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I'm still working on rewriting previous chapters. They're becoming surprisingly long.

Much shorter chapter this time, for reasons that you'll see.

The night continued uneventfully; I made some dinner for myself, checked on Beast Boy, flew around the bay, and then ended up sleeping in the room I was given. I didn't speak to anyone, but no one appeared to be around anyway. I remember falling asleep and a pain on my neck during the night, but it was otherwise uneventful.

I woke up to blinding lights that couldn't have been coming from the lights where I slept. I had to blink multiple times in order to regain any amount of vision. Squinting, I realized that I was somewhere inside, familiar. I stood up, realizing I was dressed in some weird skin-tight black outfit rather than just the pajama pants that I had fallen asleep in. I heard a voice, and soon there were people running at me. Their hostile actions were easily read, but and some of them were dispatched quickly. Some others were more experienced and they got a few blows in my ribs and legs. I grunted, for some reason my abilities seemed to be inhibited and I was much more groggy than normal, something was slowing me down.

Eventually the sheer number of people was too much, I no chance against them. After being bloodied and bound, I was dragged. I'm not sure how long, how far, or to where, but I had been thrown into a chair.

"So, you showed up." A deep voice said. I couldn't see anything besides the bright light shining in my face. Closing my eyes was all I could do to stop a little bit of pain.

"What took you so long? Fear? Fun? Thought we'd forget?" The interrogation was terrible, they wanted information and I wouldn't be surprised if I was the only one who had it.

"I see you joined up with the Titans. We've got one of them with us too." I don't think so. "Hopefully you can help us out a bit." Nothing, not a word. They needed me alive for the information.

"So it's just a matter of time until one of you talks. You or your green friend." I felt as if I was going to scream. I did the best I could to hold any recognition of Beast Boy, and it apparently worked.

"So," the voice continued, "what's the inside of the tower like? I want details." I could feel pressure against my upper arm, it was cold and flat. I still said nothing and stared into the back of my eyelids. "Nothing?" Soon the flat object ran across my arm and I could feel warmth running down my arm. "I ask and if you don't answer, you get cut."

"Once again, inside of Titan Tower, what's it like?" Physical harm wouldn't deter my thoughts, and sure enough he cut me. This time it was on the forearm and the back of the hand. "Let's try something else. Do they have any weaknesses?" Even If they did, I had no way of knowing. But the cuts came and I grunted in pain.

"A noise! We're getting somewhere!" He didn't ask a question, nor did he cut me. Instead, he threw me out of the chair and kicked me in the stomach. I couldn't do anything but cough.

"Now tell me! What are their weaknesses?" He shouted. Waiting only a single second, he continued the beating. He stopped, said something on a device, and two other men came and dragged me out. A sharp pain happened on my neck again and my vision blurred quickly. I was tossed into a cell and forgotten for too long; it felt like days. My vision mostly cleared and I was about to try to looking around when the guy with a deep voice came back.

"Your friend talked, but I'm sure you'll confirm the things he said in a moment." Beast Boy talked? I didn't believe it. He probably had training to deal with torture and interrogation. Hands came and dragged me again, my wounds may have stopped bleeding, but I had no way of knowing. It felt like it had been days. Again I was thrown into a chair, I could feel the blinding light on my face, but I could see. I was sure to not show anything. Soon I saw a green figure hanging across the room.

I instantly struggled, betraying my own mind. They knew they hit a nerve. "Oh, you care about your friend. How sweet." He flicked his wrist and Beast Boy was dropped from his lofty height. They dragged him over to me by the chains he was suspended by. I realized his hands weren't bound; they had put the hooks into his back. I struggled again, but whatever I was drugged with stopped me from even being able to stand up. I still struggled though, with all I could. A swift kick to Beast Boy's side awoke him from whatever pain coma he was in. He looked up at me and shook his head, eyes fiercely fixed on mine. They hadn't broken him.

"Torture him until he talks." Footsteps walked out, but I wouldn't take my eyes off Beast Boy. However, it wasn't me they were going to physically torture. They forced his head back and put a towel over Beast Boy's nose and mouth and soon water was being poured over it. I struggled as much as I could, but I'm not sure it would really matter. I stayed silent and locked eyes with him whenever they gave him a break. It wasn't enough, I wouldn't talk. They changed from water boarding to shocking him. A simple sponge and a car battery were enough to do what they wanted. He cried and convulsed in pain and I stayed stoic, watching it all. I wanted to cry, to scream, to kill all of these bastards. But whatever drug they were using, it was working well.

After what seemed like hours of watching Beast Boy get tortured, the deep voiced man came back. "Anything?" Some torturers shook their heads. He was aggravated; he took out a gun and pointed it at my head. "Last chance. Talk or you die." I shook my head and stared at his legs. He had walked in between Beast Boy and me. He took one final look at me, took a step to the side, and shot Beast Boy in the head. I screamed in rage, but my body betrayed me again. I tried getting up, throwing people against walls, and destroying everything I could and instead fell to the floor. Luckily my arm seemed to reach out to Beast Boy's body.

"This is over. Talk or you're next." His threat meant nothing, he meant nothing. I did the only thing I could do, stare at Beast Boy.

"Kill me, now." I advised him. "If you don't, you'll mess up keeping me contained. And when you do, you'll all die. Every. Single. One." He laughed and turned to me.

"Your wish..." And then there was a bang of the gun.

How I love cliffhangers.