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Chapter 2: Discoveries

A week

That was how long it had been since the mysterious teen had been last seen.

Seven days

That was how long the worry had been in their hearts.

One-hundred and sixty-eight hours

That was how long since they had last smiled.

Ten-thousand and eighty minutes

That was how long since anyone had been in the tower.

Six-hundred-thousand and eight-hundred seconds

That was how long they've been searching the sea and forest of the cliffs.

Zero

That was how many clues they had found.

"Go home. I'll keep looking. But Jump City still needs its heroes."

After night had fallen on the seventh day, Aqualad had finally convinced them. The remaining four original Titans had called him in after the first day had passed, knowing that he would be of great help with his powers over the sea and all its inhibitors. But even with his help, they had found nothing. All they had was Raven's cloak spattered with blood.

And as the four teens crowded the main room, a heavy silence filled the room. The cloak before them on the table, all eight fixed silently on it. Cyborg was the first to finally speak.

"She could still be alive, there's not enough blood on it for her to be dead."

"But then where could she be? It's been a week and we still haven't even gotten a possible sighting." Robin stated, continuing Cyborg's list of what they had.

"She can fly, right? So there's no way that she just fell in." Beastboy pointed out.

"Which means that she jumped or was attacked." Robin continued the thought, speaking the unspoken fear. Silence followed the statement.

Bright lights shown through the dark as she opened her eyes, cringing at the harsh light that shone down.

'Where am I?'

…was the thought that passed while sitting up slowly and looking around. Eyes landed on a woman in the chair. Her head was down as she was slouched over in the seat, fast asleep. Her deep black hair was waved as it draped down from her scalp to just below her shoulders. While her eyes couldn't be seen, dark circles were clearly visible under her eyes, making it clear that the rest she was getting now was well needed.

Her sight pulled away as curiosity lead the gaze around the small room. It was a simple room, white walls and ceiling with a fake looking marblely tile. The room was sterile and impersonal, making itself clear that it must not have been a bed room. The only thing that really caught her eye was the window on the opposite wall. The curtains were drawn back to reveal the rising sun. Its beautiful golden rays shown through and bathed the room in light.

But her attention was again pulled when she noticed two doors on either side of her. One closed, the other open revealing a rather small bathroom. She slowly swung her legs out of the bed that she was in, trying not to wake the sleeping woman beside her. But the movement brought attention to another thing she hadn't noticed before. The white gown only reached up to her knees and reveled the bandages that lead up from heel to thigh. And the pain that movement brought her torso lead to believe there were more that wrapped around her chest and stomach.

The memory of how it happened didn't come up, so, using the IV stand that lead to a needle in her left hand to help her stand, the teen forced herself to her feet. Legs felt week and reluctant to move, the bandages didn't help the movements either. Being as quiet as possible as to still not disturb the tired woman, she hobbled her way to the bathroom, the stand being the only reason she made it.

At the door, she reached out a hand- noticing that it, too, was bandaged from palm to elbow- and gripped the counter which held the sink. The other released the metal bar of the IV stand and joined its pair aiding the barely standing girl. Not even having a chance to look around at the closet-turned-bathroom, her attention was caught by something else; the mirror above the sink and the stranger staring back at her.

"Who am I?"

Why was I able to post two chapters in two days? Simple, I had them written before I put up the first chaper. I just had to type them up. And I had a day off work. So don't get used to this. Once everything starts to really get going, it'll take longer for me.