HELLO!!! Warning: you will hate me at the end of this chapter (if you like this story) so that is your warning. Now Enjoy (and don't kill me....please?)

Chapter Five

The Titans returned to the tower after an extensive search. Cyborg had managed to find a tape of a camera watching the street where the car passed. Beast Boy said he recognized the car, but the Titans recognized Beast Boy trailing behind the car. Cyborg tried to follow the car's path with whatever camera's in the city managed to catch it, but there wasn't much and the trail went cold.

Beast Boy had been able to track Raven's scent, but unfortunately there was too much contamination in the air (hotdog's, sewer, ect…) that and it was a somewhat windy day. Starfire scanned the roads from the sky, but couldn't differentiate the cars. All they really had was the direction the car went, and even that was iffy. They could have been heading for their destination, or dragging them around town until they could lose the Titans and then return to their destination, but they didn't have much else to go on.

They didn't know who had taken her, why, or how. All they knew was that they had to try.

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Raven woke up in a dark room. An apartment, a bad one. There was a small bed shoved against a wall and a door that led to the bathroom, a little closet and a small table with a bible on it. She went to the door, but it was locked. She tried to pound it down, but it seemed to be the only well made thing in the place. She next turned to the window. It was nailed shut. She banged on the window hopelessly. She rested her fist on the cool glass and gazed outside. She didn't recognize it.

Hoping against hope, Raven check for her communicator. Surprisingly it was still there. She opened it and tried desperately to contact her friends. Raven nearly burst with frustration when she found it wouldn't work. It may have been broken when she had been knocked out or it could have run out of batteries, or… well lots of stuff could have caused it to not work.

Raven looked around the apartment, looking for anything that could pick the lock, break down doors, anything. Finding nothing she moved into the Bathroom. There was little more than dust and toothpaste globs. A small bathtub that was brown with dirt lay against the far wall and a small sink sat next to it. There was no mirror.

Raven leaned her weight on the sink, thinking of something. She concluded that her only option was to knock down the door in any way possible, or at least get someone's attention.

The door opened and slammed shut. Raven quickly left the bathroom to try and escape, but was confronted with a man holding a shotgun. She recognized him. He was the priest, Brother Curry.

"Where'd you get the gun?" Raven asked.

"It was my fathers, I've only kept it as a keepsake, now I see I may have use for it. Don't worry, it's perfectly functional after all these years."

"Where's Vishnu?" Raven asked. She was the last person she had seen. She had no idea where Brother Curry came into all this, or why he had a gun.

Brother Curry gave her a confused look and then realized who she was talking about. He had never learned his name, but knew who she was referring to now. "He's not here." Brother Curry simply answered.

"Where is he?" Raven pushed.

"That's not important." He snapped at her.

Raven backed off.

After a minute of silence, "So…. Why'd you kidnap me?" Raven asked casually.

"You're a demon," Brother Curry replied, his eyes glaring intensely.

"Half-demon." Raven replied, slightly angered.

"Whatever. You are still a danger to this world. I must destroy you in order to protect everyone from you." The priest explained.

Raven's brow furrowed. "I'm trying to help people."

"You didn't help that young lady." Brother curry reminded her.

"That only happened because I was trying to help you. It was an accident."

"That's what you want people to believe, but I see through your scheme. You wanted to stop the pure and the good, like that girl. The only thing I don't understand is why you didn't try to kill me. No matter, turn around."

"I wasn't-"

"Turn around." He said seriously.

Raven slowly turned around. She felt the barrel of the gun press against her back, just between her shoulder blades.

The priest leaned next to her ear and whispered, barely audible. "I would start begging for forgiveness. Who knows how much you have to be forgiven for."

He he... please don't kill me. you need me to finish this story... right? guys? Your kinda making me nervous with those looks... *glup*