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This was revised on August 27, 2006. Enjoy.

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Good-bye to Raven

Chapter 3- Discovering your Gone

The morning started out slow. The frost that took over the air the previous night still lingered in the early day sky. Clouds of gray stretched out far.

The four remaining Titans (though, the fact that there was only four, not five, was not revealed as of yet) had gotten up at there usual hours at the crack of dawn lest there be any morning villainy. They took their respective spots at the table and started talking about what to eat.

They didn't let the fact that Raven was not there bother them—maybe she was meditating. She would want her privacy.

(Beast Boy's P.O.V.)

"Come on, Cyborg!" I complained, loudly, "Just try one of my delicious tofu waffles! I know you will be hooked!"

"No way!" Cyborg responded, "I tried one of your nasty waffles when we first became a team, and I nearly threw up!"

"Friends! Please don't argue!" Starfire said in a worried voice.

"Yeah. Why don't we vote for what we have for breakfast?" Robin said in his usual calm voice. "But first, Beast Boy, would you mind getting Raven so we can start the vote?"

"Why me?"

"Because you are closer to the door."

I froze than turned toward the hallway that goes to Raven's room. "But… Aw, forget it. I'll get her..."

I mumbled something about how Robin was a lousy leader (I was, of course, joking) before I hopped of my seat and started my long journey to Raven's room. Her room is so very far away from every single room in the tower. She usually wants peace and quiet, which makes no sense to me since—c'mon!—who doesn't want to be around me?

"I guess this is my exercise for the day..."

After finally dragging myself to Raven's big, creepy, metal door with her name on it, I lightly knocked.

"Hey Raven?"

No response. 'She's so mean! She probably hears me, but just wants to ignore me so I'd get riled up…'

"I know you hear me!"

Still nothing.

"Fine! If you don't want to answer and stuff then… Well, I'll just tell you: We're voting for breakfast and we need you to join in. So, yeah, come out and vote."

After the silence went on for a couple of seconds more, I sighed. 'If I open the stupid door, then she'll get all mad… But that doesn't matter! I need her vote!'

I huffed and puffed for a few moments longer—'I'm not hesitating; I'm at all scared of her!'—before I just opened that stupid, creepy, big, metal door. It opened quickly… and there she was.

"R-Raven!"

(Cyborg's P.O.V.)

As Robin, Starfire, and I waited quietly for the shape-shifter to come back with Raven, I started thinking about what she would do to him if he bothered her enough. I saw an image of Beast Boy running in screaming about "black-beam-rays" and a certain "evil girl in blue" being nothing short of evil. The heart-wrenching scream I heard next is not what I expected—or even wanted to—hear.

I jumped and my heart started pumping. "That sounded like Beast Boy!"

I wasn't, in my opinion, able to get to Raven's room fast enough. Beast Boy, my best friend, sounded like he was in serious trouble and I needed to be there.

In a few seconds we reached the green man who was sliding down the wall opposite of Raven's room. He looked like all his blood has spilled out and there wasn't a drop left. His skin was a pale green color. His eyes were bulging out and his pupils were smaller than normal.

I ran over and fell on my knees next to him, shaking him lightly and using a sensitive voice. "Beast Boy? Hey, man, what's wrong?"

Still looking like death, he jerked his chin toward Raven's room. I turned my head and saw a site that would be better if it had been of the city sinking into the river. Objects thrown wildly across the floor, shattered glass, blood—blood!—, and... Raven's lifeless body on the floor.

I slowly got up and walked in front of Raven's doorway. Starfire and Robin walked behind me. I heard Starfire shriek and Robin gasp.

I swallowed my fear and resisted the urge to just run under a rock. I walked toward Raven's limp body. My jaw tightened and I was only slightly aware that I was shaking.

My teammate's throat was slashed. Her left hand had cuts all over the knuckles and her right arm had glass shards in it. Lying near the latter hand was a red-tinted glass shard that must've came from her meditation mirror two feet away. I could smell death and Raven mingled together. It was worse than it had been just death.

I immediately began to deny the fact that she was dead. As rare as I knew it was, I thought she was playing a joke on us. I bent down and checked her wrists for a pulse. Nothing. I then put two fingers on her neck. Nothing. I started to panic, but held my best poker face. I placed my head above her heart. I started praying that small beat of her heart—the evidence that all her blood was in her veins and not on her floor. But, still I head nothing, felt nothing, and then, finally, thought nothing as I cried above her dead heart.

(Robin's P.O.V.)

I didn't know what to say or do after Cyborg broke down. His sobs echoed through the whole tower. Behind me, Starfire was up against the wall crying, shaking, and sweating. Beast Boy sat silent and still. I wanted to run away.

I had to be strong even if I didn't feel like it. I had to think of what my team would do if their leader left them in a daze. I couldn't do that to them.

I walked carefully toward Raven and Cyborg. My mask was suddenly feeling very wet and uncomfortable. I couldn't take it off. I had to keep it there so I could be the pillar of support in this troubling time. Finally, I reached her. I almost vomited. She was just there… I have never seen her so vulnerable in my life.

