Fan Fiction ❯ Hell Hath No Fury ❯ Come Together ( Chapter 9 )

Chapter 9: Come Together

 

The Reaper let out an angry snarl as he pulled himself to his feet. That last attack from Cyborg had caught him off guard, and had been dead on. If he had seen it coming, the Reaper could have easily used his powers to dodge the sonic blast. Yet, he had gotten careless. Nothing mattered but achieving victory, because nothing mattered to him but the welfare of his sister. All of his attachments to the Titans had to be forgotten. All guilt had to be once again set aside if he was to regain the sheer invincibility he once had. If he focused, he would be unstoppable. Yes. Nothing would be able to stand in his way, and all would perish before the might of the Reaper once again.

 

Robin rushed to Starfire's unconscious body lying on the floor. After the Reaper's attack had been halted by Cyborg, Starfire continued to fall. As fast as Robin is, he was not fast enough to prevent her unnecessarily hard landing. Finally reaching Starfire, Robin knelt down and worriedly looked her over checking for any damage. Robin glared at the Reaper as he picked Starfire up and cradled her in his arms. Strangely, the Reaper seemed to have been going through a mental conflict and had spaced out. Thinking it best, Robin took this brief pause in danger to carry Starfire to a secure corner of the garage where he hoped that she would be safe.

 

Cyborg eyed the Reaper curiously as he descended the stairway leading down into the tower garage. Something had seriously changed with him. Cyborg had heard the last bits of the Reaper's talk with Robin, and he sounded normal and calm. Yet, something must have snapped within the Reaper when Cyborg attacked him. The Reaper looked like he had seriously lost it. Reaching the floor of the garage, Cyborg slowly walked towards the Reaper, who was now just leaning against the corner of the garage laughing to himself every few seconds.

 

“Um… Reaper,” Cyborg hesitantly began while raising an eyebrow as the Reaper laughed to himself again, “are you… um… are you okay. I didn't knock something loose in that head of yours when I hit ya, did I?”

 

The Reaper laughed sinisterly and looked up at Cyborg as his eyes glowed red once again. “You don't understand, mate,” the reaper laughed. “I am perfectly fine, no thanks to you.” The Reaper pushed himself off of the garage wall and began to walk towards Cyborg. “You tried to let Trigon kill my sister, didn't you? You want her dead! You tried to turn me against Trigon. You tried to make me betray him. You planted doubt in my mind, but I can see clearly now. Trigon can't be defeated. I've tried, and I have failed. I can feel him, you know? He keeps a small grip around me. I can feel him, and I know what is happening. He is in the midst of a battle, and he is winning like he always will.”

 

Robin walked up beside Cyborg, having placed Starfire out of harm's way, and gripped his bow staff tightly in preparation for whatever the Reaper was going to do. “We offered to help you, Reaper,” Robin said sincerely, “and we meant that. We want to help you and we want to try and save your sister. She is as much as a victim as you are in this. None of this is your fault. We don't blame you for anything. We just want to help you. Trigon is evil, and you don't have to be. Just help us, and we'll help you.”

 

“Never again will I strafe from my job,” the Reaper said coldly. “When I even think of betrayal, my sister is hurt and I cannot do anything to stop her pain but be loyal. I will not hurt her again. I can't willingly put her in danger anymore with false hopes that Trigon will one day fall. I…I-“ The reaper looked away briefly with a pained look on his face before turning back to Robin.

 

“That was strange,” the Reaper stated more to himself than the two Titans. `What just happened? I've never felt this before,' the reaper thought to himself. `It's… It's gone. Not like before, but completely gone. Trigon's hold is gone. It's not even possible, but I feel it. It isn't like before. He hasn't just loosened his grip. He's lost it. At least for now, I am free. How can this be happening, unless... no! It can't be because he is…'

 

The Reaper's eyes widened as a sudden realization hit him. “Trigon is loosing. I don't know how, but he is loosing. But, no one can beat Trigon, can they?” The Reaper looked from Robin to Cyborg before he knew exactly what he had to do. “I've… I've got to go.”

