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A/N: Okay, nothing really to say. Thanks for all the reviews, and I hope you like this chapter. Big chapter, too. Don't miss.

Actually, I would like to answer one person's review question. I can't say your name for two reasons. On being that won't allow me to. The other reason is that I forgot your name sorry. Anyway, the person refused to believe that Slade was good, and not evil. Answer: you're right. While Slade may not be pure evil in this story, he's still far from being a good guy. I wouldn't have put him in here without a reason.

Now for the story:

Chapter Five

People filed into the Opera house like wild animals. Everyone was ready and willing to watch the performance, done by the amazing teenage cast. The teenage cast had proved to be much more entertaining than the actual adult cast, and was thus far more popular. Everyone was excited about the performance. Except for one girl that is.

"I'm playing the page?" Raven asked, looking at her new script. Though she had been promoted, she was now mysteriously playing the silent part of the performance. Jinx had taken her place as the lead role.

"I hear it is to 'draw out' the Beast," Star told her. Being a foreign exchange student, Star still didn't quite grasp English grammar. Or slang. "From what I heard, masters Slade and the Brother Blood are trying to 'tick off' the Beast and draw him out of his hiding."

"So they gave me the only silent part?" Raven said, her eyes flashing dangerously. "Just because the Beast likes my voice? Just because he likes me?"

"I do not believe it fair either, friend Raven," Star replied. "I believe it best to give the Beast what he wants. Then he will not do harm to us."

"He won't harm anyone," Raven reassured her. She still remembered her little incident with the Beast only two nights ago. The thought fluttered around her head like a butterfly. Raven hated butterflies. "Oh well, at least I'm getting paid." Star only smiled in return.

'I just hope Gar will be okay,' Raven thought

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"You remember the plan?" Slade asked the assassin before him. Red X narrowed his eyes.

"Of course," he said, flicking his X-blade in and out. "I am not amateur at this. When the Beast interrupts the opera, which he will, then I strike. Don't worry about a thing. No one will hear a thing."

"They better not," Slade said, his own eyes narrowing. "We don't need any more bad press as it is."

"I won't fail," Red X hissed. He threw his X-blade at the wall, missing Slade my less than a centimeter. "I never miss."

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The play starts in five," Mad Mod yelled to his cast. "Victor, Jinx, Terra, Kitten, Gizmo! Are all four of you ready?"

"Yes Mr. Mad," came the reply in unison.

"Good," he replied, looking back own at his list. "Raven, Star, Speedy! How about you?"

"Yes, Mr. Mod," came the repeated reply.

"Good, good," Mod said. "Bee, Mas, Menos, Aquafag?"

Yes, Mr. Mod," came the reply from Bee, Mas, and Menos.

"HEY!" came the reply from Aqualad.

"Oh, get over it. It's about time you accept it, anyway," Mad Mod mumbled. "Alright, my little duckies. Show Time! Time to make this Mad old Mod proud!" With that, Mad Mod ran out of the room into the maestro's place int eh orchestra box.

Everyone was too busy rehearsing and getting ready to see or hear the person creeping above in the walkways above the theater. No one saw a masked man ran past the set, his cape flowing behind him. And no one noticed how he disappeared just like that.

Gar was angry. His demands had not been met. His salary had not been delivered. His balcony was already occupied by none other than Robin himself. The only reason he remained was so he could see his love perform. He could watch the fruits of his labors, and achieve his life-long dream through her. For when she sang, it was he they heard. Gar chuckled quietly. He had no idea of what would befall him, and many others, that fateful night.

The opera began. As the audience watched with glee, the performers ran out onto the stage. Gar closed his eyes so he could picture the opera in his mind. He had seen it done countless times before, so it was all imprinted in his memory. He listened closely, taking in every word and silently mouthing the words as each actor spoke. He even corrected their subtle flaws in his head.

Finally came the part he had been waiting for. The part for the countess, the lead female role, to sing her part. His ears perked up to ready themselves. He prepared to take in the most beautiful voice in the world. Raven's.

Instead, he got an earful of Jinx's wailing. As Gar screwed up his face, he opened his eyes. Looking down, he saw Jinx playing the countess, not Raven. Her voice was decent, but paled to Raven's superiority. He glanced down, looking for Raven. and he spotted her. She just came on and she was playing...the page!

What! Raven was playing the only silent female part! An outrage! Gar stood up in anger. Safely hidden behind the set, he projected his voice so the entire Opera House could hear him.

"I BELIEVE I HAD REQUESTED THAT BALCONY ONE BE LEFT OPEN!" he bellowed. At once, the opera stopped and the audience shrieked out as one "I ALSO BELIEVE I REQUESTED THAT MS. ROTH PLAY THE ESTEEMED PART OF THE COUNTESS!" he shouted.

The audience had now become restless, and were all shifting around in their seats. "How rude!" Jinx exclaimed, walking from her place on the stage to her stage-hand. She motioned for the hand to spray the usual water into her throat. She didn't know that Gar had switched the water for another chemical altogether.

