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Hello again! Sorry about the fact that this took forever and a day to update, but college is back in session, and I must say Junior year doesn't give much free time. (Well, any, to be honest) So, with that in mind, I wanted to let you know right now that this incredibly long update time will probably become normal, and I apologize for that.
Despite this, I also promise not to pawn off any half-finished chapters just to appease the masses. So, in a nutshell, the longer it takes, the better it will be.
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Darkest Raven: Yeah, this was a LONG time in the making. Sorry to keep you guessing. I hope this chapter makes up for such an inexcusable wait. Enjoy!
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Sleep had not chosen to grace her with its presence up to this point, so why should it bother now? With that thought in mind, Raven rolled out of bed and glanced over at her clock. A dejected glower momentarily slid across her features before a masking calmness once again enveloped her expression.
Eleven thirty in the morning…that's just great. Now my whole schedule is off.
An inaudible sigh escaped the young empath's lips as she slowly gathered up a fresh leotard and cape, intent on checking in on their injured guest right after she took her morning shower. Thirty minutes later, Raven found herself standing in front of the medical observatory, checking his vital signs by way of a new self-regulating monitor Cyborg recently installed outside the door.
After the nanobot scare with Slade, it was decided that sick bay should possess the means to be quarantined if they were ever met with another nasty surprise like that again. Thus, the techno-savvy teenager adopted a hands free method of checking in on a patient, while at the same time increasing the versatility of perhaps the most frequently visited room in all of Titan's Tower.
A quick glance at the numerous vital signs revealed a slow, steady pulse as well as an oxygen intake about twelve percent lower than normal. Nodding her approval, the young woman quietlyentered the darkened room so as not to abruptly wake him from his much needed rest. Though she had felt a twinge of anxiety about leaving him alone for several hours, the sight that met her immediately dissipated any lingering thoughts of worry.
Various medical devices were haphazardly scattered around the premises, indicating that Cyborg had come to check up on him at least once since she had gone back to her room. In truth, the only thing that she really noticed was the presence of an IV in his left arm, coupled with a saline drip that was suspended over his bed. Her thoughts centered on the fact that he hadn't had any food or liquids for almost two days now, meaning that dehydration would soon have become a problem had he not already been cared for by the cybernetic young man.
Concentrating on the various facts and figures surrounding their visitor helped to sublimate any emotions that might try to pierce her mental armor. The last several hours had been spent in quiet meditation of sorts, her thoughts cascading over all the things that had happened, what they might mean, and the possible consequences of pursuing any one of them. Eventually, Raven had arrived at the difficult conclusion that Trigon was her first priority and that it would be foolish to complicate something so dangerous and volatile with unnecessary feelings and emotions.
Unlike the last time she futilely tried to pursue this course of action, the young woman now embraced the fact that she was attracted to this newcomer. However, the feelings she had for him would now be acting as a shield against her desires, as the only way she could manage to be near him and stay detached was if it was for his own safety. Regardless, the knowledge that her actions would likely save him from being hurt by her father did little to take away the pain from the agonizing irony that such a thing entailed. A sad, sarcastic smile pushed its way through her expressionless visage.
The only way I can be with him is if I know he'll be safe, but in order to keep him safe, I have to push him away. It sounds so wrong, but its the only thing I can do...
With a single mental shove, a multitude of distressed feelings were thrust out of her immediate thoughts, and she pulled up her cowl. Not wanting to startle him, she floated over to a window located on the far side of the room and drew back a single blind, casting a minimal amount of light into the darkened room. As several rays of light landed squarely on the young man's face, Raven couldn't help but produce a shallow smirk when he simply rolled his head to the other side of the pillow and began to snore softly.
He's almost as bad as Beast Boy...Let's see how long he stays asleep with my 'cold hand' on his forehead.
A few quick steps brought her right up to the side of the bed, and without any further adieu, she placed the palm of her hand flush against his brow. Instantly, a strong grip enveloped her wrist and twisted her arm painfully, jarring her senses from the sheer surprise of his reaction.
It all happened so fast after that; she wasn't even aware of her powers taking the opportunity to manifest themselves a slight distance above their heads. The last thing she clearly saw prior to the embedded light in the ceiling explode was the look of absolute shock so prominently displayed across the young man's face. Before she could even try and come to terms with what just happened, a shower of sparks and glass fragments began to rain down from above.
