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Seth's P.O.V.

As I stared at the pure black door a shiver went through my head. I wasn't supposed to be there and I knew that I wasn't supposed to be there and yet, there I was. I was in the place where Raven had raised her daughter and lived with her husband, a place that represented their happiness, and my loss. I could hear the laughter echoing through the walls and ultimately out the door to where I was standing. I had to do something now that would maybe make me sick to my stomach, I had to get close to her.

Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer. That was the first rule that I learned upon entering Quadgon's realm, and the first rule that I decided to pursue. Raven wouldn't even know what hit her and if she won't know than how can the idiot or their spawn know? My plan was safe, no would could figure it out, but I didn't anticipate her.

Rebecca's P.O.V.

"Rebecca! Can you get the door please! Your mother is busy and I have my hands full!"

Uh. These stupid dinner parties never end. I know that my parents hate them as well, but the Justice League wants to 'discretely' keep an eye on them so my parents can't oppose to the constant guests. Even if they won't tell me why I still understand in my own way.

I ran down the stairs from my room where I was sent for the evening. I am now 18 but I am still sent to my room like a child when guests from the Justice League come over. I took the long silver chain from the latch and opened the door. The guy that stood before me reeked bad news and pompousness. I guess that he was good looking in his own way but more of the tall dark stalker sort of way, not something that I was attracted to.

"Can I help you?"

His eyes widened and they moved up and down like he was analyzing me and seeing how much of a threat I was. He was starting to tick me off. "Look buddy. I don't appreciate being looked at like a science experiment and not being answered. You came to this house, so you must have a reason. Please state your reason or I will be forced to call 911, okay?"

His eyes widened even more I could tell that he wasn't used to be talked back to. Great this was my luck day, a sexist idiot is outside of my door, and to top things off he still hadn't answered.

Before I could tell him off again my dad came to the door. "Rebecca that is rude of you! I am sorry about that. Rebecca please go help your mom in the kitchen." Grumbling I took off to save whatever I could from the smell of smoke that was already coming from the kitchen door. My mom was many things but she was not a good cook.

Seth's P.O.V.

Never in all my life would I expect such a weakling, a woman no less to treat me with such disrespect! I was fuming on the inside as I watched her walk away with her dark purple curls following close behind. I turned back to her father who gave me an apologetic look.

"Sorry about that again. Can I help you? I am sorry I know that we have met but I just can't seem to remember your name."

"My name is Seth. I have come looking for a Rachel Roth? She used to visit me when I was a small boy in prison, I was hoping that I could speak to her."

His green eyes widened and he ran his hand through his receding hair line. He looked back down the hall where his daughter had just disappeared moments earlier. There seemed to be some sort on internal debate going through his mind. I knew that the Justice League was here, in fact I was curious to see what exactly he and his wife would do with the situation.

"Is there a problem? Does Rachel Roth still live here?" I made sure that my tone of voice poured out respect while being firm and clear of emotion.

"Dude it's not that it's just...uh. I will explain it later but could you possibly like...hide upstairs for awhile? Your former jail keepers are kinda currently eating dinner at my dinning room table." I nodded. "Okay, that's good. I will send Rebecca up there in a while to entertain you, first door to the left."

I nodded again and went up the dark blue stairs. When I opened the door some sort of living room looked back at me. There was a sofa facing a small T.V. in the corner, complete with video game shelves up the wazoo. In the other corner was a small desk and some yoga mats. The rest of the room was occupied with built in shelves of scrolls and creepy trinkets. No furniture or lighting was on that side of the room save for the hundreds of unlit candles.

Someone cleared their throat behind me. "Are you done observing the room yet? Do you always stare a room down before entering it? Because that could get annoying. Sorry about that earlier you were just kinda ticking me off but I get to mad easily and forgot to introduce myself. I'm Rebecca."

She held out a small pale hand for me to shake. I shook my head and turned back to the direction of the room. "Introductions are unnecessary, we have already met."

"I know who you are but considering that we haven't really seen each other since I was like two I think that new introductions are in order. So again I repeat, I'm Rebecca. What's your name?"

I ignored the offending limb that had risen again for me to shake and looked her instead in the eye. "I'm Seth but you don't really want to get to close to me."

She sighed and closed the door behind her. "Well I am supposed to entertain you so what exactly do you want to do? There is Mega Monkey's 4, cards, about a thousand movies and video games, and like every creepy book there is. So what do you want to do?" Again I ignored her and sat on the couch, content on us sitting in silence. "Well alright then." She sat down across from me on the floor and started reading some romance novel. For a few seconds I allowed my self to observe her clear blue eyes scan the pages before turning back to the wall. She made me feel something that I wasn't prepared to feel.