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A/N: Well … um … is this late to you guys?

Like I said I'm sorry for the late updates, I'm trying, I'm trying all right! Give me a break please, I love all my views and I am sticking to my stories – most of hem anyway – so be the calm and cool, max, relax, and just read this chapter. Before you know it time will fly and the next update will be here.

So thanks for sticking me – and no this story isn't over – I'm just taking the time to really thank you guys (coughsuckupcough), being for real though.

Enjoy the story.

Oh and this is the twelfth chapter. Sorry for the mix up last chapter :P

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Most Known Unknown

"ROBIN!"

Nothing, absolutely nothing could brace Star for the feeling that she was getting in her gut. Robin, her boy, her other … her … her friend … he was in there and there was a gunshot. Sure she was panicked when he jumped into the fray of all the bullets and fistfights back at the docks, but he had back up. He had Roy, Garth, Victor, Garfield, Mammoth, Gizmo, Wally, hell even Terra, Bee, and Jinx were there to kick ass … but now … he was alone … and with the images of blood coursing through her head.

Star could feel the tears wielding at the corner of her eyes.

Malchior cringed … he could feel her pain; his damn sister and her friend were in there. Rorek … he didn't really like the guy, but ever since he saved his sister from those stupid kids back when she was in the 7 or 8th grade he was grateful for him. Shaking his head and closing his eyes, leaning his head on his car he sighed, gritting his teeth he shakily gulped the blood that was forcing its way up his throat. Damn … the dizzy spells are getting worse …

"Star …" he chocked, and the girl was thankful he distracted her from her panicked state, way too many things were happening, and they were happening all to fast. Looking down with a blink a lone tear rolled down her face and she quickly wiped it up as Malchior leaned back to help himself look up at her. Keeping himself from coughing he breathed … but it hurt and wracked his body with pain, "… Star … just go … go check on them … just give me the phone … the … the hospitals never coming."

"Wha –"

"Don't argue … just go."

"Bu-but you're hurt, I can't just leave you –"

"You boy's in trouble," Malchior couldn't hold it, coughing he gathered a thick wad of blood that coupled at his mouth and spat it out onto the pavement. Iron never tasted so rotted, it made him want to throw-up, but he held it tight, "I'll be fine Star … I promise."

Star nodded and gave him the cell, "Take care of your self Malchior … don't die on anyone."

With that the redhead took off, and Malchior closed his eyes, he was so tired, I may not be the one that's dieing today Star … crimson eyes reopened, but burned with a vengeful blight, But I know who is.

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Please don't leave me Robin, not me, not you … she cried and slowed when she got to the door, unsure whether or not she should even go through it. To afraid of what she might find, Star bit down on her lower lip and shook her head, No, don't be a coward … don't be a coward. Don't be a … oh my god.

She took the step, she looked in, but what she saw wasn't what she expected … Robin was fine; he was right now calling for the ambulance at the phone in the shop. Though the person who was shot was … Rorek … on the ground next to a girl with short black hair with red streaks framing her face and who was trying to put pressure on the wound, almost everything was a bloody mess. Running to the girl who was in distraught and shaking, almost too freaked out for words.

Star gulped and took hold of the cloth in her hand, looking to Rorek … Star hated to even think it … but he looked like he was close to dieing, "It's okay, everything's going to be okay. What's your name?"

"Ar-Ar-Argent … damn this is all my fault, all my fault I'm so sorry I really am … Rorek," she stuttered and broke-down. Star cringed when she lashed out and punched the ground hard enough to where Star had a feeling she sprained her fist or hand or something of the sort, "I should have seen her coming! Should have fucking known!"

"Who? What are you talking about?"

"Cheshire," came Robins silent answer, "It's Cheshire Star."

The green eyed girl blinked, "Cheshire … she's Sin?"

Robin frowned and shook his head, "No … she's the one who did all this … she's working for Trigon."

"Trigon? Cheshire? Then whose –"

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Everyone ducked their heads out of instinct with the gunfire that sounded outside, but nothing happened to jeopardize the lives in the shop. Argent jumped back and Robin glared at the back door that was swung open earlier. While through the side door someone that Argent knew game rushing in. His name was Herald Grover a senior at Jump High, and aiming for a label in the music business. Though he was smart enough to go for a degree in medical, Star gasped silently in her head and smiled when he got down and started to work on Rorek, Smart Malchior, very smart … thank you.

