A.N. For once, I'm not complaining that the last chapter did horribly in the reviews department. It was short and stupid and late. Hopefully this will redeem me in your eyes. So please read and review!
Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans. Darn.
Slade
Despite catatonic passengers and annoying conductors, the Train of Thought was probably both the most brilliantly weird and most weirdly brilliant invention of all time. Assuming that Lamech's Realm actually worked in terms of time. Sometimes Slade just stopped trying to figure out magic.
Raven had explained how to give the Train, which she already knew all about from various books, mental directions to places that were hidden. The place in question was obviously the Church of Blood. He just hoped he could get there while he still had the chance.
Raven
"Wake up, demon girl."
Raven did not bother to explain the differences between sleeping and meditating, as well as those between demon and half-demon. The Church of Bloods hired guards because of bicep size, not brain size. Which was definitely a good thing.
She rose to her feet unsteadily. She was far from needing to put on an act of weakness. Hopefully Slade could get there while she still had a chance.
The knuckle-dragging guard threw a bundle of cloth at Raven. "Put it on."
He didn't bother to give her some privacy. You've got to be kidding me. "Do you really think Brother Blood's going to like you ogling the future mother of his child?" Raven asked.
The guard saw the logic in that and slammed the door after announcing that Raven had two minutes to change. Raven dressed as quickly as possible, mostly because she didn't trust the guard's honesty or his counting skills. She had been supplied with a red robe. The mark of Scath was outlined in black on both the chest and the hood. The worst the about the outfit was that it actually made her look good. Apparently this ceremony was a pretty big deal.
"Where am I going, anyway?" Raven said to her escort on the march down the stone hall.
"The chapel," he near-grunted.
"Why the chapel?" Not that Raven would put anything past the Church of Blood, but she thought the ceremony would be a quick chant and then Brother Blood would carry her off.
The guard eyed Raven like maybe she was the dim one. "Because you're gettin' married."
Slade
One long train ride and four unconscious guards later, Slade was patrolling the halls of the Church of Blood. It resembled more of a fortress of doom than a church from the outside. From the inside it seemed to depend on which room you were in. He had acquired the information about Raven's exact location from a trainee dedicate. Said dedicate had assumed Slade was Raven's escort.
After only a few minutes of searching, Slade spotted Raven's real escort waiting outside her cell door. The burly man wore the same type of guard uniform as Slade. This is going to be too easy.
Raven
"Why am I getting married?"
Again the guard looked incredulous. "Church rules. Plus they want an excuse to keep you around, in case anything happens to the first demon kid. The Blood family kills each other off a lot."
"Why do you work for them if they're so unreliable?" If Slade wasn't going to show up, Raven needed to have a Plan D. Knowing Slade, he probably already had A, B, and C in motion.
They turned into a deserted, darker-than-usual hallway. The guard shrugged before answering. "I like puttin' the hurt on people. And sometimes if we do good we get broads like you after the high-ups are done."
"Wrong answer," came a familiar deep voice from behind the guard. He was slumped against the wall before Raven could blink.
She turned around. "Slade!"
He barely nodded. "The Bloods are running a tight schedule. We need to get out as soon as possible."
"Wait! They have my gem. My powers-"
"We can come back for that. Right now we're getting-"
"Stopped in your tracks, I believe you were going to say," interrupted Father Blood. The old man didn't look so over-confident when there were a dozen guards behind him.
A.N. It's not a cliffie, it's a two parter. So there. Please review!