Disclaimer: Want to know something shocking? I STILL don't own the Teen Titans

Author's Note: Well, it's been a while since I've been writing on this one, now hasn't it? I'm glad to be back though. I'm here with my biggest chapter yet (14 pages, over 6000 words), so I hope it satisfies you. I've written ten of those pages just tonight, so we'll see how it goes.

This chapter is a little more about business and less about romance, but I have some stuff in there. Just FYI.

Dedication: I dedicate this chapter to Jessemudflap. This person is one of the best author's I've ever read on and her updating of her stories finally gave me the kickstart I needed to start writing again. So, thank you, Jessemudflap.

Chapter Four: Unfriendly Territory

Silence filled the room. A surprise, considering what had just taken place there. The room was fairly dark, a sole lamp giving light to it. The room was also barren, save for two chairs and a table, both chairs metal. Both of them were scratched and scuffed. The chairs always remained in that room. They never left it. The table was also made of cold steel. This room was not one of living or happiness or even life.

This was a room of torture. That was its sole purpose. It was designed to intimidate people just by its décor and architecture. The walls, ceiling, and floor of the room were all cold, hard concrete. The only notable thing about the walls was the occasional bullet hole. There was no emotion dwelling in this room save for fear and anger.

Even the lamp which seemed to be the sole beacon of light in the room was tainted. There were spots of something on the light bulb which covered up some of the light. At first glance, the substance on the light bulb appeared to be some sort of black liquid. But it was blood.

Blood that had sprayed up onto the light bulb during the torture.

A man stood in the corner of the room, a small, sleek 9mm pistol in his hand. He'd had this weapon for several years now. It had become his personal weapon. He slowly returned the weapon to its rightful place inside his coat pocket. He always kept it there for personal protection. He knew that there were quite a few people who would probably like to see him dead. It was his job to survive. No one cared about anything here other than their own survival.

And the occasional good sex, which he had no problem with.

As he returned the pistol to its place, he took a last look into the room, taking time to glance at his current handiwork. Strapped to one of the chairs was a woman. She was dead. She had been shot in the back of the head. He chuckled wryly to himself. She had had no idea what was going on. All of a sudden, she had been picked up by Alliance troops and brought here.

On the other chair was a man. Actually, he was a high-ranking member of the resistance. He was also dead, having been shot between the eyes. Blood was splattered on the wall behind him. The cleanup crew will take care of that blood, he thought. They never let blood stain the wall. Of course, the man's technique had worked again.

He had learned exactly what he wanted to know. Fools, he thought. They always think I'm bluffing when I tell them what I'll do. They have no idea how far I'll go, do they? Once again, he laughed at the irony.

He stepped towards the door that stood behind him. As he was about to put his hand on the knob, the door suddenly swung open. Surprised by the sudden movement, the man instinctively felt in his jacket for the weapon. Once he saw who was in the doorway, he relaxed slightly. However, he knew that this was one man who would probably like to see him dead.

Richard Grayson stood in the doorway. His eyes seemed to burn a hole through the other man's head. "Did you get what you needed?"

The man chuckled. "Of course I did. I always do." He looked up to Grayson. "You should know that by now."

"Don't get smart with me, you bastard." He grabbed the other man's collar. "What the hell do you think you're trying to do? Are you just plain stupid?"

Calmly, the man reached up to his collar. He removed Grayson's hand from his collar, causing him to drop back to the ground lightly. "Calm down, Richard. Remember, we are on the same side."

Grayson stepped back from the man. "You listen to me, you son of a bitch. We may be on the same side, but that doesn't mean that I wouldn't hesitate to kill you. Never forget that."

This elicited a loud laugh from the man. "Richard, if you killed me, then who would do what I do?"

Grayson's eyes burned venomously into the man. "I think that we could live without your sarcastic wit." He then softened, taking on more of a business-like stance. "So, where did Slade go anyways? He's been gone for a week and a half and no one knows where he went."

The man held up a finger. "You mean you don't know where he went."

Grayson's eyes narrowed. "You found out?"

The man shrugged. "More or less. You remember that prototype for a transdimensional gateway that the Allied science department was working on?"

Grayson nodded, his eyes deep in recollection. "Yeah, I remember. I heard that it was destroyed in a lab experiment."