 

Cyborg was taken aback by the Reaper's statement. It just came out of nowhere. One second he was murderous and hell bent on making his loyalties know to everyone, and now he's got his mind on Trigon's destruction. This did not make any sense. “Hold on. Where are you going to go? We ain't done here. I've got some questions for you.”

 

“Yes we are,” the Reaper said softly. “I… I was wrong about everything. You were right. Trigon lost his grip on me just now. I don't know how exactly how it happened, but I think it is because he is loosing the battle he is currently in. I don't know anyone who can beat Trigon. Not even Raven has that kind of power. Yet, something happened, and now, Trigon is loosing. If Trigon is loosing, that means he can lose. However, what is more important is that if Trigon is not watching me or keeping tabs on me, then I have a chance to do what I've been tying to do for three years. I'm going to go save my sister.” With that, the Reaper focused his teleportation powers, and disappeared with a flash of light leaving the two Titans extremely confused.

 

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Raven was alive, which was something she should have been grateful for. Beast Boy had freed himself from the chains that were designed to drain his energy, which was something that she should have been thankful for. For one brief moment, she and Beast Boy had been reunited, which was something that should have meant the world to her. Yet, none of those things mattered to her right now. They would have been the most important things in her life, if not for a singular… minor… detail.

 

“Ahhh,” Raven screamed in agony as she tried to heal her broken leg. She had landed on her leg in the worst possible angle, which caused her leg to break completely. Fortunately for her, the utterly shattered bone had not punctured her pale skin. Thus, the wound could be easily healed… if she could first set the bone. Having someone else do it is easy. Doing that alone is the most difficult thing in the world.

 

Raven took a deep breath as she placed one hand on each side of her leg just above where she had broken it. Normally, a person was to have their bone set by pulling the broken part back into place. Unfortunately, that would require Raven to be able to bend her arms in an unnatural fashion. Thus, Raven was forced to do something not normally recommended. She had to push the upper portion of her bone to fit with the lower, broken portion. Ultimately, such an act could do more damage than good, but Raven had little choice in the matter. Something had happened, and not even she knew how to explain it. She just knew, deep down she knew more than anything in the world that Beast Boy was in way over his head. However, she had to fix her problem before she could move on to fixing his.

 

Raven took another deep breath and prepared herself for what would undoubtedly be the worst experience in her life. Slowly, just to get a feel for what she was in for, Raven put just a tiny bit of pressure on her leg… before suddenly falling backward and cursing madly. `This sucks!' Raven screamed in her mind.

 

Raven looked over towards Beast Boy, or Trigon, or whoever Beast Boy's body was anymore. The last thing she saw was Beast Boy's soul going back into its body and then Trigon seemingly stopped struggling all together. Beast Boy's body had just gone limp, but had begun levitating a foot off the ground. Something had happened. That much Raven was sure of, but she did not know if it was either good or bad. All she knew was that she could not do a thing about it. As long as she was injured, she was helpless to save Beast Boy from whatever had become of him.

 

Sighing more out of dread than frustration, Raven reluctantly sat back up and eyed her broken leg once more. If she was to do anything at all, she had to heal her leg first. With trembling hands, Raven placed them once again on her injured leg in preparation for her next action. It is said that a person is incapable of doing harm on themselves unless there is something wrong with their mindset. Yet, for Raven, she had no faulty mindset to force herself to do what she was about to do. She had to fight through every human defense mechanism she had to do what had to be done. The dark teen closed her eyes and prepared for the pain that was to follow.

 

“I wouldn't do that if I were you, love,” a voice interrupted out of nowhere.

 

Shocked, Raven took her hands off of her broken leg and jolted her head up in the direction of the mysterious voice. What she saw was something that she had not expected. The Reaper stood mere feet to the right of her looking worriedly at her broken leg. “What are you doin-”

 

“Let's save the chit chat for latter, love,” the Reaper smirked. “We should really get that leg set into place, and don't even start off saying that that was what you were about to do. The fact is, love, that would have been all right if you were alone, but now I am here. I can do it quicker, I can do it cleaner, and I can quite possibly do it less painfully than you can alone. So, just sit back and… do you have something to bite down on?”

