I know it's been awhile since I've updated, and the one-year anniversary of me posting this story has already come to pass, but the end is drawing near fast. (Ooh, that kinda rhymed) I hope that this chapter clears up all the confusion I leftin the last chapter. If not, email me and I'll give a summary to you. By the way, I don't know if I've mentioned this, but I have a new email address. I haven't had time to change my bio, but I will later. My email address is no longer Wall-Mart connect so I shall change that later. I hope this chapter does not confuse you more than you already are.


Pain seared through his body, but he ignored it as he pushed his weak body up. The hot burn of betrayal kept him strong as he got to his feet. Twain was pissed. No, he was beyond pissed. He was furious, and slightly hurt. One of his best friends had gone behind his back and fucked up everything. But what Lance Ortega forgot was that no one messed with Alexander Twain.

He refused to stumble as he made his way to Ethan, who was sprawled out on the ground. The moment he staggered was the moment he gave up, and dammit, that was not going to happen. He would be damned if he let Ortega win. That sick bastard would pay.

Twain crouched beside Ethan's prone body. After a brief once over, he found that Ethan was knocked out either because he had bled too much, or the bloodied knot on his left temple. Twain figured it was the head wound.

Lightly, Twain poked a long finger at Ethan's head, avoiding putting pressure on the wound. "Hey, kid, get up." Nothing. Seems he would have to take things up a notch. "HEY KID, GET YOUR SCRAWNY ASS UP SO WE CAN SAVE YOUR GIRLFRIEND!"

Ethan groaned and opened his bright eyes. "Dude, do you have to be so loud?" He got to his knees, biting back a moan when white-hot pain raced through his thigh.

"It's the only way to get you up."

Ethan struggled to his feet, his eyes narrowing on the bright stain of blood on Twain's shoulder. "We need to get you to the hospital."

Twain's mouth thinned. "I have some unfinished business to take care of before I go there."

Ethan sighed at the older man's pigheadedness. "Whatever. But if you pass out, I'm not carrying you."

Twain scowled. "Same goes for you, kid."

"So what do we do?"

Lex lifted his good shoulder in a shrug. "Find Robin."

"Alright, then what?"

Eyes narrowed, Twain snapped, "Find the others. Now don't ask that stupid question again. I don't have everything planned right now."

Oh, that man could drive a saint to kill. "Fine," Ethan bit out, his hands tingling to strangle the stubborn detective. "But we need to get our wounds bandaged the best we can unless you want to barge into wherever the hell they are and fall flat on our face. I'm sure Hannah would love that," he added under his breath with a scowl.

Twain mumbled something incoherent as he strode slowly to the kitchen to fetch the first aid kit. Ethan hobbled in after him, pain evident in his eyes. Twain had to admire the kid, his face was impassive and you had to stare to notice he was limping. The kid was strong, but Twain figured it was the thought of the blonde that kept him going. Whatever. Teenage romance annoyed him.

"Run up into my room and pull the rug up. You'll find a couple of loose boards. Loosen them and get all the weapons you can and bring them back here, got it?"

Ethan turned to do as Twain commanded, but he added, "And be careful. My wife will kill you if you hurt her guns."

He blinked. "Oh…" With a confused tilt of his head, Ethan hobbled up the stairs to do as Twain bid. He wasn't fond of guns, but he would be damned if he was caught off guard again with no weapons at hand.

Downstairs, Twain leaned his head against the wooden cabinet, all of today's mishaps catching up with him. It made sense now that Lex knew who was behind this. It had been Ortega's idea to call on the Titans, Ortega's idea to put Marty on the case. Had the Titans always been on the White Rose's agenda? Or had the Titian's just found out too much too soon? Either way, Lex had unintentionally thrown the teens to the dogs. He had no idea if those girls were dead, hurt, or beaten. All he knew was that it was his fault for letting things get this bad. He should have known that one of his officers was behind this. He should have known to never take Ortega's advice about bringing five teenagers into a mess like this. He should have been able to protect them, even though he had no idea what was happening behind his back.

If he survived this, Twain didn't know if he could go back to work, knowing that one of his best friends might be deceiving him. It just…wasn't worth it anymore.

