And so now we see the reason of the screaming. Although, I think it's pretty obvious why people are screaming.

Anyways, enjoy!

Chapter 3
"Sniffed Out"

The stale and clammy taste of fear filled the air the moment the scream hit. One moment everything was fine and now this? Really?

My head had snapped up at once at the sound and I quickly stashed the charm back inside of my belt. I didn't do it very well, so I just hoped I didn't get hit too hard during this fight, otherwise it might fall out. If that happened, I'd become unbearable to be around for a long time to come.

Right, because I wasn't that way already.

Someone banged on my door, and I opened it with my powers at once. It was Robin.

"I know, I heard," I said, interrupting him. I pointed to the open window, using my powers to shut it. My powers were now completely under control. "Come on, let's-."

"Raven," Robin interrupted, taking his turn at it. He was blocking my way, looking nervous about something. He took a deep breath. "Raven, you're not going."

"What!?" I demanded, shouting. I almost never lost my cool. Then again, Robin never banned me from missions. Somehow he'd become our leader, even though I was the original Teen Titan. It didn't matter to us. He was a good leader. I disagreed with that right now.

"Raven, whoever is out there wants someone like you. You could get hurt! We can't let that happen!" He said desperately, trying to get me to understand.

"I can take care of myself, thank you very much." My eyes narrowed, "And I'm going whether you want me to or not."

"Raven-!"

My emotions become hectic sometime. They're distracting, and now I was mad. Because of my distraction, I made many mistakes that night.

Mistake number one, I transported myself right into the middle of the city. Alone. In the heat of a panic attack. I wasn't thinking straight. I just felt stubborn and anger, anxious to prove myself. Mistake number two, appearing without the Titans alarmed people even further, since I surprised them with my forthcoming. They calmed soon after, but their heightened screams alarmed others who did not see what had happened, and so I unintentionally made things worse. It didn't matter, the rest of them would be here in a minute or two. I just had to calm everyone the hell-.

"HE'S GOT JANE!"

-down. Shit. I knew who Jane was. It was my responsibility to know all the names of people in town, since I had the best memory. And more recently I had memorized all dark haired female girls of age fifteen. Their was only one Jane. Jane Patterson. She was pretty, pale, and had in fact been warned about staying indoors. Either she went outside to see what the commotion was about or she had already been out, but nonetheless, she was paying for it now.

I flew up, towards where the crowd was running away from, finding it quicker then pushing through people. It was dark. The only thing lighting the streets were fire lamps here and their and the light the moon was giving off.

When I finally reached them I froze. A hulking head was watching the man who had shouted at him, and then it dropped her, as if it no longer interested him. Jane fell to the floor, her long hair sprawled out all over the place and covering some chunks of her face. She groaned, but otherwise seemed fine and pushed a slender hand upwards, failing. She slumped to the floor, unconscious. It had a hulking body. I didn't understand. Didn't it try and avoid these situations? What could've changed? I paled, finding the answer.

It was close to whatever it wanted. It was going to kill someone tonight. My eyes narrowed. Not while I was being stupid.

No, that's not actual what I thought. At the time I thought I was being brave and a hero, as I normally was. But I was alone. And I had forgotten that.

My hood had fallen off long ago and now I pulled it back over my head, eyes narrowing. "Hey! Over here!"

The thing ambled a large head towards me, and I wanted to flinch at the sight. Those eyes were not human. They were white, and seemed to reflect anything they looked at. So that explained all the colors the girls had seen. The girls had seen their own eyes, probably. I should look into that later, I noted. If there was a later. My courage changed altogether as it looked at me, and I felt a chill run up my spine. I saw from the corner of my eye Jane stirring from underneath the creature. It looked down, noticing the movement as well. She looked up at him, then looked horrified. It roared in her face, and she threw her arms over her head, pressing herself as close to the floor as possible and screaming. It's roar was not enough to drown out such a high frequency, otherwise I would never have heard it.

"JANE!" Some girl, a blond (thankfully) who looked the same age as the girl shrieked. The boy held her back.

I ran towards it, and it looked up just in time to see my powers send him flying. It was sent flying, but turned, skidding on its feet and running back towards me. I have never been so terrified in my life. I was petrified, unable to move. It stopped in front of me, grunting. I could do nothing but stare at those eyes. As I suspected, they seemed purple, like mine. But you couldn't tell they were purple in the darkness. They seemed black. A dark brown even. It looked angry when I unfocused myself from his non-existent pupils I saw it's face. It was . . . furry? My eyes widened. I knew what it was. We were way off.

"You're a-!" I began, as if to warn the others. Another one of it's roars pushed my hood off, and I lifted my arms, trying to shield myself from the slobbers of spit that came out of its large and gaping mouth. Seeing just in time as it closed, their were many fanged, gloriously white teeth inside his mouth. I gaped, my arms dropping to my sides. I may as well have been powerless at the moment. I was already stupid for coming here at all. It raised a huge paw, gleams of moonlight streaking down the large claws on it's hands. I'm not aware what happened after that.

