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The following review has been submitted to: To love and die in El Paso Texas Chapter: 1

From: BB'sGirlfriendandRavenFan ()
ok i havent read this yet but the title caught my eye cause i live in
el paso and i was wondering if u do?and if so how old and wuts ur name?

Hehe.

Better luck next time pal.

Moving on, I'm sorry for not updating sooner. I've been busy. High school's a massive bitch. The size of a girl named Paris. Hilton.

And for the record, I still don't own Teen Titans.

Random Shit:

"There's nothing but drama when Angel relocates to Los Angeles!"-TNT description of Angel episode "City Of..." HA!

This chapter is dedicated to the Queenie person for having to put up with, among other things, a bastard kid from Florida, a bitchy girl on the Internet, grandparents, and a creepy stalker man. Go you Queenie.

Code Lyoko Bullshit of the Week:

"YOU! ARE! GOING! TO! DIE!"-Xana

And...

"DoyouliketheletterYumi? Becauseinfact,Iactuallywroteitforyou!"-Ugly Dude w/Sword

Beast Boy--or, more accurately, the Beast (for convenience's sake) lunged forward and leaped into the air. He/it/whatever drew back a massive fist and slammed upward into Malchior's jaw. A claw reached out and dug into Malchior's scalp, stopping the Beast's ascent. He landed on the dragon's head, opened his mouth wide and bit into Malchior's neck. Malchior screeched in pain and snapped his neck back and fourth, finally succeeding in dislodging the offending beast, sending him--it--ARG! Sending it flying into the side of a building. A green blur shot from the building and flew past Malchior's face, raking a claw across the dragon's eye as it went. Malchior let loose a stream of flame at the Beast, who could do little more than dodge his attacks.

A blast of sonic energy crashed into Malchior's chest, distracting him momentarily. Cyborg had struggled back to his feet and was using every ounce of power he could muster to keep Malchior at bay. Malchior whipped his tail forward, slamming it into Cyborg and hurling him down the street. A starbolt crashed into the mighty dragon's head. He looked up to see Starfire, hurling hot death at Malchior mercilessly. The Beast roared in primal fury and rushed toward Malchior's foot, biting down on his toe. Malchior laughed, raised his front claw and snapped it forward, hurling the green werebeast through the air and into Starfire.

He laughed. "Fools! Do you not know who it is that you are dealing with? I am Malchior! I slaughtered millions and annihalated entire empires before your feeble human minds could even grasp the concept of fire!

"Um, hold up," Cyborg called. "How could you slaughter millions and bring down entire empires if humans hadn't even figured out fire?"

Malchior tilted his massive head. "Um, well...that is...SILENCE!" He sent a fireball hurtling toward Cyborg, who barely dodged in time. "You cannot stop me. None can stop me! I will tear you all open, devour your entrails, and make merry sport with your local virgins!This entire world will worship me!"

"Worship THIS!" a voice cried. A shadow suddenly appeared over Malchior. The dragon looked up to see a massive building, encased in a black aura, falling at an alarming rate, right towards his head. His ears drooped. "Oh fu--"

CRASH! The building smashed into Malchior, burying him in a mountain of concrete and steel beams. After a moment, the mountain was incinerated by...something very very hot. Perhaps fire. Malchior rose up and stared at the sky. If he was physically capable of smiling, he'd be grinning right now.

A blue cloaked, gray faced, lavender haired witch floated in front of Malchior.

"Hello lover."

Carson's fist flew through the air and connected with Pavayne's jaw. The demon summoner's head snapped back and doubled over in pain as the teenage mercenary's foot buried itself in his stomach. A flash of purple caught his eye and Pavayne grabbed Carson's wrist before his knife could disembowel him. "You're still too slow boy," Pavayne taunted. "You'd think awakening superhuman demonic powers after back to back near death experiences would give you at least SOME edge on me."

"And you still can't taunt your way out of a paper bag," Carson snapped, tearing his arm out of Pavayne's grip and swinging his leg in the direction of his head. Pavane ducked and drove his fist into Carson's torso, sending him flying backward.

Pavayne stood and adjusted his coat. "Doesn't it bother you at all? That you, the incarnation of all that is dark and impure and naughty--even confined in the body of a human child--can't even take on an old timer like yours truly. All that anger and frustration, it's going to reach a boiling point one of these days."

