I'm finally updating this! Anyway, I know, I know, I killed Beast Boy. He is but the first to die (Muahahaha *cough cough*). But it's just a story, so I can kill anyone I want. So, here is chapter 6.

Raven

She sniffled. She and Beast Boy hadn't been particularly colse, and sometimes she even hated him. But that didn't mean she wanted to see him dead. Raven wiped her eyes on her sleeve, ducking her head so no one would see her cry. She closed her eyes and listened to the others talk nearby.

"How could this have happened?" Cyborg asked.

"I don't know. I mean, he was in his room. The security footage doesn't show anyone coming in last night, and there was no indication that it was suicide."

"But Robin, could the killer have been invisible?" Starfire asked.

"I thought that too, but the doors would've been opened."

"But they could've went through the walls," Cyborg countered.

"I guess. Raven, do you have any ideas?"

Raven opened her eyes. "No," she lied. "I didn't sense anything." She looked down at her feet, thinking about the burned man from her dreams. Had Beast Boy seen him too?

Robin shook his head. "I just don't get it. I mean, he looked like he'd been shredded. There's no way that it was an accident."

Raven squeezed her eyes shut again. She didn't want to hear this, not after everything that had happened. She felt tears stream down her face as she thought of that horrible glove ripping through Beast Boy.

She stood up and ran to the kitchen. Robin stood up and held her hair back as she vomited over the sink. When she had finished, she crumpled into a ball on the floor, crying quietly. Robin kneeled next to her, rubbing her back. They sat there like that until Raven calmed down, still shaking slightly.

"Come on," Robin said. "It's been a long day. We should all get some sleep."

Robin

Robin sat at his desk, lookng through case files. He studied a file on Slade, before putting it in a large box marked "Unsolved." He flipped through more papers, most of them on run of the mill criminals like Red X or Jinx. His eyes began to close and he shook himself awake. He had to finish sorting these now or he would never get them done. He finally came to the last file in the pile. This one was left unlabled, and Robin opened it, expecting one of the usual suspects. Instead, the name at the top of the page read, "Frederick Charles Krueger," in alternating red and green letters.

What's this guy's deal? Did he capture Christmas or something? Robin wondered, turning the page. The words described mostly his appearance. The green and red sweater he wore, his brown fedora, and his gruesome, burned face. He turned to the last page, wondering what else he would have to read about this guy. There, in the center of the page, was a detailed drawing of a leather glove. Attatched to the fingers of the glove were shining steel knives.

Robin bolted awake. He lifted his head off his desk and checked the clock. 12:47. He blinked and rubbed his face. He ran his fingers through his spiky hair and checked the manilla folder on his desk. Control freak. He sighed and leaned back in his chair, happy that it was only a dream.