"Yeah, that's what the news media said."

Grayson's eyes widened in realization. "You mean - ,"

"Yes. In reality, it was stolen by operatives in the resistance. We don't know who these people are. They are very elusive. But it was stolen two weeks ago. The resistance has plenty of capable scientists. It's not that hard to figure out how to turn something on."

"But why would Slade want to go to another dimension? It doesn't make sense."

"Who knows, but who cares? It's not that important. Wherever he went or why he went doesn't really matter. The resistance is on the losing end of this war and they know it too. It won't be too long before we overrun all of their positions.

"Wherever he went, we'll find him and kill him. That simple."

"I hope you're right," replied Grayson. "There's a lot riding on this war. And I don't need you screwing it up for us."

The man laughed. "Trust me, if I'm going to screw anything, it's not gonna be this war."

"Trust you? Trust you? There isn't a snowball's chance in hell that I'll ever trust you." Once again, Grayson grabbed the man by the collar, this time lifting him up off the ground. "If you ever try to screw me over, I'll kill you."

He looked directly in the man's eyes. "Are we clear, Garfield Logan?"

Without waiting for a response, Grayson shoved Logan down. He turned his back on Logan and stalked off.

Logan called after Grayson, "Perfectly clear."


As Robin stepped through the portal, he found himself greeted with the barrel of a semiautomatic weapon. Immediately, his pulse began to race. He looked at the bearer of the weapon and was met with cold eyes. He set us up.

The rest of the Titans came through the portal. As they did, every single person in that room pulled out some sort of gun. In unison, they pointed their guns at the Titans.

Instinctively, the Titans raised their hands. Beast Boy leaned over to Raven and whispered, "We surrender?" She responded by lightly elbowing him in the ribs.

Slade turned around once he saw that his troops were revealing their weapons. He immediately took action. "All of you, put down your weapons," he said forcefully.

"No, that's fine. We like having loaded guns pointed at us," said Beast Boy sarcastically. "Especially with trigger-friendly people on the other ends."

The man holding Robin at gunpoint turned to look at Slade. "What the hell do you think you're doing, bringing them here?" He turned back to Robin. "I could shoot you now and not even think twice." He leaned in closer to Robin. "Whaddya think of that, you son of a bitch?"

Slade stepped forward and put his hand on the forearm of the other man. "Listen to me." The other man turned to look at Slade's eyes. "This is not what you think. They've come here to help. I asked them to."

Before Slade could continue, the other man interrupted. "You asked these people to come here?" he asked incredulously. "What is wrong with you? This bastard killed my brother." The man turned back to face Robin. "You put a bullet in his head." His finger tightened on the trigger. Robin tensed. "Maybe I should do the same thing to you."

Before Robin could even register any movement, Slade grabbed hold of the man's hand and yanked it upwards. The man pulled the trigger by reflex and the gunshot rang out through the room. Slade twisted the man's wrist, causing him to cry out in pain. He dropped his weapon.

Slade stepped forward, any sense of compromise gone. "Put your weapons down NOW," he said forcefully. Reluctantly, the other gunbearers complied, lowering their weapons.

Slade brought himself up to his full height, assuming the aura of a commander. "These people are not who you think they are. They are not the same people who have been hunting us since the start of this war."

The man who had held Robin at gunpoint stood up, holding his wrist. "Then do you mind telling us who the hell they are?"

Slade sighed. "It's a long story. When I went through the portal, I found myself in another world. It seemed like this one, but it was different." Slade smiled ruefully. "It was like the world we've always dreamed of. One where people are not oppressed, but are free to do what they want. No troops marching the streets, no curfew, no war. Freedom and peace.

"I tried to look for help in this place. The kind of help that the Resistance needs to combat the Unity Alliance. As I moved around the city, I learned of a group of young people who helped the public at great risk to themselves. They were never paid for their services. They simply did it because they had been gifted with powers and it was their duty to help the public."

He turned towards the Titans and waved his arm in their direction. "These people standing here before you are the same people that I'm talking about. In our world, these people are murdering sociopaths who care only for themselves. But these people standing here before you are not those people. These people are different."

"How do you know that?" a person yelled out from the group. "They could be screwing with us, trying to blow up our home bases. How do you know you can trust them?"