Jane:

The pain in my head was pounding from being cuffed by the creature. I regretted running outside. But my sister-!

I looked up, some type of deep sort of grunt coming from something above me. I could feel the heat radiating off of the object and I looked up. The creature that had hit me was above me, looking down at me as if in disgust. Bright blue eyes looked back at me.

My mouth began forming quiet words, although my lips hardly moved. "Oh my-."

It screamed in my face, and I used my arms to cover my face, screaming as well. I wanted to disappear. Oh my god, it was going to kill me!

"JANE!" I knew that voice. My sister, Elicia. But I was too terrified to respond.

I heard another grunt as it turned it's head and peaked under my arms to see one of those teenager super heroes, the Teen Titans I think, running towards me. Black magic shot from her hands and knocked the thing away from me. I could not get up though. My legs felt too weak. I slumped back to the floor, pressing myself against it harder as I tried not to get in the way of things. Their was a scraping of dirt against something before I saw it literally just jump ten feet, as if it was nothing. Right over me. I shrank back, wondering where the rest of those teenagers were. I watched the girl stare at it, as horrified as I had been. But it seemed to wait a minute before shouting it her face. She did not step back, to my surprise, and the hood she had been wearing fell off. Her arm shot up and once it was done, it dropped. It cuffed her upside the head, like it did to me, and she fell to the floor like I was.

Strong arms wrapped around my waist as I was hoisted up. My brother, Tristan. He was a few years older then me and we watched in shock as it delicately picked the girl up by the hood and began running off into the forest with her.

"IT'S TAKING HER!" I shouted, struggling against Tristan's hold. She'd saved me, I wanted to do something.

"Jane, there's nothing we can do." Elicia assure me, sadly. And she was right. It was already gone, and the screaming began to die down.

"No," I whimpered, crumpling onto my brother and sobbing as realization hit me. I might owe that girl my life. And she was going to pay for it. That could've been me in the jaws of whatever animal or monster that was.

No sooner had I started sobbing then did the screams die down, and there was protesting as people were shoved aside. There was a crowd around us, apparently. I did not like attention most of the time, but I didn't care at the moment. The protest got louder until their were those teenagers. All of them were dressed funny and then their was that red-head. I envied her, as did most other girls in town. She was so pretty.

"What happened?" The only human, Robin I believe, demanded.

"It tried to take our sister," Elicia explained, her hand on my arm.

I pulled away from Tristan at once, pointing desperately to the place the monster had disappeared from. "Sh-She saved me! You have to go help her. YOU HAVE TO GO HELP HER! HE'S GONNA K-KILL HER!" I was hysterical, and I knew that. Tristan grabbed my arm, trying to calm me and get me to stop yelling at them.

I noticed them all share worried glances within one another, but the boy had his arms on my shoulders, looking at me calmly through the mask. It soothed me some, but I still was choking back sobs.

"It's okay. He's gone now. Who did he take?" He said slowly, but I could tell he was anxious to go after it.

I blinked away the tears, "That girl. One of your kind. R-Raven, I think. She h-had a hood-."

"Thanks," the boy interrupted. "Starfire, Bee, Speedy, come with me." He said, "Everyone else on damage control. Let's go."

And then they disappeared.

Raven:

My eyes blinked a few times, and I groaned. Where was I?

I pushed myself to my hands, my legs flat against the floor. My hip ached from the stretch, but I ignored it, looking around the area I was in. Some dark clearing. Well, not totally dark, I was bathed in moonlight, as if to display and the rest of the forest was black, like a spotlight. Like I was something to look at.

Then I remembered where I was and froze. "Oh god," I squeaked. I had been taken. And I was just something to look at.

After this revelation, I struggled to get to my feet and found I could not. Something about my legs made them shaky, and they were as good to me as water. They weren't stable, I'd just fall over again.

That didn't keep me from trying.

I actually managed to get to my feet, and stood still for a moment before there was a small sound. My head snapped up and at the sudden and unsteady movement, I lost my balance and fell over. My chin hit the floor as did my stomach. I groaned again. A deep voice interrupted my personal stupidity.

"I see you're up."

I could tell he was trying to disguise his voice. But there was no way that voice was female. We had the gender now, at least. That was something. I searched widely in the shadows. My cloak, I then realized, was tattered, as if it had been snagged. I guessed the trip here wasn't exactly pleasant for my clothes. But nothing on my was hurt, that much I noticed.

"Where are you?" I demanded, looking around. "Show yourself!" Then, I froze as my gaze skimmed white. I looked back. Black eyes stared back at me, or maybe that was the shadow. I wasn't sure.

"I'm not hiding from you," He said, still disguising his voice as he stepped out from the bushes. I could see then it was a lithe but muscular figure, and nothing else.

I glared at him. "I beg to differ." I gestured to myself, ignoring my self-conscious feeling as I gestured to my body. My cape had fallen off my pale legs. Despite my efforts in wearing no make-up I was fairly attractive. And I had to keep in shape for hero-ing. Damn. At least my hood had fallen on my head when I'd fallen.

