Alright...here's part two...
There's one last part I guess. And...this chapter was hard for me to write.
So...don't hate me.
Beast Boy had been in the middle of a fight when he heard a small cry of distress. Recognizing that voice anywhere, he ran towards his right; he turned into a bull and burst through the wall.
"Raven!" he said, his eyes darting around the room.
"Ah, so glad you could join us," Malchior said, grinning. He had Raven pinned to the wall, his hand enclosed around her throat. From the looks, they had been in a brief brawl, their robes singed and ripped. He looked down in Raven's direction. "Garfield, is it?"
Beast Boy growled and Raven's teeth gritted, gasping for breath.
"Let. Her. Go." Each word came out in a snarl, his mouth pulling back to reveal his teeth.
"Or else what? Huh? What're you gonna do? I've been prepared, boy. There's nothing that you can do to me now," Malchior shot back.
"BB, don't," Raven gasped. "He's doing this on purpose. Don't fall for it!"
Beast Boy's gaze met hers in rising boiling anger and confusion.
"He's doing this to slow us down, distracting us from finding Slade!"
"Where is he then?" Beast Boy demanded, glaring at Malchior. "Where's your O' Faithful Leader?" He put up air quotations.
"You'd like to know that, wouldn't you?" Malchior smiled. "Too bad you'll never find out."
And with that, he flung Raven across the room. Raven's body slammed into the wall, and she fell face-first on the floor, groaning in pain. In weak attempts, she tried to get up, only managing to get to her knees.
Malchior approached her, raising a silver pole.
"Look at that," Malchior said with a shake of his head. "Your little boyfriend is too shocked to move and try to stop me. Well guess what? No one can stop me now..."
Raven rose her arm. "Azarath...Metrion-ah!" She gasped as his foot crushed her wrist to the floor, her vision blurring slightly from upcoming tear flow.
"Goodbye, Raven." Malchior smiled.
And the pole swung down.
A loud growl was heard then, shaking the walls with its strong sound waves; at the same time, The Beast slammed into Malchior, knocking him to the ground before he could even touch his mate. His hairy body formed a cage around the sorcerer, his claws digging into Malchior's wrists to the floor, keeping him prisoner there. And just so Malchior won't try anything, three long scars shot across his chest by The Beast, making the white-head yell in pain.
At the same time, Nightwing, Starfire, Blackfire, Red X, Cyborg, Bumblebee, Terra, Aqualad, Speedy, and Mas y Menos burst in the room, weapons out and ready. But they had stopped short at what they were seeing.
Beast Boy phased back, his claws and teeth still present.
"I'm not gonna kill you, no matter how much I want to," Beast Boy hissed through his fangs, the bloodlust raging inside him. He kept Raven's scent to the front of his mind to overpower that to stay in control of himself. This was a challenge. "That's not gonna make me a man, only a monster like you."
Malchior was silent.
"Now you're gonna tell me where Slade is, or I won't hesitate to rip your throat out," Beast Boy threatened darkly, taking Malchior by his ripped shirt, pulling him up a little.
Malchior observed his surroundings, seeing Raven frozen in shock from where she lay, the determined look on the others' faces as if they would love nothing better than to help Beast Boy in his threat, and the changeling's deathly stare.
Malchior sighed. "He's around here, center base. If your little girlfriend is as good as she says she is, then she can sense him."
Beast Boy nodded, releasing him and got to his feet; as he turned around, Malchior roared and managed in an attempt to get up and swing at him. The changeling turned around, and with a poker face, he blocked Malchior's attack, punching him dead in the jaw. Malchior fell to the floor, his vision blurring as his consciousness began to fade.
"And one more thing." Beast Boy bent down, teeth gritted. "The next time you wanna mess with my 'little girlfriend', you have to go through me."
"Have it your way..." Malchior breathed, and his eyes fluttered shut.
Beast Boy got back to his feet, turning around and faced Raven. He walked over to her, his dangerous demeanor gone, replaced with a much softer look on his face.
