Beware of the freakishly long author's note that you are free to skip if you wish! Well, just read the first one, because it has something to do with the TWR, but other than that, I'm just ranting about Naruto. Also, I have decided to make The White Rose rated M, for the scenes get pretty descriptive, so if you are offended by rape, attempted rape, torture, foul language, or descriptions of blood, I suggest you skip all of the explicit parts. You've been warned, so don't flame me for not warning you. Also, I am well aware that Raven and Starfire have had plenty of time to use their powers, but under the circumstances, they are acting as any woman about to be raped would act. Just because they have non-human powers does not mean they are not susceptible to the feelings of weakness, fear, being overpowered, and/or a paralyzing effect in which they are unable to defend themselves. I, in no ways, have made them weak. I am trying to portray them, as most real women would behave were they in this situation. I am aware that Starfire is able to fight back, as well as Raven is capable of using her powers, but you have to realize that were they to use them at the wrong moment, they could potentially endanger the other women who are unable to defend themselves. They are not thinking of their safety, but of the other three innocent girls that are not as physically strong as the rest. Hopefully, this will explain the reasons in which Raven and Starfire are not using their powers.

And now, for the free, human speech that does not warn people of everything possibly offending. Oi, it's so annoying to try and sound intelligent (which I probably did not accomplish):

Dude, I got to see a Maverick game on the 3rd! It was so damn awesome! They played the Charlotte Bobcats and won. Since it was a fieldtrip for Interact (a club that allows you community service for college) I had to sit with my class. Thankfully, I got to sit with Hailey, one of my old friends, and Daniel, one of the gayest men the world has ever seen. We fought who would marry Dirk. It was amazing, considering it was the loudest and most outgoing I have ever been in my entire life. I screamed and yelled and clapped like I was a completely different person. But anyway, I'm sorry for the long waiting period. I swear I am the worst updater Fan Fiction has ever seen and I know all of you agree with me. Oh, yes, and I have decided to do a character description of all OC's in this story, since there are so many. Do you think I should post it after this is finished, or now, like after I post this chapter? Either is fine with me. I'll also add a summary of all that has happened to clear up all the confusion. I think that I am going to go back and correct all the mistakes in this story that I can find. I want this story to be as perfect as I can make it, so I think that, if you want the truth, I'm going to repost every chapter with grammar and spelling corrections, up until the last few chapters where I had my wonderful beta reader. But that might have to take place over the summer, so...

On another note, I have a horrible feeling that I'm loosing my touch with writing. Ever chapter I write, to me, seems... unexciting and confusing, like I'm not clarifying it enough. I really hope that this is just my low self-esteem kicking in, but if I am losing my touch, well, I guess I need to try much harder, hmm? Anyway, just to ramble on more, I have another obsession. (Seems like I have a serious problem with obsessions...) But anyway, I have fallen head over heels in love with Naruto. I'm sure I've mentioned it before, but I figure I should tell you of it anyway. I have never been so damned obsessed with characters—Teen Titans doesn't even count, seeing as it is my entire life and nothing will change my love for it—from an animated show. I squeal and shove my parents out of the room when Naruto comes on and will not budge, even during commercials, when it's on. And, oh, the love I have for the characters! Sakura, eh, she was sort of annoying, but is now my favorite (female) character as her personality evolves. I love her in the manga, but I'm only starting on the chuunin exams with the anime, where she's still all squeal-y, weak and annoying with her love for Sasuke. Hinata is just too shy (she literally reminds me of, well, me, save for the whole fainting part. I blush every time a guy talk to me or makes eye contact, which isn't very often, seeing as I am way too shy to ever approach a guy, so I guess they take me as...weird...like Naruto thinks of Hinata...so I gotta love her, seeing as I can understand what she's going through.) Ino is sort of annoying with the whole Sasuke thing, but there's just something about her that keeps me from hating her. I guess it's because of the whole thing that happened between her and Sakura in volume seven. (At least I think its volume seven, where Sakura becomes brave and ends up chopping her hair off...) She's just someone that can be snobbish, but can be a really good friend when the time comes. Ino has a good heart beneath the harpy voice. TenTen is just kick-ass, which is the type of women I love to write about and admire. She's the kind of woman that doesn't need a man to protect her, though she isn't all manly with her actions. She's just a kick-ass girl with those same emotions as a woman. (Notice the kick-ass part was mentioned twice?)