"Alright, I found two .38's, about a dozen other guns that I have no idea what they're called, holsters, bullets, wicked looking knifes, and a collection of cool looking things that I have no idea what they are. Hey, are these brass knuckles?"

Twain straightened at the sound of the teen's voice. "Yeah."

"Cool," Ethan said with a grin as he dumped Kate's entire stash on the island. "She sure has a butt load of guns. Now why would you let a pregnant lady have guns?"

Twain shook his head slowly and then it hit him. If Kate hadn't gone to pick up Connor…dear God. A new, blinding rage built within him, but he held it down. Now was not the time to overreact, he would save that for when he found Lance.

Twain reached for the nearest gun and checked to see if it was loaded. "You know how to holster up?"

Ethan eyed the weapons. "What do you think?"

Twain sighed as he strapped a holster over his good shoulder. "Give me a sec and I'll do it for you."

While Twain strapped various knifes and guns to his body, Ethan picked up a slim, sliver gun. It was heavier than he thought one would be. He ran a finger over the sleek metal, truly wondering if he would have to courage to shoot it.

When it comes to Hannah, I'd do anything… Ethan frowned.

"Alright kid, I know you have no idea how to shoot a gun, so listen carefully. You might want to write this down. Ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be."

"Alright. Now…here it is. Lift, aim, fire."

Ethan frowned at the older man when he grinned. "S'all there is to it."

"Don't you have to cock it or something?"

"Yep."

Ethan waited patiently as Twain slid the holster beneath is shirt. "Are you taking any of those knives?"

"We're taking everything. With the knives, all you have to do is slice. Doesn't matter where. Once you do, your opponent will either rear back in pain, or be thrown off guard. Then, you attack. If you want to kill, aim for the neck. If you want to immobilize, thrust it into a shoulder, thigh, arm, or chest. Okay?"

Ethan nodded in understanding. Just as Twain was about to instruct something else, the living room door slammed open. Ethan watched in amazement as Twain withdrew a gun and aimed at the closed kitchen door. Ethan never saw the man move.

Sound could be heard from the living room. Whoever it was stumbled and fell with a thud. Twain mouth turned down into a frown as he stalked foreword. "Stay behind me," he said softly, and pushed the door open with his shoulder.

Ethan recognized the heap on the floor immediately. "Colt?"

Ignoring Twain glare, Ethan shoved past the detective to kneel on the floor beside the wounded teen.

"Damn," Colt said softly and tried to push his weak body up. Ethan helped him best he could, grimacing when the movement pulled at his thigh.

"Ortega…yeah, I think it was Ortega, attack us. Took Harley and hit me over the head with the butt of his gun. Dammit. I never even heard him coming. One minute I'm arguing with Harley, then she's telling me to move. I do, Ortega pops out of nowhere, and aims that stupid gun at Harley. I attack, we roll, he hits, and I'm out. Woke up and Harley was gone. There was blood, but I don't know whose it is. Waylin gave us your address incase we needed it, so I borrowed a car to get here."

"Borrowed?" Twain asked with a raise of a dark eyebrow.

Colt was sitting up now, delicately touching the bloodied knot on the back of his head. "Hey, they knew I was taking it. I gave them my number, told them to take a picture, and swore I'd bring it back. If not, they could call the police and tell them I took it. Such a nice elderly couple."

"You took a car from a poor old couple?" Twain shook his head. "Whatever."

Colt managed to stand without too much trouble, though his vision did blur and he almost tripped over the table he had knocked down.

"Alright, we have two down, three to—"

"Dammit, I refuse to sit around while that bastard has Mallory! Twain, get your lazy ass in gear and—oh…there you are." Wyatt burst into the room, completely ready to kidnap the detective to get Mallory back. But what he found instead was three very bloodied and beat-up men with rage leaping in their eyes.

He blinked. "I missed something, didn't I?"


Raven couldn't remember the last time her head had hurt this bad. It pounded relentlessly, causing her to groan in pain. Ooh, when she got out of here, when she could actually feel her body, she would made Lance Ortega pay. Although Harley had not been kidnapped, Marty had taken off the mask and reviled himself to be a part of the White Rose killings.

