she was trapped, what she really needed was a distraction.
One came. In one of those strange twists of fate it was something which Raven loathed that saved her. A loud crashing sound issued from behind the three watching boys, as they turned the screen went black for the tiniest fraction of a second; it was long enough for Raven. She quickly disappeared into the wall, causing a sound but she was gone before the three startled boys could look back again. On the far side of the wall Raven breathed a sigh of relief, and decided to act as if nothing had happened and stroll into the main room, after a short wait to dispel any links between the figure the boys had seen and her arrival.
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Something was defiantly there, they all new it now. But what and exactly where, when the game had emitted the distracting sound and gone temporarily black they had heard another sound, something had moved behind them.
"Did you guys hear that?"
Said Cyborg a look of terror on his face. They both nodded in the affirmative.
"Wow this is just like 'Frighteningly Creepy Five'"
Said Beast Boy with a frightened laugh. The other two nodded, neither having seen the film in question but well able to imagine the frightened teens listening to the sounds of some unknown horror drawing near.
"You don't have any pets do you."
Asked Chris hopefully, the Titans shook their heads.
"Let's go and take a look."
Said Chris far more boldly than he felt. His two companions exchanged glances and then waiting for Chris to slip over the back of the sofa followed. It was too dark to see anything but Chris slowly edged his way forward. At one point he bumped into the dining table and emitted a squeal of fear before cursing himself and continuing into the unknown. Following close behind Beast Boy was amazed at the willingness of Chris to go first, almost without hesitation into the unknown and forbidding darkness. Chris meanwhile had reached the wall and found nothing. As the others came to a stop slightly behind him he turned and shrugged, not trusting his voice.
"Yo Cyborg give us some light dude."
Cyborg suddenly illuminated the immediate area with the ghostly light of a flashlight that appeared from within his shoulder. Chris looked at Cyborg stunned.
"You mean to say that you had that light the whole time, and that it didn't occur for you to flash it about a bit earlier."
Cyborg shrugged and was about to say something along the lines of 'I knew there wasn't anything there I just didn't want to waste my power' when suddenly to his left, Beast Boys right and Chris's front a door opened quietly to reveal a ghostly hooded and cloaked figure. With anxiety still running high their reaction was understandable, Cyborg involuntarily stepped back knocking Chris a glancing blow, this 'glancing blow' however was pretty powerful considering Cyborg's weight, Chris flew backwards emitting a scream as his bruised body received this new assault. Beast Boy also scared out of his wits simply couldn't handle the scream from behind him, he turned, ran, and collided with Cyborg sending them crashing to the floor in a heap, while to end the panicked fiasco Chris had the misfortune to regain his balance only to collide with the table and go flying over it onto the long seat on the other side.
There was a sharp click and suddenly the entire room was bathed in light. The new light revealed Cyborg and Beast Boy piled up in a heap at the foot of the stairs leading from the still open door and Chris sitting at the table as if expecting breakfast. Raven stood at the top of the stairs with one eyebrow raised and her hand still on the light switch.
"Having fun?"
She asked with no trace of amusement in her voice and a look of mild annoyance on her beautiful face. The question had been directed at them all yet nobody seemed able to answer as they pulled themselves together.
"You shouldn't be up."
She said, this time focusing on Chris with those piercing mind reading eyes. Something about the way she was looking at him disturbed Chris to the very soul. He wanted to just run away and hide, anything to escape those eyes that he was sure where reading his mind even as he thought those panicked thoughts. Raven, apparently seeing his reaction and sensing his discomfort softened here expression.
"You're feeling better then I take it?"
She asked, in a much more friendly way. Chris thoroughly sick with answering that question replied quickly nevertheless.
