Chapter 13! Supposedly they have just found another clue. I feel like this story now has a mind of its own, and I only know what's supposed to happen in the end. I figure this ones got, eh, five chapters left? Somewhere around that. SPOILER: They actually get into the building in this one. That's what this chapter is all about, the building.
Enjoy! And Happy 2010!
Oh, and my apologies. I recently (two seconds ago) realized I'd put the same chapter up twice, and therefor feel very stupid for doing so. I hope this makes up for it!
Chapter 13
"This Isn't Happening"
Robin shared a hesitant look with his teammates before Cyborg scanned the light. Eventually, it was able to confirm some sort of encoded message inside it.
"Whoever these people are," Cyborg muttered, "They're almost smarter then I am. This message is pretty hard to crack. I don't know how long it's gonna take."
"Well we can't just sit here!" Robin hissed, frustrated. His hands balled up into fists. "We've got to do something!"
He glared at them. "This is all Mason's fault. He said it was supposed to be a 'highly primitive message they should be able to read in no time'!"
Her arm jabbed into his ribs, making him flinch. "Shut your trap. Mason's their puppet now, we can't ask him for help." Her hand reluctantly pointed to the five Teens, huddled around their message. "They are all we've got now."
"So what are we doing, then?" He questioned, his focus turning to them too.
". . . Leaving bread crumbs for them to follow," Her voice was final, there was no arguing. As dangerous as it was to interfere with them directly, at risk of being caught, they were running out of time. And they'd already been interfered with anyway, so it was no big deal.
"What?" He didn't get it. "Like clues?"
"No, we're leaving real bread crumbs. Of course we're leaving clues!" She snapped, eyes glowing for a second. A moment later, she calmed herself and took a deep breath. "Get ready to run."
"What're you gonna do?" He questioned. Then he saw her fingers, raised to her lips. "Oh shi-."
"On three." Her voice interrupted, fingers at ready. "I'll use mine to distract them, you know what to do."
The boy nodded.
"One."
He placed his hands in front of his mouth.
"Two."
He found the frequency they'd require.
"Three!"
"FVVRRRRRTTTT!!!!"
The Titans we're discussing their next move when a loud whistle filled their ears, interrupting Robin. "It's not like they're just gonna-!"
They all turned to him, almost mocking him, but shocked themselves, as well. Apparently, their caller wasn't very patient with them. Which also meant they were close by if the guards couldn't hear, and that these people could see them.
"FFVVRRTT!!!!" They whistled again, but not as loudly. They already had their attention, now they were just baiting them.
"Come on!" Robin ordered, chasing after the sounds direction. Then they froze, on spot. The sound was coming by the gate.
So much for that 'not being able to hear us' thing.
"Hey, who did that!?" One gruff voiced man said. The Titans ducked back down.
"Show yourselves!"
Another loud whistle, to the northwest, covered the area. It dawned upon them at the same time. They weren't baiting the Teen Titans, they were baiting the guards!
"Hey, whose that!?" Another shouted.
The whistle turned into the 'you can't catch me' tune, sounding somewhat childish. But people who were at the door meant they weren't smart enough to guard the inside building. So childish worked for them.
"Look, it's those people we're supposed to be looking out for!"
"Get 'em!"
The whistle continued, nearly drowning out the pounding of feet as all of them hounded after the whistler. Eventually, it cut off, and considering the extended period it had gone off, that left little time to recover breath.
But that wasn't their problem at the moment. What the guards hadn't noticed was the whistles frequency being so loud it was short-circuiting the cameras and everything in front of the building.
"Titans, go!" Robin ordered urgently. They pounded past the gate, feeling completely exposed. If anyone turned no one did. They looked behind them, curious to their saviors identities. All they saw were two shapes. One flying, it looked like, in close proximity to the ground, and the other easily keeping up with them. They seemed to be staying close enough to the men to keep them chasing, but not to close to where they could be captured.
