Strangely, as some unknown force was at work, a flash of lightning flashed as the door opened to reveal him, Control Freak. The rain on his back only beat harder, but hardly making any difference as his trench coat was already drenched.
Starfire stood in shock for a second after opening the door. Visibly tensing, Control Freak quickly stepped into the tower, spun his arm around her, and covered Starfire's mouth. While the motion did bring him into the tower and allow him to quiet Star, as he spun, a cascade of water showered the carpet, wetting the floor in a way that resembled a cascade of tears.
Starfire's green eyes blinked as she complied and kept silent for the time being. Why should she, she though. Control Freak could not hold her; she could simply break free of his grip and call the others. But something held her back.
He was afraid.
Starfire, while still naïve in the ways of speech on planet Earth, prided herself to be an excellent judge of character. She had never really felt threatened around Control Freak, and now that he was scared she knew why. He wasn't a bad person. The way he held her, his shaking, and even how he flinched every time thunder cracked, all pointed to him being kinder at heart than imagined.
He had never hurt anyone, and the worst crime he had committed was a threat. He had threatened to blow the city up, he had threatened to poison the water supply, and he had threatened to hurt people, but he had never really done so.
Robin was always convinced that it was because of the team's dedication and hard work that he was always stopped, but Starfire knew better. She knew people, and she knows emotion. She could see, sometimes better than Raven, what people were feeling. She never saw triumph during Control Freak's moments of victory like she did other villains, nor did she see the anguish or annoyance that generally came during defeat. Instead, she always saw an odd aura of calm or pride around him, even during his random outbursts.
Starfire sense many things around him now; fear, desperation, and trust being portrayed at the greatest. She allowed herself to be dragged back to her room, only pausing momentarily to wonder how he knew where her room was.
Control Freak couldn't believe his luck. Of all the Titans that could have opened the door, it had been Starfire. He knew he could trust her.
When he grabbed her and began to make his way through the hallways to her room, he noticed she didn't struggle.
Clever girl. She knew he didn't mean any harm. In fact, the worst thing he could do now would be to attract attention. He didn't want to be noticed, to be found. Then he would have to fight, and how he hated fighting.
Half dragging, half walking with Starfire, Control Freak muttered as he made his way through the maze like hallway. Feeling he could trust her not to make a sound, Control Freak moved his hand away from her mouth to remove a device from his coat.
Starfire stared with interest. The device he removed was a simple screen, displaying five dots, and one blue dot. The dots blinked slowly, and Starfire noted that two of the dots were moving, the blue and one nearby red.
The two dots continued on, moving around the screen, avoiding confrontations with any other dots.
Finally, Control Freak and Starfire reached her room. Control Freak looked at Star, his gaze asking a question. Star answered the question with a simple answer.
"Enter"
"Arrgh…" Beast Boy wanted to hurt himself, but knew that it wasn't the way out. He had learned that the hard way.
Experience was the best teacher.
Why! This always happens to him. The last thing he wants is to go through another depression, but it loomed over him. The darkness was threatening him again. It was harder to fight.
But why should he? The darkness hid things, hid pain, better than his usual happy light. He only wanted to find some happiness in his life, but it was still denied. Nobody cared, he felt worthless. Why should he care? The others didn't. They wanted him gone.
No, they didn't. They didn't want him gone; he simply wanted to be gone. Why should he stay, his purpose was gone, his one light, his one joy. Raven was gone.
Not in a literal sense, of course, he thought to himself as he continued to pace his unnaturally clean room. She was gone to him, to be with Robin, to be Robin's light, even if Robin didn't need that light. He did. He needed that purpose. He needed to be the one to comfort her, to comfort Raven; he needed to be the one to make her smile. But, even that pleasure was denied to him. Robin somehow accomplished this without even trying.
It made him sick.
Why wouldn't she listen to him anymore? Even lying in the med lab, all he had gotten from her was a stern lecture on what not to do to her or the others. She had recited from memory what about him annoyed her. All the traits that he thought of as helpful, the traits he was proud of, were mentioned in her ramble. At least she cared enough not to say all this to his face.
She thought he was unconscious.