Slade smiled. "I don't. That's what trust is." He turned back to the Titans. "And it wasn't easy for them to accept this either. In their world, I am the evil, not them." This sent a considerable murmur through the crowd. "In their world, I'm the murdering sociopath who cares only for myself. It wasn't easy for them to gain a working trust with me. But they have."

He turned back to the crowd. "All I ask of you is that you give them the same respect that they have given me. You don't have to like them. But know that they are not your enemy. Your real enemy is out there in the city. Do not mistake these people for your enemy." With that, he finished his speech.

He walked back toward the Titans. Robin leaned over. "Do you think that'll be enough to sway them?"

Slade chuckled. "One thing you gotta learn is that my people may have itchy trigger fingers, but they have brains too. They'll give this a chance." He grabbed Robin's shoulder and pulled Robin's ear right next to his mouth. "Just don't screw this up or we're all dead." He released Robin's shoulder. "Got it?"

Robin nodded. Slade turned back to the crowd. He stepped down to the man who had attacked Robin. Slade put his hand on the man's shoulder. "So, will you trust me in this?"

The man slowly moved his eyes up to make contact with Slade's. Grudgingly, he nodded. "We will."

A smile broke on Slade's face. "Good. Just remember that I know what I'm doing. And if I'm wrong about this, I'll be the first one to take them down," he said.

"That's real comforting," said Raven.

Slade turned back to the Titans. "Well, I guess if you're going to help us, you should see what you're getting into. Come with me." He began walking towards the door. The Titans followed him.

As they were walking out, a man grabbed the shoulder of Beast Boy's uniform. "You try anything, I'll slit your throat myself," came the throaty, whispery threat. Beast Boy was then shoved forward. He turned around to see who had threatened him, but he only saw unrecognizable faces.

When she noticed Beast Boy had stopped, Raven turned around. "Hey," she called to him. He turned back towards her. "Are you going, or are you going to wait around here?" Beast Boy quickly moved back next to Raven, and they both exited the room.


As they walked through the corridor, Slade turned a corner and entered a room. There was a large table in the center of the room with about a dozen seats around the table. Cyborg commented, "This is some sort of briefing room, isn't it?"

Slade nodded. "Yes, it is. It's our official briefing room. Before I show you the headquarters of the Free World Resistance, I figured I should give you a detailed history on what caused World War III and what has happened since then."

Robin nodded. "Please do so." The Titans all sat down at the table, while Slade took the seat at the head of the table.

Slade began. "Through much of the 1950's, a lot of fear spread through the United States about the "Reds", or Communists. This fear caused internment camps to be built by President Dwight Eisenhower in 1958. If someone was even suspected of being a Communist, they were placed in an internment facility. This angered many liberal civil rights activists, but they were silenced by what was quickly becoming a militaristic United States.

"In 1960, Eisenhower's tenure as President ended, but the camps did not. Richard Nixon was elected President in the 1960 election. He campaigned under the promise of keeping the camps alive and by sticking with the policy of brinkmanship. His opponent, John Kennedy, campaigned under the promise of ending the internment camps and returning to diplomacy. Kennedy appeared to be in the lead, but a week before the election, he was assassinated by ultra-conservative John Nichols, a man who despised Communism and felt that every person had some "Red" in them. Who knows what may have happened had Kennedy won the election.

"After Nixon was elected, the United States went even further downhill. Riots erupted in many cities with mass lynchings of suspected Communists. One city, Austin, Texas, literally fell apart because of the riots. The rioters started a fire that rapidly went out of control. The fire managed to reach a nuclear power plant just outside of the city. The plant exploded. The entire city was destroyed. Nixon, seeing this as an opportunity to further his agenda of war against the Soviets, blamed the explosion on the Communists who were being attacked in the riots. This sent a wave of uproar through the country, with the public demanding immediate action.

"Meanwhile, the Soviet Union became increasingly worried with the unstable political climate in the United States. To protect themselves, they began increasing their activity in the Caribbean area, specifically around the island of Cuba. Fidel Castro, the Communist leader of Cuba, welcomed the Soviet assistance with open arms. The Soviet began increasing their military presence there. Eventually, this included nuclear weapons.