As the Titans ran past the entrance to the building, they froze at the thing itself. They couldn't just walk through the front door!
"What do we do?" Starfire's voice was higher then normal, her fear showing easily. "We must get inside before those men return!"
"But how are we-?" Cyborg began. Raven's hand covered his mouth.
"Uh . . ." For once, she was at a loss for words.
It was so stupid. Something only someone like Beast Boy could think of. But for once, it wasn't Beast Boy's idea. He had nothing to do with it, as far as they (including him) knew. But there it was, in it's glory, swinging in the breeze.
"Anyone else feel like we're being helped without helping?" Beast Boy said, hoping he said it right.
"For once . . . yes." Raven agreed. Then she remembered their limited time. "Come on, we've got to move."
They walked around the building, getting a better view of the thing. It was in the perfect spot, because it would've been the only blind spot in the building. A grappling hook hung from a window, the strange looking rope billowing behind it. Stupid idea, smartly done. These people were very good, in a bad way.
"What're we supposed to do with it?" Raven questioned, "We can fly, why would we need it?"
Beast Boy, surprisingly, got it first. "Cover their tracks?"
The whistling was starting up again. This time, though, it was deeper, more dangerous, almost. A warning.
"Starfire-!" Robin began, but the alien had already disintegrated the rope, leaving only the metal attached to the window and leaving it propped open for them.
Beast Boy morphed into a hawk, Raven grabbed Cyborg and Starfire grabbed Robin, all of them soaring up to the window. Raven used her powers to prop it open for them, and nearly fell through it in their rushed attempt. The whistling died out behind them, and swearing from the returning guards filled their ears.
"Phew," Beast Boy breathed, on his back. They were all on their backs. "That was close."
"This 'gung-ho' thing is getting pretty tiresome," Robin growled, not happy. "I don't like this. We're getting lead around and helped by people we don't know, and who haven't told us anything yet."
"And somehow Jinx and Kid Flash are now involved," Raven reminded him, also not too happy, but mostly because her back now hurt.
They got up, all stretching a little bit. Beast Boy noticed Raven wince when she touched her spin, but swallowed his concern, considering how she'd done it when she thought no one was looking. If she wanted help, she'd say so.
"Right," Beast Boy said, not looking away from her. She noticed, and a brief flash of suspicion filled her eyes before remaining neutral again. "So what should we do first, Rob?"
"Find out where we are," Robin ordered, looking around. "And . . .why we're here. Follow me, and stay low."
With a groan, he stretched his muscles, the cold having made them a bit sore. "Ugh, they so owe us."
"We'll get them to pay later, come on!" Her hand gripped his fore-arm, hoisting him to his feet. She looked back towards the retreating guards who were probably wondering how they disappeared into thin air. In truth, it was just Mason's technology. They all had it, except for one of them.
"Ow," He grumbled at her harsh grip.
She let go, "Sorry." She stared off into the now far off building. "You think they're in?"
"Let's break in again and see."
"Sounds like fun."
"For such a big place, they have horrible security."
"I know, right?"
The two walked back, careful not to step in any tracks that men hadn't made already.
Number One yawned, listening to the report given by a man in a dark suit, speaking about today's report. Her Master did not seem to notice this, but then when the man finished, his head turned to her, appearing curious. In translation, not irritated yet.
"Do you find this unimportant, my dear?" He questioned, his voice light. Warning her, is what would be a better description.
She thought quickly, keeping a bored rather then alarmed look. "May I speak freely, Master?"
"Oh please do." He said. One would think he was saying it mockingly, but in truth he always wanted to hear what she had to say. She had no idea why though. The gentlemen in the suit appeared confused.
She sat up, her elbow no longer resting on the arm of the chair and her face no longer in her hand. "I have four prisoners in my care, two of which I do not the identities of, and you are telling me about security. Do you know what you're so-called 'highly trained men' did when I came in today with them?"