"Are you alright?" He asked her, bending down to help her get to her feet.
"I'm fine," Raven said, gazing at him in wonder and disbelief. She reached forward, cupping his cheek with her hand and caressed it. God, he could be so stupid and reckless sometimes. Malchior could've killed him! Yet, if it hadn't been for Beast Boy, she'd probably be dead...
He leaned into her touch, and was surprised and satisfied when she flung herself into his arms, embracing him tight; her arms wrapped around his neck, her fingers running through his hair. He returned her embrace, careful not to hug her too tight.
"Friends! Are you all the okay?" Starfire asked from where she stood.
"Lucky we all heard ya, BB," said Cyborg.
Beast Boy loosened his grip on Raven, and her hands slid down to his chest, their foreheads touching. Then they looked at each other with drooped eyelids before releasing each other completely.
"We're fine," Raven said, looking at Starfire, and she nodded. The empath exchanged glances with Nightwing, and they both nodded at each other. "Let's go."
"Looks like they finally found me..." the masked villain said with a smile, observing all the cameras on the screen before him. Johnny, Malchior, and Cheshire were knocked out, but Kitten was nowhere to be found. He liked this apprentice of his. She was more sneaky.
Another security screen showed the Titans running through the halls, getting closer to where he was.
"And now it's time to use my secret weapon..." he continued, gesturing towards the side. "My sweet, sweet, Rose."
The young girl looked up from where she stood. She had long silver white hair, blue eyes, and a slim, adolescent figure. She wore a suit too; it was light blue along her shoulder blades, upper chest, stomach, and fingers. There were silver shoulder plates; black arm plates, chest plate, and the leggings of her suit matched with the same color. Her weapon belt was silver, and there were occasional silver buckles and slots. On her back was a dual sword holster, withholding two katanas.
"Yes, father?" she said.
"The Titans are coming. Get ready."
Rose nodded, putting on her mask, which also resembled her fathers except it had ribbons hanging off the end. She disappeared in the shadows.
The door burst open, the Titans bounding in the room in their fighting stances.
"Slade," Nightwing hissed.
The villain turned around, smirking behind his mask. His suit was different, having many more upgrades with more blue and bronze colors. "Call me Deathstroke."
To everyone's shock, Beast Boy burst out laughing.
"Hahahah! D-D-Deathstroke?!" he guffawed, and Raven face-palmed herself. "Seriously, dude? Out of all the names you could think of? Even Nightwing sounds better than that!" Nightwing arched an eyebrow at that part. "That sounds like a blowjob! Haha!" He wiggled his fingers in an up and down motion, saying in a dramatic tone, "The deathstroke...Ha!"
Terra snickered, unable to help herself, and Raven gave Beast Boy a look to shut him up.
Deathstroke ignored his childish comment.
"I stand corrected, Nightwing," Deathstroke said, his eyes on him-as usual. "I thought it was just going to be the six of us...but I see you brought friends..." Then his eyes observed each and every Titans East member. He suddenly grinned. "Terra. It's good to see you again, my dear."
Terra stood her ground this time, although her heart was hammering, and Aqualad wasn't liking the way Deathstroke was looking at her.
"Sorry, but I'm not too happy to see you," she said. "What were you expecting? A family reunion?"
"You know you'll always be my family. I practically raised you like one of my own. I taught you control. I taught you everything you know. How could you possibly think that the Titans fully trust you?" Deathstroke questioned, pacing just a little. "Don't you know where your loyalty lies? Come now, and I won't hurt you."
"Bullshit," Terra spat. "I was a complete idiot to trust you back then. I only trusted you because you were the only adult around, and I was a naive teenager who was up for anything. You didn't hurt me, you caused me hell."
"Oh, don't be like that. The world is a dangerous place. I was only trying to protect you..."
"That's bullshit too," Beast Boy added to Terra, who nodded in agreement with pursed lips.
"You have a funny way of trying to protect people," Nightwing said. "Terra's with us now. You can't change her mind. You can't control her anymore. That's over."
"Is it, Nightwing? Is it really?"