Oh, and now the boys. My all time favorite is Shikamaru. He's just so...adorable, with the whole 'troublesome' thing. He's just...perfect. I love his pineapple hair and lazy attitude. And Sasuke, well, he's a little to angst and obsessed with the whole avenger thing, but he's good deep down. And anyway, it sets a somewhat troubled theme to the romance setting between him and Sakura (which, in my opinion, are destined for each other. I'd go into detail about it, but this is taking to long anyway, and those of you who are actually reading this are probably growing frightfully bored.) Neji is just completely hot for a cartoon character (as is Sasuke...ooh, I love it when Sasuke smirks...and his voice...way off Neji-topic here) He's a bit annoying with that whole destiny thing at first, but other than that...he's perfect. And Naruto. How can you not like Naruto? He's such a good person, and his personality is totally loveable, though the whole 'believe it' thing is a bit too much. He's the kind of hero that I love. He's far from perfect and actually has flaws like all humans do, but he believes in his cause and is determined to fulfill his dreams. And he so cute! Now, Kakashi is just cool. He's calm, collected, perverted, serious, aloof, perverted. You get the picture. And strange thing is, unlike Full Metal Alchemist (which I still love... at least, I love the manga), I understand everything. I even understand the jutsus and ninjutsus and things like that. That's very surprising for me. Even now with anime Full Metal Alchemist I'm lost, even though I've watched it every Saturday. But oh well. I'd go into detail about the couples (Sasuke/Sakura, Hinata/Naruto, Ino/Shikamaru, Neji/TenTen (and Kiba/Hanabi as a minor couple) but that would make this thing an entire novel. –grin-)

All right, if anyone wants to email me about his or her obsession with Naruto and want to send detailed information back and forth with me, please do. I'm a very lonely teenage girl and need to talk to someone. Hell, you don't even have to know about Naruto if you want to talk to me. I would love to talk to any of you about anything, be it sports, or idols, or English, or any other topic you can think of. I don't have IM, but I'm really good at emailing. So, please, send me something so I can talk to someone other than my chubby dog, Roxie. She ignores me anyway unless I have food, and I fear I am slowly becoming insane. So if you ever have a time where you have nothing to do, email me. You would make me a very happy person. Heck, if you don't like me, send me an email and tell me why. Just...even send me something as small as 'hi'. It's all I ask. I am being very annoying, I know, but when you spend your whole life standing in a corner and never talking or interacting with others, you tend to break at some point or another and just need someone to talk to, despite the whole shy factor. So, I figure its way less humiliating when you talk to someone over the Internet and screw something up instead of being right there when people laugh at your stupidity, so...yeah. But, like I said, email me.

Oh, and before I forget, I updated my bio, and added a new list of possible stories, if you want to check that out. There's a story I really think would interest you, but I have no idea what to call it, so if you have any ideas, email me. I have a serious feeling I have lost many a readers because of me email begging. –sigh- So, thank you for reading this, and here is the next installment of the White Rose. (This author's note is three pages long -sheepish grin-)


By the time they made it to the forest in which their loved ones were being held, Twain had managed to run over twenty six mailboxes, destroy seven fences, sideswipe thirty-three parked cars, and have over three dozen pedestrians cursing and diving out of the way as he barreled down sidewalks. Strangely, they had not been pulled over.

Twain slammed on the brakes, jerking the teenagers forward, and quickly put the car in park. Colt stumbled out of the car, nearly tripping over his own feet to move far, far away from the SUV.

"Dude, you drive like my mother."

Twain decided to ignore that comment. He adjusted his shoulder holster, cringing slightly when pain assaulted his chest. Beast Boy had just managed to climb from the overheated car when all four tires popped and the SUV plummeted downwards. Beast Boy and Ethan yelped while the rest jumped in surprise. Twain blinked at the smoke billowing from the hood before he marched away.

"Times a-wasting, boys. You want to save your girlfriend's before they're raped, right?"

Lex frowned when all five men darted past him, leaving him in a whirlwind of dust. "Hey, wait a second! You can't just go barge in there like some knight in shining armor! Damn. Fine, go ahead. Jump right into it. Then you can watch as they fill your women up with bullets...or something else I'm pretty sure you would want to do and not the White Rose Killers."

Twain studied his bloodied cuticles, silently counting down. Three...two...one...

"Then what the hell do you suggest, old man?" All five teenagers stood before him, blood boiling in anger and annoyance.

Twain's eyebrow twitched. "First off, don't call me old man. I'm only fourteen years older than you are. Second, how about we find the cave first, then figure out—"

"I can smell their blood." Beast Boy sniffed the air. "I can't shape shift, so we'll have to hope my human nose is sharp enough to lead me to them. If I do shift, I'll rip my wounds open even further. I think I still have a bullet in my shoulder so if I do morph, muscles will grow over it, and then, well...it won't be pretty. I shifted before, but it damn near had me blacking out. " Beast Boy sniffed again, this time moving slowly forward.

"There's a mixture, but Starfire's is the strongest. It's fresh." Beast Boy let his eyes drift to the Boy Wonder briefly. His dark hair obscured his eyes, but his fists were clenched tightly.

"So...the smell's coming from the northwest, but it's faint, maybe a mile or so. I suggest we start moving in that direction."

They followed Beast Boy's lead, brushing past sharp branches that tore at clothes and flesh. Wyatt was forced to carry Ethan on his back, much to their displeasure. Ethan grumbled under his breath, a faint blush staining his cheeks. "I can't believe this."

"How do you think I feel?" Wyatt groused, leaning forward slightly. "Carrying you like a damn baby."

"Hey! This is not my fault, jackass! It was Twain's idea. He said that I would slow us down so I needed to be carried."

"Then why isn't he carrying you?" Wyatt snapped, glaring at the back of Twain's head. The older man ignored him.