The man looked nervous. Like he felt he was being cornered into a trap. And that was good, because he was. "I-If they were rude to you madame, I can assure you that it won't happen again-."
"That is just it," She interrupted, eyes narrowing. He almost heard the invisible cage snap shut behind him. "They weren't rude at all."
He stared, more confused then before. "Madame?"
"If, let's say, it was someone disguised as me, and they simply snapped at your men like I did this morning, do you think they would have pursued me or brushed it off as one of 'my moods'?" She hissed, her voice getting layered with threats for every word.
"Y-Your what, madame?" He heard the silent footsteps of the person who layed the trap, coming to kill the vermin that was stupid enough to try and eat the bait.
She stood, and he nearly took a step back.
"Do you think I don't know what you say about me when you think I'm out of earshot? Do you believe me stupid?" She wasn't shouting, but she may as well have been. And her posture was relaxed and was a few yards from him, but she may as well have had her fist inches from his face. And with how quick she was, the man very well could be in that position at any time. "You are under the impression that simply because I am a girl, I am in one of my 'feminine weeks' twenty-four/seven. And therefore, you are afraid of me. Afraid for the wrong reason, Mr. . .?"
"P-Percy." He stuttered. "Mr. Percy."
"Of course, Mr. Percy. As I was saying, do not think I am under the rule of my emotions constantly. They are simply fuel. I have a one track mind, Mr. Percy." Her eyes narrowed. "Do not think I will not kill you because I feel bad for you." She was talking through gritted teeth now. "And your security is horrible. You should not pride yourself of running it and then waist my Master's time talking about it. Fix it. Soon. Or I will-."
"That's enough, you one." Her Master said, firmly. But she could tell he wanted to laugh. He found this amusing. More so, he was laughing at the man's incompetence then her outburst. "Peace."
"May I be excused, Master?" Mr. Percy was disturbed. One second she was threatening him, the next talking as sweet as an angel to this man in the shadows.
"Of course. You may go." He answered.
"Thank you," She bowed and then headed to the door, which, to Mr. Percy's discomfort, was behind him, since he was in the middle of the room.
She passed him without a word, and not bumping him with her shoulder, as he would've expected. She was very well disciplined, it seemed. When her Master said enough, she stopped. She probably had no grudge over him anymore, even. She just walked out, completely calm. It was something to admire-.
"Will you please give her message to the guardsmen, Mr. Percy?" The Master said, his good mood not tainted in the least. "I expect you will remember it easily."
"O-Of course sir. That's a right fine apprentice you got there, sir, if I may say so. Very smart in words she is-!"
"Do not try to butter her up because you know she can still hear you," The Master interrupted, now calm rather then happy again. What was with the people here? Were they all bipolar or something?
"O-Of course sir, my mistake." He bowed and quickly left the room, hearing the imaginary trap open as the rat was taken pity on and let out into the streets again.
Everyone (besides Number One herself, but it was assumed she did know) around the building knew where she came from, and who she came from. But they had been put under strict orders not to mention it around her, for apparently she was sensitive about that. None of the workers had feared her in the least until, of course, "The Incident".
It was about two weeks ago, a week after she'd first arrived.
"My apprentice shall be watching the guardsmen as she comes and goes for the next few weeks or so." The so-called 'Master' had informed them. Truthfully the people that worked here didn't care what they had to call him, so long as they were paid. "Please treat her with respect, for she shall be watching over all of you as well as training herself."
"She looks too flimsy to be working in a place like this!" A man, drunk, had shouted from the crowd. Many laughed, though no one was sure where it had come from. Except, she seemed to know.
Her eyes snapped to someone at once, her face not wavering. Her head turned to the man, as if asking permission, and he nodded. She had been gone at once, in a blur. People shouted in surprise, then someone screamed.
