Many of you looked at last chapter's claims of another update and scoffed. I bring you, with scant hours to spare, the next chapter of Confiscated, before September even ends.

Beast Boy closed his eyes, trying to block the girl out. He'd nearly been free, and he wanted to get that way again before she pulled the standing stunt another time.

She huffed. "I said," she repeated, voice hinging on dangerous, "want to know a secret?" He wrenched his head away from the bed, peering into the darkness at her, eyes narrowed and distrustful, ears forward and trying to track her with more accuracy. His eyes were more or less adjusted, and he could see her outline without detail.

"I don't think I wanna know anything you're gonna tell me." Across the room, her silhouette started towards the door, moving with a speed and grace that was almost uncanny. Another giggle rang out, high and gleeful.

"But it's killing me, keeping it to myself. Aren't you just dying to know?" The green-skinned changeling set his jaw and started to fight her power, as recovered from the torture a few moments ago as he could hope to be. It was an odd sensation, being wrapped in her ability when she wasn't forcing him to do anything, like a thousand tiny strings were pulling him down.

The light clicked on and he let out a cry of pain, closing his eyes as quickly as he could. "Oops," she called, her voice airy and playful. "I forgot to warn you. I'm turning on the light."

Angelina could scarcely contain herself. The light was on, and she was moments away from sharing her secret with the ensnared hero. She was bouncing on her heels, drunk with anticipation for his reaction. His eyes were screwed shut against the light, but his ears perked up as she started towards the bed, half-skipping with giddiness. "Oh, come on, hero boy. Let me see those bright eyes." He winced away from her, eyes still closed.

She stood on her toes, leaning over the bed, the toothy grin on her face reaching her crazed and uncovered eyes. A muttered and childish "No" came from the green boy and her smile fractured into a clenched-jaw and mangled interpretation.

"I said. Open. Your. Eyes."

Beast Boy gave a startled cry as his eyes shot open, forced by her power, but he was still facing at the opposite wall. She reached out and grabbed his jaw, physically pulling him to look at her, the moment too sweet to spoil with her powers. He struggled, trying to throw her hand, and averting his eyes as long as possible. His face tipped fully to see hers but eyes disobeying, she whispered softly, "Do I have to ask you to stand again, or are you going to look at me?" With a steadying breath, the changeling looked over at her…

…and screamed.

Starfire flipped open her communicator, connecting with Raven just as the dark-haired sorceress disconnected from Robin's call. "I shall see you in the skies, my friend," she said.

"Good," Raven replied, pulling her hood up. "I was just about to tell you not to wait up. You cover the Eastern side of town, and I'll head West."

"I and Cyborg have already covered much of the district of shopping, Raven. Perhaps the district for business would be more rewarding of your efforts." A silent nod answered the alien princess's suggestion, and the screen went dark, call ended.

With that, she zipped through the massive tower's winding hallways and out the front door. The early evening sun sparkled brilliantly on the bay that guarded her home, but Starfire found it difficult to see the sun heading lazily towards the horizon as anything but a grim reminder of time slipping away.

Angelina stood back, her smile calmer and more smug as the shape-shifter stared at her, mouth and eyes wide.

"It's not possible," he breathed. "It can't be."

"Oh, it's very possible," Angelina said with a high little giggle. After letting out a horrified –and completely satiating- scream, the boy had fallen into a stunned silence, just as Johnny had done before him.

"You're her evil twin!" he shouted, sitting up against his bonds. The smile dropped off the murderess's face.

"What?"

"It's the only explanation. I've never seen a real evil twin before, I mean aside from Red X, but that wasn't ever proven, but you're… you're the real deal. The spitting image." He had leaned back somewhat to ease the strain on his shoulders, but still sat up, appraising her with some sense of awe.

"…you think I'm her …evil twin?"

"It all makes sense! I don't know how I didn't see it before. That's how you knew where she was when she ran away. Mystical twin senses." He wiggled his fingers appropriately, eyebrows raised.

"There is another explanation, you know," she said, brown eyes narrowing. "I am June."

"What? No, dude, that doesn't even make sense. Spooky mess-with-your-head villain does not fit you. Stick with the puppeteer thing. Very creepy, very you." His eyes went wide again and he gasped. "Wait, are you controlling June from another room? That's messed up!" He paused. "Well, that wouldn't explain how it's your voice, would it?"

Angelina placed a finger on her temple. "No. Are you familiar with Dissociative- you know what, no. How about this?" She twisted her wrist and her little marionette yelped and squirmed, trying to figure out how to ease the pain without a verbal command instructing him her will; she'd said nothing to tell him how to move and nothing he tried was good enough. As he writhed, she padded across the concrete floor and picked up her knife, discarded in the surprise of their short battle.

Beast Boy looked up at her in surprise as she silenced the command screaming in his muscles, standing over him with a knife and pulling the key to the handcuffs out of her pocket. She freed his left hand of its physical shackles and bound it quickly with a stern order not to move. She placed the knife gingerly in his waiting palm and he gripped it tightly, eyes going wide.

"Wait. Please! Not ag-aaah!" The knife tore into his thigh and dragged upward towards his hip, but stopped suddenly. His hand relaxed as she reached out for his wrist. She brushed it aside lightly and touched his new cut. As it began to heal, the look she gave him was pointed as her knife. As blood began to seep through her pant leg on the same spot, his arm jerked back up to the headboard, bidden to await the cuffs again. She leaned her weight on it to re-ensnare his arm, and he could only assume it, too, had healed.

He stared up at her as she leaned over him, and his eyes lighted on the faint scar above her eyebrow. June had gotten that scar only hours before, healing his cut. When it dawned on him that Angelina and June really were somehow one and the same, he promptly screamed again.

Some things just shouldn't be true.

Angelina is talking about Dissociative Identity Disorder, previously known as Multiple Personality Disorder. A large part of the reason this story went dark is because I was worried about this reveal. If anyone has any questions, feel free to ask them in a review or in a PM. My inbox is open.

...SnowFallsSlow...