Colt glanced at them, snickering at the sight. Pale eyes narrowed, Ethan reached out and slapped the back of his head. "Stuff it."

Twain sighed when Colt yelped and tried to hit the rich kid back. "Look, if this is going to be such a problem, then let him walk. It'll just mean that the White Rose Killers will have plenty of time to rape your women."

Wyatt's fingers tightened around Ethan's leg. "Ouch!" Ethan popped Wyatt on the back of the head in hopes that the dark teen would loosen up his grip. Wyatt glanced at the blonde teen with a scowl.

"Don't. Hit. Me."

"Well don't. Squeeze. Me."

"That sounded beyond wrong." Colt easily danced away from Ethan's fist, grinning like a loon.

"Not man enough to spat off and take the punishment, huh?"

Colt smirked. "Smart enough to insult you from a distance is all."

Ethan muttered darkly under his breath.

Robin watched the bunch with a small shake of his head. Although they were loud, brash, and overly...macho, Robin was thankful that they broke the stifling silence. It kept him from his dark thoughts.

"Jackass." Ethan muttered, loud enough for Colt to hear.

"Brat," Colt snapped, eye narrowing.

"Idiot."

"Moron."

"Asshole," Ethan growled.

"Bastard."

"...Shut up," Ethan yelled, pouting slightly when Colt howled with laughter.

"How much farther?" Lex asked, breaking up the verbal battle between Ethan and Colt.

"Starfire's scent is getting stronger. We're not far from them."

"Thank God," Wyatt murmured, jumping on the balls of his feet when Ethan started to slide.

"Wait. Just promise that you tell no one of this." Ethan's face heated. "Especially Harley. She'll never let me live it down."

"Like Mallory would let me live down carrying a deadweight like you."

"Deadweight? I am not a deadweight. If I was such a deadweight, I wouldn't be moving." Since Ethan had a good idea that Wyatt would drop him if he squirmed, he thumped him on the back of the head. "See, I'm moving. Deadweights don't move."

"Ethan," Wyatt growled, a vein ticking on his forehead. "Stop that!"

"Then don't call me a deadweight, stupid."

Twain sighed. "You two fight like a married couple."

"Hey, I'm not gay!" They snapped simultaneously. "I have a son and a female fiancée, thank you," Wyatt muttered.

"And I'm in love with Harley." Ethan frowned. "Well, at least...I think I am."

"You think?" Twain asked with a raised brow. "When you love someone, you know. There's no 'ifs,' 'ands,' or 'buts.' It's just there."

"Stupid," Wyatt said under his breath, shaking his dark head.

"Hey, I've never been in love before so I don't know how it feels."

"I never loved before Mallory either, but I knew."

"So that's why you shoved her away when you found out she was pregnant." Ethan said sardonically, forearms tightening around Wyatt's neck in case the dark teen decided to drop him. He grinned wolfishly when his plaster-covered forearm started to cut off air supply. Wyatt scowled and jerked an elbow into Ethan's ribs. His grip immediately loosened.

"I don't want to talk about that."

"Okay then. But I'm not as romantically smart as you are. I just slept with them."

Colt snorted. "'Romantically smart?' You're not talking about Wyatt, are you?" He ignored the frosty glare that Wyatt's threw him. "Dude, you don't have to be smart about it to know how love feels. Anyway, no one can tell you who you love. There's no symptom of being in love. You just know how you feel."

"How about we quiz you?" Beast Boy offered. His chest was killing him, so he figured that if he involved himself in something, he could take his mind off the pain.

"Quiz me? How?"

"Like...can you picture yourself without her in the future?" Robin asked, earning a few raised eyebrows. "What?" He asked with a shrug. "Just because I'm in idiot doesn't mean that I don't know what it feels like to love someone."

Ethan blinked before he answered. "Nope. I can try to picture myself without her, but she somehow always appears. Does that make sense?"

"Eh, coming from you, I guess."

Ethan glared down at Wyatt. "Next question."

"Can you see her with other men?" Colt asked, jumping slightly when Ethan barked, "NO!"

"Okay..." Blinking, Colt tried to think of someone else. "Well then. So...what else is there?"

"Dunno. Hey, aren't guys supposed be like...non lovey-dovey?"

"We are not being lovey-dovey, moron." Wyatt shook his head, earning a sharp glare from Beast Boy. "We are just males who are in love with our girlfriends, and are admitting it because there is a good chance we won't make it in time and could end up losing them forever."

Ethan frowned. "That's harsh, Wyatt."

"It's true. You think I like knowing that if we are even the tiniest bit late, there's a chance that I could lose Mallory and have Christian growing up without a mother?"

"Come on, don't say that." Beast Boy said, stepping over a thick, moss-covered log.

"Well, it's the truth."

"I know, but I don't like to think that a girl as innocent as Hannah could be harmed like that. There's a chance that she's already been...defiled, but if I think that, it'll slow me down. How much farther, Beast Boy?" Ethan grimaced when his wounded thigh gave an uncomfortable jolt.