I saw his eyes squint in confusion. "I don't understand."

"You put me in the center of the light so you can see me, and yet you give me the disadvantage while you hide in the shadows," I snapped, angry. "How are you not hiding from me?"

"It's not my fault the moon's rays like you better then me," he replied, almost amused. I gritted my teeth.

"What do you want with me?" I demanded, my eyes still roaming the area. Then I froze, noticing something. The absence of weight on my belt. "No!" I shrieked, beginning to pat myself down.

He looked further confused. "What are you doing?"

I couldn't find it. I couldn't find it. I would kill him! "My charm! It's gone! Where did it-!?"

His eyes looked from me to the area, roaming around as if to help me look for it. His eyes suddenly shifted to a spot to his left and my right, and we both looked. I breathed a sigh of relief but I heard him inhale sharply. I ignored his suddenly rigid form.

There it was. The little green and silver charm lying just outside the border of the shadow's rim.

"Oh, it must have fallen off when I tripped." I said to myself, more to him. But I suddenly saw him speed-walking towards it, at a hurried pace. "What are you doing?" I demanded.

He ignored me, looking at the object carefully and squatting in front of it. Quicker then should have been possible, he'd snatched it, and I was unable to see what his hand had looked like for the moment it wasn't hiding. He stared at it, flipping it back and forth before scrutinizing it and repeating it so many times I stopped counting.

"Where did you get this!?" He hissed suddenly, and I flinched. He noticed and stopped, "My apologies, I haven't had contact with people in a while." He stood, and taking a step back so he remained hidden, he held his hand out, and the almost glowing charm looking back at me. "Please, where did you get this?"

He sounded like Starfire for that minute, but I shook it off. Why did he care about my charm? "Uh, it's mine. A friend gave it to me."

"A special friend?" He pressed, retracting his hand and taking further examination of it. "Was it a boy?"

"Y-Yes . . . why do you care?" I stuttered, unable to sound as forceful as I wanted to.

He did not look up. "Do you know what this is?" He took the chain and dangled it. My eyes widened. He was going to break it.

"Be careful with that! And yes, I do, someone from the place I got it at told me. Some chief of some sort. Now give it back!" I snapped, getting angry.

"Chief? What chief?" He asked, his eyes suddenly curious and needy.

I didn't care. He wasn't answering any of my questions. And I wasn't helpless, I remembered. "Azarath," I began, and his eyes widened further. "Metrion-."

"Zinthos."

I stopped dead, my hand and jaw both dropping. "How did you-?"

"Zinthos, is that not the final word to your spell?" He said suddenly hurriedly.

"Y-Yeah but-."

"You used black magic on me," He gasped suddenly, staring at something that wasn't there. Then he looked at me, as if I was changing shape and blinked a few times, his head shaking as whatever image he'd seen turned back to me. He once again thrust the charm out, "Why did you hang onto this!?"

"BECAUSE-!" I stopped, calming myself. "Because, it's important to me. It's all I have left of him-."

"Of who? Of Beast Boy?" He said, then slapped his hand over his mouth. But it was too late, the damage was done.

He knew Beast Boy.

My eyes narrowed and I growled, using my powers to lift me to my feet as I should have done earlier. I made a rock come to me, so I could sit on it. "How do you know him? Did you hurt him!?" I shrieked, suddenly enraged. If he'd laid one finger on him-!

"Why do you care?" He sounded so pitiful I was taken aback. But I was too gone to feel sorry for him. I was too focused on me.

"What do you mean what do I care!? He . . . He," I felt tears form in my eyes and got an idea. I picked one of me cheek and held it out to him. "He taught me what these were, and how to forgive people because we were different. And I taught him w-what pretty was. He's the only one to have ever really understood me. What have you done with him!?" I shouted the last part. I needed to know. There was no way I was going without an answer.

The boy just stared at me before stepping forward. I thought he was going to attack me so my hands lit up black, my eyes a furious white. Then, through my anger, I saw the figure walking towards me and everything about me dropped. My anger, my hands, my face, everything. I was completely numb at the moment.

"He's turned into a monster," he breathed, crying. His voice was cracked and I could tell he was no longer trying to hide himself.

I eventually managed to get up and began walking towards the crying figure. I tripped and suddenly he was in front of me, his hands on my arms to keep me steady. I was extremely close to his chest and looked up, shocked. Partially because no one should move that fast and the rest . . . because of who he was.

"I'm so sorry," he said, his tears still coming and I saw no sign of them stopping anytime soon.

I continued staring. "For what?" I asked, in a hushed tone.

He looked to the side. "You've been waiting for someone that doesn't even know who he is anymore."

"No," I assured him. Then, in one happy movement, I flung my arms around him, crying too. But I was happy.

"Beast Boy," I cried into his shoulder. "You're really here."

He said nothing for a moment. Then I heard him sniffing. I didn't realized till later he was sniffing me. I felt one of his hands press against my back and the other began stroking my hair. I heard the sad smile in his voice, "Now I am."

AW, now you gotta wait. Haha, glad you're liking it.