"Luckily, I know who I can take all that anger and frustration out on," Carson replied, pulling his shotgun out from behind him. "And for the record," he added, cocking the weapon, "it's not the Hellgod you're up against." He fired. Pavayne dodged. "Oooh, scary teenager's got a gun. Lord knows that never happens." Pavayne laughed at his own wit, taking his eyes off of his opponent for only a split second. That split second proved to be his downfall.

He felt someone grab him from behind. "You know something Cassius?" Carson's voice asked. A huge boom, like an explosion, echoed throughout Raven's mind, and a gaping hole appeared in the demon summoner's chest. "That was really in bad taste." He tossed Pavayne to the ground, where he looked up weakly, a cocky grin still etched on his face. "Not dead yet?" Carson asked. "Too bad. For you, anyway." He strode towards Pavayne, grabbed him by the collar, and held him up.

Just then, Pavayne did something very unexpected. He knocked away Carson's hands, punched him in the stomach, twice in the face, and kicked him hard in the chest, sending him sailing once more through the air. "I. Wasn't. Done. TALKING!"

Carson laughed, coughed, then laughed some more. "What's wronge Pavayne," he mocked. "That time of the month already?"

Pavayne growled and sent a ball of white hot energy at Carson, smashing him in the chest once more. "You don't know what you're up against. I am no mere demon. I am Cassius Pavayne. Servant of the most foul and evil of all evils."

"Yeah, what was that last word? 'Servant?'" Carson said mockingly. "You've been walking the Earth with the Hellgod for eternity, and the best you could manage was the sidekick. Hell, even ROBIN rose above that eventually. And when Robin beats you at something, you know you're pathetic."

Pavayne smiled. "You have no idea what you're saying, do you boy?" At that moment, twin wings of flame sprouted from Pavayne's back and unfurled themselves, spreading at least 20 feet. "I did eventually rise above my master of old. Let's see, demon with the powers of posession, ultimate evil asleep in the other room...do I really need to spell it out for you?"

Carson's face paled. "You...you posessed the Hellgod..." he whispered.

Pavayne chuckled. "Ding. We have ourselves a winner."

"Then...how do I..."

"Exist?" Pavayen finished. "Satan doesn't let me in on these things ever since the whole ruining his grand master plan thing."

"Grand...master...?"

Pavayne's smile grew wider. "Oops...did I say that? Well, you're going to die anyway, so might as well fill you in on the details. That grand master plan? The boys downstairs have been brewing that up for millenia. Starts with Everyone, ends with Dies. Apocalypse, to the uninformed. And you, my dear boy," he mocked, "will have a very...very...big part in it all."

Carson rose to his feet. "I'M the grand master plan?"

Pavayne rolled his eyes and hit Carson with another bolt of demonic energy. "No, you self absorbed fool, you play a PART in it. I do have to spell it out, don't I?" His wings flapped ever so slightly and he floated over to Carson. "Raven goes through the Ascension--"

"Which is?"

Pavayne sighed. "That's for me to know." He continued. "Raven goes through the Ascension, giving the boys downstairs a powerful ally in the apocalypse. Then, at the right time, along comes Carson. You and Raven destroy the world, the armies of Hell rejoyce, and the kingdom of Heavan (crappy movie) gets a visit from an army of mightily pissed off demons."

Carson pondered this for a moment. "So...Raven ascends, or whatever, and then I..."

Pavayne's smile grew ever wider, past the point of being physically possible. "Now you're catching on."

"...But what am I then?" he asked. "If you control the Hellgod...then how is it even possible for me to exist?"

"Exist?" Pavayne finished. "You still don't understand, do you? I took over the body of the Hellgod. All his knowledge, experience, and, oh yes, powers, were and still are mine to command. You just got his spirit. And by way of power, I've got the lions' share. You just get the leftovers. Demon strength, speed, reflexes, plus a few extras. Command of fire and teleportation, incidentally," Pavayne expositioned, brushing some lint off his jacket (tch, what a girl). "Now, I believe I was just about to--AUGH!"

"Carelessness is your enemy," Carson crowed. Pavayne looked down. Carson's knife was lodged in Pavayne's stomach. Carson smirked and twisted the blade, sending wave after wave of agony through his archenemy's body.

"Now, I'm guessing that doing this won't kill you," Carson said, "seeing as how I blew out your chest with a shotgun and you were still standing. Plus that whole deal about us not being technically alive. But I'm pretty sure, judging by the look on your face and the various groans that you're, well, groaning, that it hurts like hell." He pulled the knife out and Pavayne collapsed on the ground, panting. "And for the record, I can still taunt way better than you."