Coming back on the stage, Jinx smiled to her audience. The people had all calmed down now, and were ready to continue on with the opera. Mad Mod motioned...and they began. The opera picked up from where they left off, all disturbances forgotten. That is, until Jinx sang again. As she opened her mouth, a loud croak escaped her throat. She covered her mouth, but it was too late. The entire Opera House was filled with laugher. Jinx tried again, but another croak just echoed. Victor ran up to her and pulled her off-stage

"Please remain calm!" Blood cried over the audience. He had appeared on the front of the stage. "It seems we are having...technical difficulties in the back!" he cried. "We will continue the play in five minutes...when Ms. Roth will play as the countess!"

At this, much applause could be heard from the audience. Raven blushed, but ran of-stage with the others to prepare.

"Until then, please enjoy...the ballet from Act 3!" he said, looking to Mad Mod. The British maestro was scurrying to get his notes for act three, and signaling madly to his orchestra. After a few moments of rustling, the ballet began.

As dancers flooded onto the stage, the audience finally calmed down. They had no idea what was going on above them. Up on the walkways above the theater, and behind the set was Red X. He looked around, and finally spotted his prey.

"Dead X," he said, pulling out an X-blade. Targeting carefully, he took in the sight of the boy that sat on the edge of the walkway. He wore a strange black-and-purple jumpsuit, with a long red and black cape blowing behind him. The masked boy was smiling, his emerald eyes fixed on the ballet.

"See you in hell, freak!" Red X threw the X. And to his surprise, he missed. The spot where the Beast had been was now completely empty. His X flew right by and struck the wall.

"Looking for me?" came a voice behind him. Red X turned to see the masked Beast standing directly behind him. How did he get there?

"Yes, actually," Red X replied, throwing another X. This one was liquid, and missed the Beast only nearly. The X melted against the wall, creating a large X-shaped hole in the wall. Red X couldn't believe it. He had missed...twice. The Beast's reflexes were incredible, like an animals.

"Take this!" Red X cried, throwing yet another set of X's. Out on the stage, no one heard a word of what was happening. The audience was too busy watching the great ballet. No one heard the battle that was going on just behind them.

"Yah!" Finally, Red X threw a giant X that trapped the Beast against the wall.

"You really think that'll stop me?" Gar asked, staring at the masked man before him.

"Yeah, I think so," Red X said, drawing another X-blade. "Don't struggle, this won't hurt a bit."

"Wanna bet?" Gar cried. As the Red X watched, Gar's skin began to crawl. The skin seemed to melt and turn to liquid. As the liquid skin quivered, it began to take another shape. As Red X watched in horror, Gar transformed.

His body expanded until the X trapping him snapped. His arms shrank, and his legs grew long and clawed. A large tail sprouted from his rear, and his body became covered in scales. As Red X shrank back in fear, Gar transformed into a giant Tyrannosaurus Rex.

"Shit..."

"RRAAARRGGH!" Gar roared. The roar was so loud that the people in the audience heard it. And they screamed. In fact, everyone screamed. The actors, people, and even Brother Blood screamed in fear. Slade merely gave an 'eep.' And Red X screamed like there was no freakin' tomorrow. And for him, that statement was true.

As the people and actors listened in fear, they heard even more screaming from behind the set, and above them. They heard what sounded like shredding, and clawing. And then, with one last scream, everything fell silent.

Everyone looked around. The roaring and slashing had stopped. The screaming has topped. It was so silent, you could've heard a pin drop. Hell, you could've heard someone picking their nose. As everyone looked at each other, they gave a huge sigh.

Jinx was the first to speak. "Whatever it was..." she said, her voice back to normal. "I think it's over." And that's when everyone began screaming again. A large cry rang out in unison at the horrific sight that had just appeared on the stage.

For, now hanging ten feet above the stage, was the body of Red X. His suit was ripped and torn in may places, and blood was still spilling from his various wounds. His mask had been removed and showed a pale, black haired face. His eyes were dead empty. And if that wasn't enough, the wire he was now hanging from was wrapped around his neck in a noose.

He was pretty damn dead. And certain things happen when a hanging corpse is dangling above an audience. The first thing is: PANIC!

At once, every person in the room screamed and jumped up. As people stampeded over people in a mad attempt to escape, all the actors ran behind the stage, away from the corpse. Raven saw Robin jump from his place at the balcony onto the floor. She began to run over to him as people ran by her. It was a huge mob to get out of the Opera House.

And, as all of this was happening, Raven thought only one thing. One thought that echoed throughout his mind.

'Garfield...,' she thought. 'What have you done?'

A/N: Time to end the chapter again. Next chapter is big in the emotional department. Raven has a deep emotional crisis. Can she still love Gar after what he's done? Would Robin be better? Big chances occur in chapter 6: The Rooftop!

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