"Yes, really!"
"Watch your tone. Is that such a way to talk to your mentor?"
"You were never my mentor. And don't try to say you were acting like a fatherly figure to me. You never were."
"Yet we are so much alike. That's something you can't deny."
Nightwing felt Starfire's eyes on him when Deathstroke said that.
"At least I have people who love me, unlike you," Nightwing countered.
"Oh snap," Speedy muttered, snapping his fingers.
"That's where you are wrong, Nightwing," Deathstroke said, turning slightly. "Ravager?"
Rose emerged from the shadows, swords drawn. She saw all the Titans standing there, pausing slightly before continuing on. They looked so intimidating…and united.
"Yes, father?" she said.
"Father?" Nightwing and Starfire said in unison.
"Father?" Beast Boy and Raven repeated.
"'The hell?" Cyborg said.
"I'm sorry, where are my manners?" Deathstroke said, placing a hand on Rose's shoulder. "Titans, I would like you to meet my daughter, Ravager. She's been training months for this moment."
Terra studied Rose's body language hard, knowing that all too familiar. So small looking, fragile, and trying to put on a brave face. It was like looking into a mirror to the past.
Rose didn't want this.
"You're bringing a little girl into this?" Nightwing was outraged. Damian was one thing-he was a hero, ready to protect the world. A little Slade running around could be a total monster when she grows up.
"She knows more than you give her credit for," Deathstroke continued simply as if Nightwing hadn't spoken. "She's been spying on all of you, seeing your strengths and weaknesses. Like I, she knows all." He pushed Rose forward. "And I think it's better if she showed you."
Rose gulped, getting into a fighting stance, observing her opponents. She didn't know that there would be this many! She was expecting Titans West. She didn't know a thing about Titans East.
"Ravager? If...that's what you are called..." Starfire said gently. "You don't have to do this. You don't have to follow in your father's footsteps. You can live a better life!"
"Don't listen to her, she knows nothing," Deathstroke murmured to Rose.
Starfire heard him, and she wasn't the only one.
"Your brother, Jericho, is out there, fighting your father's robots and helping those who are in need," Starfire continued, almost pleading. "You can stop now. You can go. You can go out in the city and find him!"
Rose's eyes widened. Jericho? He's out there? But I thought he was...?
Rose turned her head back to Deathstroke. "I thought you said Jericho was dead?"
Deathstroke didn't answer that.
"He's not dead," Raven said.
"He's alive and well, and he's kicking ass with our other friends right this instant," Terra added.
"Your so-called father has been lying to you this whole time," Nightwing said, and then he got an idea. The plan. He pulled out his communicator and showed it to Rose. "See this? This is my communicator. Your brother is only a call away."
The rest of the Titans had a feeling what their leader was up to, already in on it.
Rose straightened out of her fighting stance.
"Ravager, what are you doing? Attack!" Deathstroke commanded.
Jumping at her father's tone, she inched closer to the Titans, swords raised. She had to do this. She had to fight them. The Titans were her enemies. She was supposed to hate them. She was raised to despise them. Be trained and destroy them all when the time is right and-
"We can take you to him," Nightwing promised. "We won't hurt you. None of us will."
Rose paused at her actions.
"Quiet!" Deathstroke snapped at him, and Nightwing ignored him. "Ravager, attack! Now!"
"Come please!" said Starfire, extending her hand.
Rose looked around herself, conflicted as her father and the raven-haired male started talking to her at once. Who was she to trust? Her own father, or her so-called sworn enemies-the people who she had never met, but they were promising her that they would take her to her brother? The one that was supposed to be dead like Grant...?
Cyborg, Bumblebee, and Cyborg lowered their weapons, putting them away to show her that they meant no harm to her if she came with them.
"RAVAGER!" Deathstroke had lost his patience, leaning forward as if to snatch her away.
"You don't have to live like this..." Nightwing said softly to her.
Rose's head spun, feeling a little light-headed and overwhelmed, tears welled up in her eyes. She had to make a choice. Who's side was she on? Who should she trust?