Instinctively, she jumped backwards to avoid the debris, turning her body so as to evade any projectiles that might catch her in the eyes. A surprised yelp reached her ears a moment later, followed by the hasty creak of a box spring mattress as the young man rolled out of the way to avoid being burnt or cut.
It was just a matter of bad luck that the bed was only three feet wide.
With a profound thud, the injured youth landed on the floor, letting out a single grunt of pain before everything once again went silent. Several seconds passed, and Raven had just begun to realize that he might have actually hurt himself before a light-hearted chuckle sounded from the spot in which she had just heard him topple to the ground. Perplexed at his odd reaction, she turned back around and skirted the mattress, looking down upon his prone form from the foot of the bed.
Lying on the floor with a big stupid grin on his face, he looked like a mummy with the sheets wrapped around him and both arms crossed over his chest. A single droplet of blood adorned the crook of his left elbow, and she noted the IV needle hanging loosely off to the side, evidently a consequence of his fall.
At the sight of her, his grin only widened until he was actually laughing, though he had a look of pain on his face at every jolt to his chest. Raven, on the other hand, was infuriated at the fact that he found this situation amusing when just moments ago she had thought he might be seriously injured. Seeing the scowl on her face, the young man's expression sobered up rather quickly, though he was still unable to hold back a bit of quiet laughter now and then. Several recollections from early this morning began to filter through his mind, filling in some of the gaps surrounding his clouded memory of where he was and what was going on.
"You really caught me off guard there. For a second, I thought I was back in…" His voice trailed off momentarily, as did his smile, but after a short time, both returned in full force. A quick glance up at the broken light brought a glimmer of sadness into his overall demeanor.
"I guess my reaction really surprised both of us." His attention shifted from the decimated fixture to the shadow enclosed eyes of the girl above him.
"I'm really sorry. If I knew it was you, I wouldn't have reacted that way." At his words, the young man began to sit upright, but a grimace of pain halted his progress and he was quick to lie back down. Realizing that he may have injured himself after all, Raven cast off any ill feelings and quickly made her way to his side.
"Don't try to move, just tell me where it hurts." The youth began to shake his head as if to say it was nothing, but a stern look from the girl hovering over him prompted a different response. Eventually, a sigh escaped his lips and he moved a free hand over his stomach, indicating the source of the pain. Without further inquiry, the empath pulled back the sheets with her dark powers and cringed at the sight of his freshly opened wounds.
I should have finished healing this when I had the chance, but my concentration...After seeing his eyes open, I just couldn't think of anything else...
Placing both hands a few inches over the gashes in his side, she began to chant her mantra. A puzzled expression overtook the young man's features, mostly because he had no idea what she was doing, but also due to the fact that her words sounded somehow familiar. Any further thoughts he might have had were cast away as a breathtaking sense of warmth washed across his body and centered itself at the spot of his injuries. When he raised his head a bit, he was astonished to see her hands glowing an iridescent blue. Both eyes widened, and his voice was a bit breathy.
"What…are you doing?" Raven didn't even look up, knowing full well that gazing into his hazel eyes was what disrupted her concentration the last time she attempted this.
"I'm healing you, so be quiet." The injured boy was far too immersed in the pleasant sensation her mysterious powers brought upon him to argue her point. Without another word, he laid his head back down and let her work on his wounds in peace. When she was done, a single sweep of her hand closed the tiny hole in his arm.
Less than a minute later, both teens were up on their feet, Raven adjusting the hood of her cloak and the young man testing the newly healed skin on his stomach for signs of discomfort. His response regarding her work was more to himself than anything else.
"Not even a scar…that's amazing." He tilted his head to the side and observed the girl before him with a puzzled look.
"How…" Raven cut off his unspoken question with a quick head shake and replied in her characteristic monotone voice.
"You wouldn't understand. Do you feel any pain?" The youth glanced down to where his injuries used to be, and gave his stomach a gentle poke, followed by a studier jab. Satisfied, he grinned softly and shook his head side to side.
About a second passed before an impish look overtook his features.
This whole situation was becoming far too serious for his liking, and he aimed to lighten the mood if for no better reason than to witness a smile on such a cute little lady who just refused to show emotion.