Robin raised a brow, How did Herald know to come here? Only Star, I and this girl knows what Herald can do …

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"Raven! Stop!" Angel ran faster to catch up to the distraught violet haired Raven with a gun and was shooting up to the rooftops where Cheshire had scampered up to get away from the two. Only a few more feet and he'd be up to her. But she suddenly stopped and took a shaky aim, She's not going to get her, Angel gritted his teeth and just as he came close enough to grab the gun and point it down, she fired, "No!"

"AAHH!" Angel looked up at the echoed scream that sounded through the streets in the middle of the alleyway. Watching as the Asian assassin went down, but slowly got back up and shot back at the two. Angel grabbed Raven and brought her down to shield her from the bullets and was off aim. Just meant to throw them off so Cheshire could limp off with her shot leg.

After the shots were done, Raven looked up beyond Angel and shoved him off her, gun up and ready to shoot, Angel spun around and wrapped his arm around her waist. Pulling her back to him her sudden loss of balance threw them both back against the wall. Livid, Raven elbowed Angel to get him to let her go and it worked for the moment, but as soon as he recovered he pulled her back, "Raven, girl, take a chill pill! She ain't goin' no where!"

"Hands off me Angel! Let go of me now!" Raven struggled out of his grasp and once she did, she spun around and pointed her gun to him; he stilled and held his hands up as she shook. Tears of rage, frustration, and fear swelled up in one, obviously she's seen and endued enough to make her go mad, because she was ready to fire off a shot to him, "You're getting in the way."

"Raven … Raven, listen; don't do this, come on girl, Cheshire isn't going anywhere," Angel slowly moved from the wall taking a step to the right, she followed to make sure he would stay in her line of sight, "put it down and take breath, you injured her, that's good enough."

She shook her head and her violet hair wiped out about around her face, strands sticking to her tear stained and sweaty face, moving her grip on the gun so to hold tighter with a finger on the trigger she chocked on her sobs and sniffled, "No … no … she has to die, that's the only way to keep my family safe."

"She'll get hers Raven I promise," Angel reached to her, "Rorek's going to be fine –"

"You can't promise that!" a hand found its way to the side of her head, gripping her hair and practically pulling it out she shook it off and wiped her tears free to allow her to see better, "Cheshire took Malchior from me already, then she took Rorek … you can't promise life Angel! You just can't!"

Angel gritted his teeth, She's hysterical, and hysteria was never something he was good with, hell he hardly ever had to encounter it, but Raven needed something. Someone to make sure the world around her hadn't collapsed and the floor beneath her wasn't crumbling. So risking it he glanced up at the rooftop where Cheshire had disappeared after her fire. Possibly long gone by now, he looked back to Raven and found her looking to the roof.

Angel took that time to jump for her.

Gun in hand wrenched from her grasp and thrown to the side, Raven cried out in protest when Angel wrapped his arms around her and held on tight, "Let go Angel! Let me go, please! You're just getting in the way! Let me go or I'll kill you! I swear to god Angel … I'll … I'll … please … just let me go … just … let me go …"

"Shh …" Angel rest his chin on her head holding her so tight and trying so hard to make her feel as safe as possible, he just didn't get it. She was so strong, but so weak, so cruel, but so sweet. She stressed him out, and he wasn't sure if she was worth all of this … but then again. Angel wasn't quite sure what he meant with that thought, what was she worth?

What did that question mean?

Why was he asking it? Pausing with the questioning Angel looked down at Raven when she slowly snaked her arms around him, her hug not as strong as his, but strong enough to let him know that she was still awake. She looked up at him and blinked when he reached a hand up to move a strand of violet hair that stuck to the side of her mouth. Moving his hands so they cupped her face he used his thumbs to wipe her face of the tears and sweat. Just trying to make her feel better about herself.

She closed her eyes and mumbled a few choice words.

Angel stopped and moved her head so they were eye to eye, "What was that?"

Raven gulped and moved her face from his, resting her head on his shoulder and moving her arms so they were wrapped around his neck, Angel found no choice but to rest his on her waste. Not like it was a problem, he was just shocked at her sudden affection. Even her voice was tiny and soft, "Thank you … sorry I said all the things I did … Cheshire … Rorek … Malchior …"

"I know," Angel nodded his head, "I know Raven … it's okay, I'm-I'm right here."

If he were to see it, her violet eyes, he'd see that they suddenly dulled over and her lips formed a sad frown as she whispered too low for Angel to catch, "But for how long …"

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This wasn't good … not good at all … a bunch of kids had ruined everything!

She was right there … Sin … she was right within their grasp and so was her Ford GT! She was right there and these kids had to come and fuck it up! How did they know where they were in the beginning? It was all too perfectly planned … everything about it was too perfect! Who was there leader … was it Sin? No … she couldn't have planned for all that … other wise she'd know that we were after her!

