What's up my homies? No, just kidding . . . I'm on a serious high of Evanescence right now . . . but anyway, aren't you people proud of me? I didn't wait three months to post a new chappy! Be proud, I say! Plus, it isn't unbelievably short like the last chapter which, I'm sure let down many of you my faithful reviewers . . . not that I have many . . . but for those of you who are actually nice, thank you very much and please say good things about this chapter because I revealed some more stuff! Yay!

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Brilliant rays of white light shone down from the vast expanse of the sky, reflecting off the crystal, glassy waters below. White skin bathed in the luxurious light of the moonbeams, pale hair shimmered in lavender iridescence, and purple eyes glimmered and reflected the beauty of the moon. The light figure looked towards the sky at the bright orb that shined down upon her, never blinking, never moving.

"She used to like the moon, too," a voice said quietly from behind her. She remained motionless, but still listened. "I always thought that she was perfect in the moonlight . . . it suited her so well." This time she turned slowly to look at his expression.

As soon as their eyes met, he let out a small cry and quickly broke the gaze. "It . . . it just hurts too much to be around you. You remind me of her so much," he confessed, his voice cracking in pain. "Oh, god," he breathed, and fell to the ground in anguish, elbows resting on his knees, hands covering his face.

Gradually, she placed herself on the edge of the roof, legs dangling over the edge next to him. Her eyes moved back to the light that sliced through the blackened heavens. Tell me.

For a moment, he remained silent, his face still buried in his hands. Finally, he slowly looked up, and following suit, also gazed at the moon's radiance. He swung his lean legs over the edge of the roof as well, and took a deep breath.

"There's more to my life than I've told you. So much more . . ."

Yes, you stopped at the point when you were remained a child and in the care of the Doom Patrol. I was certain there had to be more.

"Yeah, a lot more, unfortunately. I neglected to tell you before that the Doom Patrol utilized my special power –– the ability the transform into different animals. Together we faced the dark side of the world, becoming legends for our heroics. Because I was young and inexperienced, I tended to stay in the background, but the team trained me and made me better than I ever thought a dirty orphan like me could ever be. They even gave me my own name . . . . We were invincible . . . or so we thought we were. Then it all came crashing down . . ." He trailed off, choking on his words.

"But then, when the Doom Patrol was over and I was wandering again, I stumbled upon this city –– Jump City. Young and careless, I hadn't yet removed the mask that the Doom Patrol had given me, mainly because part of me didn't want to let them go. That's when . . . when I met them . . . the Teen Titans." Tears glimmered in his distant emerald eyes, but he blinked them away. The girl turned to look at him, seeing that he was sinking deeper into pain. But he began to speak again, so her gaze returned to the stars.

"The Titans were just about the best people that you could ever meet. I took on the identity of the jokester of the group to conceal my sorrow for my parents and my teammates. But towards the end, the happiness wasn't just a façade –– it was real. They became the best friends I ever had, the closest people of all to my heart.

"Like the Doom Patrol, there were four other members," he explained, his eyes softening in memory. "There was Robin, the tough leader, Boy Wonder as we used to call him sometimes. He was a great leader –– especially when your team is a group of misfit teenagers with weird powers. He always wore that mask –– I never saw his real eyes. His hair was sleek black and always slicked into these hilarious spikes. I don't think he ever knew how ridiculous he looked . . . . Despite his lack of self-awareness, he became a great friend of mine, who could always guide me in the right direction when I was lost.

"Then there was Starfire, the giddy alien with the strangest customs you could imagine. Her English wasn't the best, but we all loved her anyway. She was probably the most optimistic person I've ever known, with that long red hair and those piercing green eyes. Her and Robin were forever flirting, it was ridiculous. She was the light of the Tower, she was the happiness that flowed through our veins, she was what told us to keep going even when things seemed hopeless.

