Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans.
TWENTY FIFTH ENTRY. You know, I really never thought I would get to this number. Thanks for all the reviewer support over the course of this thing! And no, I'm not stopping.
So this started out as one line, and progressed into the whole angsty thing from there. Wahaha. I'm evil. Thankies to animeobsessed3191 for reviewing!
-With His Blood On My Hands-
Feet pounded on cement as the remaining Titans chased down one who had been their own, eyes hardened by their pain and loss. The rain that slammed forcefully into them was of no matter, as the intent and focused three sought to hunt down Raven, and give Justice what it demanded for her murder of Beast Boy three weeks ago.
Moments later the rain ceased, though the overcast sky was still stormy gray. Starfire, who had been flying ahead, came to an abrupt halt. Robin and Cyborg slid to a stop, chests heaving from their exertion. On the ground in front of them, the still form of Raven lay. Dressed in a dark sweatshirt and torn jeans, one hand hung limply by her side while the other stretched out towards the freedom of the city edge. Robin knelt down beside her, two fingers pressing against her neck. There was no pulse. Raven, once of the Teen Titans, murderer of Beast Boy, was dead. He rose as Starfire bent to retrieve something.
On the road, half soaked by a puddle, a little black book had been thrown from her pocket when the teen had fallen, never to get up. The red haired alien picked it up, opening it slowly to the last page on which something had been written. Bits of writing had been put in at various times, eventually forming a poem that spanned over her flight from the Titans. Starfire read it out loud in a ragged voice.
They found me, with his blood on my hands.
I tried to tell them, but they couldn't understand.
So now I flee, hunted
By the ones who I cared for.
And still do.
I don't know if he's alive
I pray to whatever god there is that he is
Because if he's gone
Why should I be here?
I'm weary
Tired of running
Of hiding
From them.
It's too much
My body can't handle the strain
I'm swamped in waves of pain
As my feet keep going…
Stop
Just once
To let me rest
And try to understand why
They can't.
My heart hurts
Is it for his loss, or my pain?
I can't tell
The world fades into blackness as night comes
As my bleeding heart comes
To a broken rest.
She looked up at Cyborg and Robin, tears falling down her face.
"She did not kill him, but we killed her."