Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans or A Nightmare on Elm Street. Rightful claims belong to DC Comics/Cartoon Network and Wes Craven/New Line Cinema.

A/N: Okay, this one is probably the most bizarre idea I've ever come up with in my overactive mind. After watching the brand-new movie "A Nightmare on Elm Street" I started to watch the old version, and the more I got to thinking about Freddy's abilities...the more I got to wonder what would happen if someone else had those abilities and what would they do with them. Well, here it is...and I'll warn everyone now, this will contain heavy gore and violence and adult content, so if you have a weak stomach, or don't care for such gruesome things: STOP READING NOW! This will be my only warning, if you continue to read on, then that's on you.

Now as one of my favorite poltergeist's would say: "It's Showtime!"

The Beginning of Terror

Leaving from the hospital, was a girl with lavender colored hair in a wheelchair being pushed gently by a tall, massive teenager that looked mostly made of metal, gazed blankly at nothing. The metallic companion wheeled her over to a silver-bluish car that was waiting for them. The companion silently picked the girl out of her chair and seated her in the passenger seat and buckled her in before he folded up the wheelchair and returned it to the hospital staff. He quickly returned to the car and wordlessly started driving back to their home. The drive was long and slow until they finally reached their destination; a small island just off the coast of Jump City. When they stopped and parked inside the Vehicle Bay, the companion started to unbuckle himself, but then stopped and placed a large, metal hand on the girl's shoulder.

"Raven, I know you've stopped talking since...well, since the incident. But you got to let it go. There was nothing you could do to stop it...We all tried to help him but it was just too late," said Cyborg.

Raven turned her head slowly and gave him a blank, dead stare.

Cyborg sighed and retracted his hand and finished unbuckling his seat-belt. Raven remained seated in the T-Car, just staring at the dash board. Cyborg waited for her to move, but she showed no sign. Sighing more, he opened the passenger door and unbuckled her and gently tugged on her until she got on her own feet and started walking with him. He stayed by her side the whole way up the tower to her room, there she actually started to show a bit more life and stormed into her room and slammed the door shut.

Cyborg shook his head sadly and rubbed his bald head in worry for her. He glanced down the hall and spotted a familiar head full of red hair peeking out from her room. He waved her over, and she floated out of her room and over to him.

"What did the doctors say about Raven's condition?" asked Starfire.

"They said she's still suffering from post-trauma from the whole incident. Can't say I blame her, I mean, it's been two months since...since," Cyborg looked away to hide the tears falling from his remaining human eye.

Starfire wrapped her arms around him and hugged him as she too began to cry. "I still cannot believe that he is gone, either. I still...I still can feel his arms around me!"

Cyborg quickly led her away from Raven's room, not wishing for her to hear their grief, not when her own was heavier than all of theirs. He led her back to her own room and they both sat on her bed, holding each other as they cried away their sorrow.

"Why, Cyborg? Why did Robin have to die?" cried Starfire, burying her face against his armor -plated chest.

He patted her back and held her close to him. "He did it to save Raven. He sacrificed himself to stop that damn new Brother Blood."

"X'Hal...He was a monster...a real living monster!" mourned Starfire, balling her hands into fists. "What he did to Raven...it was wrong!

"I know, Star. Let's not talk about it now," said Cyborg. "Raven doesn't need us talking or acting like this. She needs us to be her friends right now, and only that."

"But shouldn't we talk about it with her? Is that what we as her friends should do?" replied Starfire mournfully.

"The therapist said that it's not a good idea for..." He closed his human eye tightly as he literally had to force the vile word out of his mouth. "...raped victims to talk about it until some time and when they want to start talking about it." He grinded his teeth for a brief moment, then opened a glaring eye. "I swear we're gonna make the new Brother Blood pay for this. Someday, I'll make him pay!"

Starfire began weeping again, even louder.