"Yes much better than I was, thanks to you, Raven"
He finished feebly but now that the ice was broken so to speak he wanted to thank the pretty purple haired girl for saving his life. As the other two shuffled back to the sofa in an embarrassed silence, glad of the chance to slip away with what was left of their dignity intact. Chris took a few steps closer to Raven, who had descended to the bottom step of the stairs leading to the door. It was only now that he was right way up and she standing before him that he was able, for the first time to admire Raven's true beauty. She was, it seemed, exactly the same height as he was, although she appeared taller as she was on the bottom step. Her hair was cut at about an inch above shoulder height and shone in the light from above. Her pale skin was faultless and her figure incredible. Her black leotard was visible now and Chris noticed that she wore a strange sort of belt, almost like a large bracelet around her tiny waist. The strange gems in the bracelet matched a badge of the same sort which also had the image of a black raven on it. He realised that he was staring and closed his mouth, swallowing hard before beginning.
"Er, Raven I would just like to say that I am very grateful for what you did for me and if there is anything I can…"
She silenced him with a look that sent shivers down his spine. He paused for a moment expecting her to say something but nothing came; only the sounds of the other Titans now locked in a bitter argument over control of the TV remote. He opened his mouth to continue what he had started but she beat him to it.
"Your welcome, don't mention it and no thanks."
She said coldly and with the type of chilling efficiency of someone who has spent their entire life giving such answers. She walked past him without another word and headed over to the kitchen area beginning to prepare herself some herbal tea. Chris was on the verge of offering to do it for her when as if having read his mind she said equally coldly and without turning round.
"No thanks, I'll do it myself."
With that she turned her back on Chris and concentrated on her tea. Perplexed Chris shot a quizzical look at the other two Titans who were watching from behind the sofa amused. They gestured for him to come over as behind him Raven walked over to one of the large windows that surrounded the semi circular room on three sides.
"Don't worry Raven's always like that with everyone, even us."
Said Beast Boy with a knowing look. Chris turned round to gaze at Raven, then shaking his head he sat back down on the sofa next to Cyborg. He tried to concentrate on the game to his front but something about the silent girl in the background made him feel uneasy. It was like he could feel her eyes burrowing into the back of his skull; he tried to ignore the feeling but simply could not. Finally after a period of several minuets he turned round quickly, he was sure that he saw the girl look away, but then again, he thought, he might be mistaken. Even so, to Chris this was very disturbing, it was not Chris's style to hang around with girls, but this seemed even stranger to him. He looked around suddenly again a minuet or so later and this time caught the girl by surprise, she turned away quickly, but both she and he knew that she had not gotten away with it that time. Feeling slightly more reassured now that he had definitely caught her, Chris was able to fully concentrate on the task in hand. After five minuets of furious game play Beast Boy was declared the winner with Chris a close second.
"Yes!"
He shouted and then proceeded to do a peculiar victory dance.
"Go Beast Boy, go Beast Boy, who's your mother!"
Chris raised an eyebrow at this and decided to be sporting.
"Oh very well done chum."
Cyborg, disgusted by the whole thing stood and saying that he was going to check on the other Titans progress left.
"There are more Titans?"
Asked Chris with a surprised expression on his battered face.
"Sure."
Answered Beast Boy displaying an amused expression.
"You didn't think that it was just the three of us did you?"
Chris shrugged and replied.
"Well I don't know do I, For all I am aware of there could be hundreds."
Beast Boy smiled as if the idea amused him and was about to answer when Raven, who had come back to the centre of the room for a refill cut in.
"Its crowded enough in here as it is."
The comment seemed to be aimed at Beast Boy, who pulled a face, but Chris couldn't miss the quick flash of those most disturbingly pretty eyes which relayed the true meaning of the comment. He was fairly sure that this was the moody girls most polite and political way of saying 'so why don't you hurry up and leave'. Chris tried to come up with a reply that would be both witty and curt, much like Raven's own while not being too openly insulting, as he really didn't want to start an argument.
"You like your privacy I see, sort of stupid considering you spend your time flying around saving people with your, er, colleagues."
Raven showed no sign of emotion and simply said, clearly to Beast Boy and totally ignoring Chris.
"I'm going to my room to meditate, call me when breakfast is ready."
Beast Boy nodded, he was smiling and was trying to hide his shock, delight and amusement, although badly. Raven turned and the two of them watched her go. Chris didn't know why but he had a sneaking suspicion that he would regret what had just transpired.
"Nice one."