With a sniff and a grunt, she leapt over the Titans, landing on all fours, and she ran as fast as she could out of the room.
The Titans looked back at Deathstroke, all retreating backwards slowly as Deathstroke started to move.
And he started running towards them.
"RRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAHHHH!"
"RUUUUUUUN!" Beast Boy yelled, and the Titans ran out of there.
As they all ran, Nightwing called Jericho. He answered quickly.
"We're on our way!" he said, and Jericho nodded before cutting the transmission.
Starfire, Raven, Bumblebee, and Blackfire started flying, looking over their shoulders as Deathstroke tore after them; Starfire and Blackfire shot their bolts at him to slow him down, and it worked.
Red X ended up leading the way, knowing the quickest way to get out. Eventually, they burst out into the night and ran faster towards the city. By now, some buildings and houses had been destroyed and/or burned. The city lacked its citizens, and from the looks, the rest of the Titans must've cleared them out to a safer location to prevent anyone else from getting hurt.
Titans North and South were scattered along downtown, lingering in the shadows and dark places.
"Ravager! You can stop running now!" Starfire called out to the young girl, who looked out of breath. Rose turned around, feeling weak to the knees as Titans West and East surrounded her protectively.
Deathstroke stopped running, reaching for his weapon belt.
"I wouldn't do that," Nightwing said.
Titans North and South jumped down from their hiding places, surrounding Deathstroke with their weapons aimed right at him. Deathstroke looked around himself, seeing that there was nowhere to go.
"I should've known..." Deathstroke said calmly. "Well played, Titans...well played..." He took out a small object, and there was no mistaking the red button on it. "Too bad you're going to loose." And he pressed the button smugly.
The Titans waited, cocking their heads to the side.
Nothing happened.
"What?" Deathstroke hissed, looking around again. "That's impossible!"
"Believe it, Dipshit, you're outnumbered!" Blackfire said, her eyes glowing purple.
"Your cat didn't put up a great fight either," Pantha added, who had Kitten in a choke hold. The blonde was still gasping for breath. Starfire smiled at Pantha, who smiled back at her.
"Titans beat bad guys!" Gnarrk added, pounding his fists together.
Deathstroke growled. "That doesn't matter. I can still beat you all!" He withdrew his Bo-staff, getting in a fighting stance. He was about to lung himself at the Titans, Nightwing specifically, when something stopped him.
Jericho jumped down from out of nowhere, landing lightly on his feet. Without saying a word, he walked closer to his father, his eyes narrowing.
"Jericho..." Deathstroke said. "How great it is to see you. Mind helping your old man out here? Family does come before your pathetic friends, you know."
Jericho didn't respond to that; it was quite obvious that he wanted the ability to speak but of course he couldn't. Instead he knocked the Bo-staff right out of Deathstroke's hand, round-kicking his father to the ground.
Deathstroke was at ease, smiling.
"Impressive. I must say, your skills have improved. Help me defeat the Titans, and I can help you get better."
Jericho's fists balled up at his sides.
Do you seriously think that I would join you after you've done all of this? he signed angrily.
"It's not as bad as it sounds, son. Once the Titans are gone and out of the way, we'll be able to take what's ours with nothing to stop us."
And what happens when you get what you want? What's the point in all of this? If you take over the world, then there will be NOTHING for you! You'll just be the same as you were from the very beginning. ALONE. Do you get that? ALONE!
Deathstroke sighed. "Jericho, I've always been sick of your whining! Ever since you were little, you've been soft. Not wanting to defend yourself. Not wanting to learn how to handle a man for once instead of a pussy! You're such a poor excuse for a son. I can't believe I let this go on. I should've killed you when I had the chance. No girl would ever want a muted man. Well, let me rephrase...No girl or boy..."
Jericho's nostrils flared, now prepared to use his powers. Gasps were heard all around. How dare Deathstroke stoop that low? Everyone knew Jericho had a huge respect for girls, and for girls only.