She was in the crowd before anyone even knew she was there, right in front of a man who, unfortunately, they could not fire. He was a horrible worker, but anytime they tried to fire him, he'd go on medical-leave for his back, or arthritis, or something. She was in front of him now.
"I don't believe we've been introduced properly, Mister Haynes." She said politely, "I'm Number One, how are you?"
The man laughed at her, attempting to put a hand on her shoulder. She eyed it blankly. "Lil' girl," he slurred. "You'rnt tough ernough to be in er place like thisssss." He drawled on the 's'.
She politely attempted to remove his hand, "We appreciate you for your concern, but I can easily take care of myself, thank you."
"Whose 'we'?" Was what it was supposed to be, but it sounded like 'shwose weh?"
His grip tightened on her, leaning into her face so she could smell the alcohol. And you could smell it half way across the room, so it must've been pretty bad for her. The men went to step in when-.
"Do not. Touch. Me." She'd said, straining to keep calm, apparently. Her voice was curt rather then polite, much harsher. She hardly added the, "Please."
He somehow slurred out something like, "Say, you look a lot like my old wife. Hows about a k-?"
Her hand seemed to hardly touch his, but the scream he made and the crunching sound suggested otherwise. Yet her smile was still just as sweet as ever, if not more so. "Please remove your hand, sir."
His screams drowned out her words to her, so she removed the now mangled object herself. With another sudden movement, their was a clang and her foot was out. He'd hit the wall, and dropped. Now his large body imprint was dented into the wall. Even still, she continued pursuit, what seemed like static electricity trialing behind her for a second before evaporating.
"Please note," she said calmly but loudly as she walked. "That this is not a special circumstance." she picked the six foot five, two hundred pound man up by the collar, as if it was nothing. "I will hurt any of you who cross me. Understand?"
They stared, unable to move.
"I will kill this man if you do not answer me. Do you understand?" She wasn't joking, and now her eyes were narrowed.
"Yes ma'am!" They'd all shouted, except for a few, who really wanted Mister Haynes dead.
"Thank you," and she dropped him and left, without another word, and without so much as a hair out of place or a flicker of remorse for what she'd done. It had been, apparently, perfectly justifiable in her eyes. The Master had warned them.
Mr. Percy couldn't help but shudder as he walked down the hallway, knowing full well she was and would be watching him until he'd done what the Master asked. Then, she'd snitch.
Beast Boy was a fly, wandering around and scouting ahead before telling his friends it was safe. They came to a place where you could go two different ways, not counting the way they'd come. That's about the time when it happened. A little giggle. A slight chuckle. A laugh that now filled the room. The sound that made Raven wince in pain.
It stopped abruptly, making Raven, who had formally clutched her head in pain and fallen to her knees, rub her head.
"Ow, what was that?" Raven muttered, taking Robin's hand as the leader helped her up.
"What was what, Raven?" Beast Boy asked, nervously. It was easy to see her sudden pain-attack had worried him deeply, although she did not know why.
"Friend, are you feeling the okay?" Starfire asked, her hand touching her forehead like she'd seen people on TV do all the time to those who were apparently 'unwell'.
"I'm fine Starfire, did you guys really not hear that laughing?" Raven questioned, shaking slightly. That sound had really killed her, being empathic helper her feel the manic and sorrow behind it, making it hurt all the more. It had been as clear as if she herself had been the one laughing. She shrugged Starfire off, leaving her female friend a tad bit offended but more worried. She stepped away from Raven, eyes wide with concern.
"Laughing?" Cyborg lifted his arms, checking his monitors, "Uh, well, let's see-."
"You're awfully pale, Rae," Beast Boy said nervously, walking in front of her.
"Ugh, my head." Raven groaned, eyes half-closed as the pain, no longer active but still there, floated mindlessly around her head, with no purpose but to wait until it eventually found a way out. Beast Boy had a worried look on his face. "Uh . . ."