"And of course, nobody could ever forget Cyborg, the half-robot with a great sense of humor and an uncanny love of meat." He let out a half-hearted laugh. "We would argue everyday over tofu and meat . . . we both loved it, though, even though neither of us would admit it. He became my best friend of all –– we withheld few secrets from each other –– the best times in the Tower that I remember were mostly hanging out with them, playing video games with Cyborg, eating vegetarian pizza, laughing . . . it was the best time of my life.

"And the last and most important Titan to me was . . . was . . ." His voice suddenly broke, painful memories stinging at him. He bit his lip and tried again, determined to allow himself to relieve himself just this once. He could let his emotions spill out this one time and finally tell someone. "The last Titan was . . . Raven," he struggled. Her name would forever haunt him . . . whenever he dared to whisper it aloud, he felt the bite of pain and the rush of devastating loneliness. He fought back tears and attempted to make his recollection as happy as he could.

"Raven ––" He had to pause to collect himself once more, her name weakening him. "When I first saw her, standing there in the lonely, pale light of the moon, my heart just about stopped. The violet wisps of her shining strands of smooth hair caressed her flawless, pale skin on her beautiful face, her breathtaking amethyst eyes staring back at me. I wasn't worthy to even be graced with her stunning presence. A black leotard clung to her perfectly-proportioned body, and a dark blue cloak draped over her gracefully. She was the definition of beautiful.

"Yes, she was dark. She inverted onto herself and was lost in her vast collection of books. I could always sense the feeling of loneliness in her presence, so I tried my hardest to give her a friend, to make her smile, to see the light in her eyes that I saw only once . . . with Malchoir . . ." He shuddered, then continued solemnly, a ghost of a smile on his face. "I wanted to be the one to make the light return again; I wanted to make her happy just to see a smile on her pale, inviting lips.

"Sometimes," he said with a small laugh, "when it was just the two of us, I would do crazy things just to see how she would react. Once, when I was trying to make her laugh, I tried to recite a goofy poem that I made up on the spot. I still remember it . . . it went like this:

Birdy, birdy in the sky

I watch you as you fly

Up high in the blue sky

Just don't poop in my eye

Because I don't want Raven to see me cry

"It was stupid, but I could see her holding back laughter, just as her dark powers blew up a nearby lamppost. And then, just because of that small gesture, I didn't want the day to ever end." He shook his head. "She was . . . she was the only one I ever really loved . . ." Unable to resist any longer, cold tears dripped down his cheeks. He couldn't stand saying it out loud; it hurt too much. Daggers of agony pierced his heart as the tears continued to descend down his face. The familiar tears gleamed in the luminosity of the moonlight, shining on his tinted green cheeks.

As if she was not listening at all to his painful reminiscence, the girl asked, What was the name that the Doom Patrol gave you?

He looked over at her to find her eyes remaining glued to the light of the moon. Painful memories that his name brought flooded into his troubled mind. Still she deserved to know.

Tears pouring from his distressed forest eyes, he struggled to utter it one last time. "It –– it was Beast Boy."

What happened to them? Why are they not here anymore?

He fell backward, allowing himself to drop onto the cold tile that covered the roof, one hand resting face up on his forehead, the other laying limply on the floor beneath him. He couldn't speak of that now . . . not now . . . no, not now . . . he wouldn't . . . he couldn't . . . no . . .

"No," he said aloud, surprised at the cold, cruel tone of his own voice.

But you were doing so well ––

"Yeah, well that's about as well as I can do in one night," he stated with finality, cutting her off. As the realization of what he had revealed to a stranger hit him, he grew bitter once more. Not wanting to know what she thought of his pathetic existence, he stood and quickly exited the roof once more.

The girl's bright amethyst eyes never left the radiance of the moon, even as the harsh slam of the door behind her rang out and pierced the silence of the black night around her.

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So? What'd you think? Longer, eh? Yeah, yeah, I know, not long enough and not enough info for you demanding reviewers, but you must be patient, people! Make that very patient, 'cause I take awhile to write and I like to drag it out just for you guys! XD

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