Ok, I'm going to try and turn this story into some phenomenal creation that nobody will forget. I may need some advice HINT HINT. I'm not entirely sure how this whole thing will end out (Don't worry! I've got a long way to go!) but I think I'm headed in the right direction. Bear with me here people. I'm still learning.

DISCLAIMER: Why would I be on FANfiction if I owned Teen Titans? I don't have much more than what's in my house(s) and my friends and family. The Teen Titans are most definitely not in my possession.

Chapter 3:

Cyborg knelt down next to his weakened friend. "Holy shit, what happened to you?" Beast Boy's head was tilted strangely toward his left shoulder, his eyes squeezed shut. His right leg was stuck out in an awkward angle, his gloved right hand trembling while it rested upon it. His left hand lay limply at his side and his left leg was folded closely to his torso. His whole body was trembling. He whimpered as he tried to find his voice, and found it rather painful to speak. "That was no machine," he said, in a low groan. Robin walked over to the body lying several feet away from him. He tugged at the mask on the figure's head and felt it slip off. He looked at its face finding it to be quite human. His eyes widened and he looked over the large muscular body at the many injuries that Beast Boy had inflicted upon him. Robin checked his pulse. He was alive. Barely.

Beast Boy emitted another groan as he winced in pain. Beast Boy coughed dryly and let out a quiet sob. After a minute, Beast Boy regained his composure and spoke with the same tired groaning voice as he had before. "He's not…dead… is he?" His breathing was shallow and erratic. Cyborg was heartbroken to see his friend this way and hadn't heard the question. Robin answered for him.

"No, he's not dead, thank God," he said harshly to Beast Boy. "You could have killed him! What were you thinking?!"

Beast Boy winced. Robin's loud voice was offensive to his supersensitive ears. "I…didn't mean to…I…couldn't let him… kill me…" Beast Boy's voice was reduced to a shallow whisper. He couldn't speak any more, as the pain was steadily overtaking his body.

Raven stepped in to support Beast Boy. "Would you rather have Beast Boy dead and this killer loose? He is alive, Robin. Beast Boy wouldn't have killed him and you know that. I'm surprised he was able to do as much as he did in his current condition."

"Uhh…" Beast Boy whined, clenching his teeth. "I just want to get out of here, I want to go home," he thought to himself.

Cyborg, who had been gazing absentmindedly at the ground beside Beast Boy, now looked back at his weak friend. Beast Boy opened his eyes and stared back. They were riddled with pain and fear and exhaustion. "We have to get him out of here. Now."

Raven, Robin, and Starfire looked over at Cyborg. Robin knelt and lifted Beast Boy's last opponent onto his shoulders and began carrying him away towards where they had entered the cavern. Starfire watched him, looked back at the other three and then walked in Robin's direction, sadness inhibiting her ability to fly.

Raven went to Beast Boy and Cyborg. "We need to take him back home," she said softly to Cyborg. The half-machine titan nodded and began to strategize how to lift Beast Boy from the ground without furthering his injuries. "He's so banged up, I don't know if I should move him," he said quietly.

"If you can lift him, I can teleport us back to the tower," Raven said in her usual monotone voice.

Cyborg nodded again. "Can you support his leg? I don't want to hurt him." Raven nodded and knelt to help lift Beast Boy. Cyborg straightened Beast Boy's left leg and then placed his left hand gently behind Beast Boy's back, tipping him forward slightly, and his right hand under his legs as Raven held his right leg at the knee and ankle. Beast Boy gasped in pain and panted as they altered his position, clenching his teeth and cringing. Once the three were stabilized, Raven chanted her magical verse to bring them home.

"Azerath Metrion Zinthos!"

The three teleported instantly to the tower's infirmary, though Beast Boy and Cyborg looked even more disconcerted than they had before. Beast Boy was in even more physical pain and it was plainly expressed on his face. He whimpered. His breathing was ragged and his exhaustion seemingly increased and he allowed his head to fall back against Cyborg's mechanical arm. The two carried him to the nearest bed and set him down gently.

They inspected his injuries, and as they examined his back, Cyborg became concerned that might have hurt him when he lifted him up. They dislodged the stones that were embedded in the deep wound going across his spine during which Beast Boy openly protested through hoarse wailing.

Yes? No? Who thinks I should continue? What would you all do if I stopped writing this right now? Would I be the pitiful victim of a homocide? DON'T BE DRASTIC PEOPLE!!!! I'm kidding. I'll go on. I have got to get this out of my head somehow.

READ & REVIEW, por favor! which reminds me, I'm sitting in front of my History book and I still have Spanish homework to do. I'm a terrible procrastinator. It' 11:45 PM! it's early.

Back to the grind.