Control Freak thought with great pain aching all over his body, his wig split and his eyes bruised, he was no worse for wear. Looking around to find that the fight had ended, he slowly – gently – lifted himself up to his hands and knees. Trying oh so desperately to get to his feet … he failed miserably. Falling back to the ground and panting, Control Freak closed his eyes and laid his head on the pavement for a moment … he was just too tired.

Footsteps …

Control Freak gasped and shot up, but regretted doing so and nearly dropped back to the ground with the dizzy spells that formed over his head. Yet that didn't delay the fact that he could still hear them … the footsteps … a lot of them … it appeared to be an army. Looking up, the nerd cringed and stilled. His breath caught. Cops … but not just any cops, the FBI agents and the SWAT team all gathered around to secure the area, Shit! How the hell did they find us?

"You men surround the perimeter, give the warrant to shut down any and all shipments to and from Jump City," Control Freak kept very still, but bite down on his lip when two agents noticed him and came after him. Cuffing him and reading him his veranda rights, the boss in charge stopped to watch and grinned a catty grin when Control Freak was picked up and squealed in pain, "Well, well, well … if it isn't Nigel Peterson aka Control Freak, infamous arch nemeses to Sin. I don't suppose you could tell me why Slade's Men are smeared all over this pavement?"

Lavender dark black eyes bore into the greek's frightened as she bent over to his level, sensual and seductive. Control Freak wondered if that was the only reason the FBI hired her, because she look's in a bikini. Though if that were the case then why would she even be the head of the agency? Tori Ander … or as her people preferred Blackfire, because her heart was as black as night when it came to it's darkest hour. Though her methods of capture her men were sketchy – not to mention thinning lines that are nearly impossible to read which side she was on.

Tori "Blackfire" Ander, was older sibling to Kori "Star" Ander … small world.

Not like Control Freak knew that little detail …

He just knew that if Tori Ander was on the case then that meant trouble for his bosses operation, because if it's one thing Tori knows how to do, is to read which of her men were rotten to the core. Her lavender black eyes were always so enticing. Even her smirk was down right evil, "Up picked the wrong day to screw with my sister and her friend's Control Freak … now because you put my sweet baby sister in harm along with her beloved boyfriend, I'm going to have to put you are for good. That of course … unless you have something to tell me that could help bring the real criminal to justice, cause heaven's know that you're nothing but a little fat fish swimming in an ocean full of hungry sharks and right now you're wounded. So that means I have you all to myself."

"Blackfire," Blackfire pouted and stood to her full height – dose her neck-breaking-high-heels count as full height? – giving her worker a dry look she gestured for him to continue, "come, our other agent's ready to confess, he say's he'll tell who Sin's navigator is and only that."

Lavender eyes sparked, her interesting in the geek gone completely as something bigger came to her attention, walking over to the man she smiled and grabbed the radio he was holding, "This is Agent Tori Ander, what's you're report?"

"Agent Blackfire?"

Blackfire rolled her eyes, "Of course it is sweetheart, who else would it be?"

"Oh … good, um, well, this isn't something I'd like to talk about … over the – ah – um, radio, so could we schedule a meeting?" Blackfire raised a brow and gave the radio a look.

"Are you alright?"

"Jus-just a minor wound … nothing Grover can't fix … so, what about that schedule?"

Worried, Blackfire decided to forget it for a moment and snapped her fingers to an assistant who immediately got up and stood right next to her writing down Blackfire's information, "Alright then, when would you like to meet me?"

"How 'bout next week Saturday, sound good to you?"

"I don't know, you're the injured one."

"Ha, ha, very funny, yeah, Saturday – ah – gotta go."

Blackfire frowned, he really didn't sound well, "Don't die on my Malchior, you're our only leading hope to taking down Trigon, Slade, and Sin for good."

"I already told you," Malchior growled on the other side, "You can have Trigon and Slade no problem, but Sin is mine to keep. You're not laying a hand on her."

"Whatever you say, but she's loosing her touch … now that we got her navigator, I have no qualms with trying to catch her myself." Blackfire grinned, satisfied and about to hang down, until Malchior chuckled.

"Don't get too cocky Black … because you still don't know how our system works. See ya Saturday."

Their line went down, and Blackfire scowled, her mood totally shot. She threw the radio back into the car, startling the assistant as she turned and barked her orders, "I want that fat-geek-of-a-looser in the interrogation room for the rest of the day, I don't give a damn if he calls for a lawyer! Get something out of him before the suit walks in!"

Yep … she was mad … but that wasn't the beginning of her raging spree.

Nope … far from it.

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