Note to Dea Luna- To answer one question, my favorite goodies would probably be sunflower seeds, Milano cookies, and Reese's peanut butter cups. And to our other question, no, this is not a BBxRae fic, even though that is my favorite pairing. It is kind of hinted, but will not be developed into anything more than a close friendship. So you as the reader have the license to interpret it anyway you want to!
Captive Friends
Chapter 6
Raven followed Voldemort down the hallway glad to be out of his line of sight. She took the time to glance sideways at the green fly buzzing along beside her. This little detour was for Beast Boy, so he could complete his part of the plan…to get Robin, Starfire, and Cyborg out. It was elementary kidnapping strategy that they were up against. The kidnappers never intend to release the captives. Once they acquire the ransom, they kill their captives and whoever delivered the ransom, especially if was someone like Raven, who knew who the captors was, or at least what he looked like.
Raven was actually doing this for herself also. She needed to see that her friends were still alive and well. She could not believe it until she saw it herself. She needed the reassurance. She needed the hope. It was all part of her master plan, the plan that she did not even tell Beast Boy about because she knew he would never go threw with it. Again it went back to kidnapping strategy. Beast Boy's job was to get their captured friend out, to get them to safety. Her job was to distract this madman until Beast Boy could accomplish his goal. She had to do what T. M. R. wanted to secure Robin, Starfire and Cyborg's safety. When Beast Boy inquired how Raven would escape, she vaguely, yet assuringly answered that she would escape herself after the others were safe. If she had an opportunity she would try to escape, but she might not get that chance. Truthfully, Raven was willing to die for the other Teen Titans; they were the only friends she really had.
They might not know it; they probably do not, that she cared for them so much…she loved them. Not romantically, but they were closer than brothers, at risk of sounding cliché. To them she might seem distant and closed, but they were actually very close to her, closer than anyone had ever been before. To Raven they were more than a team, more than a group of friends, they were family, and they were all Raven had. She did not want to die, she feared it, death, the unknown, but she would give anything to protect her beloved family.
Voldemort stopped at a door in the same hallway as the one where the one Raven was held captive the night before. He took out a stick or wand or whatever and muttered some intelligible words under his breath and tapped the doorknob with the piece of wood. The sound of a lock clicked and he opened in the door and held it open for Raven. She stood hesitant in the threshold. Half out of relief and shock and half to make sure that Beat Boy entered the room securely. There her three missing friends were tied up, unconscious and disheveled, propped up against the side of a bed.
Poor, gullible Beast Boy. He would not realize what Raven was sacrificing until it was too late. He was gullible in his foolish and childish ways, but also because he was so trusting, just like Starfire who was naive. Not in a stupid way, but in innocent way, innocent to the horrors of mankind until recently; she was a symbol of happiness, innocence, and purity. Then there was overly determined Robin who was always obsessed with beating the bad guys and fixing everything, which is utterly impossible. Then there was Cyborg, who was playful and joking one minute, but could be serious and brave the next, strong yet limited in his power. Traits that used to annoy her about her friends were now very precious to her. Raven was resigned to what she was risking and giving up, prepared to accept the almost certain immanent doom she was bringing down upon herself. Her only regret in life was that she was unable to show or express how much she cared and loved her friends…her family.
A familiar buzz in her ear brought Raven back to the now. She stumbled swiftly you to the bedside and kneeled between Robin and Starfire. The warmth of their flesh and the sound of their quiet and relaxed breathing comforted her. They seemed to be in some sort of blissful sleep, yet it was calmer than sleep.
'They were probably drugged,' thought Raven to herself, wondering how long it had been sense her friends had eaten.
"See, they're alive and well," said a smooth voice behind her. Raven did not need to turn around to see, she could just imagine the kidnapper in a relaxed, yet powerful and in charge stance, standing in the doorway with a cold smirk on his face and an evil glint in his unnatural red eyes.
Raven signed silently to herself and then stood and backed away from her unconscious friends reluctantly.
"Well," continued steely voice of the villain, "It is time to get to work." Raven turned around and followed the man as she was summoned, but before the door shut behind her she looked back to get a last glance of here captive friends and a green fly.