Raven laid stoically on her bed, curled up in a tight ball and hugging herself. She could still remember every detail of the incident, his touch, his smell, his strength. It surrounded her like a disgusting moss that made her skin feel unbearable. There was only one thing that had kept her from losing herself, and that was Robin. He had saved her from the new, crueler Brother Blood. He came to her aid before he could finish his...dirty deed, and wrapped her in his warm arms, making her feel safe; if only for a brief moment before his blood suddenly splashed over most of her body, and then her world came crashing down hard. She blanked out after that and when she awoke, she found herself in Jump Hospital, covered in bandages and doctors murmuring over her about her rape.

They talked so plainly about it, like it was nothing. Like it didn't matter.

She hated how they talked to her when she regained consciousness, how the nurses eyed her with pity and looked away when they were caught staring for too long. But she understood that it was normal situation for them when dealing with rape victims. She knew she wasn't the only girl in the world to be ravaged like she was, and she knew she would not be the last one they see, but still she hated feeling like the victim, like some broken piece of goods, now tainted and untouchable. Yet, she hoped that the feeling would go away. She wanted to see Robin again and feel his warm, safe arms again, telling her that she wasn't broken, she wasn't filthy. She longed to get back to him and her teammates, but only Cyborg came to her side.

She didn't have to ask him what was wrong when she saw his grimaced face. He told her that the others were preparing to transport Robin to Gotham...to be buried.

Upon hearing that, she cracked. She didn't burst out into tears or scream wildly in denial. She simply just fell into her own personal void and let it slowly eat away her spirit, leaving this hollowed, pathetic excuse of a girl behind. The doctors in their great wisdom spoke fancy words and conditions to way she was acting the way she was, but all anyone had to do was look in her eyes and see she was dead on the inside.

Brother Blood, the new, young son of the previous Brother Blood killed her and Robin.

It was all his fault and the cult that helped capture her and trap her, and then take away her innocence and robbing her of the only person that could have saved her from her inner turmoil. They were all to blame for the state she was in now, for Robin's death. Her blank eyes flared red as she sat up from her bed and waved a hand to her bookshelf. An old black text instantly floated from it and into her hand.

"They took him away from me, they used me and left me to rot away slowly...now they will pay," growled Raven savagely. She waved her hand over the book and it opened instantly to the wanted page. "I never wanted this world to suffer because of my blood...but he ruined me, he took away my reason to care."

She read the wanted content and as she did, she used her powers to pull out candles and powders and oils that she would need. She floated to the center of her room while still reading the book. The powder formed a circle around her and the candles settled at appointed spots around it, as oils which followed her inside the circle smeared gently under her eyes and over her hands and a bit under her nose, so she could inhale their fragrance for the wanted effect her body would need to aid her mind for the spell she was working rapidly on. Her mouth opened as undistinguishable words poured from it and her room darkened to near pitch black before her candles ignited and bathed her in red light.

Once she was done speaking, she took a fingernail and dug it into her palm until it bleed deeply, not at all feeling or caring for the pain.

"You wanted a bride to fulfill my father's vow to you, Brother Blood," hissed Raven as she kept digging her nail into her up-turned palm, letting the blood fill it up and pouring over it and falling freely to stain her carpet. "You wanted to mix your blood and mine to end your family's curse...but now I will use this blood to end you and any that gets in my way!"

Images of his face flashed through her mind, his smug, pale, youthful face sneering down as he had his way with her. Were it not for the gag and the drugs his cultists had used to subdue her, she would have stopped him. But that was then. Now she wished for more, she wanted him to suffer ten times more than how he made Robin suffer. The more she dived into her spell, the more she no longer cared about what he did to her. No, what swam through her vengeful mind now was the pain that he inflicted on Robin. She had no idea what he endured as no one willingly told her the extent of his death, but from her brief memory and how everyone wouldn't speak of it, she knew he was put through something horrible.

"I call upon the spirits of havoc! Answer my call and drink from my blood, the blood of my father, Trigon the Terrible!" chanted Raven.