Glancing over at the bed filled with glass and scorch marks, followed by a quick peek at the blackened outlet above their heads, he eventually got around to peering down at the bundle of sheets lying at his feet. Crossing both arms over his chest, the young man regarded the empath with a jovial look.
"I still can't believe all this happened just because I scared you a little." Seeing her eyes widen slightly, he cast her a toothy grin.
"Just goes to show you that pretty girls are capable of breaking more than hearts, I guess." He finished with a shrug and a laugh, expecting the same from her a moment later. His smile vanished when she spun around and plastered both arms flush against her sides. Not understanding such an unexpected reaction, he simply stood where he was, resisting the urge to apologize out of fear that his words would only upset her more.
Raven, on the other hand, was far too immersed in her own thoughts to register any meager apology he might sputter out.
He thinks I'm pretty? But why would...no...it doesn't mean anything...just a comment, nothing more.
She needed a distraction of some sort to redirect her focus away from his off-handed compliment, and it did not take long to latch onto something still fresh in her memory. A muted groan passed through her mind when she decided this was as good a time as any to ruin any possible relationship between them. One passing thought of how much she despised irony was more than enough to set her on the path of no return.
Whirling about, Raven noted the look of surprise on her victim's features with more than a bit of satisfaction. A single powerful stride brought her right up to the young man and a savage jab to his bare chest forced him back a step. Looking up at him from beneath her hood, she wondered if he was even the least bit intimidated considering the fact that she barely came up to his shoulder.
One glimpse at the look of apprehension swathed across his face provided the obvious answer.
Summoning up her best scowl, the young woman began what she hoped would be an effective tirade against any further acts of indiscriminate kindness.
"Now you listen to me . The only reason I'm wasting my time here is because you were injured and needed my help. As far as you need to be concerned, this is just a check up, so don't try getting cute. Understand?" By this time, the youth's expression had turned to stone, and he answered her question with a slow nod of his head, making sure to keep eye contact all the while.
On impulse, another stab of her finger found its mark in the same spot as the last one, making the young man momentarily flinch in pain. His expression slowly turned into a scowl, though he made no move to say or do anything. Raven took his subdued behavior to mean that he was taking this all to heart, and though it pained her dearly, she knew it couldn't end yet.
"And another thing, you didn't scare me. All you managed to do was act unreasonable and cause my powers to respond in kind." At the word 'unreasonable', his eyes grew wide for a moment, but she pushed on before he could disrupt her momentum. A hand shot up from her side and took in the light fixture, bed, and tousled sheets with one grandiose motion.
"As far as I'm concerned, this is all your fault, and if I have my way, I'll make sure you're the one who has to repair the damages. Have I made myself clear?" The scowl from before had now been masked over by a blank look of indifference. Though he seemed to have calmed down greatly, his response was set behind clenched teeth.
"Crystal. " At his response, the young woman raised an eyebrow.
One more cheap shot at his ego, and that should do it.
"My name's 'Raven', not 'Crystal'. Don't mistake me for some inflatable doll you play with when you're alone." At her words, his jaw dropped, and then quickly snapped shut with a satisfying click, indicating beyond a doubt that he had been pushed far enough. After all that, Raven really didn't want to get into an explosive argument with him, and thus she took a quick escape in the manner of bending down quickly and gathering up the sheets in one of her arms.
That, of course, was a mistake.
No sooner had the young woman attained a firm hold on the scattered sheets than a jolt of pain shot through her wrist, causing a sharp intake of breath to pass by her lips and the pile of laundry to fall back to the floor. Realizing her mistake, Raven could only cringe as the youth hesitantly bent down a few moments later to help her with the linens. After what had just transpired, it greatly surprised her that he was trying to help at all, and thus she was taken aback when his expression revealed prominent indications of sorrow and regret.
Unlike before, the young man was making a point to avoid eye contact, though he went out of his way to make sure all the sheets found their way into his arms so that she wouldn't aggravate her injury again. After almost a full minute of silence, a small pile of linens now adorned the foot of the bed, fashioning a memorial of sorts to commemorate the odd turn of events that had led them to the point they were at now.
With his task complete, both figures found themselves enveloped in an awkward situation, neither party quite sure how to proceed from where they had so forcibly left off. The momentary silence was broken soon afterwards by the rise and fall of the youth's shoulders, accompanied by an almost inaudible sigh. A hesitant shuffle of his feet was all that stood between him and the determination to do what he knew to be right.
