Sherbet Mayhem: Why hello, fellow travelers. Here I am, at 00.54, beginning a new chapter. Let's see where the night leads us, eh? Who knows what fun we can have
Lol, enjoy chapter five. Things are gonna get sticky P
Me no own TT. Cry. Cry. Cry.
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Vision
Chapter Five: Deceived
But they were all of them, Deceived,
for another Ring was made...
And into this Ring,
He poured his cruelty, his malice,
And his will to dominate all life...
(Galadriel, "The Fellowship of the Ring")
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where am i
chains cold on my arms floor cold underneath smells of petrol in here
where am i
am i alone i feel alone i feel nothing much but cold
i'm so tired
these chains are cold they sound heavy when i move my arms feel like water
open eyes raven open eyes see where you are see who took you you already know
i don't understand this must be a vision i can hardly breathe hardly feel just cold
i wish this were simple
sound feet pat pat on the floor pat pat harder shiny shoes can hear it smart
where is robin he likes how i laugh he would never let me be stolen away
i can take care of myself
this isn't a vision
WAKE UP RAVEN
this isn't a vision i can't just wake up
open eyes open pull pull water
WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP move your damned arms pat pat closer very close hear the breath hear the breath
don't touch me too close WAKE UP
this is real
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She wakes to cold chains about her wrists, stinging as they weigh them down. She cannot see, but feels, feels her arms pulled high, uncomfortable. Is she standing? She cannot tell. All is numb and blind to her.
She feels the cold floor beneath her, as though she stands over a raincloud. Harder though. Not soft and wet as she imagined. Hard and cold as pride. Her hair tickles her eyes.
She thinks of Robin and feels a little warmer.
Pat pat on the floor
Someone approaches. She hears it, but doesn't react. She doesn't know how – her entire body is chill and weary. Is the air cold around her? No, no it isn't. Then why is she so cold? The footsteps are closer. She hears a slight squeak of the shoes; they're well polished, shiny.
Her breath is ragged, and she imagines the fluffs of air before her mouth as she exhales, sharply, into the air. It's not cold, but she is, and when cold meets hot, steam is inevitable. She's an intelligent girl. She knows this. Then why doesn't she know what's happening? And why can't she open her eyes?
The footsteps stop, and she senses whoever it is lean in, close, closer. Too close. Her body stiffens, wary of that it cannot see. She can hear foreign breath, not her own, but wet, sticky, excited. No rings of cold meet hot come from that breath in the air. Passion ignites it. She is an empath. She knows these things. She feels too much. Hates it. Hates the desire in the breath. It's a man. She knows already exactly who it is. She doesn't want to know but she knows and it frightens her. In his arms before, he tore her clothes, brought up her past, a place she ran from every second, every day. His moist breath invaded her ears not too long ago. She does not want a repeat performance. Memories are horrific enough.
"Wh---" she plucks up enough courage and strength to talk, despite the heavy, drowning sensation in her lips, like air in liquid, "Where...am I?"
"You're chained up. You can't escape."
Not the voice she expected. But in his breath, still that cold, white hot desire, wet angry passion, loathing and happiness. Familiarity? She doesn't know. She's been drugged, how can she know?
"Slade...don't try to trick me."
"I already have, Raven."
robin help me
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He ordered a complete search of the Tower, asked Beast Boy to try and remember all he could, and picked up the mirror. Its glass was broken, and only a few tearful edges remained about the circumference of the mirror. He signed, his breath warm with worry. He'd always imagined it to freeze up if anything happened to her, and he didn't understand why. He'd imagined wrong.
He placed the mirror down on a cupboard in Raven's messy room. He'd sent Starfire to search the living quarters, and Cyborg to check the basement. Beast Boy was ordered to check the rest of the rooms and the training area, while he himself...
I don't know what i'm doing
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That voice so familiar it can't be those fangs i hear on those lips
it can't be he wouldn't that desire is not him it mustn't be it can't he won't he wouldn't
My friend would not put me in chains would not NOT NOT hurt me WOULD NOT
this is a vision has to be
"Wakey wakey Raven. You'll wish this was a dream before you're done."
She prises open her eyes and surprises herself when tears slip out of them. Her hair catches them, wraps them up safely, saves them for later. She sees the green and her heart despairs. Who knows how to betray better than he who has been betrayed? She is in his hands.
"I told you you'd just get hurt."
Blood rain blood reign I am the blood he is the steam that crawls the shadow in my nightmares
Betrayal stings like a wasp and poisons you till you choke
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Robin felt as though he were floating on water, face down to the deep, with the essential information drowning underneath him and the water to murky to tell the truth. Pieces of information occasionally graced him but he lost them as they swept away of their own accord. There was more going on than he knew, deeper, more heavy than he. He wanted to squeeze the oxygen out of himself and sink, as long as it led to her, as long as it could help i'd die for raven? Would i? and as long as the answers came i think i would. He'd sink and learn, and that would please him. More than this tentative searching.
He decided to check the security cameras. Surely they would show something. He had them fitted in everybody's rooms; not something they knew about, but not something he abused either. He'd actually never used the private camera system as of yet, excluding a quick check to see if everything had been installed correctly. Even Cyborg wasn't aware of it.