Beast Boy's reaction time had Raven in his arms just as she was beginning to fall, catching her before she could fall on him. His hands were under her arms, steadying her. Or at least, it would have, if she'd been awake. Unsure of what to do, he held her against him, making it easier to support the dead wait. "Raven?" He tried not to sound alarmed, because then he'd be loud. They were still in the enemies territory, they couldn't afford this right now! "Raven, wakey-wakey."
"My scanners couldn't find anything," Cyborg managed, staring at their momentarily fallen friend. "And she's not out, BB. Just, well, not all there."
"Rae? Come on, snap out of it." He muttered, only loud enough for her to hear. "When do you think she will be all there?"
"Soon, hopefully," Robin's eyes were huge. "Someone's coming! Hide!"
Beast Boy picked Raven up, under her legs and back, darting back behind the hallway like everyone else. Nobody, surprisingly, made even the slightest of sounds.
"Sorry Rae, but you're breathing kind of loud," He whispered in her ear, covering her mouth so she would breathe through her nose. Starfire stuck her finger under it to check if her friend was breathing still, considering she was the only one awake that didn't wear gloves or metal hands. Thankfully she was, and nodded at Beast Boy once again pressing her back against the wall.
" . . . funniest thing ever, eh George?"
"Never heard anything funnier."
"Least she gave that asshole Haynes his piece, eh? But be thankful Haynes was gone before your time. Bastard quit, thank god."
"I can imagine if she broke half the bones in his body and then decided she ought to take his beer, too."
"Be ready," Robin was murmuring over the man's voice. "If they come this way, we have to knock them out quickly, or they might sound an alarm."
"Man practically lived off beer. She probably knew it too, probably why she took it . . ."
The voices began to fade as they went down a different pathway, much to the Titans relief. Beast Boy hardly noticed, he just felt everybody's bodies relax. His attention was on Raven entirely as she still lay unmoving in his grasp, using only the fact she wasn't completely asleep to console him. He removed his hand from her mouth, muttering apologies to her. Her head was next to his neck since he'd had to move her to keep her breathing quiet, so now they were uncomfortably close, to say the least. He quickly repositioned them so that he was standing again (having been kneeling) and carrying her once more with her head closer to his chest.
"Having fun?" Cyborg breathed, probably still nervous in case the guards came back.
Beast Boy scowled at him, glaring defiantly. Cyborg grinned, and then noticed a flicker of fear pass over his green friend's eyes as he looked down at Raven again. It was gone in the next moment, replaced by something much more off-putting. Concern.
"Beast Boy-," Robin began, apparently having seen it too.
"What do we do now?" His friend interrupted, apparently not wanting to talk about it and avoiding the subject. "We can't keep moving if Raven is, er, 'asleep'."
Starfire listened to the quiet bickering until a thought sparked in her head. "Friends, I believe I am having the idea."
All three turned to look at her. "And that is?" Cyborg questioned.
She motioned for a spot on the ground, gesturing for Beast Boy to sit. He shared a confused look with his friends before sitting down on the ground, Raven returning to the same awkward position as before. Starfire, though not totally oblivious to this, changed it. She pulled Raven upright so she was sitting on his lap rather then laying across it.
"Starfire, is this really necessary?" Robin questioned, seeing Beast Boy's eyes widened. "Can't we just prop her against the wall?"
"No, I do not believe we can." She said, giving Robin a look. He shut up at once. She turned back to Raven, "Beast Boy, would you please cover Raven's mouth with your hand, please?"
Beast Boy's eyes widened. "Star, what are you going to-?"
"If you would please hurry, we are wasting time."
Beast Boy once again reluctantly placed his hand firmly over Raven's mouth, having a feeling once she was going to do. And Raven, when she wanted to be, was quite loud. This would be a problem. "Starfire-?"
Her hands glowed a dim green, not nearly enough to even leave a slight bruise. "Please, remain quiet friend. And do not remove your hand."