"The United States, even more unstable than it had been in 1960, learned of this new threat. Nixon demanded the immediate removal of the nuclear missiles from Cuba. Soviet premier Nikita Khrushchev refused to capitulate, stating that the Soviet Union was keeping the missiles in Cuba for its own protection. On June 26, 1961, Nixon responded by invading Cuba.

"Before American troops could reach the missiles, all of them were launched. Fifty missiles from Cuba landed on the United States, destroying every major city in the country. The United States then sent over 500 missiles towards the Soviet Union. Before its command centers were destroyed, the Soviet Union sent another 300 missiles at the United States. Both countries were completely decimated. To this day, the land where the countries used to be is still uninhabitable. The radiation from the missiles is so severe that it will literally kill you in minutes. As far as casualties go, we've never been too sure. We think that around 125 million Americans and 140 million Soviets were killed by the missiles.

"With the destruction of the Soviet Union and the United States, the smaller nations of the world began to turn on each other. Pakistan and India went to war, the entire Middle East region disintegrated into destruction, China annihilated Taiwan, and the Korean peninsula was destroyed. One of the most devastating attacks was when Germany attacked France and England. Bitter over their loss in World War II, Germany used the destabilization as an opportunity to take revenge. They had secretly built up armies and used them to invade France. Once England discovered this, they used their nuclear weapons against Germany. Little did they know that the fallout from their attack would blanket France, wiping the country from the face of the earth.

"The war ended in November of 1961. By the end of the war, over one billion people had been killed. Out of the ashes, the fascists grew to power. They took over all of the remaining world governments and used them to create one all-powerful, all-encompassing nation known as the Unity Alliance. The Unity Alliance rapidly spread throughout the world, and before March, 1962, it encompassed the entire world.

"While at first seeming like a benevolent and kind nation, wanting to rebuild after the devastating war, it quickly became clear that this government was headed down the wrong path. Critics of the government began disappearing. People started randomly disappearing for no reason whatsoever.

"My grandfather, Senator Richard Wilson from Iowa, was the only surviving member of the United States government, as far was we know. He learned of this Unity Alliance. At first, he too was seduced by its false promises. But he quickly realized the truth. He knew that this government was heading down the path of an oppressive, dictatorial regime. At the end of 1962, he established the Free World Resistance, which continues to this day, as you know.

"It took many years for the Resistance to get the attention of the Alliance. In fact, it was not until around fifteen years ago, in 1991. My father, the leader of the resistance at the time, planned a bombing in Unitopolis at a celebration commemorating the 30th birthday of the Unity Alliance. The bombing was very successful. Around 100 people were killed in the attack, and public confidence was shaken for the first time since the end of the war. The people were shaken by the fact that a bunch of terrorists had actually managed to bomb someplace. It shattered their sense of invincibility and was a major victory for the Resistance."

"You call the killing of a hundred people a victory?" asked Raven.

Slade shook his head. "I regret deaths that are caused during our attacks. But the casualties could have been much worse. My father intentionally used the device so that there would be as few people killed as possible. The casualties could have been in the thousands."

Slade continued with his history of the Resistance. "Since that bombing, the Alliance has taken a much greater interest in our destruction. They have been much more active in their search for us. Recently, the violence has escalated even further. The public is getting tired of guerilla-style hit and run attacks. Many in the public are beginning to share our viewpoint. Any person even suspected of being a Resistance member is immediately rounded up and taken to detention. This is eroding public morale.

"Soon, the world may be at war again. Hopefully, it will have a better outcome than the last war that was fought."

Silence filled the room at the end of Slade's lecture. Smiling, he asked, "Any questions?"

Beast Boy asked, "Yeah, if the US was destroyed, then where are we right now?"

Slade turned around. "Excellent question." Slade touched a few buttons on a keypad, and a map of the world lit up the table below them. The Titans stood, taking in the map in astonishment.

"What kinda technology is that?" asked Cyborg.

"It's a holographic image processor," responded Slade. "Imagers inside the table put out any information I send to it. It could be a map, like this, or it could be videos or pictures. Pretty much anything you could think of."


Slade laughed. He then looked at the map. He pointed to a glowing dot that was in what used to be Great Britain. "This is where we are. Unitopolis. The old city of London was rebuilt and renamed Unitopolis. Some parts of London still exist to this day, such as Trafalgar Square and the old Parliament building."