Turning back around, a few short strides guided him to the point at which he could begin making amends for his actions. With both eyes downcast, the young man gingerly took hold of Raven's injured wrist and cradled it between his two hands. Though her features were indistinguishable beneath the deep shadows of the cowl, he could only imagine the loathing she must feel for his audacity in taking her hand in his.
A slight tremble was now detectable in her delicate grip, and it was with a sincere wish that he hoped she wouldn't act on her emotions and hit him before he was allowed the chance to finish what had been started. He pushed any lingering feelings of indecisiveness aside and spoke.
"I'm…sorry I hurt you." As the words left his mouth, both thumbs began to gently massage the area where he remembered grabbing her arm, melting away the pain from the small injustice he had cast upon her. A soothing ruby light washed itself across his body, accompanied by a sense of penetrating warmth cascading down both arms and out through his hands. The added heat was well received by the empath, as a contented sigh abruptly escaped her lips.
Despite everything that had just transpired, he still felt the same way as he had early this morning. Some kind of deeper connection stood between them, almost as if an unseen tether line was drawing him closer to her. Of course he had been angry, and rightly so, but it was still there now, strong as ever.
"What I said…and did…I didn't mean…I wouldn't have…" All sorts of jumbled feelings were coursing through the boy's chest, engulfing his mind in a myriad of thoughts and ideas that no longer seemed as foreign as they might once have been.
Even though his words would not heed his command, another gift still remained within the young man's authority. A powerful aquamarine glow briefly masked his frame behind shimmering vapors, enveloping the wrist of the young woman and infusing her injury with the clean, purifying element of water.
After laying his eyes upon this girl previously in the day, he had been struck with a sense that she was to be held apart from the others he had met. Somehow, she had deserved a separate area in his mind dedicated solely to her, confirming beyond a doubt that something important lay behind that cold persona and biting temper.
"Raven, I don't know what I'm supposed to say, but I would like to think that we still have the chance to be friends…I owe you that much." Up to this point, her cowled visage had remained fixed on his expression of remorse, even though the gaze of the young man before her was cast downward. Now, at his last words, she averted her eyes, embarrassment flooding her mind at the notion that somehow he owed her anything after what she had just done to him.
Her awkward feelings were cast aside a moment later when a soft golden glow lit up the surrounding area. A sense of vigor enveloped her weakened wrist, telling her beyond a doubt that his elemental mastery over earth had sent her injury well on its way to a full recovery. Without even thinking about it, she once again raised her eyes towards his face, and was both delighted and frightened that he was now likewise looking down at her.
"Even though you probably don't care, I'm still going to be kind to you, and do my best to get you to like me." A sudden flicker of a smile passed across his features, lightening the mood if for only a moment. In accordance with his pleasing expression, a delicate white aura surrounded his person, casting all that was around him in a gentle glow.
"If there's one thing you'll learn about me, it's that once I…" The words caught in his throat as he got his first clear look at her. As the cleansing breeze wove its way over and across her wrist, all sense of what he was doing was lost when his eyes took in the illuminated features hidden away beneath that cowl. Even after the gentle light began to fade away, her face was still firmly etched into his memory.
The pale glow produced by his telekinetic abilities had overpowered the deep shadow of her hood, basking her beautiful expression in what he could only come to perceive as moonlight. Twin amethyst gems peered up at him amidst a sea of fine porcelain, bestowing the sense that he was observing an angel come down from above.
By now, his mind was screaming that he had seen this image before, and he was an absolute fool for not remembering exactly where or when. Thoughts and feelings began to slam against the makeshift wall deep within his sub consciousness, begging to be freed from their unjust prison. Despite the mental torment brought on by such an impromptu recollection, a single outlet of emotion clawed its way up to the surface.
Without even being aware of the action, the young man was somewhat surprised to suddenly find a single hand cupping Raven's cheek, his thumb gently gliding across her soft skin with the tenderness of a child.
An overwhelming urge to kiss her attacked his mind from two fronts; not only did he feel that this was the right thing to do, but it also went without saying that nothing else would have made him happier at that moment. The feel of her skin against his adequately dissipated any opposing thoughts, instead flooding his mind with the thundering upsurge of his own heartbeat.
No matter how strong his willpower, all thoughts of restraint fled his mind once he brazenly gazed into her eyes. Shimmering pools of lavender met his own, conveying a sense of warmth and acceptance he had not been accustomed to for a very long time.