Beast Boy sniffed again, his eyebrows draw together. "We have a serious problem."

"What?"

"I smell Rebecca's blood. And it's close."

"What?" Robin asked incredulously. "But we got here before her! She was tied up and unconscious when we left."

Beast Boy frowned. "Yeah, but we made a pit stop to pick them—," he jerked his chin in Twain's direction, "—up. She could have headed straight here. For all we know, she was never unconscious."

"But...dammit!" Robin slammed a clenched fist against a tree trunk, denting the thick wood, and, much to Beast Boy's annoyance, sustained no scratches or bruises.

"Aw, did my little bird think that he would make it in time?" Rebecca stepped from behind a tall, dead tree, strips of different colored cloth in her hand. She smiled down at them before she picked up a silk, white strip, running it between her fingers.

She smiled slowly. "Sorry, Big Boy, but you were too late. They've already had their fun. I must say the mayor's stepdaughter was by far the most entertaining victim as of yet. She fought like a wildcat." Ethan jerked from Wyatt's back and charged, eyes black with anger and pain.

Rebecca easily sidestepped Ethan's fist, slamming her knee into his side and cracking a good number of ribs. She was slightly surprised when he didn't even flinch. "But then again," she said softly, "the Teen Titan women pleased me to no end. Sad that you never got to taste what I did."

Robin's hit landed, sending her reeling back. But she just laughed. "Feel free to kill me, my little bird. It won't bring your virgin back." Gently, she pressed two fingers to her swollen jaw.

"Oh, how could I forget? Did you know that Waylin's daughter has a freckle on her right hip? It's so adorable. Lance had a field day with that." She blinked innocently, eyes sparkling when Colt bowed his head, shoulder's shaking in fury. "You didn't know did you? Well, darn. How shameful. I guess Lance really was the first man to touch her."

Rebecca sorted through the cloth until she picked up a pink strip. "Oh, and the mother. You know, it's strange. You would think that once a girl had a baby, she wouldn't be as tight as this one was. Strange.

"Now, whom did I leave out? Oh, that's right. The dark one. Now she was just a bundle of fun. But I'm sure you know that, handsome. You got to experience just how wanton she can be. Of course, she wasn't to happy with my father, but what can you do?"

She grinned at the group of handsome men before her. "So, it's all over now. You were too late. They are gone. And believe me, it made it even better that they couldn't fight back. Isn't it just wonderful that we paralyzed them, so not even strong ol' Red could fight us with her Amazon strength."

Twain, who had kept his eye on Rebecca the whole time, frowned and held out a hand to stop the five men who were close to attacking.

"What the hell are you doing? It's over. Starfire and the rest are gone, and all we can do now is kill her," Robin snapped hoarsely.

Twain shook his head. Confusion swept over Rebecca but she quickly masked it. "What's wrong, Pretty Boy?"

Twain smiled. "You're lying."

For the first time since Rebecca came to them, she faltered. "What? What are you talking about? I'm not lying. Why would I?"

"You're a bad liar, kid. Before, you said they were paralyzed. If that's the case, then how did they fight you? And, if they weren't, Red would have easily broken free, even of she was hurt. You haven't touched them yet."

Rebecca's dark eyes widened as her mouth opened, but no sound came out. She quickly tried to cover her mistake, but it was too late. All six pairs of eyes were on her, smoldering with contempt.

She smirked, but her eyes were alight with fear. "It doesn't matter. You'll still be too late. By the time you get past me, they'll be dead."

She backed up slowly when Robin approached her, flanked by four of the most deadly looking teenagers she had ever seen. "You w-won't be a-able to s-stop them."

Ethan, unaware that his earlier actions had ripped the bullet hole wound even further, stepped forward. Rebecca stepped backwards, her heel catching on a loose root. She tumbled backward with a shriek. She expected to feel the hard earth beneath her and closed her eyes against the pain she knew was to come.

It never came.

Instead, she was held tightly around the waist by strong arms she knew too well. She let out a sigh of relief and glanced up at Kenneth. "Thanks, baby."

Kenneth smiled. "No problem."

He took his blue eyes off of his lover/sister and studied the five teenaged men he had come to know so well.

He smirked. "Robin. Beast Boy."

Robin's jaw clenched as he took in the features he had come to hate. "Jonathan."


Raymond Jones considered himself a smart man. When he entered this entire scheme, everything had been planned out: from Rebecca being his lover, to keeping the police force at bay. He had never expected everything to backfire. He never considered that his obsessive desire for Hannah Carson would send him into a plot that would jeopardize his entire career. If the media ever found out... He should have killed those stupid Titans when he had the chance. But instead, he was humiliated, tied up like some pathetic weakling, and then freed by the little whore who had been sleeping with her adopted brother while she still occupied his bed.

But that didn't matter. All he cared about now was getting rid of that little blonde who had caused all this trouble. Now, he didn't care if he ever got to rape her. He just wanted her dead.

Raymond cursed as he tripped over his foot in his rush to warn his accomplices. Branches ripped at his expensive clothing, dirt coating his two thousand dollar loafers. This was not what he wanted. All he had wanted was to rape that little bitch, kill her, and have the White Rose Killers blamed for it. Simple and clean-cut, right?

