(Thanks for the reviews everyone, they have helped drive this story further to its completion. I hate endings, but every story has one. I haven't written it yet and any opinions you have on the story could help morph what the end will look like. Don't get me wrong, I have my own ideas, but you never know what could sound better. I'm still editing the next 5 chapters, but they will be coming, so the ending is still far off. Sorry this chapter is short, the next will be longer. As always, I hope you enjoy the story as it moves along! ~RavensMind~)

Chapter 7: Awaken...

Groaning, and feeling searing pain across his body, Beast Boy rose from the floor. It seemed like he had blacked out. Yet, the images of what he had done in the past few hours were clear as day. He had gone through with it... But he didn't feel...like he did it... He had attacked Raven. One of his friends... He felt terrible about it, he didn't think he would do it... but apparently he had. And the act had its consequences.

Looking down, Beast Boy saw that his uniform was almost torn to shreds, and he was bleeding from five open wounds across his chest. Raven was stronger than him with her powers, he knew that from various sparring matches with her, but he didn't think she could cause that much damage that quickly. Groaning again, he put his hand to his temple.

His head felt like it could split open in the next few seconds. Across his waist, he felt a different style of belt, one he had only worn three times. It was missing a metal link. Probably from the fight... Checking the time, he saw it was nearly 3:00 a.m. He had to get to the infirmary, patch himself up, and get back to his room without the others seeing him. Horsefly, he thought, I'll just change into a bug and they won't think anything of it... Changing into the insect, he flew through the vent shaft from his room and navigated out into the hallway. Flying quickly, he made it to the infirmary without seeing any of his teammates.

Beast Boy flew into the infirmary through the vents and saw that the stitches already out, and several drops of blood were on the floor leading to the table. Apparently he had done some harm to Raven. Changing back, he sat down and grabbed the needle, stitches, and some bandages. He stitched as fast as he could, trying to get out of there before someone could find him.

"You got her, why did you do it?" Beast Boy's voice echoed in his head.

"I didn't do it." he said back to it in his mind.

"No? I guess someone just decided to drop some blood and leave stitches here, and you just slept funny...Come on, dude...You. Did. It."

"I did it. But it wasn't me..."

"That makes sense..."

"Shut up."

"Fine..."

"I-I.. felt what I was doing...But I couldn't control any of it."

"Why would you do it?"

"You talked me into it, and I didn't do it...not exactly...I don't know."

"But I'm not a real person, I'm you. You talked to yourself. You're doing it now, too."

"I did, didn't I? I am doing it... What's wrong with me?"

"Beats me, dude."

Finishing up with the stitches, Beast Boy put some bandages across his wounds and got up. He changed back into the horsefly and flew back to his room through the vents. When he got to his room, he took off the belt and tossed it on the dresser and threw his torn clothes into the back of his closet. Pulling a new uniform out with his usual belt, he put it on and crossed the room to his bed.

Laying down, he tried to sleep, but too much was going through his head, and his body ached. He was going to hide everything from the others, never tell, and act as normal as possible for as long as he could. Somehow he knew that they would figure it out, predicting what their reaction would be when they did was difficult.

For what seemed like hours, Beast Boy heard the voice he identified as his conscience quarrel with himself. Thoughts no longer flowed through his mind; instead they seemed to form two lines opposite each other, ready to fight. If he gave the current situation any more thought, he figured his mind was descending into war.

Nothing like this had happened to him before, he feared where it would lead, but not as much as he feared how the others would react if they ever learned what he had done.

(Chapter 8 will be up next week! ~RavensMind~)