Beside her, Starfire tried to console the livid half-demon. "It will not last long, Raven. I can now feel my legs, and it has only been…oh, I fear that simple logic will not help."

Raven frowned at the ceiling. "Who all is here?"

"Well, I am, as you know," Starfire stated.

"You know I'm here, seeing as I was stupid and followed after Starfire, but then, it wasn't stupid, because well, she might have been—"

"Okay, Mallory's here," Raven said dryly.

"I'm here." Hannah said softly, her voice gliding over the walls.

"So, is Harley here?"

No one answered. "Maybe she won't be found—"

"Damn it, why is it that we had to get the ones who put up a fight?" Lance Ortega mumbled as he hefted an unconscious Harley over his shoulder. "I think she cracked a rib." His voice was riddled with pain as he dumped her onto a slab of rock and secured her hands and feet with metal cuffs.

From the corner of her eyes, Raven could make out the waterfall of blonde hair. "Well, guess the gangs all here."

"You couldn't be more right," Lance said with a laugh. "Now, we can finally get rid of you."

"Actually, we have to wait for Kenneth and Rebecca. She said she wanted to watch us rape them."

Starfire face contorted in a scowl. She knew good and well that the said Rebecca wasn't—couldn't—be the Rebecca that took Robin away from her, but she hated the name nonetheless.

"She said she was going to take that stupid Boy Wonder out before she came. So—"

"Do you speak of the Rebecca who manipulated Robin?"

"Yes, I speak of the Rebecca who fucked your little Robin," Lance drawled, and Starfire guessed it was his hand that trailed along her calf. Starfire resisted the urge to draw back. No, she would wait to attack when they tried to rape her or another one of the girls. With the drug worn off and her anger simmering, she had to calm herself before she ruined everything. Some low comment about Robin would not send her over the edge. She was over Robin and no stupid remark would make her risk the life of her friends. So, she allowed his finger to trial over her skin, allowed him to think she was weak. She would get him back later.

"How? Why?" Raven was confused. How the hell was that little tramp involved in this? Would the twist and turns never cease? Raven grimaced as her side throbbed in pain. Damn Marty and his stupid gun and damn him for hurting Beast Boy.

"My daughter has a little…wild streak in her, I'd guess you'd say. She, uh, loves manipulatin' people. Ya know," Marty said with pride, "t'was her idea to start the White Rose bit. The first little girl we raped was one of her best friends. Said she was prettier 'en her, so she went out, kidnapped her, and told us to rape her. 'Course, we had no complaints, so we did. But after we were through with her, we didn't know what to do. So, we called my brother, and he helped us out. He came up with the idea of killing her, but my little Rebecca said to kill her, then leave a white, un-bloomed rose next to her body. Said it was since the little bitch was so high and mighty and virginal. And that's how we came up with the White Rose killings. My Becca hates virgins, so we would kidnap 'em, rape 'em, and murder 'em. But it was Kenneth's idea to kidnap girls with long hair, and Ortega's idea to keep them for three weeks.

"Ya know, we never would have involved the Teen Titans if it wasn't for Rebecca. For some reason, she just hated you, Red. Said that you were too fucking innocent for your own good. And so, we planned. We would have only killed a handful of girls, but we figured that the more we killed, the more you would be drawn in. We were supposed to stop at Hannah. The mayor paid us big bucks to get her. Hell, he gave us an entire hotel; let us use his woods to hold our victims, just to get the little bitch."

Marty sighed. "Since he's my daughter's lover, has been since she was thirteen, he came to use for help. Said he wanted his stepdaughter. He swore that he couldn't have her the way he wanted because Ethan was there, so he planned with us. He knew she would run away after he beat her, so we followed her. We promised not to rape her until after he had, so we had to wait. That pig took his sweet time, so I got tired. Tried to take her, but I got a stupid phone-call from Kenneth, and she got away."

Hannah was beyond sick. The mayor had…wanted her? It had all been his plan to kidnap her. But why? Why would he conspire with his young mistress's family to kidnap, rape, and murder her? He could have done it in his own home. No one would have ever questioned why she was dead. Back then, not even Ethan…

"But why?" She asked softly. "Why would his mistress let him have me?"