Nope.

Instead, that stupid little Bird-Boy had to ruin everything. Had he not dug so deep into this whole thing than all would have gone according to his drawn out plan. But here he was, running, to make sure the White Rose Killers killed the little bitch before that Bird Boy and Changeling got the chance to find them. Which, they probably already had, considering his luck.

Voices blended together ahead of him, causing him to pause momentarily. When he spotted Rebecca, he scowled. Filthy little wench. But a perfectly winged eyebrow rose when Kenneth stepped forward, catching Rebecca before she could tumble to the ground. The younger man glanced in his direction briefly with a small lift of his head.

So the brat had come to allow him to tell of the unwanted group and create a distraction, huh? At least the brat was good for something...other than incest, although Rebecca and Kenneth were not related by blood. But...still. How could you sleep with someone you've come to see as your brother?

Raymond shook his head as his thoughts veered from the main problem. Now was not the time to worry about incest and whatnot, but get to Marty and make sure Hannah Carson never made it to her seventeenth birthday. Maybe he could even persuade the man to kill the female Titans as well.

Raymond carefully made his way toward the cave, occasionally glancing behind him to make sure no one followed.

No one did.

Letting out a breath, the mayor walked into the mouth of the cave. He heard a feminine cry and realized that the two men were probably already starting to rape the girls.

"Ortega? McRyerson? We have a serious problem."

Raymond peeked his head in the dimly lit room. The few oil lamps scattered around did very little to help the smothering darkness, but he could make out the five stone slabs immediately. He heard the ripping of cloth and grinned.

"Which one are you starting on?"

Ortega glanced up from Harley Waylin, holding her ripped shirt in his hands. The light flickered, and Raymond could see that the only thing covering the girl's chest was a plain pale blue bra. Raymond walked closer, leaning his plump body against the wall as his eyes took in everything about the blonde's exposed torso. She was petite, her arms and stomach slightly muscled, but nothing too extravagant. Her pale stomach was completely flat with no traces of excess flesh on her silken skin. Freckles dotted her white shoulders as if the were sprinkled by an artist. There was a small mole on her left breast, just above her bra line and another was on her hip, half of it covered by the band of her jeans. All in all, the little wench was highly attractive. Her breathing was labored in fear, her small chest rising and falling rapidly. Harley's ribs were visible as she took in a shuddering breath.

"Don't you dare lay a hand on her," the redhead snapped, jerking Raymond's gaze away from Waylin's daughter. But she went ignored.

Marty, who was watching his brother run his hands down Harley's body, asked, "What's the problem?"

Raymond blinked, momentarily distracted when Lance slid Harley's bra strap down her shoulders, exposing the delectable mole. Harley breath caught in a small sob, but she refused to cry. Her small teeth bit her full lower lip when Lance's hands squeezed her small breast painfully.

Lance leaned down, his breathe hot on her neck. Harley closed her eyes tightly, unable to stop the tears that slipped down her cheeks. "You don't know how long I've wanted to do this," he said softly, moving his mouth to the side of her soft neck and biting the skin so hard that it bled. Harley's jaw tightened, but she made no sound.

"For years, I watched you, wanting you with everything I had. But your bastard of a father never let me near you. You were his little, innocent angel." Lance raked his long nails over her ribs, once again drawing blood. "He made me sick. Everything he did always ended up perfect: marrying a perfect wife, having a genius son, a beautiful daughter, and the perfect damned job. Everyone loved him. No one noticed me, what I did. Twain and he always stole my limelight. I was never noticed for anything." He put pressure behind his nails, scratching her deeply from below her right breast, across her already bleeding ribs, and down to her hip. "But now, I'm going to make sure your father regrets everything he ever did. I'm going to make sure he finds his little girl mutilated in the worst way possible. I'm going to tear you apart, Harley. I am going to damn sure that you pay for your father's mistake."

Harley made a small sound in the back of her throat, her aqua orbs staring at the ceiling while tears overflowed from her eyes.

"Back off, Ortega," Raven snapped. Her outburst gained the attention of Marty. He strolled over to her, letting his finger trail of her cheek before he drew back his arm and hit her. Blood filled her mouth as her teeth took a large chunk from her lip. The pain was horrendous, but her anger smothered it to the point where it was merely a sharp ache.

"You shouldn't worry about others when you should be worried about yourself." Raven's bloodied mouth curled into a scowl. It no longer mattered what happened to her. She would not allow Harley to be violated and murdered. The younger girl had a long life ahead of her. Raven was content now with the fact that Beast Boy loved her, and had given her things she never believed she would experience. She could die now with no regret...although she would have rather died in a less extravagant fashion...

Raven's sinewy body stiffened when Marty ripped her shirt off her. She was quite thankful she had put on a white undershirt beneath her sweater. Oh, what she wouldn't give to kill him where he stood. But she couldn't. She could, of course, do away with him with her powers, but if she hurt Marty, what would Lance do to Harley? He might not even think twice about killing the poor girl. And so Raven allowed her body to relax completely, not even jerking when Mary's vile hand caressed her from collarbone to thigh. Marty was not pleased at her reaction.

