Okay, so main focus is on Raven and this disembodied voice. I realize this doesn't seem to be an interesting story, but I plan several twists and turns. All in all, I can't wait to complete this piece. Dream sequence is included, and should be apparent. But, if not, please state so in a review. I'll be sure to fix that as soon as possible.

Disclaimer: Don't own 'em.


Sweat poured down her face, locks plastered to pale flesh. Eyelids fluttered violently, as tosses and turns were made. Silken sheets wrapped themselves around her petite body, twisting into positions usually not warped into. Suppressed murmurs of fear, suppressed screams of shock, were withheld in throat, stifled. Inky tendrils threatened to leak out, constricting any near object. Even in a slumber, she had to keep control of her emotions.

"Mommy I found you!" The voice repeated itself again and again, so frighteningly innocent and childish. There was a certain familiarity to it, and yet total unknowing. Who did it belong to? There was no face to match it with--merely that hauntingly sugar coated voice. Nothing more. There really wasn't a villain, or a ghost, or a person. Just that voice. That vocalization not made by any known person.

A near grunt escaped pursed lips, as terror after terror unfolded in her subconscious.

Moonlight danced on ghostly child's alabaster complexion, near blackened irises glistening with a hint of evil. Slight smirk painted creature's face, lips twisting into a mocking smirk. Brunette mop obscured full vision of visage, hanging in its face. Shredded reminisce of nightgown covered nakedness, but just barely. Enlarged spheres pierced through even the most impenetrable of objects, girl seemingly sweet and innocent.

"Mommy, may I have a glass of water?" The voice. It was her. "Mommy, I want a glass of water. Won't you give me a glass of water? Please?" And then, for the briefest, evanescent of seconds, there was an extra tone--a demonic shred of malevolence swirling with innocuousness. And, then, a scream of pure enragement. "MOMMY. I DEMAND A GLASS OF WATER."

Crashes, screams of another. Her screams. Raven's screams. The child transformed from something harmless, to something fearful and frightening. Decomposing flesh rotted off her face, falling in strips of blackened skin. Muscle and ivory were exposed, teeth now sharp fangs. Lips were the thinnest of thin; eyes had been metamorphosed into black holes of nothing. Laughter filled the air, coming only from her, and then, after several bursts of merciless shrieking-nothing.

Blood pooled on the floor, before Raven's own fait was revealed…

Jolting upright, the teenager merely glanced around her room, globes as large as they could get. Quick, rapid breathes were taken, as to ensure that her heart wasn't to pound out her chest. Suspicious, if not paranoid glares, were given to the window near expectantly. Something was bound to pop out at her at any time, like in those cheap slasher movies. But, nothing. All was calm, except for the storm attempting to form and reign upon the city.

Softened moonlight was obscured by torrential downfall, lightening occasionally pierced the blackest of skies, sending sporadic shadows dancing across the walls. There was nothing to be feared of here, just the same old weather that was to be expected living near the ocean. Just a routine thunderstorm. Nothing more, nothing less.

The dark was suffocating. There was something odd mingling in her murky domain--something just not right. A shadow--not caused by lightening, but rather by a person--mystically grew on her wall. It was for the tiniest of seconds, if she'd blinked, she would have missed it. But, she made no sound. If this person, thing, or whatever was to attack her, she wasn't going to give it a chance to do so quickly. Silently, the tedious work of lifting her body off the bed without making a noise was completed, her hands beginning to glow with power. "Who's there?"

"Ring around the rosies. Pocket full of posies. Ashes, ashes. We all fall down." It was back! It was here to torment her, scare her. Frighten her. And it was working; shivers ran up and down the sorceress's spine, sending the hair on the back of her slender neck to raise. Unfocused pools of amethyst slowly spun 'round room, as courage soon gained control of her.

"Show yourself. If you're going to keep coming back, then might as well make the fight fair." Fists clenched in battle stance, as wait was began. Perhaps this thought would render the creature to become aware of its cowardice and come out of its hiding. Though, this was doubtful. Hell, it was better to not be seen than to be seen.

"Mommy, don't you remember me? It's me, Ursula, silly! C'mon! Let's play." Words were followed by piercing laughter, eerie and full of immature, empty bliss. Mirth reverberated off walls, filling the ethereal silence for some time. Suddenly, a swift breeze of coldness brushed the skin of the exposed witch, and a gasp emitted from her larynx. What the hell was that? Daggers of chill sent her body in convulsions of wintry cold. "What's wrong Mommy?" The voice deepened, apparently enjoying this show of ephemeral weakness. "Feeling sick?" Just as this question was asked, the room began to spin threateningly.

Staggering towards the heavy metal door, Raven pushed against it for support, nearly falling to her knees. Blurs of colors merged together, everything becoming one huge swirl of pigments and shapes. Incessant giggles were heard, but she didn't care. She had to get out of the room. Fear and sickness took over, sending black daggers of power scattering about the room. But, alas, this didn't stop anything, merely made the situation worse.

Desperate scratches at the door were made, as if enough common sense was not gathered to pull it open. "Three, four. Better lock the door." No! It had locked it! Raven wasn't one to be frightened, but right now, her head was about to fall off her shoulders. There was no way she'd be able to get out of this one herself. The ability to concentrate properly had long ago dissipated, so forced yelps of help were pushed up her throat, like peristalsis involuntarily gulfing down chewed food. But no one came.

As quickly as it began, it stopped. Slowly, her accommodations came into perfect view as before. The storm that was beginning to form was now in full fledged action, and all silence remained. Only the doll once occupying the top shelf was amiss, this time sprawled messily on the floor. It was left as she angrily pulled open the door, enraged at its malfunction.

All was dark in the Titans corridor as she stormed towards Robin's room.


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