But no, he had been awake for every single word uttered in that cursed med lab. All he was and ever would be was annoying to her. She hated him, even if she wouldn't say that strong word. That would only bring out Anger. And Anger was bad.
Muttering to himself, he began to break up the cleanliness that reigned in his room. He smashed books of shelves, overturned his hamper, and even spread his trash all over the room. He began to feel a little better. At least his surrounding now look like he felt…
Like crap.
Raven sat in her room after her encounter with Beast Boy. She knew he was upset; it was why he was upset that confused her. Why was he mad, least of all at her? What had she or Robin done to him?
She racked her brain, but came up with nothing. She couldn't see the logic. The logic behind all of this was missing.
She needed to figure this out, but she could also decide to meditate, to refuse the responsibility trust upon her by Beast Boy's strange actions. She weighed her options, and decided to meditate. To forget.
She didn't want to put up with this, to live with this guilt. Had she done something?
No, of course not, he couldn't have anything against her, especially considering how cold she was too him. And over the past few weeks, she had even ignored him, denied him existence.
No, forget, release. Calm, stop this feeling. Meditate…meditate.
Slowly, Raven drifted upwards, folding her legs up as she floated in her room, the darkness that occupied the room with her enfolding her in its cold embrace.
She drifted alone in her mind, forgetting, repeating her phrase over and over to remain in her state, to search out her emotions and shut them up. She needed them to leave her alone.
Time passed by her as she searched her mind for any sign of the culprits, the ones who brought her such confusing feelings.
She thought she was getting close, but they slipped through her fingers. They wanted to stay hidden. They wanted to confuse her, to make her think this through on her own, but she can't have that. She needs answers; she needed the logic to find a solution.
But the logic was unreachable, and the emotions uncatchable. She was lost drifting in her mind without a purpose anymore, other than to retreat from the pain her emotions brought.
She finally risked it, risked coming out of her shell for just a little bit, to find her mirror. That would end this. Her emotions may be tricky when reached for from outside her mind, but they were only human on the inside.
She could catch them, but as always there was risk involved.
The mirror would leave her tangible in a dangerous place. She would be vulnerable. She could be hurt, she could be killed.
The mirror was only to be used in an emergency, and this was just the emergency she needed.
She was weak with her emotions running free like they were. She needed them to calm down. She needed to find out what had set them off.
She reached for the mirror, before the mirror reached for her. A dark hand emerged and wrapped its fingers around her torso. She braced herself for the imminent ride.
The mirror always brought her trouble. Tonight was no exception. The journey was uncomfortable to say the least.
Finally she touched ground, metaphorically. She was inside her own mind, there was no real ground, only what she saw and thought of as "ground".
She dusted herself off, and went off in search of her emotions, and the logic behind them.
Back at the tower, the rain fell harder.
Robin leaned carefully over a sink as he attempted to wash the dye out of his hair.
"A month, a whole freakin' month…" he muttered to himself as he scrubbed harder, hoping for the dye to at least fade. But no, he was denied that pleasure.
The dye simply sharpened its color.
Robin contemplated why Beast Boy did this, along with contemplating on how to make him suffer.
At least he had destroyed that film before Beast Boy had a chance to remove it.
Beast Boy, why did he do it again? Because he DESERVED it? No, what had he done? When had he offended Beast Boy in any way?
It just didn't make sense. He decided he would ask Beast Boy himself, tomorrow. When the storm was over.
Besides, Beast Boy's probably still unconscious in the med lab.
With that decided, Robin turned in for the morning, as it wasn't really night anymore, but he need his rest, especially if he was going to face Cyborg in the morning.
And the rain beat down unmercifully on the roof of the tower.
Kind of a strange Chapter, isn't it? Well, I wrote it and I liked it so I hope you do too. I gave my own description of the characters minds. Beast Boy is a little weird, but still…
I hope you liked that Chapter, please give me feedback on how you feel I should end it. Again, it may be awhile before I update. I really am only working on this fic partime.
Gimmie a break. Please Review, I beg of you! If you want this story finished, you'll do it. I tend to update faster on the stories that people want to read. I can only tell what you want to read by what you say in the reviews.
Btw, im sorry if this chapter veared too far away from what you were expecting. I just wrote what I felt like.
-B