The flames rose higher from the candles, almost blazing over her head and lighting the room in deeper crimson light. From the roaring flames, three balls of fire erupted from them and floated around the magical circle.

"Who daressss sssssummon ussss?" whispered one of the balls of fire as a grotesques face emerged and ended in a fleshy, tadpole-like tail.

"I do, the daughter of Trigon the Terrible, summon you," snapped Raven, glaring at the floating evil spirits, amazed that her spell had summoned this specific type.

"We have heard your ssssummonsss and asssssk why," one of the spirits asked.

"I wish to seek revenge for the wrong committed to me and someone precious to me," answered Raven, eyeing the spirits--no, demons. Now that she analyzed them more, she could feel that they were demons. "I want to make the ones responsible to pay, and pay dearly!"

"We can make them your dessssire happen, but we want sssssomething in return," one of the demons hissed, darting quickly at her, but not passing the circle.

"If you want my soul, you can't have it. I'm in a really pissed off mood but I'm not stupid," growled Raven.

The demons hackled madly.

"No, no, not your sssssoul...we want mayhem! We want to sssspread panic on this realm...will you agree to thissss?" wondered one of the demons.

"So long as I see fit and that should I feel you are getting out of control or going back on our agreement, I will banish you back to where you came from, then I shall agree," answered Raven, glaring seriously at them.

The hissed darted around her faster, but then soon slowed down and started to speak in a twisted, guttural language amongst themselves.

"We ssssee into your ssssoul, the anger that wisssshessss to grow, but you're sssstill hampered by compasssssion!" growled one of them, this one twisting around.

Another stopped and hovered at her face level. "We cannot do anything with you!"

"No, not her, not her! But there is one we can affect...and he'ssss watching you, daughter of Trigon!" the third one said excitedly. "He hassssn't crossssed over yet. He'ssss waiting for you, wanting to be with you!"

"W-Who?" breathed Raven in wonder, her heart suddenly beating faster.

"R-Raven..." a familiar, ethereal voice whispered into her mind.

"...Oh, Azar. It can't be..." uttered Raven in complete shock, her blank eyes widening and sparking with the first sign of emotion since her assault.

The demons departed from around the circle and began to form a small circle just a foot away from hers. A transparent ghostly image began to appear within this circle and Raven new this one all too well. Although, she could not clearly see his appearance as his image was more of an outline, she could sense that it was his spirit.

"Robin!" shouted out Raven.

"R-Raven! Don't let them talk you into anything!" warned Robin, his voice echoing throughout the room."I don't want you to get hurt anymore!"

"It's too late, Robin....I-I want them to hurt. I want them to pay for killing you. They took you away from me, that bastard killed you when you saved me," mourned Raven, feeling tears fall madly down her cheeks.

"I know, Raven. I saw it all, and more...what he did to me, it was horrible," said Robin, running a transparent hand over his unseen face. "But...even when I died, I could not leave. I couldn't let Brother Blood get away with what he's done. I had to stay near you, had to keep by your side and help you through the pain."

"You were with me the whole time?" murmured Raven with raw emotion, not caring that her powers had started to bend and twist random objects in her room.

"I stayed. Even when I was felt the call to pass on, the force that wanted me to cross over, I stayed," said Robin, walking over to the edge of her circle, the demons moving with him to maintain him. "I watched you when you slept, when you were awake. I wanted so badly to tell you it will be fine. I felt no shame or wrong given up my life for you. Know that, Raven. I gladly would do it again."

"This isn't fair!" cried Raven, falling to her knees and clutching her head with her hands, smearing the pool of blood all over her face. "I want you back! I want you alive and them dead!"

"We can make it happen!" one of the demons spoke while still spinning around Robin. "He can come back to you, but not as he once was!"

"What? What will he become?!" said Raven frantically.