Marty sighed again. "I don't know, really. She really loves that fat pig, so she would do anything to please him. Anyway, I think she wanted a piece of you when he was done. For some strange reason, my baby girl always wanted a women to fu--"

"Alright, that is something we don't need to know. How about you keep that little bit of info to yourself. We really don't need to know that your daughter is a bisexual." Raven said with disgust.

Hannah grimaced.

"But what does Mallory and Harley have to do with this?" Starfire asked.

"I wanted Harley to get back at the bastard, Waylin." Lance sneered. "Him and Twain always got the lime light, so I figured that with his daughter a victim of the White Rose, he would be in a full blown rage, making him a easy target. Once he was gone, I would have taken out Twain and that little bitch of a wife. He was the one who killed our father. Dad only wanted to kill that woman because she figured out too much, but Twain showed up like a fucking knight in shining armor. He killed our father in cold blood."

Raven scoffed. "He tried to murder an innocent woman."

"You wouldn't understand."

"I understand perfectly. Your father was a sick as you are." Marty hit her so hard that black dots danced before her eyes. Raven ground her teeth together as her head screamed in pain, tucking her busted bottom lip between her teeth to keep from crying out in pain.

"Leave her alone," Starfire snapped. "Your father was a horrible man, just as you are. That is no reason to hit her. If you are to take your anger out in someone, take it out on someone who can handle it."

It was meant to take the beating away from her, but Raven bristled nonetheless.

Ortega's voice was smug as he asked, "So you want all the anger to be taken out on you, huh, Red?"

"Yes," she ground out and took Ortega's hit without flinching. The side of her eyes throbbed, but she ignored it. From the corner of her eyes, she saw Raven open her mouth to speak, so she said quickly, "Raven is weak when it comes to physical pain. I do not bruise like she does. It is useless to hit if she cannot withstand it."

"Well, gee, Starfire. What oodles of confidence of you have in me," Raven muttered sardonically.

Starfire gave a little grunt. Marty sighed. "Lance, call—"

"Wait," Mallory interject for the first time. "Twain would have been obsessed with the man, right? So…would Ortega have the last name? Wouldn't he be pegged as his son? Twain would have never trusted you had he known that the man who tried to kill his wife was your father."

"Ah, but you see, I haven't seen my older brother in twenty years." Ortega leaned down and brushed his finger along Mallory's bottom lip. He barley managed to pull back as she tried to bit him. He scowled as he wrapped a hand around her slim neck. He added enough pressure to make it hard for her to breathe.

"My mother never claimed that Bruce McRyerson was my father. She ran from him when she was six months pregnant with me. I grew up without a father. She buried herself in illegal drugs and booze while whoring herself to pay for it. When I was twenty, I did a little research. Found my dad. He had already been arrested for a DWI and assault. I was training to be a police officer when I met him. At first, I thought he was a nut job. Marty, or should I say Charlie, was a bastard." Lance threw a grin at his older brother. "Already had two brats. Neither of 'em had the same mother, but the more I spent with them, the more attached I became. And then I was put under Twain's wing. He's three years younger than I am; yet got the detective job in no time flat.

"All he had to do was smile and the boss let him get away with murder. Bastard. Do you know that it was him who asked for Katelynn Donavan to be his partner? They fought like cats and dogs, of course, but he only did it because I was in love with her. He knew it. He knew that I wanted to partner with her; he knew that I was going to ask, so he did it first. Thought that because his partner retired that he needed another one. Now, he'll say that he never wanted her to partner with him, but that bastard lied. He did it only because I wanted her.

"She had been on dad's trail for weeks. I didn't know it until they went on patrol together. Dad had to shoot her. She would have foiled everything if she caught him. So, he shot her, was so close to killing her, when Twain came in and killed him. Shot him six times. Six. That bitch didn't die like she should have. She survived, and has a fucking family with him. But that's okay. Twain's dead now. There was no way he could have survived three shots to the chest. I have a feeling that the mayor's kid didn't survive either. Pity. The mayor might dock our pay, but that's all right. So long as Becca and the mayor get the girl, he won't be too mad."