Starfire placed her hands close to Raven's shoulders, but closer to her chest. She sent a shock through Raven. And, as Beast Boy predicted, she sat up and screamed.
Or at least, it would've been, had he not pressed his hand harder over her mouth, making her cough rather then scream. She stopped then, choking on his glove a little bit. He let go.
"Apologies, Raven," Starfire smiled weakly. "I was unsure of what else to do-." She offered her her hand at once, feeling she'd done enough to embarrass Beast Boy for one day.
"No, it's okay Starfire." Raven said, taking her hand and being pulled up. Beast Boy felt relieved there didn't have to be a mention of how he'd been holding her the whole time she'd been out. He got up. When she rolled her neck, Beast Boy couldn't help himself.
"Are you okay?" He asked, feeling like he'd just dug his own grave.
She didn't look at him. Refused to look at him, was more like it. "No, I'm fine, really. . . Thank you, though." She added the last bit only loud enough for him to hear. "What now?"
"That's too cute," Her giggle was quiet, but her face showed worry. "But you know what this means."
"She's close." He nodded. "What do we do? We can't just go out and tell them!"
"Ssh!" Her hand covered his mouth, pointing to the oncoming guards. The fallen girl was picked up and moved, because the Titans had heard them as well. "Listen to what they're saying!"
"They're talking about her, 'Number One'." He hissed the name. "Who names someone after a number?"
After a moment, a shock to wake Raven up, and a muted 'thank you', they heard and saw her.
"Shit," Her eyes narrowed. "Don't help them, we'll do it later, once they've been 'broken'."
"What now?" Raven asked.
"This."
"This." A female voice sneered. They whipped around, shocked. No one had heard anyone approaching. She had her hands behind her back, and they recognized her immediately. "Welcome to my home." Her eyes narrowed, looking at Beast Boy. "You're supposed to be dead."
"Sorry to disappoint," He growled, crouching.
She ignored his hostility, turning back to the rest of them. "What are you doing here?"
"We could ask you the same thing," Robin replied.
"This is where I live, where we are stationed. If you do not leave at once," She paused for a second. "Ah, you did not leave. Too late."
Huge walls of violet filled the room, and they were evaporating. It reminded Raven of something, and her and Beast Boy shared a look. "Oh-."
"-My-."
"-God."
"Wait!" The shrieked at the same time. And for some reason, she did. She looked curious, no one had ever said that before.
"Yes?" She inquired.
"Are you . . .?" Beast Boy began, he couldn't finish.
"Are you Ella?" Raven finished for him, swallowing. Her mind silently chanted, 'Please don't be Ella. Please don't be Ella. Please don't be Ella . . .'
The girl simply stared at them. "Ella," She said, as if tasting the word. Raven's hood fell to her sides. Number One froze.
It seemed like she hadn't moved forever, and then, in too quick of a movement, she ripped her mask off. Their jaws dropped. Damn it!
"HOW DARE YOU CALL ME THAT!" She shrieked. "YOU AND THOSE OTHER FOUR IDIOTS TRYING TO CONVINCE ME I'M SOMEONE I'M NOT! MY MASTER IS THE ONLY ONE WHO EVER CARED FOR ME! WHATEVER SPELL YOU ARE USING TO LOOK LIKE ME, YOU WILL REGRET CASTING! IT IS ALSO A VERY GOOD SPELL . . . THAT'S NOT THE POINT!" She shook her head, shaking it off before continuing her ear-piercing shriek. "ALL OF YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE! I'M NOT ELLA!"
Raven's worst fears were confirmed. As much as she screamed, as much as her eyes glowed, shooting power around them and into her hands, that is exactly what she would've done. The real Ella. And so that meant this was all her fault. She collapsed to the floor.
Ella recanted, calming herself. "Now you understand, it seems."
"This can't be happening," Raven chanted to herself. "This isn't happening!"