"If he accepts and you bind the offer, he will be our agent! Have our powers and become forever!" revealed the demon.

"What would I have to do as your agent?" asked Robin, fear edged in his echoing voice.

"Spread fear, yes joyous fear! Become an instrument of pain and havoc!" it replied to him, crackling madly.

"Will he retain his freedom of will? Or will he just be your puppet to use and toy." asked Raven jaggedly, her eyes beginning to blank over, feeling herself falling once more into her personal void of despair. She could not lose him again, not to something terrible as his death, it would completely break her.

"We will merge with him, be one with him! His will is his alone! We only want to spread havoc and pain! We wish to see this realm in terror!" said one of the demons.

The ghost of Robin watched Raven, seeing her fall once more into the depths of her inner self and knew she was losing herself. Death was supposed to have made time pointless to him, but watching her in pain, not being able to do anything felt like eternity of hell. He had to save her, even if the good of the one was greater than the many. She did not deserve to be in this pain, not when she fought so hard to help everyone, she should not have to bloody her hands like she had to call on these wretched things to gain some short, if momentary sense of gratification. He was already dead, damned to wander as a ghost because he did not cross over when he was supposed to. This was hell for him and he could not bear to continue this existence knowing that she was in annoy and he was powerless.

His rules or morals and ethics no longer applied now that he had died. His old life wasn't bound by the teachings he learned from Batman. He was nothing but a remnant of that person. He only had one thing tying him to this existence and she was in so much annoy, he wanted to do whatever he could to ease her pain...whatever it took.

"Raven, accept the offer. I will do anything to help you, anything. I want to keep you safe," said Robin, wanting so much to hold her.

"Robin? Are you sure...this could all go so wrong," whimpered Raven. She may not have cared what happened to her, but she would not allow anything more to happen to Robin, he had gone through a grizzly death because of her. He did not need to go through anything worse.

"I don't care. If I can stay with you, then damn the consciences!" stated Robin with a serious tone.

Raven wrapped her arms around herself and gazed up at his ghostly form. "I-If you do come back...w-would you hold me in your arms like before?"

Robin kneeled down, trying to get as close as he could that the two circles would allow. He knew the demons were toying with him, allowing him to be seen and heard by Raven and could easily banish him whenever they wished it, but they hadn't. For whatever reason, they were allowing him this chance and he was going to use it. He had to tell her what he longed to tell her after he died, what he knew she needed to hear while she cried herself to sleep.

"I will, Raven. I promise," vowed Robin, then he looked at the demons around him. "You heard me, I accept the offer."

"Bind now! Bind now!" all three demons shrieked, spinning madly around him. As they did, his image began to disappear.

Seeing this, Raven panicked in fear of losing him once again and reached out with her bleeding hand over the circle and tried to touch him. The demons did not waste any time. Robin felt himself being pushed toward Raven's hand and his face clamped down over her bloody palm, and he tasted. The first physical sensation he felt sense he died ran throughout his entire being and he let himself get lost by the powerful sense. The demons dove into his ghostly body and the entire room flashed and they were gone, along with Robin.

Raven screamed out his name and collapsed down on the floor, curling back up into a tight ball and crying mournfully, believing that it had all been a cruel trick and she had once again lost him. She crawled at her face and hair, screaming out his name repeatedly until her voice became hoarse and exhausting herself, then her mind shut down and she fell unconsciousness. The ordeal was just too much for her.

As she laid there on the floor, her body slowly rose up and she floated over to her bed, where she descended and the sheets were pulled up over her. A lock of her hair which had fallen over her face slowly moved back up, as if a hand was brushing it back...

