OMG, I would like to start out by saying "Thank you!" To everyone who's reviewed. In like the first 48 hours, there were like 11 reviews, and this isn't one of my really established stories. Here's the new chapter, my gorgeous readers, sorry about it taking so long, but i've had a bunch of graduations to attend.
The tower was a disaster. Remnants of black energy still cackled in the air from Raven's magic. Shards of broken glass littered the floor from where lightbulbs had shattered from energy overload. Several ornamental tables were overturned and several pillows had been gutted, scattering down-feathers everywhere.
"Raven!" Beastboy cried frantically. "I said I was sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you. Where'd you go?"
He scanned the main living room for any trace of her. He spotted no sign of the empath amongst the ruins of the once-luxurious area, only desolate wreckage.
"Beastboy! What did you do to her?" Robin demanded. The masked leader stopped abruptly in front of him, while Starfire and Cyborg were still sprinting up the hallway.
"I didn't mean to!" He hiccuped, sounding on the boarder of angry tears. "I've screwed up big, and I'm not quite sure what I did, but I know it's bad."
"We'll, lets examine your recent actions. What did you do during that fight?" Cyborg somberly inquired. He was rather shocked that his friend wasn't mercilessly teasing him; maybe the physical damage delt to their home was proof enough of Raven's distress.
"Well, first, I got her pinned, and I originally planned to wait it out there, but she started thrashing, and cuttin' herself up on my nails-"
"Your gloves!" The trio interjected, understanding dawning in their expressions.
He gave a curt nod and continued. "Anyways, I didn't want her to do more damage to herself on my behalf, so I scooped her up and had her pinned like that."
"Something makes me feel like you're not giving us the whole truth, Beastboy." Robin commented, his tone heavy with suspicion.
"Yeah, from what I know of Raven, she isn't the type to get worked up about a couple of scratches. You had to've done something else." Cyborg agreed.
"Well," he scratched his head in confusion. "I did tell her that she didn't need to be so feisty."
Robin and Cyborg exchanged a knowing look while Starfire looked as lost as he felt.
"So, you pinned her under you, she got roughed up a bit, and you told her to stop being 'feisty?'" Robin asked cautiously.
"Yeah, so?" He was still rather lost. I'll ask Raven about it when I find her. He thought.
The masked leader sighed heavily. "Never mind. You need to apologize, and help her get this place cleaned up. It's a disaster! We'll be training, unless we get a distress call from Titans East. Understand?"
"I understand." He sighed.
"Good. You might want to see if she decided to go meditate in her room."
He nodded, and carefully picked his way through the wreckage to the empath's room.
She sat with her back pressed against the door. Blood dribbled down her arms and down her thigh. Instead of the deep puncture woulds she had been expecting, her lacerations resembled long, shallow scratches more so than anything.
Her heart thundered in her chest, beating heavily from the rush of adrenaline. Tingles of electricity danced across her skin, and her mind felt hazy with emotions.
"Stupid Beastboy! Why do you do this to me?" She growled to herself.
Oh, you know you love it. Something in her mind giggled. She assumed it had to be one of her emoticlones. It's presence was reminiscent of Passion's, but foreign to her mind. She was too distressed to care.
No I don't! She snapped back. I want nothing to do with that green twerp.
Stop lying to yourself. It whispered back. You'll only make it worse, in the end. The longer you try to deny it. You can't tell me you didn't enjoy this.
She gasped at the sudden sensation. A pleasant burning crept across her wrists, thigh, lower back, and side. Everywhere she had been in contact with the changeling.
"Stop it." She commanded out loud. "These aren't my thoughts! What's wrong with my mind?" She was on the verge of panic. She was finally going mentally insane.
You aren't going crazy. Did you SEE how cute his butt looked in that uniform? The voice chided.
"Yes, officially insane." She sighed in despair.
Knock, knock, knock. "Raven? Are you in there. I'm so sorry! Can I come in?"
"No. No, no, no, no, no, no." She hoarsely whispered, jumping up and stumbling backwards.
I need to get out of here. She thought. Her sanctuary had become her cage. She knew she couldn't attempt to use her powers; every one of the tower's numerous windows would be likely to shatter.
Then, she spotted it: her last hope. On the farthest wall was one, small window. Heavy drapes blocked the light it let in, but it was a window still. Carefully, she yanked it open, and perched on the ledge. As best she could, she pulled the curtains shut, although light leaked in.
With what weak, upper body strength she had, she scrabbled onto the roof of the tower. She silently thanked Azar that the roof had only been a few feet above her. There was no way she would have been able to climb to the top; not like this, anyways.
"I should... Meditate." She wheezed. "Need to, gather my thoughts."
"Raven?" He tentatively asked again. "Hello? Come on, Rae. We really need to talk about this." He was met with total silence. "Or if you really don't want to, that's fine. Just please come out, I need to tell you how sorry I am face-to-face. I'll even clean up the tower, all by my self, if you want." He begged.
His communicator buzzed, and Robin's face appeared on the screen. "Have you talked to Raven yet?"
"She's, well... not answering." He cringed as he confessed.
He could hear a heavy sigh before Cyborg's face filled the screen. "Listen here, if you abuse this, she will take you to another dimension and leave you there, but the password to get into her room is 'n-a-g-o-l-y-o-b-t-s-a-e-b'."
"That's a weird password." He commented.
Cyborg put his hands up. "Don't ask me."
Robin snatched back the communicator. "Anyways, there has been numerous sightings of this new villian, and Titans East have requested our help. You and Raven just stay and work things out, alright?"
"Got it." He nodded.
The screen faded black, and he plucked up his courage. Cautiously, he entered the password. Much to his surprise, the door slid smoothely open.
"I hope there aren't any traps to keep intruders out." he muttered.
Hesitantly, he stepped inside. Everything looked completely different from the glimpse he caught earlier that morning. Her bedding was hanging off the bed, and her clothes were haphazardly strewn across the floor. Mysteriously, the half-demon was no where to be seen.
"Maybe she was inspired to decorate like me." He chuckled weakly at his own joke.
A heavy gust of wind threw the curtains open, and sunlight flooded the dark room.
His eyes widened to saucers. "Why's the window open?"
Rushing forward, he didn't notice the mirror beneath his feet. As soon as his foot made contact, a small vortex sucked him back. He didn't dare try to dig his fingers into the carper, least, he shred it; so he allowed himself to be transported away, with one last, final thought. Raven's gonna kill me
YAY! Finally done. This chapter was meant to have a bit more plot, but because updates might be a bit sporadic for the next few weeks while school comes to a close, I decided to at least get a bit further in the story. I hope you like it! P.s., anyone who can figure out the mystery of Raven's password get a shout out next chapter. I'll give you a hint; it separates out into two words and is a very simple word scramble.