"So all of this is because Twain married the girl you loved?" Mallory scowled.

"A lot of it, yes. But it's mostly because Becca wanted to have Red and the gothic one, although she won't be too happy when she finds out the dark one is no longer a virgin."

"And how do you know that?"

"Oh, dear, you didn't know?" Marty drawled. "Pity. That hotel you were at is ours, given to us by the mayor. The girl you saw downstairs was Rebecca. It was pure luck that you ended up there though. We never expected you to show up. Rebecca was going to dress like that to fool Robin when she went to his apartment. But, thanks to Lance's smarts in technology, he installed a tracking devise to your car, so when you pulled up, she hurried to the front desk and acted the part. From the beginning, we knew exactly where you were. If you weren't in the car, your clothes told us your exact location. The clothes I designed would give us the location you were. It was stupid of you to walk the streets. The girls we kidnapped all had to do with Rebecca and her jealousy."

Raven ground her teeth together. "You haven't answered my question. How do you know about Beast Boy and me?"

"Camera's, child. We watched everything. For someone who seems so…bland, you sure are a hellion in bed." Raven closed her eyes in disgust. "Your little man has some muscles on him. He looks scrawny, but looks can be deceiving, I guess."

She felt Marty leer over her but refused to open her eyes. Disgust and humiliation crashed within her. They watched her? How disgusting was that? Perverts watched the greatest moment of her life and she had no idea that she had unwillingly preformed for them. Great. Raven couldn't suppress a shiver. Nasty. Raven had the desire urge to chunk Marty against the farthest wall, but that would be useless. She would end up dying because she could not protect herself with the drug still fresh in her system.

"Awh, did I hurt your feelings?"

"Disgusting bastard," she sneered, her eyes glowing a deadly white. Marty just smirked. "Raven, you use your powers and I'll kill Mallory sow fast she won't have time to scream. How would you feel to leave an innocent child motherless because you can't control your temper?" Raven closed her eyes as she tried to reign in her temper. But Marty grabbed her chin in a bruising clutch, forcing her to face him. She jerked when Marty slammed his mouth over hers, the scab covering her bottom lip busting against the intensity. Before she could even breathe, he pulled back and wiped her blood from his mouth. He grinned. "Don't mess with me again, Raven. Next time, I won't stop at just kissing you."

Raven closed her eyes. God, she wanted nothing more than to slam him against the wall, but she would not put Mallory in danger. Her neck hurt, but she couldn't move it. Damn.

"Lance, get me the phone, now. I need to find Kenneth and Rebecca. I'm not going to wait much longer."


Rebecca cursed when her phone vibrated against her hip. "Raymond, do me a favor, baby. Tie them up while I take this call." She let her gun drop to her side as she reached for her phone

Rebecca let her eyes travel over the Boy Wonder and his delicious companion. She really didn't want to kill them. Robin had given her one night of the greatest sex she had ever experienced and the shape shifter seemed to know how to handle a woman in bed. She wanted to take him, maybe both at the same time, for a little joy ride.

Rebecca scowled as she answered her phone. "Dammit, Uncle Lance, I'm busy."

Robin watched Rebecca closely. His lips curled when Beast Boy rammed his palm into the mayor's nose when he got to close. Rebecca merely sighed as he hit the ground screaming.

"What? You've got all five? Well, I'll be damned. You haven't touch Red or the dark one, have you?"

Rebecca smiled slowly when the two men stiffened. "Good. Knocking 'em up a bit won't hurt 'em."

Beast Boy scowled as he listened to Rebecca's one-sided conversation. The mayor tried to get up, but Beast Boy slammed a foot into his beefy midsection.

"So Red's being the goody two shoe's, huh? Well, if she wants you to take you anger out on, then be my guest. Make sure you rough her up a bit before I get—"

Robin moved so fast that she barely had to time move. He slammed her against the wall hard, shoving his forearm against her throat. Her phone and gun dropped from her hands. Rebecca gagged and clawed at his hand. Her fake, manicured nails broke off as she fought against him, but it only caused him to shove hard.