Starfire pointed to a blinking yellow dot on the map that was in Australia. "There are many of these on the map. What are they?" she asked.

"All of the blinking dots you see are Resistance bases. We have dozens in every continent of the world except Antarctica."

Slade turned back to the keypad and punched a few buttons. The map on the table disappeared, returning the table to its stale, function-over-form gray color. Slade moved toward the door. "If you'll follow me, I'll show you the rest of our facility."

As he stepped out of the door, the Titans followed him. They walked through corridors and took several turns before they entered a room filled with computer monitors. Cyborg's eyes lit up. On the sides of the room, there were about three workstations on each side, each with a person working. Some of the people had headsets attached to them. On the floor in the center of the room, what appeared to be a tactical display floated a foot above the ground. In the display, there appeared to be random numbers floating around, with a partially formed picture in the center. On the rear wall of the room sat many computer monitors linked together to form a map of what appeared to be satellite activity above the earth.

Slade stepped forward. "This is our operations room, or as many call it, the TAC room. This room is where we direct the operation of the Resistance from. Everything that goes on, from attack sites to advance intelligence to requisition orders, comes through here first."

He motioned towards the workstations. "This is where supervisors can regulate attacks. They can give orders from here and can give strikers a heads-up if they have Allied troops coming in on them."

He then looked towards the hologram in the center of the room. "This is used for large-scale assaults, if necessary. All operations can be routed through the central processor in case of an emergency. What it's doing right now is gathering intel from Allied computers and sifting through it by priority. If something urgent comes up, every computer station in this facility will have a flash from this processor, informing them of the situation."

He then walked towards the screen at the back of the room. "And this here is a more conventional display system. It gives information on massive Allied troop movements and is also gives us positions on the satellites that the Alliance has in orbit. Several of these satellites house nuclear warheads, and we have to keep an eye on them to see if any of them are launched."

He then turned and headed back to the exit of the room. He turned around and called back to the Titans, "If you'll follow me, please." The Titans followed him out the room.

Cyborg continued to stare at the room, completely in awe. Beast Boy stuck his head back in the doorway, seeing that Cyborg was still in there. "Hey, Cy!" he yelled. Cyborg turned to look at him. "Come on."

Cyborg turned around and walked out of the room. He looked at Beast Boy. "I've never seen anything like this place. I mean, it's unbelievable. There's so much cool tech here that I've never seen before and - ,"

"Hey, Cy."


"You do realize it's me you're talking to, don't you?"

Cyborg nodded. "Right."

They walked through the corridor until Slade turned into another large room. Inside the room were racks and racks of weapons. Everyone's mouth dropped in awe. There were literally hundreds, maybe thousands of weapons inside the room. Row upon row, column upon column of weapons.

Slade spoke up. "As you can probably tell, this is our armory. We house every type of weapon we have in here. You'll find everything from semiautomatic weapons to pistols to C-4 inside here. Ammo is kept in a separate room from here, which I'll show you later."

Robin stared at the room, dumbstruck. "How many guns do you NEED?!" he asked, incredulous at the sheer volume of weapons before him.

Slade laughed. "You'd be surprised how much we use. Every Resistance base across the world has an armory just like this one. While not everyone has the TAC room, the armory is omnipresent in Resistance bases."

Slade turned around and exited the room, the Titans following him. It was kinda becoming old hat for them to just follow him out of the room as he left.

As they walked down the corridor, Slade stopped for a moment next to a door. He motioned toward the door. "This is the ammo room. Obviously, it's where we keep all of our ammunition for our weapons."

He continued walking down the corridor, taking a turn to the left. Again, he stopped in front of a door, this time an open door. "This is our infirmary. It's pretty self-explanatory, and it's not one of the better places to be while you're here. Hope none of you need to use it."

He continued on, going down the corridor, taking one final turn to the right. At the end of the hallway, there were six doors. "I've had rooms prepared for each of you, and you're lucky that you're in your own rooms. Most of my people usually have a roommate, whether they want to or not."

Robin stepped forward. "It's no imposition if you want to put us in two or three rooms as opposed to five. It's fine."

