AN: Once again it's a little short but everythings been a little slow here. Hope everyone enjoys and thank you for reading.

Alienvspredator5- Jake may want out but I don't think he'll like how he gets out. You'll see what I mean. And as for Blood, I like to think of him as sort of a father figure and leader for the Hive but at the same time someone to be feared by both his enemys and subordinates.

Whisper Dark Rose- It is a nice genre and to often under appreciated. I speak very very little german and as for Spanish, well. I can survive in Spain but I'm not fluent by any means. I appreciate long reviews so by all means type away to your hearts content. Also Evanescence is a dammed awsome band. Favorite sone would have to be Lies. It may have been cruel to execute them but as I explained to alienvspredator5 I have sort of a different image of Brother Blood.

"So all your emotions are manifested as versions of yourself in a mental realm?" Jake asked trying to clarify what Raven had just explained. They were discussing Cy and BB's little excursion in her mind, and so far the prospect of people living inside her head has been confusing the hell out of him.

Raven nodded, "That's about it, I had to be able to control my emotions and the easiest way was to isolate them in my mind and bind them to their respective versions of me."

"And this Rage, she is the embodiment of your demonic heritage?" He asked thinking he had this figured out.

"Not exactly, Rage is…was just the closest to my demonic side. Used to be she was just another emotion, albeit an angry one." She paused, lost in thought trying to put thoughts into words. "Seeing as I am half demon all my emotions have some of those traits. If my demonic counterpart ever came out in full force all would be effected the same way." She tried to explain.

But how could she really get the point across? All anyone knew of Rage is what she became. Corrupted by her father's influence she is now the conduit her demon uses to take control. But deep down there is still a remnant of the original hot tempered emotion. Within the embodiment of the demon she fights, non-stop to regain control. She is fighting a battle she could never hope to win and faces the enraged torment of a pissed off demon because in the end that's what Raven would have done. She was loyal to her mistress through and through, almost more so than her green cloaked sister, Courage.

That more than anything got to her. Rage was a part of her, fighting an enemy Raven could never hope to defeat alone. No matter what she did Raven couldn't help her.

Jake watched as she was lost in thought, and he felt for her. Part of her was dying, slowly but shurly one of the beings that made up the Raven he knew was being killed. The worst part was he was just as helpless as her in the situation, even had he been out of the virtual hell he'd still be of little use. "Raven," he called unsure of what exactly he'd say. He didn't have to think about it for long.

As she looked back up he was looking away. In the distance, something was off where there should have been nothing but void there was now a light. "Jake? What's happening?" When he didn't respond she raised her voice slightly. "Jake."

His head snapped back to Raven, eyes filled with a mixture of fear and confusion. "Raven, somethings wrong." He looked back at the disturbance. What was once just a dim glow on the horizon had grew to a blinding aurora. Like a wave it rushed forward faster than the mind could process, and with no intention of stopping.

Jake covered his eyes, trying to block out the. It engulfed him in a torrent of burning energy. When it made contact it felt as if he were being set ablaze. Every nerve ending in his body cried out, relaying the worst pain Jake had ever experienced in his short life. He collapsed to his knees and fought to remain conscious. When the pain ended, he opened his eyes and was greeted by floodlights illuminating a two foot circular area witch he now stood in.

From Raven's perspective Jake simply disappeared. She was just getting a hold on her emotions when he called her name and then… She didn't know what happened. A flash of light and then he was no more. His last words still rang in her ears "Raven? Somethings wrong"

Faster than any being had the right to move she was at Cyborgs door. Not even bothering knocking she phased straight through. "Cyborg?" She called upon entering.

Cyborg jumped from his computer after Raven yelled for him. Scared half to death as he turned and when he saw what state Raven was in he was even more scared. "Rae? Whats… Whats wrong?" He asked after composing himself.

"Its Jake, he's…gone. One moment we're there talking and then…" She left the sentence hanging mainly because she herself knew not how to explain it.

Cyborg was genuinely confused at that statement. "What do you mean gone. He's stuck in virtual reality in our computer. He couldn't go anywhere if he tried." He explained both to himself and her.

Raven looked to be on the verge of tears, and the fact half his room just took flight encased in black energy confirmed just how upset she was. "Cyborg, he's gone. I dont know how, but…he's gone."

"Alright, I'll take a look." He said as he walked up to her. Motioning toward the door he spoke, "Come on, lets go see whats up."

Jake stood from his kneeling position, trying to block out some of the harsh floodlights with his hand. "Who's there?" He asked the ghostly silhouettes moving around the poorly lit room. Everyone running about performing various veiled tasks. One stepped forward into the light. His eyes could only make out an outline of the figure before him, that was until the unnamed figure spoke.

In a voice that haunted memories and nightmares, a voice that stirred hatred that not even hell hath laid eyes upon he spoke, "Lieutenant."

Jake made a move to attack, but it felt as if there were weights attached to each of his limbs. The little movement he managed only brought laughter from the elder man. "Honestly, you'd think you'd have learned by now."

Movement behind Jake caught his attention. Failing to move let alone evade the blow he received a blunt object, presumably a rifle butt, to the back of the head. He dropped to the ground as consciousness faded. The last thing he saw was the ever present sadistic grin spread on Blood's face.

Blood turned to the lab techs, "Sedate him and set him up in a holding cell." Now time was against him, the Titans would have little trouble tracing them back to the cell's location and they still had to indoctrinate Jake. If all went to plan the would have a sleeper agent in the Titans by the end of the week. But as Blood knew for lessons hard learned, things rarely went to plan when that group of teens were involved.

AN: Told you before, i think, I'm an evil bastard. Let me know what you thought in your review.