A young man by the name of Mike Henson lounged in his recliner staring at the robes of his faith; a set of deep crimson robes with golden borders around the sleeves and hood. The Church of Blood had grown stronger and stronger each day since the new Brother Blood had taken his father's place. He was one of the lucky few that was found by the new Blood and given an honorable duty to locate and subdue the Bride of Blood, and had preformed his duty without flaw. It had been easy for him, really. All he had to do was watch where she went when she left the tower. Yes, he had to spend countless hours at the fishy smelling harbor, halfway freezing to death to analyze her pattern, but in the end it had paid off. He watched her when she left and followed her as best he could to wherever she went, from her little cafe shop on a corner, to the mall with the redheaded alien.

After watching her from the shadows, he had begun to worship her and pray to the powers that fueled Blood for the honor of revealing her true destiny to her. Now he knew she would not understand had he simply gone to her and explained her fate. She was still too young and was tricked by the machinations of this world to understand the truth. He had to think carefully to ensure she would be taken to her destiny, and he was proud of the well thought out plan he concocted. First, he had worked his way into the cafe, becoming an employee there and working there for three weeks until he was sure no one suspected him. There he waited until he was given the order from Brother Blood to retrieve her. When the order finally came, he slipped a sleeping drug into her tea and had one of the other employees deliver the tea to her. Timing it well, he knew the drug would not take effect for two hours, giving her plenty of time to leave the cafe and make her way back to her tower. He left the cafe and waited outside where once she was beginning to take flight, the drug kicked in and she fell unconsciousness.

Quickly, he grabbed her and stole her away in his van, taken secondary precautions as instructed by Brother Blood with her. He taped her mouth and bound her hands and feet and injected her with a special muscle-relaxer drug that Brother Blood had made especially for her. It would lax her muscles tendons, leaving her limp and unable to move at all should she awake and try to work her bonds free.

But before he drove off to take her to Brother Blood, he stopped and took a moment to admire the soon-to-be bride of his master. She was truly the perfect being to pair up to his master and could not have picked a better one in his entire lifetime. The thought of being so close to this perfect creature stirred an impulse in him that he could not control. This would be his only time alone with the bride and knew he would most likely never be this close to her again. Oh, he was not a fool. He was just a lowly follower, a faithful one, but he was still near the bottom of the chain. This was his one chance to touch divinity and relish it for his life. And so he did, he stroked her hair and took in the smell of her sweet skin, feeling the need to touch her grow stronger. He was careful as to not let himself give into his impulse. She was as sacred as his faith and he would not let his burning need spoil her, at least where it counted. For one, it would invoke the wrath of his master and he had no doubts he would meet a gruesome end should he learn of this intention. Yet, he had to at least sate himself before he lost control and ruined everything. it was maddening him just being this close to her.

He had prided himself of never giving in to his own desires, putting his faith toward Brother Blood before all else. Nothing could compare than to serving his master, but being this close to the chosen one of his master brought his suppressed instincts out and demanded to be satisfied. He was only mortal after all, which he hoped to one day ascend from once his master and bride marry and cleanse this world of all its impurities.

He smiled to himself in his chair as he remembered the moment. How he skillfully worked her leotard down and be rewarded with the sight of her flawless skin, to look upon her breasts and hold them in his very hands. His fingers worked around her warm mounds and kissed her darken nipples with passion that they deserved, for once thinking envious and negative feelings toward his master for having this beauty all to himself. He went no further than her chest as he did not trust himself to keep from going further and thus ruining her purity on his lord. His need burned all the same and he quickly solved this problem as he continued to caress her breasts. Working his hardened flesh out of his pants, he prayed once more to the powers for granting him this moment of bliss, and then wetting himself with his own saliva, he cupped her breasts in each hand and placed his flesh between them and gasped in ecstasy as her soft flesh graced his unworthy body. It had not taken too long for him to satisfy himself, having gone two times with her breasts, he worked himself off and found the greatest satisfaction he had ever felt in his life.

Once he had finished, he quickly cleaned her up as best he could until he was sure his action was unnoticeable on her body, then quickly put her leotard back in order over her, and finally drove her to meet her master and husband.