"Rae-?" Beast Boy reached a hand out to her. She didn't move, just kept repeating the same thing over and over again. "Raven!"
"You're precious lover is fine," Ella insisted, waving her hand like it was nothing. "You're fake sentiments are very well done, but please spare me the act." She smirked. "Enjoy your cells."
The ground disappeared from beneath them.
Raven woke up eventually to the sound of someone screaming her name and the feeling of two, feminine hands shaking her.
"Friends, maybe if I-!" A high and much to quick voice was saying.
"Star, you've shocked her six times. I think if that would've worked, it would've worked by now." Another voice said as kindly as possible.
"But friends-!"
"Starfire, stop." A very chilly voice said, farther away. It wasn't sympathetic at all, but it wasn't mean either. It was an order. But that wasn't Robin's voice. The person drew in a labored breath. "It's been three hours. Just . . . don't. Please." Their voice cracked on the 'please' bit.
There was a long silence. Then Starfire's voice said, very apologetic. "I am sorry, friend. I have . . . overreacted, yes?"
There was no answer from that voice.
Raven pushed air from her mouth, getting a groan from her body. It was the least she could do to let that chilly voice know she was okay. She imagined such a sad voice slumped on the ground, upset about whatever it was. Maybe her? But nonetheless, she imagined their head snap up, glad at hearing her getting her body back.
She wondered why someone would be so upset over her. Something unnaturally warm touched her cheek, it was also very smooth. She enjoyed that feeling, and felt her head lean into it automatically.
"She's waking up," The voice, less chilly but still hard, informed them. Raven could not remember the names. "Her skin isn't as cold. She's getting her color back, too."
Another voice, Robin's she was sure, sounded mildly shocked. "Hmph."
"What?" The voice demanded.
"Nothing it's just I've . . . never seen you take your gloves off. That's all."
"Oh. Well, I couldn't feel her through it."
"That sounds so wrong." Cyborgs voice. Starfire, Robin, and Cyborg accounted for. So that left-?
"You guys are such perverts," The voice teased. Their secret identity was annoying Raven. No one had said their name yet!
"Yeah, yeah," Cyborg, she imagined, probably was grinning. "Says the guy touching up on the sleeping chick."
"Cyborg!" Robin shrieked.
Starfire interjected with a questioned. "Please, what does this 'touching up on' mean? And why does friend Raven now count in the category of the small farm animal they call the chicken?"
Robin hissed something like, "See? Now look what you've done!"
Raven let out another hiss of air as someone's hand brushed against her head, where something shot pain into her hair. This time the hands were gloved, and they pulled her neck up, moving the pain away.
"She was on a rock," The voice said, as if informing her too. She was grateful. She found her eyes and tried to open them, feeling them quiver and squeeze shut as she did it wrong.
"She is waking up!" Starfire squealed happily. "Friend Raven, are you well?"
"Raven?"
"Yo Raven, you in there?"
". . . Rae?"
The last voice finally reached her cleared, and her eyes stopped quivering. She found out how to reopen them. At first, she had to blink a few times, and her vision was blurry, but the green haze eventually cleared.
Wait, green?
Oh right. That voice. It was-.
"Uh. . ." Raven blinked her eyes a few more times, squinting at the person. "Beast . . . Boy?"
"Rae!"
Ending it. Sorry, and you're welcome. This is the longest chapter I've ever written for anything, so appreciate it. Happy 2010!
And, congratulations for those who guessed Number One=Ella, you are, most likely, one of the few who caught the obvious. More fluff and bitchy in denial Ella along with the strange helper people not to mention Jinx and Kid Flash's dilemma in the next chapter! Later!
Oh, and I couldn't resist that touching up and chick thing from Cyborg and Starfire. It was just way too easy, so sorry if I offended you people, although I probably (and hopefully) more likely made you smile. If you tell me that in reviews, it'll make my day! Yep. Sure will.
Officially now, bye!