"Aww, have I struck a nerve?" Deathstroke grinned. "Too bad. 'Cause it's time to grow up!" He fingered for his gun and found it, pointing it right at Jericho's heart.
"NO!" Kole yelled as the gun fired. She turned into ice as she landed in front of Jericho, the bullets repelling off of her. With her newfound abilities, she had learned to move while she was in this state, her hands blocking every shot. She turned back into her regular self when the firing ceased.
Deathstroke got to his feet, firing again, and Kole yelped, turning back into ice. As she backed away at Deathstroke's advance, Jericho snuck back into the crowd. Deathstroke got even closer and, just as Kole turned back, he took her by the throat, lifted her up, and threw her back down as hard as he could on the rough concrete. Kole cried out in pain, gasping and crying as he kicked her hard in the gut, making her roll over on her back.
Her nose was bleeding.
Deathstroke took his Bo-staff again, raising it to end her. He didn't hesitate. He swung down and-
Rose was there suddenly, using one of her swords to block him, their metals screeching as they collided. Rose grunted at the strong impact; she knew she was weaker than her father, but she was willing to try. Her back started to bend backwards as the pressure increased, Deathstroke using no hesitation. He had no patience at the moment, and was ready to kill her too.
Nightwing jumped in, using his staffs to help push back, grunting. Deathstroke growled as he felt his Bo-staff push back, now using all of his strength since Nightwing was involved. Rose and Nightwing then shoved upwards, causing him to stagger back.
Jericho, looking a lot like Beast Boy when he did it, came down on his father's shoulders; his legs constricted around Deathstroke, his arms getting a good grip around his head before the blonde flipped them over.
Deathstroke's neck made a sickening crack. As soon as Jericho hovered over him, his eyes about to turn black, Deathstroke kicked Jericho off him and got to his feet at the same time.
Kid Flash zoomed around Deathstroke then, making him dizzy and swerve back and forth. He swung and missed several times. Jinx stepped forward, smirking as Kid Flash stopped.
"Looks like someone's got a little bad luck," she said, snapping her fingers. Her powers came out like pink lightning, running across the earth, causing it to crack quickly and, with the help of Terra, split open beneath Deathstroke's feet.
Deathstroke fell, and he gripped the edge to keep himself from falling down. He looked and saw lava, actual lava, and for the first time in a while, started to panic. He went there once. He didn't want to go there again.
Jericho was already there in a crouching position, staring down at his father.
"Jericho!" He said, slipping. "Help me!"
Jericho didn't move.
"Jericho! Please!" Deathstroke's hand started to slip.
The blonde gulped, the wind blowing through his hair. He shouldn't. He really shouldn't. Slade deserved it. He deserved it...
"My son..." Deathstroke murmured.
And he slipped.
Jericho lunged forward, grabbing Deathstroke by the arm before he could fall to his death. If anything, he didn't want anyone to die tonight. That's not what he wanted.
Even if that meant his evil excuse of a father.
Deathstroke smirked.
"You always were easy to fool," he said, yanking on Jericho's arm.
And he fell over too.
"JERICHO!" Kole screamed, and the Titans ran to the edge to look down. Deathstroke was still there, his fingers digging in the earth to keep him up, and Jericho was hanging on for dear life onto Deathstroke's leg.
And Deathstroke was trying to shake him off.
"Why hang on?" Deathstroke asked him. "After all, this is the end...for us both."
He released his grip finally, letting himself fall. Jericho released his grip on Deathstroke, his eyes wide as his arms stretched out towards his friends.
"Azarath Metrion Zinthos!" Raven yelled, and a black forcefield formed underneath Jericho. Jericho scrambled to his knees as he was brought up by his dark friend, relieved as his feet met ground.
"Grrrrgghhh!" Terra grunted, closing up the gap as best as she could, her eyes and hands yellow.
Jericho panted, out of breath, his heart still racing. Kole limped towards him, falling into his arms.
"Oh, Jericho!" She sobbed, and Jericho buried his face into her hair. "I-I thought...I-I thought...!"