Pavayne closed his eyes and smiled. He began to chuckle softly, and then laughed openly. Very loudly, very evily. "Congradulations child," he said in between laughs. "But that won't save you now. Or your friend Raven."

"The hell are you--" Carson looked up from Pavayne to see a window. Yes, a window. Essensially, that's what it was. A window to the outside world. Through the eyes of Raven.

"Raven..." Malchior said slowly, both syllables dripping with icy menace. "How are you dearheart? It's been ages. Or at least it seems like it has been. Time doesn't really fly when you're TRAPPED IN A BOOK AND LOCKED INSIDE A WOODEN CHEST FOR A YEAR AND A HALF!" He sent a stream of flame at Raven, who blocked it with a screen of protectivey goodness.

"So you didn't enjoy your time in the book?" Raven asked. "That's too bad. You have my sympathies. After all, you're going to be spending alot of time there. And this time," she added, "it'll be for alot longer than a year and a half." She brought out Rorek's massive book and chanted. "Aldruon Enlen--"

A stream of fire shot through the air and enveloped the book. A pile of ashes floated in the wind where the book had been. Raven stared at Malchior in shock.

His thin, dragon lips curled into a wicked smile. "Oops. Did I do that?" Another fireball shot through the air and struck Raven. A mighty roar echoed through the now empty street as the Beast latched onto Malchior's front foot...paw, I guess...ahem. Malchior laughed. "This is starting to get weak," he said, unimpressed, and flicked the Beast off with his free...paw...foot...thingy...into the side of a building. Blue sonic energy and green starbolt mixed and struck Malchior in the chest. He smirked and sent streams of flame in Cyborg and Starfire's respective directions. Their attacks ceaced suddenly. Malchior looked back at Raven. "Just you and me now, girl..."

Carson stared at the massive purple and black dragon. "This isn't happening..." he moaned. His gaze drifted back to Pavayne, who was laughing harder and eviler than ever. "You know the drill," he mocked. "Raven dies, I take over her body, you go to Hell. Which has changed alot since you were last there, I've heard."

"Shut up," Carson growled.

"What's this, did I strike a nerve?" Pavayne laughed. "Who's bad at mocking now, boy?"

"Shut up," Carson growled louder.

Pavayne stopped laughing...then laughed again, even harder than before. "If only your beloved Jessica was here to--"

"SHUT UP!" Carson drove the knife down into Pavayne's torso, or what was left of it anyway. As soon as the blade pierced Pavayne's flesh, his body turned to mist and he disappeared, his laughter echoing in the air. Carson pulled his knife from the rocky ground and slid it back into it's sheath. "Kicked his ass," he breathed. He turned to head...somewhere else, when he saw someone dressed in all white standing, her shoulders slumped, her head bowed.

"...Raven?"

"He's too strong Carson," Raven sighed. "I can't defeat Malchior. The book...it's..."

"The hell with the book," Carson said. "Don't you read? He's a dragon! People slay dragons! Make with the slayage!"

"I can't, don't you see?" Raven yelled, turning to face Carson, tears in her eyes. "He taught me everything I know..."

"Bullshit," Carson snapped. "You knew a helluva lot of stuff before Malchior came along."

"And none of it is enough," she sobbed. "Carson, I don't have the kind of power it would take to defeat Malchior."

At that moment, the proverbial lightbulb went off in Carson's head. He took a deep breath and wrapped his arms around Raven, pulling her close to him. Raven forgot who it was she was hugging and buried her face in Carson's chest, comfortable in the embrace.

"You just leave that little detail to me."

Malchior towered over Raven, glaring down at her body. "I was kind of hoping it would end this way," Malchior said with a smirk on his dragony face. He inhaled and let out a massive fireball at Raven.

As if someone threw a switch inside her head, Raven snapped into action. Her powers wrapped around the fireball, stopping it inches away from her face. With a grunt, she sent the fireball back at Malchior, striking him in the chest. The dragon staggered backward and stared coldly at Raven. "I don't recall teaching you--"

"Be silent," Raven snapped, raising an arm. A blue flame shot from it, hitting Malchior. He let loose a roar of pain and collapsed to the ground in sheer agony. "Raven...please...mercy...you love me, remember?"

Raven's eyes turned jet black. "Raven who?" A surge of power shot through the flame into Malchior. He let loose a much longer, much louder roar of pain and shrieked in horror as his thick dragon hide began to ooze and melt away. Internal organs sizzled and popped, and with one last roar, Malchior the dragon exploded. As the smoke cleared and the other three Titans emerged from the wreckage, they saw the great monument to Ravens' (or was it? Dun dun dun...) power: Malchiors' complete skeleton lying in the center of the abandoned street.

