So, okay, this is gonna be my first attempt at a TT fic. So I hope for some support and constructive criticism, since I've become a bit shaky with my writing since my writing style matured a bit (I hope XD) and I'm scared of making amateur mistakes.

I hope you like it. Oh, and just so you know there isn't any Slade/Raven romance. If anything they hate each others guts XD It might have some slight Rob/Rae, why? Because I like that pairing and those who don't like it can click the back button right now! Flames are NOT welcomed, because I didn't make you read this. If you do, the following options may occur:

A) you'll be ignored

B) you'll be horrible humiliated

C) I just might hunt you down and be the sadistic psychopathic maniac that I am ^_^

Diclamer: If I did, would I be writing this?

And with that being said, here we go…

Default Chapter

I've never seen perfection.

I've never seen a heart that was made out of stone and yet bled more blood than I have ever spilled in my life. I've never seen a bird like this one. She flies with grace. Each flap of her wings is calculated and measured as if she knows that her figure is dancing on my screen and that I am watching, observing, analyzing…

And yet, for all this time, she showed no fault. Not once. Her face is hid in the shadows so that if she does slip no one sees it.

I've always been one for bird-watching, and this bird… This bird is beauty. This bird is perfection. This bird… is a lie.

A mask, a warrior paint, designed to show nothing less than perfection. And she wore it day in and day out… and now it came alive. Others believe it is her and she leads them to that conclusion. That she is, and always will be, stone. That she is ice. That she is dead.

(chuckle) So young and yet such a magnificent liar.

She lives a charade for them. Leads them to believe that she always can and always will be able to do and be what they need the most. And so far, to my astonishment, she was.

When they were scared and on their knees she stood up, grasping all her strength just to stand still for a few moments and give them courage, so they would stand up as well. But as soon as they don't look she trembles, she shakes, she fears, and that false sense of security she bestows upon herself and others melts.

When they hurt with raging crimson, she heals them with false ease, yet as soon as she enters the solidarity of her room she collapses, she bleeds, she hurts. For them.

Always for them…

What a bird… (chuckle)

Though I can't help but wonder… How long till your wings bend and break and you find yourself on the ground with no more strength to lie through your teeth of never feeling, of never hurting?

That would be bliss.

To see you cornered, to see you crawl, to see you for once helpless. To applaud you as an actress that you are and see how much longer can you keep pretending. Then, reveal the real you. The one I don't even know.

I know you are a girl, but are you a demon like many voices whisper, or are you just a mere child scared of losing?

So far you play your part perfectly, covering your tracks so well as if they never existed, and no one can find you in this endless game of hide and seek. You're a player that started the game and hid so well that they almost forgot that you even played. (chuckle) Almost.

And so you're hidden, my little bird. You hid so well that some don't even bother to search anymore.

And I can't help but wonder if that would change… no… as a matter of fact it will… you just need the right place…

A few taps on the keyboard.

The right time…

Several screens came to life revealing four other figures.

The right motivation…

A smirk made its way on his face.

… And of course… the right player.

Sooooooo… how horrible is it?

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