hello everyone! I hope that no one actually thought that Raven was going to actually die! I'm not that cruel, and I thought that I lad left a footnote, but meh, maybe my memories are eluding me! I was originally going to have this chapter be longer, but I wanted the signifigance of this moment to stand out and become it's own. Therefore, you'll be happy to know that I'll be updating sooner than usual!

Chapter 22: Savior

A mass amount of weight seemed to be pressing itself upon her entire body. Was this what it feels like? She released what she thought to be her final breath. The smile faded, however, when she realized she still had the capability to open her eyes to a world that she had not wanted to ever glimpse upon again. Death had not befallen her. It was quite the opposite.

An angel had saved her. The brilliant white flowed around its figure like a gentle, carressing blanket of light. "Raven." Its voice was muffled, but the beauty resonated perfectly.

"Raven." It called again, more urgently this time. Blinking to clear the dew from her eyes, she concentrated, somehow the radiant voice began to seem familiar to her.

Her vision cleared to produce, none other, than Robin, an anxious expression playing on his face. A small moan of recognition escaped her lips and she squeezed her eyes shut tight. A soft hand rested upon her face, tugging upwards, beckoning her eyes to emerge from their sallow burrows. The brightness bursted through the tiny slits as she tried to adjust. "I'm fine." She spoke, how she even managed to utter a word suprised her greatly. She began to recognize her surroundings and soon found the battle still in engagement. Robin towered over her, eyeing her with extreme caution.

"What happened?" She asked, more to herself than to Robin.

"You tell me. You just stood there, right when Plasmus was about to attack." He replied, helping her to a sitting position.

Suddenly all her thoughts came rushing back. Thoughts of her botched plans, thoughts of her failing abilities, everything. Tough as it was, she struggled to keep the confused look on her face from turning to surprise.

And then it came to her. Veiwing her surroundings, the battle that was assaulting her friends, she was astonished to finally see that being a Teen Titan filled her soul with raptured life. It was all she had ever wanted to be and she had just put her position into jeopardy. The trecherous snake-like voice that had reduced her to nothing, she found, had only been just that, a voice. She had control over her destiny, and right now, every thought of ending her life had vanished, simply by looking into the face of the angel who had saved her desired life.

"R-Robin..." She stuttered, wanting so deeply to tell him of the plight of her actions.

A ball of toxic acid sailed past her right side, interrupting her moment of truth.

"Hold that thought." Robin called as he stood up and launched himself at the enemy.

She eyed his retreating figure before taking in the rest of the team. She realized how much life was around her. Of course there were her friends and a few fleeing Jump City citizens, but there was more than that. Until now, the breeze dancing through the supple aspen leaves and the tiny plants that had forsaken the man-made strucures and grew despite their presense had gone unnoticed. The appearance of life was overwhelming, so much so that Raven's problems seemed insignificant. Was the cure for her apathy that simple? To focus on the enthusiatic life that endured all around her, and ignore, as best she could, the ever-present burdens that seemed so constant in her own? It would certainly prove to be to be a difficult task as much as it would transpire to be easier to keep her emotions imprisoned. But the task would not be easy, especially since her whole existance seemed to be based around negativity.

Watching as Beastboy dodged the gelatinous half-formed arm of Plasmus she began to approach the idea more heartily. So what if I am to change the entire way I view my surroundings? What will come of it in the long run? For this, and of so many other of life's questions, she knew not that answer. But a fresh wave of determination swept over her. Being so close to death had opened her eyes and made her value her life, though dark and riddle with uncertainty it was.

All that she could see was herself and her highly cherished teammates. Her encumbered journey of life seemed less dilapidated suddenly, as though her whole mind was mending to the implicit adjustments that she had stringently rendered upon herself. Thoughts of Red-X fled her rehabilitated mind, along with all her yearnings for him.

A wave of brightness extended to the dark casms of her thoughts, and a sincere smile graced her lips. She rose awkwardly, thanks to her injury of her attempt at ending her life, and was blissfully unaware of the steel cable that was predestined straight for her head. Realizing at the last second, she instinctively flung her hands up, inconsequentially stopping the impending suffering.

"No!" She yelled, not thinking that the cable did not have ears or the power to comply with authority. Eyes shooting open, she found the cable to be mere inches from her face, surrounded in a murky black aura. internally her stomach did somersalts, ecstatic that her mutinous powers had recoiled back into their home. A sigh of pure bliss and elatedness escaped her as she glanced to her comrades, obviously needing their fifth member. With a deep breath to get her bearings together she leapt into action, her spirit containing a new burst of buoyancy.

END OF CHAPTER 22!!!

I feel a little bit better knowing that this wasn't as unbearable a cliffy as the last chapter. What did you all think?