"Stupid little bitch," he muttered, moving away from her to stand beside Starfire. He reached for the bodice of her dress, but his hands paused. He turned to the mayor, who was watching as Lance crawled over the young blonde. Lance jerked her thighs open, laying his body across her.

Harley, unable to move, closed her eyes tightly. "Ray, hand me that scalpel that's lying next to one of the lamps."

The mayor did as he was commanded, hading the small blade to the police officer. The man immediately sliced a long, deep line along the girl's inner thigh. Harley couldn't help but cry out in pain.

The mayor smiled, eyes traveling to the seed of his problems. He was moving towards Hannah when Marty asked, "What did you need to tell us?"

Raymond's eyes widened in horror as it dawned on him. Duh! He was supposed to have told them about Bird Boy!

"They're here!"

Lance slid the scalpel vertically over Harley's bottom lip, literally slicing it open. She whimpered. He paused momentarily. "Who?"

"Bird Boy, Changeling, Ethan, that freaky looking one with all those dark clothes, the curly brown haired kid, Twain, all of them. Kenneth and Rebecca are keeping them occupied. We don't have much time."

Marty let his eyes drifted over the two Titans and the mother, who had yet to be touched. His mouth lifted in a smile. "Then I suggest we hurry."


It hadn't taken long to ruffle Robin's feathers. A few insults here, a few remarks about his virgin girlfriend there, and you have one very ticked (and violent) Bird Boy on your hands.

Kenneth was having one hell of a time deflecting each fist that was thrown his way. Okay, so the dude was a Teen Titan. He was just a con artist with a blue belt in martial artists. Bird Boy was an advanced black belt. He tricked people so others could kill his enemies. Bird Boy did things in person. Kenneth was by far not good at close range fighting. Bird Boy was an expert. So, in other words...

Kenneth was getting his ass kicked.

He fell back on his arse when a well-placed upper cut sent him flying backwards, nearly breaking his jaw in the process. He heard Rebecca gasp and had the insane urge to hit her. She was so damn annoying.

Cursing, Kenneth scrambled to his feet. Or at least he tried. He saw a brief glimpse of a shoe before it slammed into his nose, breaking it instantly. The horrible pain left him down for the count.

Robin rolled his shoulders. "Think it's over?"

Beast Boy nudged Kenneth with the toe of his bloodied shoe. Oh, it had felt so good to kick the son-of-a-bitch. "Yep."

"Now that you've had your fun, let's go save our women." Wyatt said, already heading for the direction of the cave.

Rebecca sighed. "Sorry, cutie, but I can't let you do that." Before any one of them could pull out the weapons that had carefully stored, Rebecca slid out a wicked looking knife from her bodice and slid it deeply into Wyatt's back. Wyatt's gray eyes widened as she jerked it from him, bloods coating her hands like a thick paint.

Ethan quickly grabbed the dark teen as he fell forward, unconscious, immediately checking for a pulse. He found it, but it was dwindling fast. "Damnit." Ethan gently laid him on his stomach, ripping a piece of cloth from his shirt and wadding it, pressing it tightly against the bleeding wound. He eyed it, hoping desperately that nothing vital had been hit.

Twain drew his gun and aimed. Rebecca, with more speed than any of them had thought possible, lunged forward, easily avoiding the bullet and sunk the already bloodied knife into Twain's wounded shoulder. The cop yelled in pain, the gun falling from his grasp as his knee's collapsed beneath him.

Robin slammed his body into Rebecca's, knocking them both to the floor. Rebecca grunted at the impact, twisting her body so she as able to grab one of the many weapons strapped to his waist. She was able to sink the tip of a bird-a-rang into his ribs but he moved in time before it could slide completely in. Gritting his teeth, Robin grabbed her wrist and snapped it.

She yelped, using her good hand to slash his face. Ignoring the pain, she grabbed the bird-a-rang once again, trying to slit his throat with the end. She managed to scratch him with it, but he grabbed it from her, sinking it into her hand and pinning it to the forest floor. She screamed, clipping his jaw with her wounded hand.

Cursing, he slammed his elbow into the soft spot between her neck and shoulder. It shocked her momentarily, giving him enough time to climb off. He pressed his fingers against his bleeding throat, making sure it wasn't too threatening. Scowling, Robin spun on his heel and walked toward the stirring Wyatt.

Unfortunately, Rebecca did not know when to stay down.

Robin barely had time to realize what was going on before Rebecca attacked again, this time aiming low. His own weapon sliced the back of his thighs, but Robin knew that he could not allow himself to fall. He had fought enough battles to know that pain was a weakness, that if he did succumb to the hurt, all would be lost. Frankly, Starfire was too damn important to him to let himself collapse.

Colt watched Robin fight the little blonde witch as he checked on the unconscious Twain. Thankfully, the pulse beneath his tan skin beat regularly, although it was faster than normal. But Colt figured it to be expected, considering his wounds were nearly fatal and pain had a way of speeding the heart rate.