"Tell me where she is," he snarled.

"Can't…. breathe," she gasped, black dots dancing before her eyes. He lessened his hold only enough so she could talk.

"What have they done to her?"

"Nothing…yet." She smiled slowly as she watched his eyes go from gold to brown in nothing flat. "You kill me, and they'll rip her apart." She let her eyes drifted to the open cell phone, where her uncle lay listening on the other line.

"Pick it up and talk to him," she said slowly. "Maybe he'll let you hear her scream while he fucks her." Beast Boy grabbed Robin's fist before he could hit her. The movement jarred his chest, but he ignored it.

"Robin, she's goading you. If you hit her, they will rape Starfire, and they will make sure you somehow hear, or see. Do not let her get to you. She's useless."

"They'll hurt her either way," he ground out, his fist tightening against Beast Boy's hand.

"I know, but maybe if you do what they want, they'll wait. Do not risk the chance, Robin. Let her go."

Robin's entire body shook with rage, but he managed to pull back. Rebecca hit the ground, grasping her bruised throat while she fought for breath.

Robin turned away and slammed his fist into the wall. When he jerked his fist back, Beast Boy couldn't help but peer into the hole. "Wow. See, now when I do that, all I end up doing is…bleeding. Dude, your hand—"

"What can I do to help her?" Robin asked softly, his mind numb to his lacerated hand.

"Nothing." Rebecca coughed as she pulled herself up. "There's nothing you can do. She practically died the minute she agreed to track us down." Rebecca reached for the phone.

"Uncle Lance, give me a minute here and I'll come and watch." She sidled close to Robin and ran a hand down the zipper of his jeans. "Rough Red up a bit for me, would ya? Bet she looks better with a bit of blood on her."

She smiled and slipped the phone closed. And the minute she did, Robin slammed her against the wall. "Big mistake, Rebecca," he snarled. "Now, you're family has to wait for you to get there."

Her eyes widened. "Raymond, hurry and—"

She made a little sound when she found her lover bound in the corner, unconscious while the adorable shape shifter rubbed his wounded chest. "Damn, that man had more fat than a pig."

Robin grinned, white teeth flashing against his sun-kissed skin. "You know, Rebecca, I have no qualms with killing you right now. But I think I would rather you suffer."

Robin grabbed the collar of her shit and threw her into her lover. "Come on, Beast Boy. We have to save Starfire and the others."

"Shouldn't we tie her up?"

"Yeah. But hurry. I don't want to waste any time."

"Alright." But as he reached for her, she lunged past him to get the gun that had fallen from her hands when Robin strangled her. She barely had time to fire when Robin grabbed her hand and jerked it behind her back. She screamed in pain, not noticing when Robin doubled over in pain.

The gun dropped from her grasp as Robin shoved her to the ground. "Beast Boy," he said, his voice husky. "Get her gun."

Beast Boy did as he was bid. "Dude, where did it hit."

"Upper arm, but it's just a scratch."

Beneath him, Rebecca was screeching. "You'll be too late! By the time you finally reach her, she'll be dead! My uncle knows when something is wrong. You're too late. All those little whores will burn in hell! They deserve to die!"

Her screaming was starting to give Beast Boy a headache. While holding his pounding head, Beast Boy asked, "What have they done to you? Raven and Starfire never knew who you were. Same goes with Harley and the rest."

"They have to die!"

"Why?"

"Because he wanted them! Because he would take me while thinking of them! All he could ever talk about was that bastard Hannah and those little bitch heroes! I'm supposed to be the only one he thinks about, not them! I'm supposed to be the prettiest, the sexiest, the one he thinks about every night, but my brother wanted them, not me!"

"B—brother? You and your brother—dear God, and I thought I had problems!" Beast Boy massaged his temples. "That is beyond sickening."