Things had gone well, Brother Blood did not suspect a single thing as he took his bride from him and began the marriage ritual that would bind them and fulfill the long awaited prophecy. He had begun consolidating the rite when she awoke and began to fight him. Thanks to the muscle-relaxer drug, her struggling hadn't put any damper for his master with continuing the rite. That was when her former companions arrived and the one that led them defiled the ritual by kicking his master away and touching the bride. Outraged, he took up the torch he had been holding during the ritual and rammed the spiky end through the blasphemes heathen's back. By that time, Brother Blood had regain his composure, he graced him with smile, nodding and being praised by his master for stopping the heretic. He then took care of the heathen himself and what a glorious sight of justice it was to watch his master punish the wicked Titan.

The torment had gone on for some time until his companions got to them and forced Brother Blood to end his punishment, cursing him and snarling at the heretics as they actually managed to force him to retreat.

After their escape, he was once more blessed as Brother Blood came to him directly and ordered him to once more capture his bride and bring her before him once more. Mike truly felt special and quickly accepted the duty once more. Not only had his master had trust in his abilities...but he would once more get to touch her divine body.

He smiled to himself as he already began planning out how he would get her and once more satisfy his needy flesh with her again. What could he say? He wasn't going to miss any opportunity he was given. Once more he would complete his mission and be rewarded with his master's praise....and his bride's skin.

A yawn suddenly erupted from him.

He looked over at his clock and saw it was getting late. Smirking in satisfaction, he stretched his limbs and made himself comfortable in his recliner. Tomorrow was going to be important as he had seen his master's bride leave the hospital, having camped near it to keep an eye on her until she wasn't being guarded. Sadly, the hospital had taken every precaution and made it impossible for him to get near her. That didn't slow him down, though. He knew sooner or later, she would be discharged and then she would be his for the taken...before he delivered her to his master.

A wide smile graced his face as he folded his hands behind his head and closed his eyes. He was beginning to get relaxed, when suddenly, a loud noise jolted him awake.

"What the!?" uttered Mike as his eyes darted around his place for the source of the disturbance. Seeing nothing, he growled in irritation and started to relax once more in his recliner. A louder noise came and Mike sat right up in his recliner, pulling out the revolver he had hidden inside his recliner. "Whoever is in here better get the fuck out. I will kill you if you don't leave!"

He waited for a reply but nothing came. He cocked the revolver and quietly got off his recliner and eyed his living room, silently making his way the wall leading to his hallway. Whoever was dumb enough to break into his place was soon going to regret it. No one defied a worshipper of Blood and lived to tell the tale.

He made his way to his bedroom, finding nothing suspense there, then into the bathroom; again, nothing suspense. When he searched his whole apartment, he began berating himself for being so paranoid as to think someone had tried to break into it. It was probably his anxiety on his mission that was overworking his nerves. That must be the cause of it. Growling at himself, he went back to his recliner and was ready to sit in it...when a footstep echoed right behind him. Spinning around, he drew his revolver and fired three shots as he turned around.

"I got you, you son of...huh?" uttered Mike as he glared at nothing but an empty hallway. "W-What is going on? I knew for sure someone was there!"

His eyes darted around his apartment, trying in vain to see what was causing all these bizarre noises. A loud tapping arose from his balcony window. He aimed the revolver at the sliding door and ready to fire it. That is, he was about to fire it when he saw a familiar feminine figure outlined by moonlight outside his window. Staring in disbelief, he lowered his gun and walked over to the sliding-door.

"My lady?" muttered Mike as the feminine figure opened the sliding-door and stepped into his apartment.

"I know what you did," said the lavender-haired girl as she sauntered over to him. "You were a very naughty boy..."

Feeling fear of being discovered, he dropped the gun and kneeled down till his face touched the floor. "F-Forgive me, my lady. I know not what overcame me. I could not control my weak flesh within your presence."

Her heard her giggled and a small hand caressed his back.