He was so busy watching Twain's breathing and Robin's battle to notice that Kenneth was no longer as unconscious as they thought. It was Beast Boy, who was helping with Wyatt that noticed Kenneth's sudden movement.

But by the time he called out a warning to Colt, it was too late.

Somehow, the son to the White Rose Killer had gotten hold of a thick, sharp branch without being noticed. Beast Boy tried to leap up, but his chest ignited with an unfathomable pain that had him lurching forward in dizziness. But despite darkness coloring the edge of his vision and the roaring of pain in his ears, Beast Boy heard the sickening crack of shattering bones.

He watched in horror as Colt hit his knees, clutching his caved ribs. Blood trickled from the side of his mouth as Colt grimaced. His weakened body fell forward, but Colt shot out both hands, palms supporting his entire torso.

Kenneth lifted the log above his head, preparing to slam it across Colt's head for the final blow. Quickly, Ethan surged up and tackled him to the ground. Amidst the flying fists and elbows, he managed to yell at Beast Boy, "Watch Wyatt!"

Beast Boy grimaced at the two men fighting on the ground, Kenneth trying to throw Ethan off him whilst Ethan did everything in his power to make sure that Kenneth did not move. And right now, Ethan was winning. Despite the obvious pain in his thigh, Ethan kept a good hold on Kenneth's neck, ignoring the well-placed elbows that bruised and cracked his ribs. Ken managed to hit his thigh, and although the pain was great, Ethan did not even flinch.

Without taking his eyes off the two fierce battles, Beast Boy ripped off another piece of fabric and replaced it, tossing the soaked cloth away. The blood was lessening, which, in his opinion, was a good thing, for it must not have hit anything vital. Beneath his hand, Wyatt stirred with a groan of pain.

Beast Boy leaned back on his heels to see Wyatt's pale gray eyes flutter open. He grinned softly. "How do you feel?"

Wyatt mustered up enough strength the flip Beast Boy off. Chuckling, Beast Boy helped the wounded teenager into a sitting position.

"Damnit. I'd make a lame comment about her being a 'backstabber' but that's too troublesome...and something you would say."

Beast Boy scowled and pointed to Wyatt's thick jacket. "Take it off so I can wrap your wound up. I don't have much, but it'll have to do until we can get you to the hospital."

Wyatt grumbled and started to shrug out of the coat. That didn't work out to well. Beast Boy sighed as all the color drained from the dark teen's face.

"I realize that you are as macho as men can get without being a bodybuilder or that Arnold Schwarzenegger dude, but can I help you with your jacket so you don't end up killing yourself?"

Wyatt nodded slowly. With a quick smile, Beast Boy helped peel the leather jacket from Wyatt's torso, grimacing at the large, thick stain of blood that covered the upper part of Wyatt's back. It was below his right shoulder, off a bit to the side. Beast Boy couldn't help but flinch when he noticed just how close the wound was to his spine. Thick, dark blood still oozed from the wound, but it was slowing down considerably. With his nose wrinkled at the strong metallic smell of blood, Beast Boy tore Wyatt's shirt into a long strip and wrapped it around his torso.

"Can you get up?"

"Yeah," he muttered darkly, using his legs to push himself up. It took awhile, but Wyatt managed it perfectly with little traces of pain on his face. "Alright, I suggest that we let them fight while we take care of Marty and Lance...and the mayor, if he's there. We have to do something, and just sitting around won't help matters any."

Beast Boy nodded in agreement. "Yeah. Let's go." He caught Robin's eyes. He gave a brief nod before Rebecca pounced on his back, trying to strangle him from behind with the long strip of cloth from Starfire's dress. Robin slammed her against the tree, giving an evil, wolfish grin when he heard bones crack and her howl of pain. Her shock gave him enough time to jerk the cloth from her hands.

But she was on his once again, her nails digging into the side of his neck. "Dammit, woman!"

He slammed her against the tree again and again until she slid down him, hopefully unconscious. Beast Boy and Wyatt had already fled, leaving Ethan and Colt fighting against Kenneth. Now, the rich boy was throwing out punches and kicks that had Robin clearly impressed. Even Colt was kicking some serious ass, despite his broken ribs. Kenneth...well, Kenneth wasn't doing too well, considering that he had two very pissed men on his hands. They had yet to use weapons on the White Rose accomplice. Robin figured that hand-to-hand combat was more fulfilling that ending it quickly.

Robin moved away from Rebecca, wiping off blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. She was on all fours, crawling away from him and coughing up blood. Robin scowled and turned on his heel. He did not have time for Rebecca. Starfire needed him, even if she loathed having him be her knight.

He heard the click of the safety and groaned. Rebecca would not have to say anything, for Robin knew that when he turned around, she would have a gun aimed at him: Twain's gun, to be precise. Robin had never been shot during a battle, but he had had plenty of time where he had been held a gunpoint. But, unfortunately, Raven had always been present and always knocked the guns from robbers' hands. This was a bit different. Raven was not here, and Robin had a feeling that he was either going to die here, or find out exactly how it felt to be hit by a bullet.