"Hey Raven."

Raven turned from the living room window to see Beast Boy standing behind her. It had been hours since the battle with Malchior, and though he seemed to be fine, Beast Boy still walked with a limp. "Hey, Beast Boy," Raven sighed, turning back to the window.

Beast Boy stepped up next to her. "Cyborg says that the damage to the Tower isn't too severe. Compared to what it's gone through before. Heh, if it can get through being gingerbread-ized, it can get through a little hole in the wall," he joked. Raven just stood stoicly. Beast Boy cleared his throat. "Um, listen...about earlier...back when I was in your room...when we--"

"They hate me, don't they?" Raven said quickly. "Cyborg and Starfire. They hate me for what I did."

Beast Boy put a hand on her shoulder. "No...of course they don't."

"Don't lie," Raven snapped. "Of course they do. They think that I released Malchior."

Beast Boy's eyes narrrowed. "Well...you kinda did."

"I didn't!" Raven cried, turning to Beast Boy. "I swear, that wasn't me!" She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Look...everything that's happened recently...the demons coming in, the way I've been acting...Malchior...it's all part of something bigger. Something massive. I'm not sure what it is yet, but I know that it'll be because of me. I...I'm going to destroy the world again Beast Boy. I don't know how. I just know I will." Words rang in her mind...Ascension...Pavayne...Hellgod...Porridge...Porridge?

"No you won't," Beast Boy said firmly. "We've stopped this before, Raven. We can do it again."

"We can't."

"Let me guess...ancient prophecy fortelling terrible pain and torture and apocalypse?"

Raven paused. "Well...actually no."

"Then hell, we can work this." He sighed. "If there's anything I've learned from the whole Trigon deal, it's that nothing is set in stone. We make our own descisions. Destiny, schmestiny."

Raven laughed softly. "Wow. That was pretty deep, for you. Right up until the 'destiny schmestiny' line."

"Heh, I'm not all jokes and dumbass remarks. I can be pretty smart sometimes Raven."

Raven rolled her eyes. "Suuuuure...and I'm Bela Lugosi."

Beast Boy's ears perked. "You are? Sweet! Can I be the Brooklyn Gorilla?"

This time Raven laughed a real belly laugh. "You're just full of surprises, you know that Beast Boy?"

"So are you. I never knew you could say such corny lines."

Raven punched him playfully. "Watch your mouth, Garfield." They shared another laugh. Raven stared at Beast Boy, her eyes sparkling with tears. She suddenly threw her arms around Beast Boy and hugged him as tightly as she could. "I don't know what I'd do without you..."

"Well, odds are you'd live another 20 years longer," Beast Boy quipped. He put his arms around her and hugged back, resting his head on her shoulder. "I love you Raven..."

"What was that?"

"Uh, nothing!" Beast Boy said quickly. Raven just sighed. "So...um, is there anything I can do to...help with the whole apocalypse thing?"

Raven thought for a moment. "Actually, yes. Yes there is." She released the shape-shifter and turned away, taking a deep breath. "Go get Cyborg and Starfire. It's time I let them in on a secret."

Carson sat on the platform, dangling his legs over the edge, staring down into the great void that was Raven's mind. He suddenly felt a push against his back and tipped over. He quickly drew his knife and dug it into the ground to halt his fall. Carson looked up at his attacker to see a pair of pink boots. Confused, Carson looked up into the eyes of a pink-cloaked Raven clone holding a bowl. She dug a spoon into it and held it in front of Carson's face. "Porridge?" she asked.

"No, thanks," Carson replied darkly, pulling himself up. He eyed his companion carefully. "You aren't Raven..."

The girl giggled and Carson sweatdropped. "Nope! Well, technically. I'm her happier side. Nice to meetcha!" She held out a hand--one of the few parts that wasn't drenched in pink. Carson just stared stared at the hand, his eyes narrowed. "We can do this all day if you want," Happiness said. Carson sighed and gripped the girl's hand, shaking it softly. Happiness giggled and sat down next to Carson.

"I haven't seen you around too much," Carson said, sheathing his knife.

Happiness ate another spoonfull of her porridge. "Nope, not really. I'm the side Raven doesn't like to show so often. Besides, she hasn't really had much reason to be happy lately."

"And she does now?"

"Killing Malchior feels good, even if she didn't do much of the killing. And...something happened out there just now to make her feel like letting me prance about."