Remarked the green Titan by Chris's side bringing him back from his premonitions.
"What?"
Said Chris, only then looking from the disappearing form of Raven, who turned the lights back off as she left without even touching the switch.
"What?"
He repeated when he didn't get a response from Beast Boy who was now looking up at the lights.
"Huh?"
Enquired Beast Boy.
"What were you saying?"
Asked Chris not happy at having to repeat the question.
"What was I saying?"
Said Beast Boy, an empty look on his face as if everything he had ever thought had just been removed.
"Yes."
Said Chris somewhat curtly. Beast Boy continued to look blankly at Chris as if seeing him for the first time. Then suddenly as if the memory had stumbled out of the fog.
"Oh that, that was sweet; I don't think Raven is used to being handled like that."
"Like what?"
Asked Chris now getting slightly angry.
"Like you just did then."
Answered Beast Boy as if his answer explained everything Chris could ever wish to know.
"Like then what, what do you mean, what did I do?"
Said Chris now visibly angry, angry at himself because he couldn't understand what the green Titan was talking about and for his hasty words to Raven, angry at Beast Boy for not telling him just what he had done and angry at Raven for being like that and starting this whole mess.
"Just then, what you said, just then, to Raven, it was like, not what she expected, she must be used to me and Cyborg being stupid and not talking back, but you, you kinda know how to use words, just like Raven can, I think you took her by surprise, she must have thought you would be intimidated by her, or something, I know I am."
Chris sat there trying to contemplate how Beast Boy could say so much and still not actually answer anything resembling the question. Giving up he decided that he would use this time alone with Beast Boy to learn as much about the teen Titans and especially Raven, it may come in useful he thought as once again he prepared to do battle on the game station.
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Raven wasn't happy; it was as simple as that. Only it wasn't, what with her powers being controlled by emotion she was used to not feeling happy, or at least not much. But this, this was something much, much stronger. She was furious, and she could feel a deep, warm and powerful anger within her. Rage, She feared it more than any of her other emotions, and with good reason. She had been pacing around her room for a full ten minuets now, and still she felt angry, no worse, she felt enraged. It was terrible, she was infuriated at the new boy for making her look a fool in front of Beast Boy. He had tried to hide his amusement but she had seen none the less. It was eating away at her, not the actual humiliation in front of Beast Boy, but the ease with which he had done it. Just one small quick and to the point sentence and she had been both outwitted and embarrassed all at the same time.
She didn't really care what Beast Boy thought, and even if she had, she doubted whether he understood just how much she had been taken aback, but Chris, he knew. She had underestimated him and paid for it. She sat down on her bed, finally stopping her relentless pacing; her left foot however seemed to want to continue and began nosily tapping on the floor. The rage in her was not ebbing away, in fact it was growing stronger, she was feeding it, and it was still hungry. She knew she had to calm down or something would end up broken, or perhaps, someone. She smiled at the image that flashed through her minds eye, and then shook her head repulsed that she would even consider doing something so barbarous to another living being.
"Wow."
Was the only word she uttered to herself. This was bad she thought, if she didn't calm herself soon things were going to get even worse. She assumed her meditation stance and began chanting slowly, at first it seemed to work, but then. Suddenly, the faces of Cyborg and Beast Boy burst into the tranquillity of the perfect silence and darkness, they were laughing, laughing at her. Her eyes opened and she ceased her meditation, but not before seeing a brief glimpse of the rest of the team joining the laughing precession, all surrounding Chris who was wearing a smug look. She began her pacing again knowing that she had to do something soon to avoid a meltdown of epic proportions. But what, how could she calm herself and push something that had flooded her every thought to the back of her mind along with all the other unwanted memories.
Thinking of those 'unwanted memories' only made things that much worse as recollections that alone would set her off joined the gathering army within her, all under the banner of rage. The last straw came when something about the way Chris had said what he said caused her to examine the comment for the hundredth time. 'You like your privacy I see, sort of stupid considering you spend your time flying around saving people with your, er, colleagues'.