"Hands up, Handsome."

With a foul curse, Robin lifted his arms, linking his fingers behind his head sluggishly.

"Face me."

He did as he was told, posture relaxed. It did not matter now. Beast Boy and Colt would save all the women, so his death would not matter. Robin grinned lazily at Rebecca.

"You gonna shoot me, darling?"

She scowled, her once attractive face bloodied and bruised. "Maybe."

"Most villains prefer to make us suffer a bit. You could be different, or follow the unwritten code of psychos."

She shrugged a bruised shoulder. "I'm not one for following protocol."

"I sorta figured."

Rebecca advanced, hand unwavering as she stepped in front of him. The mouth of the gun was level with his stomach, and he knew one wrong move would end up killing him. People rarely survived bullet wounds to the abdomen.

"Why are you so happy all of the sudden? You don't seem worried in the least that I can kill you any time I please."

Robin shrugged, leaning his head back against his linked fingers. "I've never had a problem with the prospect of dying."

"Even if you know your death gives us more time to torture your virgin?"

He faltered momentarily before lifting his shoulder again in a shrug. "Beast Boy and Wyatt will save her."

"They're wounded. How do you know that the minute they step into that cave, my father or uncle aren't waiting with a gun in hand? We've always been tight in security since we started. While one rapes, the other watches. They won't stand a chance, considering they're slower than usual. Would you really risk that? Would you risk letting her suffer one of the most horrendous forms of torture know to man? Raping isn't just for the pleasure. It's about the rage, the fury, the thought of knowing that you're causing pain, not just physically, but emotionally. It's about knowing you're in control that makes it so pleasurable. You can get sex anywhere, but when you rape someone, you're taking something that that person prided himself or herself on. They could be a virgin, like Red, or even someone like me who lives for sex, but you're still taking something that wasn't given. You're taking their pride, their dignity, making them feel as though they are dirty in the worst way possible. They can't clean themselves, and most times blame themselves for what happened. No one lives forever, handsome, but do you really want your virgin to live the rest of her life feeling filthy and ashamed? Do you want her to live the last minutes of her life literally being ripped apart from the inside while someone takes what was probably meant for you? Are you really willing to risk that for a chance that they can save her?

"Honey, you have to really think about it. Why would they save her when they have loved ones in there? The Changeling has Raven while Wyatt has the mother. They will make sure their women are safe before Red ever crosses their minds. It will give my father, or uncle, plenty of time to do what they please. All that they need is a few seconds and it's over. Tell me, handsome, are you still willing to die now?"

Rebecca raised an eyebrow at the Boy Wonder. "Well, now that that's settled..." Her dark eyes ventured to Kenneth, who was finally retaliating. Hmm, it seems he was actually winning. Raymond's yummy nephew was weakening slowly after Kenneth slammed his elbow into his wounded thigh, whereas Colt was down for the count after Ken took the same branch that had broken his ribs to his collarbone, which probably broke it completely. She wondered if Colt was still alive. A hit to the ribs could puncture the heart or lungs, and a shattered—if that's what happened— collarbone could also be deadly.

She was so busy watching Kenneth that she didn't realize that Robin was reaching for the gun until it was almost to late. He managed to jerk it away from his stomach as she fired, but he was still hit close range. The bullet went straight through his upper arm, but he managed to jerk it from her grasp and turned the tables. Now, she was the one being held at gunpoint. And unlike her...

He was going to kill her.

With his right arm completely useless, Robin had to count on his left arm to do everything. Thankfully, Robin had always been able to adapt to everything that was thrown his way. And being left-handed was easy compared to most things he had to face.

"Kenneth," Rebecca called, voice wavering as Robin cocked the gun with his left thumb.

"Shut up, Rebecca. I don't have time to deal with you," he snapped, grunting when Ethan slammed his shoulder into Ken's midsection.

Her eyes widened when she realized she was on her own. Robin moved forward, blood dripping from the tips of his long fingers.

"I don't have time to deal with you." And before she even had time to scream, Robin slammed the butt of the gun against her temple.

She slumped to the ground, but this time, she did not rise.

"Robin, get moving! I'll take care of this one. Please make sure Hannah's okay, alright?" Ethan barely deflected a hit to the jaw, but ended up biting his lip hard, taking a large chunk from it.

Robin frowned, but was already moving toward the cave. Colt and Twain were completely out, leaving Ethan on his own. Robin hated to leave a friend on his own, but Starfire came first. Rebecca's speech had his hackles raised. But he would make damn sure Harley and Hannah was safe, even if he died protecting them.


Ugh, I am so sorry about not updating sooner! I had written out another part, but it wasn't that interesting, and I figured that you'd much rather have me update than read something completely boring and uninteresting.

Dude, I read the spoilers for Fruits Basket and I cannot believe it! I don't want to spoil everything for the people who are waiting to read everything before that, but...damn! I have a picture of the huge spoiler and even have it as my desktop. Problem is, they might end up killing one of the main characters...could someone please tell me if they know what I'm talking about and know how it all ends?

Oh, yes, and who all noticed the horrible clichés?