I couldn't take it anymore, leader or not, as I looked away. The blood, the body, the usually strong Cyborg in tears—it was too much. Opening my eyes that I just now realized were closed, I saw a piece of white paper. It seemed so bright, like a feather from a dove. I would've regarded it as nothing, but there was writing on it. I willed my now-heavy feet to move to it and see what it was.

I nearly did a double take. Raven's handwriting and small traces of blood covered the paper. "T-Titans… Raven. She wrote us a letter…"

Nobody moved a muscle, but I heard the crying die down as if they were half-listening. I began to read. Each syllable was harder to get out than the last. Small, choked sobs came from my dry lips after every paragraph. Still, as I wanted, I finished with my voice still loud.

I felt relief at the fact that she didn't do this to herself (I doubted she would this whole time), anger at Trigon and the little time she was given, then, as I felt when I first saw her like this, sadness at the loss of a friend.

I looked up to see the reaction on the other Titans' faces. Beast Boy, still quiet and troubled, smiled slightly and started to stand. He walked pass Starfire to Raven's body, taking in everything as a fresh batch of tears slid down his face.

"Thank you, Rae. I won't change, but I'll always remember you."

Cyborg, still kneeling next to his fallen comrade, looked up to the ceiling.

"I had fun, too, Raven. I had fun, too. Hanging out with you, fixing the T-Car with you… Those were great times."

Starfire's eyes were puffy and red. But the ever-present sparkle in her eye remained. She walked to Raven quietly and smiled.

"Thank you, friend Raven. I will never forget what you taught me about meditation and the act of kindness you showed by coming with me to the mall."

I walked up to Raven's body with the rest of the Titans and knelt down across from Cyborg.

"Thank you, Raven, for all you have done for us. For all the things we did together. F-For everything."

I removed my mask and placed it above her heart and cried with so much force that I felt the world spinning.

I vaguely heard the thump of Beast Boy and Starfire kneeling down as well and bringing their grief to this circle of friends. We would carry each other through this and everything that life throws out at us next.

(End Robin's P.O.V.)

A little over a month after Raven's death found the four remaining Teen Titans standing around their departed friend's grave. Each Titan bowed their heads and held a single red rose.

Beast Boy and Cyborg were standing on the right side of Raven's grave and Starfire and Robin were standing on the left. This was the very first time they visited Raven's graven since the funeral one week ago in. The news of her death spread like wildfire throughout every place that knew of the Titans.

Raven's grave was of the most beautiful marble. A female arch angle stood tall above the grave with wings tucked in close to the body and holding a sword pointed to the sky. The angle's eyes looked up to the heavens and held a soft face with a ghost smile. Each Titan thought it looked like Raven.

(Starfire's P.O.V.)

I sighed as I remembered that day friend Raven died. I remember the tears, the mass amounts of blood, the body, the mess, the screams, but, most of all, I remember the letter. I was so glad to hear it, even though I would've been happier if Raven was there and the letter would not be said at all.

Seeing Robin at the corner of my eye, I remember his strength over this past month. How could he do it? I knew he was the leader, but I never knew his full potential for leadership until I saw how he held himself. I knew he was hurting, but he still was the major shoulder to cry on. I tried not to lean on him too much just in case he broke, but I couldn't help it sometimes…

It was a very awkward silence. Everyone didn't know what to say or do. I wanted to say something. I wanted to be strong. I wanted to be the one everyone could depend upon, so it would hurt less.

"Raven," I choked out.

Everyone looked at me with sympathetic faces as I continued with my speech.

"Y-You'll be happy to-to know we are still a team."

I felt a large lump in my throat as my eyes started to swell up with tears. Robin placed a supportive hand on my shoulder, urging me to go on, but not forcing me.

"We are so grateful for all you help through the years. And of your… s-s-" I couldn't finish with that dreaded word as I cried so more. I couldn't feel the hand on my back, though I knew it was there.

Cyborg spoke up, "It's okay, Star. You don't have to say it. It's okay. We know what you mean and I'm sure she does to."

I smiled up at Cyborg and nodded, thanking him quietly before turning back to Raven's grave. "Good-bye."

I covered my mouth and held back any more tears as we put the roses in front of the grave. Robin took his hand off my shoulder as we bowed our heads for a few more seconds.

After looking at the arch angle, that we associated with Raven, one more time, we made our way toward the T-Car. Cyborg got in the driver's seat, Robin got in the passenger's seat, Beast Boy got in the back, and I sat next to him.

"You did good, Star." Beast Boy said supportively. "You were very strong… And your speech was… really nice."

The other Titans expressed their agreements.

"Thank you," I replied, bowing my head and blushing.

As we drove off I looked out the window at Raven's grave.

"I'll miss you so much."

(End Starfire's P.O.V.)

Raven Roth

Born: October 21, 1989
Died: July 13, 2004
A good friend.
A member of the Teen Titans.
We'll miss you.

Well, I finished revising and stuff. I guessed Raven's birth-date. She died when I started writing this story. I heard somewhere that her mother's last name was Roth, so I just made it her last name. I hope you enjoyed my story.

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