That was what he had said, but what was it that seemed to hide more meaning, of course she thought to herself. Not only had he vaguely called her stupid or at least her ways stupid. But he had said 'with your, er, colleagues' he had paused, as if to find a suitable word, and he certainly had. 'Colleagues' that was what he had said, not friends not team mates, colleagues. The cruelness and cold precision with which he had delivered those last few words madden Raven beyond anything so far.
He was saying that she had no friends, that the rest of the Titans where not her friends because of her manner. Who was he to judge, who was he to say something like that to her, in her own home and in front of one of her friends. She stopped with that thought in her head, 'her friends', were they really her friends, of course they were, weren't they? She closed her eyes and tried to hold back the burning anguish that she felt at these thoughts.
He had placed a seed of doubt in her mind, a seed that was steadily growing with every second that she dwelled on the subject. She had always had doubts about the closeness with her fellow Titans, but the affectionate ways of Starfire and the constant if somewhat tiresome attention from Beast Boy had at least allowed her to believe that they regarded her as a friend. But now she was not sure, in one fell swoop Chris had smashed her refuge and exposed her to the possible truth, that she was truly despised by her so called friends. She felt her eyes moisten at the realisation, but she would not allow herself to cry, that would mean that he had won, and that was something she would never allow him to do, never.
"Never."
She quietly said to herself. Was he trying to steal her friends from her? Maybe, she had noticed his apparent popularity with Beast Boy and Cyborg; no they couldn't like him more than her, not yet, could they? She could well believe it; after all he seemed to fit right in whereas she just couldn't, what with his prowess on the pointless mind numbing video games and his apparent 'fun' personality. But what about the others Robin and Starfire, would they too be taken in by his appearance and fake charm, she hoped not but all too quickly the possibilities came to her, firstly Robin being that person that he was, would undoubtedly be impressed by Chris's spirit, bravery and his will to stop crime and face the bad guys despite the odds. As for Starfire, well Raven knew what the reaction there would be, Starfire would be all too overjoyed at the prospect of a new friend, someone new to talk to and learn from.
Neither of them would so much as question his motives, it was something that really disturbed her about her 'friends' their blind trust, their belief in the goodness of the world and most of all their able ness to feel freely, without fear, and thus make new friends like this intruder so easily. She didn't trust him, she had watched him, and she had noticed that while he had smiled laughed and joked, none of it had reached his eyes, which had remained cold and unemotional.
He was a total fake and she knew it. The thought that she had saved him from certain death and then felt happy and proud about it angered her even more, she wished she hadn't now. She wished she had ignored Robin and left Chris to die cold and alone in that alley. Not to mention the fact that she had held back the news that would eventually have to be conveyed to him, now she wished that she had told him, and then laughed at his pain, both from the news and his wounds. In her room things were flying round haphazardly, her long suffering clock was again on the floor and her books were flying around like tiny drunken planes colliding and then hitting the walls or window. But Raven didn't notice, and even if she had she wouldn't have cared. She only had thoughts for one person at that particular moment in time, and he would pay, she would snap him like a twig.
She would show him that there was worse pain in this world than what he had experienced previously. As the voice of rage inside her head told her to maim, kill and destroy there was still a number of faint ones protesting, but they were not enough. Of all her emotions Rage was definitely the strongest, but only at times like this, usually with the help of others like Brave, Intelligence, Happy and very rarely Love, she could hold Rage in place. But not now, the main problem was that it wasn't just Rage telling her to tear the Englishman in question in half, now most notably Brave and Happy were telling her to be brave and castrate him, and then to be happy about it.
With such odds against her few defending emotions and all hope of calming down now gone the eventual conclusion was inevitable. Her eyes twin pools of impenetrable darkness she was on the verge of leaving her room to have her retribution when a hesitant knock came at her door. Pulling her from her thoughts of just how long Chris would last before he begged for death. From the other side came an all too familiar and despised voice.
"Er, Raven, I doubt you will be pleased to see me, but I think it's, er, apparent to us both that we, sorta got of on the wrong foot."
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Well there you have it, third chapter down, others to follow… sooner or later. Please R&R, your opinion is valued.