"Good," Carson said wearily. "Go prance. Prance far far away, away from me. Go prancing in that field of flowers that I wanted to burn down so badly."

"What, Air Freshener land?" Carson stared at her. "Long story." She edged a little bit closer. "...You're kinda cute, y'know that?"

"Whatever," Carson muttered, looking away.

Happiness leaned forward. A grin spread across her face. "Carson...yer blushing!"

"What? I am not!" he yelled, whipping his head back at Happiness so fast, he might just have gotten whiplash.

Happiness giggled. "Maybe not...but you are now!" She fell on her back, laughing her ass off. Literally, her ass seperated from her body and began to float around in circles.

Carson stared at the rotating rump of Raven the Pink "Yeah...y'know, I'm starting to see why Raven doesn't like you so much."

"C'mon Carson...you know you love me!" Her eyes narrowed seductively. "Especially with the way you were staring at my butt just now." Her floating bum floated over to Carson and shoved itself in his face. Suddenly, it farted loudly. Happiness doubled over with laughter, grabbing her sides and making various fart noises.

Carson shoved the ass away in disgust. "Okay, this is ri-goddamned-diculous. I'm outta here." He got up to leave.

"Stay!" Happiness yelled. A black hand shot out from the ground and grabbed Carson, dragging him back to sit next to Happiness. Carson muttered something under his breath and looked away. Happiness edged closer. "And by the way, I was serious when I said you know you love Raven."

Carson slowly turned his head to stare at Happiness. "Are you out of your pink-encrusted mind? I tried to kill her! Three times!"

"Haven't you heard the saying 'You always hurt the ones you love'?"

"Yeah, but..." Carson paused. "Okay, she's attractive. Cute. A hottie. And she does wear some pretty sheer stuff. Like that tight leotard she wears. She always hides it with her cloak, but she does have a nice body. Slim...toned...nubile...smooth legs...curved hips...firm bre--er..."

Happiness giggled. "Why thank you."

Carson blushed nervously. "Uh, don't tell her I said that whole thing about her body. Even if it is true." He paused. "Did I just say that out loud?" Happiness nodded and slipped her arm through Carson's. "Face it. Yer totally into her," she teased.

"I am not!" Carson retorted.

Happiness rolled her eyes. "Oh puh-leeze. Come on, you had the perfect opportunity to kill her--and the perfect reward!--and you threw didn't!"

"She reminded me of...y'know, Jessica...when I was supposed to..."

"And the hug earlier? What was that about?" Happiness probed.

"I was just...y'know, giving her encouragement."

Happiness just shook her head. "Sure pal. And I'm Bela Lugosi." She spooned some more porridge into her mouth and swallowed. A grin suddenly spread across her face and she stared at Carson. "I know the perfect way to find out."

"Find out what?" Carson asked, playing dumb.

"You know what," Happiness giggled. For the billionth time. She stood up, (her butt had reattatched itself, fyi) leaned over and kissed Carson square on the lips. She stopped after a second and stared at the scene before her. Carson's body had gone totally limp, his eyes fixed on nothing in particular, his tounge hanging out, mumbling nothing in particular. Happiness smiled. "Yeah. S'what I thought." She set the bowl down next to Carson and walked off, humming to herself.

Carson just lay there, lost in his mind. She kissed me. She kissed ME!

Who cares?

Obviously, I do.

But I can't! I don't! She's too...gray...and gothy...

Oh yeah...and she's bitter, and has a crappy sense of humor, and doesn't get out enough...except to go to the park...and on windy days, when the wind ruffles her hair, and her cloak blows everywhere...she really does have a nice body...

Yeah...she does...

And y'know...she's beutiful.

Gorgeous.

Oh yeah, gorgeous. She's both.

She's unrivled.

She's...Raven.

...Holy shit.

Carson sat up. "This can't be happening..." he moaned. "She's a Titan. She's a stupid girl who has nothing better to do then waste time helping the weak. At the risk of her own life. Pretty admirable, actually..." he slapped himself. "Get a grip! You hate her!"

you always hurt the ones you love...

"Goddammit, I hate my psyche..." Carson sighed. "Why me?" He looked at the bowl of porridge next to him. I need something to get rid of the taste of porridge in my mouth...even if it is more porridge... He grabbed the glop and shoveled it down. Carson paused suddenly. "...Where did she get this, anyway?"

RR76: That was a weird chapter. Starts off actiony, then angsty, then romantic, then funny. I'm weird. Review please.