"Stupid, he's my adopted brother! Kenneth was adopted. My father will say that he is his full-blooded son, but he's not. But he's supposed to love me, not them. It's their entire fault! He had always wanted Harley Waylin. He had grown up watching her, so he would follow her. That is until that stupid cop and neighbor showed up while he was trying to have sex with her. Then, it was the stupid Teen Titan women. I don't remember, but one of them saved him when one of your stupid villains attacked, and he was in love. Finally, Hannah Carson came along. Since I was doing everything I could to make the mayor give money to us, he knew everything that went on in that house. He made me put cameras in her room so he could watch her. It sickened me."

She gave a pitiful laugh. "Did you know that it was my idea to kill the first victim? I took her from her home, was about to finally kill her, when he walked in, along with my father and uncle. They were confused at what I was doing. I told them I was jealous of her because the mayor wanted her, but that was a lie. Kenneth had wanted her, so she had to die. But since I had her, he wanted to rape her along with my father and uncle. I was pissed. But I stood back and watched as they raped that little whore. My father made a comment about how he loved taking virgins, and Kenneth said he loved long hair. So I came up with the idea to rape and kill virgins. They loved it. Ironically, I had jerked a white rose from the bitch's home, but Lance thought that would be the perfect way to make a statement. 'Leave a white rose behind with every killing'. And so it began. But they let me pick the ones who were to be the next victim. Everything Kenneth would look at one, I would take her, let him have her while I watched."

"And once again, he became obsessed with Red and the dark one. It was his idea to get them so he could have them. We were already popular as the White Rose Killer's, so Lance came up with the idea to make them go under cover in hopes of being kidnapped. It worked perfectly; all of it Raymond gets his little stepdaughter, Lance gets Waylin's daughter, and I get Red and her little friends. Kenneth can have her when I'm done."

Robin twisted her arms so hard the bone popped from its socket. With a shrill scream, Rebecca passed out. "Tie her up."

Beast Boy frowned down at the rumpled heap as he grabbed her by the collar to tie her up. But when he turned, the mayor was nowhere to be seen. "Rebecca must have untied him when you threw her into him."

"Dammit, he's gone to tell."


It took them less than five minutes to get to Twain's house. Robin's car was dented from hitting the side's of cars in his hurry to get the detective's home and Beast Boy looked worse for wear. They hopped out of the vehicle and ran into Twain's house.

"Twain, the mayor is going to tell them. We've got to—" Robin froze when he saw four angry and armed men waiting. Twain tossed him a gun, which Robin took without arguing. He took the offered holster and slid it beneath his shirt. Beside him, Beast Boy was strapping a dagger to his ankle.

"What took you so long?"

"Rebecca."

"The one who you slept with?" Ethan asked as they hurried from the house. They were piled into the SUV and swerving from the driveway before Robin answered with a brief, "Yes."

"What does she have to do with all this?" Twain asked, cringing when he turned the wheel too sharp and pain raced down his arm and chest.

Robin repeated everything he had learned from Rebecca, including the fact that it was the mayor's idea to kidnap and rape Hannah.

"So the White Rose killings was nothing but jealousy?"

"Yeah, and our women have everything to do with it."

"But what about Mallory?" Wyatt asked while adjusting his brass knuckles that he had to pry away from Ethan.

"I think Mallory was thrown into this because she was friends with Starfire. But now, they've added her into the fray."

"Lance wants Harley, right?" Twain asked, his jaw tightening.

"Yeah, because she's Waylin's daughter."

"Dammit. So it was all his idea to get the Titan's on this case. I can't believe I let this happen."

"It's not your fault, Twain," Beast Boy said gently. "None of us knew that we were walking into a trap."

He sighed as he raced toward the forest. "Still, this should have never of happened while I was in charge."

"But you weren't. Lance was. He had all this planned from the beginning."

Twain heaved another sigh."I guess. I just hope that we're not too late."No one objected as Twain sent his vehicle crashing into a small mailbox.


Confused much? I know I jumped from this, to that, then back to this, so it's perfectly understandable if I get some 'uh, what the hell are you talking about?' from a lot of people. But that's okay, I guess, for I can email you if you give me your email address…oh, and send it directly to me and not in the reviews, because they don't show up…that's one reason why I couldn't send that fanart to a lot of people. Oh yes, and because she had me laughing so hard at her little side notes, I want to dedicate this chapter to my beta-reader, Snea.