Jericho pulled back, and surprised everyone when he stopped her with a soft kiss on the lips. Kole's eyes were wide, but she smiled and hugged him again. Rose slowly approached her older brother, and he saw her over Kole's shoulder, Pulling away from her to get to his feet, he pulled her in for a tight hug.
Rose broke down and started crying, returning his embrace tight.
"Is it...over?" Starfire questioned, looking around, and everyone's eyes fell on Nightwing for confirmation.
Nightwing stared at the closed crack in disbelief, yet feeling the opposite feeling wash through him. Trigon was gone, so Deathstroke couldn't come back after falling into lava again.
"Yeah, Star..." he said, and he started grinning. "It's over."
There was an outburst of cheers. Friends hugged tight, some doing victory dances. Couples kissed and murmured all sweet nothings to each other.
"Go Titans! Go Beast Boy! Go Beast Boy! Go Beast Boy!" Beast Boy chanted, doing the moonwalk. "Oohwa, Oohwa, Oohwa! Uh huh! Uh huh, Uh huh, Uh huh! Uh huh!"
"Okay, we get it," Raven cut him off. "We won. Can we go home now?"
Beast Boy grinned at her, scooping her up in his arms and spinning her around, all the while pressing his lips against hers.
"Best idea anyone's said all night! This is why I love you, Rae!" He said, putting her down. He started walking backwards, his eyes on his team. "Know what? Whaddaya say we get back to Titans Tower, order a pizza, and have maximum couch t-"
His voice was cut off, replacing a gasp and a sickening sound of ripping flesh and metal.
All the Titans gasped audibly, Raven's eyes going wide, and her facial expression heartbreaking. Standing behind Beast Boy was none other than Malchior himself, with a long silver pole, now sharpened to a point.
And he had drove it straight through Beast Boy's chest.
"You shouldn't have said that I had to go through you," Malchior murmured to Beast Boy, who's face was in utter pain, as well as his body. "I was only doing what you asked...This is what you wanted, isn't it?"
He smiled when Beast Boy didn't respond, flicking the pole to the side; Beast Boy's body flung off of it, and he landed on his back. Finally having a distraction, he hid in the nearest shadows.
"BEAST BOY!" His team outbursted, Raven the loudest of all. Every emotion back in Nevermore screamed, their backs arching as if they were in an exorcism.
Raven ran as fast as she could, falling to her knees and got to the changeling first.
"No," she shook her head, pulling Beast Boy's still body in her lap. "No, no, no, no..." She couldn't help it as the tears poured over now. Her hand came down on his reddened chest, blood pooling on the ground. "No, no, no, no...!" She rocked back and forth a little, closing her eyes. "Azarath Metrion Zinthos, Azarath Metrion Zinthos, A-Azar-rath M-Metrion Z...Z..." She gasped and her sobs got louder.
Seeing her best friend break down and Beast Boy's pale form made Starfire break down too, leaning into Nightwing for support. Nightwing rubbed her back, his eyesight blurring. Terra was trying not to cry and failed, and even Cyborg was very close to looseing it.
"Raven..." Nightwing began.
"No! He's not dead!" Raven snapped, her voice cracking in places. "No, no, no..." She held Beast Boy close, pressing her lips to his cheek. "You're not dead, you're not dead..."
Her hands glowed a bright blue then; after lowering him gently to the ground, back on his back, she hovered them over his chest. She could heal him, she could save him. She could...
Terra crawled forward, feeling Beast Boy's wrists and neck with her forefingers.
"Raven...there's no pulse," she said through her broken sobs.
Cyborg checked for a heartbeat on his arm, and Raven looked at him with the slightest bit of hope. But his face made that slightest bit of hope fade away as soon as it came.
"His heart isn't beating anymore...He's gone."
...
So Deathstroke is dead, and Jericho's reunited with his sister...and Beast Boy? Is he really gone forever?
Review to see what happens next, people. You're in for a real surprise I think.
Hope I didn't make anyone cry! I'm sorry if I did! I sure made myself cry...