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I really like Raven from Teen Titans. Had an idea to do a sorta fanstory about her adjustment from seeing herself as evil to being good. I'm gonna change a few things, but I hope it'll be cool. Enjoy!


Azarath Metrion Zinthos.

Azarath Metrion Zinthos.

Azarath Metrion Zinthos.

Azarath Metri.....

"RAVEN!"

I can feel the blood vessels in my brain pulsing as I get up from my meditation position. Control. Control....

I open my door to find him there.

"Hey, Raven! You coming out of the dark yet?"

I keep my mind clear of emotions as I answer.

"No."

I try to shut my door quickly.

He wedges his huge foot in the doorway.

"Come on, Raven! Please come watch Ultimate Spiderman with us? Supposed to be as good as Generator Rex." He give me that annoying pleading smile. I did like Generator Rex, but using that as a bargaining chip is a low blow. Could be cool to go watch.

"I need to finish meditating."

"But..."

"DC! Come on! You're gonna miss it!" Gear calls from the living room.

I take this moment to kick his foot out of the way so I can shut the door. End of conversation.

"I..uh...guess you'll be out later."

I wait for DarkCrow's presence to fade off before getting back to my meditations. Focus my thoughts on the words. Focus on keeping things in balance. Be empty of all emotions. Be calm. Focus on your inner self....

My name is Raven. I am a monster. My "father" created me with intent to destroy the world. He wanted me to be his weapon. He failed. I renounced him and all he stood for. He retaliated by taking all he gave me. My life. My powers. Myself. I have no family. I'm nothing but a monster thrust from the shadows into the light. Now I'm waiting for the light to scorch this body to ash and bones.

...............................................

I have to come down for supper. Uncle Jacks as he tells us to call him because Supervisor isn't friendly enough Mr. Jackson says it's a house rule.

"It's not good for man or woman to be left alone," he rationalizes.

I think it's a waste of time. I'm looking for death anyway. Why leave a memory others will want to scrub away? Last thing I need is a bunch of noncaring folks feeling sorry for themselves over would of could of should of.

I sit as far from the others as I can, which happens to be the other end opposite Mr. Jackson. Seems he must never have more than 5 guests for dinner. I think I may be too far away from the mac & cheese. I don't want anyone watching me eat. Gear and DC take a car on either side of Mr. Jackson. They're always bursting with something to say about school, or projects or tv shows or something grossly boyish. 

"Let us say grace," Uncle Jacks Mr. Jackson commands.

The boys eagerly bow their heads. I bow mine. Mr. Jackson mumbles something about thanking some high God for the food and for us and life and such. I'm staring at the plastic cutlery next to my plate. They have the stainless steal stuff. I've seen it. Guess they're minimizing dishes for chore time. They don't think we're worth "normal" silverware.

Plates get passed around. I end up with garlic toast, meatballs in marinara, and a small portion of mac&cheese. I really was too far away from that. Boys always wolf it down before I can even get a smell. The boys go on with their lively banter as dinner ensues. Wish they would learn to close their mouths when they eat. Say it don't spray it. Boys are so gross.

I get by without having to talk much. Just nod and say either "yes" or "no". It works. For now. I haven't been here long so they are "giving me slack". Wish they would try harder to talk to me. Just because I act distant doesn't mean I really am. Wonder if I can make it last till I leave to the next home. And then till I'm 18 and free of this system.

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Comment by Falling Star on September 1, 2013 at 9:21pm

Interesting. I'd like to see more.

Comment by BladeAngel on June 14, 2012 at 12:03am
On the edge of my seat here!
Comment by BladeAngel on May 26, 2012 at 7:12pm
Awesome! Me like .-.

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