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Voldemort herded the girl away from the room were her friends were held captive. Lord Voldemort had no friends, not because he was antisocial or had a bad personality, but because he did not hold for such things. Friends and anyone you cared for could be used against you, like he was using Raven's friends against her now. The Dark Lord placed no emotional attachment on anyone or anything, except hate.
Voldemort courted Raven into his study, the room were the meet. He summoned her a wooden chair which she grudgingly sat down on, as the Dark Lord sat on his own throne-like chair. A silence lingered about the room as Voldemort observed Raven pondering if she was going to make the first move and she did…
"Well," she began, "I suppose you kidnapped my friends and forced me here for some other reason to just sit here?"
Voldemort was amused by her blunt sarcasm. It was almost refreshing from his daily lackeys squawking at his every order and flinching at every rebuke as though it was their death, of course it might have been…it was situational. Truthfully, Raven partially reminded Voldemort of himself as a teenager, those many years ago.
"Your right," Voldemort said with a wicked grin, "I brought you here for a purpose. I guess I will have to explain a few things first…" he trailed off expertly gaining Raven's attention, who sat up straighter on the edge of her chair alertly. "I know," he continued, "of your powers, your magic per say. As I've said before, I've been watching you and I know what you can do, but there is another kind of magic, a magic I and about a fourth of the population at least know about." Voldemort paused waiting for a reaction from Raven, but she remained impassive, surprisingly, but not unexpected.
A silence filled the room again, and Raven broke it again, "Why didn't you just kidnap me?"
"Because, Raven, I needed to give you some initiative to do what I wanted."
"Why didn't you just kidnap me along with my friends, you would have your initiative and me a lot faster and easier." Raven would have rolled her eyes with the word initiative if she did such things.
"I know how well you Teen Titans work together, and knew it would be easier to …capture," he added with a light smirk, "you friends and you separately." Raven thought this was a pretty lame reason, flattering yes, the truth, probably not.
"But," she began, brow furrowed, "You did not capture us separately," she was saying this more to sort out the thoughts, than to catch this strange man in a lie. She stared at the floor thinking, "Your team attacked a group of three, but you intended it to be four. You said earlier that it was an accident you did not capture Beast Boy as well." Voldemort's smirk was gone and he was irritated by the youth's logical thinking. Raven continued in a whisper that was only heard by herself. You just needed me by myself…but why?" Raven looked up and was slightly surprised by the anger behind the Dark Lord's eyes.
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Beast Boy waited until Raven and the snake-face man left the room and their footsteps faded. When they were no longer hearable, he transformed into his human form. He rushed to his friends sides and began trying to untie them, starting with Robin. He pulled at the bonds, but they were tight and seemed to have no end, they were continues, like circles. Eventually he stole, I mean borrowed, a bird-a-rang that had been left of Robin's utility belt and used the sharp end to cut threw their ropes.
Soon the captives were free…from the rope. He Beast Boy pulled the cut rope away from his friends' bodies and tossed them haphazardly across the room. Then he turned his attention on trying to wake them up. It was hard, especially since because he had to be quiet about it and Beast Boy found it hard to be quiet on a good day, let alone when he was in a dire situation of a sneaky rescue. Beast Boy sighed.
"Guys!" he called quietly to them, trying to wake them. He decided to try one at a time and move to the right of Robin. Beast Boy poked Robin in the shoulder and called, "Hey Robin, time to get up." Nothing. He tried it again and again with the same result. Beast Boy sighed again then a clever thought popped into his head.
Beast Boy leaned down next to Robin's ear once more and said in an urgent whisper, "Hey, Robin, it's Slade." All to be heard was the chirping of crickets. Beast Boy stood up frustrated, scratching the back of his head.
Little did he know that he was wasting his time on Robin, though he would have been more productive with either Starfire or Cyborg, but they were all still out cold. Not with drugs like Raven thought, but by a stunning spell, via a very strong stunning spell. Although this spell, or any, had never been tested on a Tamaranian or a half-robot…poor Robin…
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