A stifled, hesitant smile adorned Raven's lips as she casually leaned into his touch, adding the weight of her own hand atop his. Such a thing was far too much to resist, and thus it was with the zeal of a love struck young man that he leaned in close, presenting the girl before him with the most heartfelt act of affection he could muster.
Just as his lips pierced the outer edge of her cowl, a soft whimper escaped Raven's throat, and she turned her head slightly so as to avoid the full effects of his touch. In turn, he kissed her cheek delicately, oblivious to the strained expression of grief and uncertainty which had now enveloped the girl before him. A flicker of sadness passed across her eyes, and it was with a strained conscious that she considered the consequences of what this all meant.
Why is this happening to me? I...I shouldn't ever feel this way for someone, its unnatrual. Then, why won't it go away? What makes him so special? Is it even that? I can't tell...
A passing thought momentarily skimmed through her mind, relating an earlier memory of the time she had peered into his very soul. When she first made telepathic contact with him, she had withdrawn from his mind with a sense that he understood her on a level far surpassing anything she had come across before. That instance had instilled within her a range of conflicting emotions that seemed to contradict everything she had previously come to learn about herself.
He saw into my mind...he knows what I am...but here we are. How can he accept that? How could anyone accept that, knowing that they face a demon...
Bits of moisture were beginning to gather in her eyes, and she quickly blinked them away, not wanting to ruin the moment with unnecessary emotions. A small mental barrier instantly went up within her mind, holding back any further temptation to give into her feelings. Still, she couldn't help but ponder over what he possibly saw in her to begin with.
That smile...his smile...it was warm. Did I just imagine the look of serenity in his eyes? What did he see that made him feel so comfortable? It had to be me, but why...? Kindred spirits? Despite all our differences, maybe we are one in the same. If that's the case, then...
A soft smile began to overtake her features as she considered the real reason they had fallen for one another so easily. As the rationale behind their feelings finally began to take form, Raven found a new source of strength on which to stiffen her resolve.
He doesn't care about looks any more than I do. All that matters is that we're here, together, able to share a burden too great to bear alone. We both understand and can share our feelings without fear or worry.
For so long, both she and the young man before her kept everything hidden away inside their hearts, threatening to consume them with every step they took. Now, both had a chance to change and embrace a new life full of hope and renewal, instead of grief and sorrow.
I finally understand that it isn't what I am he likes, but who I am. My strengths, my faults, none of them matter. I don't have to worry about any of it, because I know he'll never care. I can be myself, and thats what makes me special in his eyes. Just me being me. Always.
A second advent of tears began to assail her features, and this time, she accepted them as a sign of new beginnings. The mental barrier she had placed within her psyche dissipated into nothingness at her next thought.
For that, and for so much more, that's why...I love him.
With a weak smile still on her lips, she gently pushed away from their tender embrace and readjusted her hood. A slight tremble took hold of the young girl, and she reflexively cradled her wrist close to her frame. Now standing a few feet back from the boy in front of her, she slowly raised her eyes and cast him a gentle smile. Her voice was meek, a perfect reflection of how she felt inside amidst the pleasant thoughts and emotions swirling around within her head.
"Thank you…"
At her words, she once again cast her eyes down and hid beneath the shadows of her hood. A few seconds of silence passed between them, neither figure quite sure what to say or do. Eventually, the youth worked up the nerve to speak, though his voice was a bit strained compared to before.
"You…you're welcome. It shouldn't hurt so much now." From the depths of her hood, a delicate smile passed across Raven's lips, and she replied in a light tone.
"Mm hmm, I fell a lot better…and…thank you for what you did to my wrist, too." The young man was already nodding when he suddenly caught what she had said. Before he could question her, she continued on.
"You must be starving. Let's go down to the kitchen and see what the boys are making." An unmistakable look of hunger involuntarily took hold of his features, and as if on cue, his stomach let out a loud grumble. Though his first thought was that she would think him rude, he could have sworn a suppressed giggle came out from beneath her cowl.
He had the last laugh though when her stomach began to grumble too.
With both of them in good spirits, Raven led the way over to the door so that they could head down to the main room. As she released the security lock, a sudden thought occurred to her, and she turned back to the young man.