He entered his bedroom, which smelled a little like musty bananas, with an unmade bed (a sign of stress in Robin, leader of the Titans) and a closed window. The lights were dim; always had been. He flipped a switch under his desk and the screen of his desktop computer flickered on, into black and white surveillance. The time now was 9.13pm. Time for bed for youngsters. How long had she been gone? He checked his communicator. Beast Boy's frantic call had been at 7.58pm. He rewound the camera tapes quickly, eyes scanning darkly for the digits he required. This felt like a dream to him. He wanted to cry.
He found 7.56 and pressed play; then fiddled a little with the toggle options of the surveillance system so he could watch all seven camera screens at once: one in each of the five Titans' rooms, one in the main living area, and one at the very entrance to the Tower. He would surely see the assailant. He watched Raven, alone in her bedroom, lying on her bed, covered in near darkness. She was difficult to see in the sepia hue of the screen. He saw Beast Boy, sitting in his own room. 7.57pm struck, and Robin's eyes narrowed, scanning every inch of every section of tape, stalking the facts like a panther.
7.58pm flipped in the corner of the screen, and Robin watched carefully. This minute was the crucial one. He watched Raven, unaware of what was happening. He watched Beast Boy, still sitting on his bed. There was no sign of anyone else in the Tower. It was dead.
Beast Boy puts his communicator to his mouth and speaks.
Robin watched in some confusion. The call Beast Boy had made had been panicked, as if some sort of attack had taken place at that moment. He pressed another few buttons, and some sound made itself known. The cameras had microphones, and Robin listened intently. He rewound the tape a few seconds and watched again, confused and his stomach in knots. The sepia made him feel small. 2-D. Unalive.
"Robin! ROBIN! Help!"
His heart was in his chest as he watched Beast Boy, sitting calmly on his unmade bed, make the call. He watched it again, and again. No pain was evident on Beast Boy's face. No fear. Calculation. He let the tape play, and watched on. The communicator was replaced. Beast Boy exited his room and headed to Raven's. Robin felt sick, kept watching, watching.
Beast Boy knocks on Raven's door. She gets up, body smooth and sleek despite the fatigue, and glides to the door. He enters, smiles and politeness. She forces a smile.
The conversation unnerved Robin as he watched, and repeated, and watched, and repeated.
"Hey, Raven...how you feeling?"
A pause"Okay I guess"
A longer pause. Awkwardness.
"Think you're cracking up?"
Confusion.
"What?"
He repeats: "Think you're cracking up?"
Her face was astounded, almost hurt.
"Beast Boy..."
He takes hold of her mirror, grins at her.
"I do."
Robin's breath stopped. He couldn't move as he watched.
He displays the mirror's shiny surface to the girl before smashing it into his forehead, glass tinkling onto himself and the floor. Raven watches, dumbstruck, body still, rigid.
"What are you---"
Her voice is cut off as Beast Boy points out his hand towards her. She jolts, and then collapses, eyes wide and white. Beast Boy transforms on camera, into a giant scaly green pterodactyl, grasps the unconscious girl in his deceptive talons, and slams through the window. They disappear.
His breath is ragged, fearful, angry, so angry.
They were all of them, Deceived...
His fists clenched till his nails tore and hurt him. The tape continued to run, blank, blank. The Tower was empty. Dead. Only broken glass to remind them.
He skipped forward on the camera roll. At 8.22pm, Beast Boy returned through Raven's window. He transformed back into his treacherous self, and prepared himself in the corner. The rest of the Titans had returned at 8.34pm.
If only we were earlier if only we'd caught him guessed his game
Raven where is she
Raven...
Betrayal stings like a wound and bleeds till it swallows you whole
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"I'll kill him" he muttered, hands shaking as the screen finally went blank. Everything inside collapsed.
I'll kill him if he touches her
"I'll kill you..." his words were barely audible. His head down, heavy with knowledge and sorrowful comprehension. The veil had been lifted, but without it life was a heavier load to bear. He was beginning to sink now, to understand. Her vision, Raven's vision, in the pool in her head...she'd attacked Beast Boy...
"I'll kill you!" he screamed, yanking his head back as he dropped to his knees. His logic, his control, fled away in despair, and his fists pummeled the floor. Again. Again. Voice echoed in the hallways and the night.
He heard the others at the door to his room, felt their stares of utter bemusement. He didn't care. He knew Beast Boy would be gone now. He didn't need to turn and look.
"I'll kill you if you touch her" he whispered, only to himself, silent promises.
"I'll kill you."
Betrayal moans in the night and whines till you give in and kill and kill.
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Sherby: there we go that was a nice quick update for you, wasn't it? I haven't got going into the good stuff yet – just wanted to get another chapter pumped out for you guys so you could know that i'm gonna be updating a little more regularly, hopefully. Originally this chapter was meant to be longer, but you know, I'll break it up a little, add to the suspense. So, Beast Boy's a Beastie, eh? Or is he? Wait and find out. Review, you know you want to the more reviews I get, the quicker I update. You know the drill D
Hope you enjoyed, see you soon D
God bless x x x
Sherby x x
(Oh I owe Lord of the Rings; the Fellowship of the Ring for the script inserts, and I finished this chap at like exactly 3.00 am. I rock. woot yaaaah.)