"Yes, you should be sorry, using me like that and not giving me anything in return," cooed her voice in a playful manner.

Mike's eyes widened in shock and he slowly rose his face from the floor. "...If my lady wants...maybe I can correct that mistake?"

"Oh, I plan on correcting the mistake all right..." her voice suddenly took on a masculine, gravely tone. "Once I crave the pound of flesh from your hide!"

Mike shot his head up and screamed pathetically when a disfigured male face shifted from the once beautiful feminine one.

"It's time to pay, Mikey-boy!" crackled the disfigured man as he reached out and grabbed Mike by the head and lifted him completely off the floor.

He threw him clear across the living room into the small kitchen. Mike smashed against his refrigerator, feeling blood pour down the side of his face. His vision was blurred and he could not make out anything, not even the dark figure stalking its way toward him.

He felt strong hands grab him once more and slam him down on the kitchen floor. "You know what they say about naughty boys, Mikey! If you play with fire, you're gonna get burned!"

The oven door flew open, licking out with roaring hot flames.

"No! NO!" screamed Mike as he fought against his mystery attacker, clawing at the strong arms holding him down.

The figure roared with mad laughter and picked Mike up with graceful ease, grabbing the back of his collar and pants and aimed him head first at the flaming oven. "Let's see what's cooking. Oh, wait! THAT'S YOOOOOUUUUUUU!!!!"

Mike struggled wildly in vain in the air as he was tossed right into the oven, screaming madly as the fire danced on his flesh and melting his skin like hot wax. Instinctively, he tried to back out of the fire, but hands had pinned his legs down and with a twist snapped them just above his knees and pushed his broken legs into the oven, affectively trapping him in his fiery torment. The oven door was slammed closed, crushing the rest of him inside and held closed while the fires did their work on Mike's now roasting corpse.

The oven door was pulled open and the disfigured person smiled at the charred remains of Mike Henson. "Hmm, I think just a little too over well-done. AHAHAHAHA!"

The charred body glowed with a bluish-white light before it rose up and sailed into the disfigured man's body. He growled out as his whole being shook with unbelievable joy as the energy invigorated him. "Mmm, that's just the start...the real nightmare has yet to begun."

The next morning, a concerned neighbor smelt smoke coming from next door. He called the fire department and they soon arrived. When they burst open into the smoky apartment, they came upon the sight of a charred body and recliner in the living room. The forensic later found the legs had at some point been broken before or during the man's death, but there was no sign as to what caused it or any clues as to who may have done it. They did find a revolver hidden inside the cushion of the chair, the chamber completely loaded...

During the forensic search, the team found Mike's robes and smoking as well. When they laid it out to see the damage, hoping to find the cause of the fire, they found a message had been burnt on the back of the robes.

'One, two, Ricky's coming for you

Three, four, Better lock the Door

Five, Six, Grab your Crucifix

Seven, eight, Gonna stay Awake

Nine, ten, Never...Sleep...AGAIN!!!'

A/N: Wow, this one just poured out of me, I couldn't stop writing it until now. I normally don't like fanfics where Raven is at some point raped and used by the villain or others, but it fit into this and I think it will set the element I wish to pull from this story. This is my first attempt at something like this. Not even in my other fanfic 'Scarlet Embrace' have I gone to this level to bring out a dark, haunting image of the Titan-verse. Rest assured, this is only the beginning. Let me know what you all think and please keep an opened mind. Raven has just suffered a traumatic experience of not only being physically assaulted but also bore the loss of one of her closest friends. (I'm a RobinxRaven fan, I don't give a damn what the original canon says or states.) And even if it's not love, they still had an emotional and spiritual bond that tied them together, so his death would bring about an unstable reaction from Raven, adding in the incident. Yeah, you try staying sane after all that happened to you. Anyway, I would like to hear your opinion and any flames will just be used to fry the rest of naughty boy Mike's roasted corpse....Hehehehehehehe!!!

Till then...