Slade laughed. "Trust me, you want the full room to yourself. The rooms are about the size of a closet, give or take. The door at the end of the hallway leads to the bathroom." Raven inhaled, but Slade beat her to the punch. "Before you ask, they're unisexual." All of the Titans grimaced. "I know, they're not what you'd prefer, but we have to make do."

Robin nodded. "We'll deal with it." Robin inhaled, preparing to speak. "Thank you for sticking up for us back there."

Slade laughed. "Wouldn't be very smart of me to turn on you, now would it?"

Robin smiled. "Still, thanks for sticking out for us." Robin extended his hand. Slade looked down at the hand, smiled, and shook it.

He then released Robin's hand and spoke to the group. "The night's almost over, meaning that the watches will be switching over. For today and the coming night, feel free to explore the facility. After tonight, I should have a better idea about what's transpired since I was last here."

He turned to leave, but stopped. "There's just one rule: don't go into someone else's room without permission. Quarters are tight enough, and a stranger walking into their room is bound to agitate people."

Robin nodded. "Will do."

Slade responded, "Excellent." He then turned to leave. "I'll see you tomorrow," he said, walking down the corridor and taking a turn.

Cyborg inhaled. "Well, I guess we should see what these rooms are like."

BB nodded. "That's probably a good idea."

Before the Titans could disperse, Raven spoke up. "Hang on. Are we going to set some, you know, regulations about the bathroom? I don't particularly mind using the same stalls as you guys, but showering with you at the same time wouldn't sit well with me."

Robin nodded. "Yeeeeeeaaaaah, I see your point. I would say that we should just set a time for when girls do showers and when guys do showers. And we don't really have to decide that now, do we?"

"No, I suppose not," said Starfire.

"Good. Then, uh, I'm gonna check out the rooms." Robin turned and walked toward one of the doors. He opened the door, and found that Slade was only partially exaggerating about the size. On one side of the room, there was a bunk bed. On the other side, there was a desk with a chair. In the back wall was a small closet for clothes. Robin laughed. "It's like a college dorm," he said. He then stepped inside.


Later that evening, Beast Boy and Raven were walking through the hallway together. They'd heard Robin talk about a really cool place where you could actually see most of the city. Raven and Beast Boy decided to go there to see what it was like. As they walked, BB tried to make some small talk.

"So, what do you think of this place so far?" he asked.

Raven exhaled, trying to come up with the right words for her answer. "Well, I think that we can trust Slade. He seems like a decent guy."


"I'm just not sure about the rest of it. I mean, I've seen the way people look at me and it's like they're looking at the enemy. They give all kinds of judgmental and hateful stares that it's disturbing. And this is me saying this."

Beast Boy sighed. "Yeah, I would probably agree with you on that too. It seems like no one here trusts us except Slade." Beast Boy cocked his head at an angle. "But then, I don't really blame them for hating us. At least I don't right now."

"Really?" said Raven. "Now why do you say that?"

"Well, look at the way we treated Slade when he first showed up. We locked him in a cell and treated him with disdain and contempt. We didn't trust him. It took time for him to gain our trust. I think it'll just take time for us to gain the people's trust."

They continued walking in silence for a moment, until Raven spoke. "Beast Boy?"


"How do you feel about………I mean………what I'm trying to say is………" She stopped in mid-question, not wanting to go back down this avenue that had already been tread by her and Beast Boy.

"What?" asked Beast Boy. "What do you want to ask me?"

Raven inhaled, not wanting to ask him but knowing that she had to ask. "How are you going to handle seeing Terra again?"

For a moment, Beast Boy was silent, a pained expression crossed his face. Shit, thought Raven. I shouldn't have asked that.

Beast Boy closed his eyes, then reopened them. "I'm not worried about it," he said. "I told you before we came here that I was done with Terra. I meant it. I have no feeling for Terra anymore, especially for one who is a murderous psycho."

Raven's face relaxed. "You really mean that?"

Beast Boy nodded. "Yes. You are the one that I care about, Rae."

Before Raven could respond, they turned a corner and were there. They stood on a balcony overlooking a good portion of the city. Both Raven and Beast Boy gasped.

The city was magnificent. There were gleaming buildings off on the horizon, some reaching to what seemed to be the heavens. The buildings curved and flowed. They didn't put function before form. They put form before function. When together, the buildings created a beautifully seamless and stunning visual.

