Yay! Here we are with a chapter two! Sorry for taking so long, I have to be honest and say that I have been lacking with inspiration these pass two months and that I have no excuses for my lack of up-dating. XD

I actually have been killing myself to try a different type of writing style, sort of like the one from the most awesome fanfiction that I read called 'Of Dreams That Are' by Thomas the Betrayer. I simply feel in love with both the story and the way it's written so I have been trying over and over to write this with satisfaction.

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So on with the story!

Chapter 2: The End of Silence

Each step he made faintly echoed against the metal bridge above crates and boxes.

Tap… tap… tap… its rhythm slow and casual as if he were having a stroll in the park.

His whole being melted within the dark. The only indication that he was there were the low footsteps and the occasional swift movement of his silhouette across the steaks of pale moonlight that would manage to wiggle their way through the cracks among the high crates.

Like a ghost. Other people would see him only if he wished them to. He would appear in one movement in front of them, and just as easy disappear without a trace. He'd play with them, taunt them and psychoanalyze them without them even knowing it. And by the time most of them figured out what he was doing, he would have already won. His pray would cower and fear him, potential opponents would tense, desperately intent on defending or attacking. And in the end, they would all be defeated anyway.

It was pathetic really.

His eye caught two dark figures through the window that were flying across the clear night sky towards him. One darker than the other.

A bird.

He chuckled at the thought. Some cowered, others fell, and the birds? The birds got angry and chased after him, determined to defeat and overpower him. And he was a ghost. Birds were constantly chasing ghosts.

Robin was certainly a bird, but Raven? She was the pray during her birthday, she was a warrior who battled him fiercely after the rather pointless chase for the Gem, but was she a bird? Birds chased ghost, but never caught them. And she had caught him once.

He slightly shifted at the memory of her four red eyes, of the truth that left her mouth.

He took a few more steps before he was once more engulfed in the dark cloak of the night. He cast one last gaze towards his army, hidden around their soon-to-be playground, before turning his attention to the soon-to-be-opened doors of the warehouse.

He'll have to wait that moment, of course. He was a patient man after all. He will watch them from the above, like they were lab-mice running through a maze, and enjoy the few moments in which the pray actually thinks it's the predator. He always found that part most amusing.

And then he'll set up the last few pieces for his little games.

The air whizzed pass her ears. She kept her eyes in front of her as they flew through the chilling night air.

No matter how much she concentrated on the view of the piers that was getting closer and closer, a part of her attention was always drawn to the glimpse of red beside her.

They both sped to the required destination, Starfire slightly passing ahead of Raven. The other girl took notice of this even though her eyes never moved from their earlier destination and she slightly sped up to catch up with her alien friend.

Starfire, of course, hadn't noticed that. Tamaranians were natural flyers from birth. They loved it, felt it, craved for it, and so, many times in battle and otherwise, Raven found it hard to keep up with the red-haired girl.

She would always unconsciously fly ahead of her and Raven had to struggle many times to get ahead of the girl. It wasn't out of competitive spirit, which was something Raven knew she had the least of, and neither was it a speck of envy she admittedly would sometimes feel towards her beautiful friend, but merely out of concern. Wound up in all her joy of flight and excitement Starfire would at certain times become unaware of her surroundings and forget that they were headed for battle.

Much to Raven's dismay, she had grown to love Starfire like a younger sister. A much too enthusiastic and to a certain point ignorant younger sister, but a sister nonetheless. And just like an older sibling, she was protective of the girl. Everyone on the team was. She simply had that effect on people. With her naivety of things always turning out for the best and constant belief that everyone would do the right thing, it was simply hard not to get addicted to such blind optimism and innocence. And with that protectiveness of the girl, came a determination to keep her ignorant as much as she could from the harsh world they lived in.

Ignorance is bliss and who was she to argue with that when she constantly found herself envious of such thing from her female friend. She was pure, where as she was not. And if she could keep harms away from her in any way then she would do it, just as she would for her whole team. Her friends. Her family.

Her eyes slightly narrowed as she prepared for any surprises they may encounter upon their arrival. It happened a few times that their enemies would attack them with a long-ranged weapon or what-not even before they arrived at the scene of the crime. She remembered Starfire once getting hit during her flight, and Raven cursed herself for not noticing the criminal earlier and not getting her out of the way.

She never liked seeing her friends pained features, not when she could stop it. And with the power she'd been given since her birth she knew she could.

With a screeching halt the T-car came to a stop beside the red motorcycle below them as they softly landed on the ground. With a small nod towards her leader all eyes turned to the warehouse as the last two members stepped out of the T-car.