"You probably don't remember, but two days ago, before you got injured, we all introduced ourselves to you. Right after that, a big fight broke out and you never got the chance to introduce yourself to us." She tilted her head to the side slightly, a curious look overtaking her features.
"So …what's your name, anyway?"
Though a straightforward question for most people, that simple inquiry was like being hit with a brick as far as the young man was concerned. While his memories of the battle with the Titans might still be just a blur, memories from before that time were as clear and crisp as ever. A distressed feeling coursed through his mind, dredging up old thoughts and emotions that he would have preferred to leave hidden away.
The simple truth was, as much as the thought disturbed him, he didn't have a name.
Throughout his life at the institute, Wraith had referred to him as a number, zero one seven three, reducing him to nothing more than an animal. In an effort to salvage some of their humanity, he and Theresa had named one another, and to her, he was known as Raphael. Neither, however, was actually his name, just designations he had gone by to make life somewhat tolerable. Now, to be asked for his real name, coupled with the knowledge that he didn't have one, left him feeling empty inside.
Despite his negative outlook, a strong sense of hope overcame his feelings, as well as the promise for a new beginning. The past was the past, and all he could do was look towards the future. With that thought firmly in place, it occurred to the youth that he should forge a new identity for himself, paving the way to a whole new life.
At that moment, a small beam of light from the mid-morning sun slipped past a single open blind, landing squarely on the blood red gem set upon Raven's forehead. The sight was quite awe-inspiring, as the dark hues of the jewel contrasted rather nicely with her pale features. A glimmer of awe suddenly lit up his eyes as he considered what exactly the gem was, and how such an item could relate to him and his elemental abilities.
Almost as if it were a sign, the boy grinned broadly, taking in the irony that it would only be fitting to have his third and final name, his true name, be reflexive of the third person who has made such an impact on his life.
A nod of self-satisfaction bolstered his decision, and he awkwardly extended his hand, intent on introducing himself properly to the girl he had unexpectedly come to hold so close to his heart.
"My name is…Rune. It's a pleasure to meet you, Raven."
A strong sense of self-fulfillment accompanied those words, stressing the fact that he was a real person, now and forever, not just some experiment waiting to be examined. Feelings of happiness began to course through his mind, promising a better future as well as a new chance to experience what life has to offer. His past was behind him, and from now on, he would try and live only for the future. Along with his positive feelings came a single tear, representing the one good memory he had from his time in that prison.
With a new beginning comes the time to shed what we once were, and embrace the unknown. In order to truly be free from the bonds of our past, one must put behind all that once was our existence, both the good and the bad. Most deem this impossible, and thus find themselves shackled by experiences long since forgotten by others. In this respect, few people truly understand what it means to be free, as they are a prisoner of their own fears and worries.
Such a struggle was now raging in the mind of Rune, his thoughts and emotions battling for supremacy as to whether or not he should do what he knew to be right. Eventually, a serene calmness descended over his emotions, giving him the strength to do what he needed to in order to break away from his past. A whimsical smile passed over his features as he considered the fact that she would have wanted him to do this for his own sake, as it was the only way he would truly be free from the rigors of his tortuous memories.
Goodbye, Theresa. May you rest in peace. I'll see you again, some day. So, until then, just remember that...I love you.
A hot tear glided down his cheek, and he quickly brushed it away before Raven could notice. Within seconds, a smile found its way onto his face as he considered something that hadn't made itself apparent to him until this very moment. A slight laugh escaped his lips, and the young woman turned to regard him with a questioning look.
"It's nothing …I just…you remind me of someone from my past. I was thinking that you two probably would have been friends if you ever had the chance to meet one another." Raven turned back around, pulling her cloak tight against her shoulders in an effort not to shudder at the very thought. Her voice took on an icy tinge, conveying the sense that something he said had struck a cord.
"I don't make the same mistakes twice." And with that, she strode out of the room, leaving a perplexed Rune to either catch up to her or become lost amidst the twisting hallways of Titans Tower.
That, my friends, would be Chapter 6. I hoped you all enjoyed reading it! Also, I would just like to mention once again that update times are up in the air, so I'm sorry to say that this will most likely be a normal occurrence with college fully back in session.
The only consolation I can offer is, like I said at the beginning, the longer it takes, the better it will be. Sorry. Until next time, good luck with your fan fictions, and don't forget to leave a review! Thanks!