Closer to the balcony, there stood some older buildings. What appeared to be Trafalgar Square stood about half a mile away from the balcony. They also saw the old Parliament building, with Big Ben still standing just the way it was back home in their world.

What was even more beautiful was that the old and the new didn't clash. They gleaming silver of the new didn't clash with the rust of the old. The two combined and formed a stunning piece of art that was breathtaking.

Beast Boy breathed lightly. "It's too bad this city's on the wrong side."

"Yeah," said Raven. "It's beautiful."

Without meaning to, Beast Boy slowly slid has around behind Raven's back and around her waist. He rested his hand on her hip. He stopped looking at the city and started looking at her. She looked so unbelievably amazing in the sunset. He smiled lightly.

Raven looked up at him. She saw his smile and suddenly realized that his hand was on her hip. What was even more surprising was that she didn't mind. Actually, she kinda liked it.

Slowly, Beast Boy pulled Raven into a kiss. The kiss was at first light, but then became deep and passionate. Beast Boy slid both of his arms around Raven's back while she snaked her hands up behind his neck. God, this is so unbelievable, thought Raven. I never thought that I would ever do something like this. This is so unbelievable. It's so passionate, it's so –

Without warning, Beast Boy broke away from the kiss. He took his hands away from her back and stepped backward a step. "I'm sorry," he said. "I should have asked before I did that. I shouldn't have done that without asking you."

Raven laughed. "Beast Boy, I told you before, don't be sorry." Smiling as she went, she left the balcony and walked back towards her room.

Beast Boy followed her with his eyes as she left. He sighed. Man, this is unbelievable. I can't even believe what I'm doing here. She doesn't mind? Meaning she actually likes it? Wow! I mean, any other girl would probably be pissed off about being dragged into a kiss all of a sudden. But Raven likes it. It's unbelievable. Smiling, Beast Boy took one last look at the city and then stepped off the balcony.

He headed back towards the general direction of his room, thinking only of Raven and how beautiful she looked in the sunset.

Suddenly, a fist landed in Beast Boy's face and knocked him flat on his back. As he fell, he whacked his head on the floor hard. He could feel his skull start to swell. Before he could get up, a knee landed in his stomach, causing him to cry out in pain. He looked up to see who his assailant was.

Above him was a man with indistinctive facial features. But there was no mistaking the voice. "Remember me, you bastard?" He grabbed Beast Boy by the collar and shoved him up against the wall. "I told you I'd slit your throat if you tried anything." He smiled venomously. "I couldn't wait up for you, so I figured 'what the hell' and thought I'd kill you now to put you out of your misery."

Beast Boy coughed and spat up some blood. Definitely something broken, he thought. "Why are you doing this?" he managed to ask through gritted teeth.

"Why?" The man pulled out a knife from behind him. "Because I saw what you did to them. What you did to her," he said. Tears began to well in the man's eyes, both from sadness and anger. "And I swore to myself that I would kill you if I ever got the chance." He leaned in towards Beast Boy. "And now I have that chance," he spat.

He raised the knife and plunged it into Beast Boy's right shoulder. Beast Boy screamed in pain. Tears filled his eyes as he looked down to see the knife protruding from his shoulder. He started to get dizzy. He felt the knife get pulled out of his shoulder. More intense pain filled his body as blood began to flow out of his shoulder. He brought his hand up to try to staunch the blood loss.

As he did this, the man plunged the knife into Beast Boy's side, renewing his screams of pain. Dark spots danced before Beast Boy's eyes as he felt pain rush up his side to inflame his whole body. Soon, his whole world was nothing but pain, and even that world dissolved into oblivion.

Author's Note: So, do any of you think I just killed Beast Boy. I won't tell you, you'll have to wait until I update again. Which will hopefully be soon.

Anyways, I have to say, my favorite scene so far in this story is the opening one. I love scenes like that that are kinda mysterious and then reveal something so disturbing. It's just so much fun.

But it was also fun coming up with all that history stuff. I weaved in some real events (Cuban Missile Crisis), sped up some events (JFK assassination), and added in events of my own (destruction of Austin). That's something that's just a lot of fun to do.

Anyways, I hope that you enjoyed this chapter. Were any of you annoyed by the fact that it was mainly business? Are you on the edge of your seat from the cliffhanger?

Until next time.