"Cyborg, any readings?" asked Robin, not averting his gaze.

With a few taps on his arm the robotic teen frowned. "No," his voice nothing but serious as he locked his eyes on the warehouse, "No energy signatures, no movements, no nothing… Something's blocking all the signals."

A trap… Raven's mind echoed as Robin's eyes narrowed as she presumed he came to the same conclusion.

"Come on," he jumped off his R-cycle and drew out his bo-staff as his teammates followed him to the twin metal doors of the warehouse. Putting his free hand on one door and Cyborg on the other he carefully looked at them.

"Keep your guard up guys." They all simultaneously nodded as he turned to Cyborg who changed his other hand into the sonic-cannon and also mutely nodded.

With the quick nod of acknowledgment they slammed the doors open, already in their fighting positions.

"Freeze!"

…Silence and dark greeted them along with the dying echo of the metal doors.

Five pairs of eyes scanned the dim-lit paths along the rows and rows of barely visible crates for any movement. They found none.

Something twisted in Robin's stomach. He didn't like this one bit, but what had to be done, had to be done. With a quick glance at his teammates he took a step forward.

"Spread out."

And so they did, each one of them disappeared into a dark-lit path between the high walls of numerous crates stacked upon each other.

Tamaranians were warriors. They did not fear battle, they carved for it. However, they had a different outlook on the word 'battle' from humans; one which she had yet to understand.

Her finger slightly twitched as she levitated to a crossway before glancing left and right. Each way looked the same, a single dark path leading deeper into another crossway such as this one. She turned left briefly glancing above, where she was met with the sight she saw everywhere she turned: more darkness. She suppressed a shudder.

Unlike humans, Tamaranians fought for the release from the constant harvesting of positive emotions from which they're drawn to. They fight not to harm, but to release themselves of the energy which threatens to consume them whole. They find no pleasure in hurting other, or being hurt for that matter. None of them were fond of pain. Pain brought fear and fear pulled you under.

Slightly shaking her head she levitated across another dark path and came into another crossway. Glancing right she could make out her friend Cyborg carefully patrolling through the path and pointing his sonic-cannon in precaution when coming across another pathway. A small breath of relief washed over her at the sight of an ally she trusted and loved as a friend. Continuing her way she took the path in front of her.

But whereas her people fought for the thrill of the fight, humans fought for what she could not understand, for what she did not wish to understand. Times they fought for material goods, for religion, for revenge… and for other things she could not even imagine. Some she witnessed herself here on Earth, as of others she learned from the television and other various ways while trying to learn the Earth cultures and ways.

She was shocked. Whereas Tamaranians fought for release… humans fought to murder.

She shuddered once more as the path she went became darker and darker. Slightly shaking her head she dismissed the thought and softly landed on the ground.

No, not all humans. She met wonderful people who took her in, cared for her and she cared for them. And the people of Jump city who she protected and who looked up to her for that. But knowing there were humans such as those and that they had disturbing intents made her furious… (how could they do such things to their own kind?)

She couldn't see anymore as she ventured deeper in a part which moonlight couldn't reach.

But thinking there were humans such as those, criminals with such foul intents in her presence, made her fearful.

She raised a starbolt in her hand as she ventured further in the dark.

Tamaranians fought for release, not to harm. But humans that she fought against attacked to kill.

Soon she came across another crossway and turned left.

Starfire was not fond of pain.

A crash from somewhere behind her made her turn sharply around and come face to face with a black mask with an orange circle in the middle of it.

Pain brought fear and fear pulled you under.

She screamed.

He took cautious steps, silencing his movements as much as he could.

'Stealth is the key to victory,' Batman once told him. And he was right. Many times in situations like this he could hear his enemies' movements or plant a seed of fear in them as they didn't know where he was, which resulted in them accidentally giving away their location.

If it weren't for stealth many villains and criminals would have gotten away.

He gripped his bo-staff a little tighter.

And if it weren't for stealth he would have missed the slight noise from above him.

He looked up.

His eyes widened and he quickly leaped to the side milliseconds before a crate slammed onto the ground and broke into pieces.

A dark chuckle came from above him. He froze.

"Good reflexes, as always."

He knew that voice, he knew it far too well. Something stirred inside his chest.

His head snapped up, gaze locking with a single dark eye of the dark muscular silhouette threateningly hovering from the above. His lips parted agape into a single word…

"Hello, Robin…"

No…

A scream tore through the ware house.

An explosion followed.

And before he knew it…

Hell broke loose.

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