 

Raven shook her head and scoffed. “Not unless I acquire a taste for rocks.”

 

“Okay,” the Reaper held in a laugh as he looked around for something for Raven to use. “Um… here,” the British teen carefully handed the downed Titan his sickle. “Bite don on the end there. Trust me, this is going to hurt.”

 

Raven did as the Reaper suggested, and placed the end of his sickle in her mouth and bit down on it. She knew what the Reaper was going to do next, but that knowledge did not make her situation any easier. The Reaper knelt down and took Raven's leg in his hands. Without warning, he pulled the lower part of her leg out and into place with the upper part, causing Raven to scream out in pain through the end of the Reaper's sickle. Fearing vengeance from the Titan, The Reaper immediately retreated several feet away from Raven and teleported his sickle back into his hands once her cried had died down.

 

“You could have given me some kind of warning, Reaper,” Raven scolded as she called upon her healing powers to complete the healing process on her leg infinitely faster than it would have taken naturally.

 

“First off,” the Reaper began, “it's the Reaper, love. Why are all of you forgetting that? The the is part of my name. Remember that. Secondly, setting your leg would have hurt far worse if you had prepared for it. I did you a favor, love. Let's hope that you never learn that the hard way.”

 

“Whatever,” Raven scoffed. “Why are you here?” She did not know why she asked that. She did not care. True, he had helped her, but figuring out what happened to Beast Boy and Trigon was the only thing consuming her mind at the moment. Gratitude had to take a back seat.

 

“I'm here,” the Reaper stated simply, “because Trigon is no longer watching me. I have no idea how, but for the moment, I am free of him. So, I've got two questions. Where is Trigon, and why is lover boy floating off the ground over there? That is just plain creepy.”

 

Raven's eye twitched angrily at what the Reaper had said. “His name is Beast Boy, not lover boy, and right now, he could be in trouble. To make a long story short, both Trigon and Beast Boy are in Beast Boy's body, and his body has not moved since they both merged together. I'm… I'm worried about what could happen to him. Something is happening, and I have no clue how to stop it.” Raven finished mending her leg as best she could. The pain was gone, but she would not be able to walk on it for a few weeks. With the pain gone, Raven was able to concentrate enough to levitate her body off of the rocky ground.

 

The Reaper watched as Raven struggled to get herself off of the ground, but his mind was elsewhere. It was not difficult to put two and two together to figure out what Trigon wanted with Raven after she had refused to give in to her hatred. Raven was useless to Trigon, but he wanted to make her pay, and Beast Boy's body was the way to do it. The Reaper guessed that Trigon had fused himself to Beast Boy's body to mock Raven, but somehow, according to Raven, Beast Boy's soul fought back. Then, it hit the Reaper.

 

“They're fighting,” the Reaper spoke up suddenly looking at the levitating body of Beast Boy.

 

“What?” Raven asked confused.

 

“Beast Boy and Trigon,” the Reaper continued, “they are fighting inside the changeling's body. You said that they both merged with the body. Obviously, neither have full control or he wouldn't be inactive like he is now.” The Reaper looked at Raven grimly. “We have to prepare for the worst. If Trigon wins this fight, then he'll be able to force me to teleport him out of here with his new body unless I do something. I can make sure that that doesn't happen though. I can rip Trigon out of Beast Boy's body using the same spell I used to get Beast Boy's soul out, but if I do it now, he'll put my sister in danger and force me to fight against you both. Where is my sister? If I can free her and teleport her to safety, then Trigon will have lost his leverage on me. Then, we can all fight him.”

 

Raven's spirits instantly rose, though she did little to show it. Before, she was lost and confused. Now, they had a plan, and it sounded plausible. “She's being chained up on that far wall,” Raven pointed behind the Reaper. “If you would have looked around, you would have seen her.”

 

The Reaper spun around, and his eyes widened in horror at the condition he saw his sister was in. “I'm coming sis,” the British teen said under his breath. “Just hold on a little longer.”

 

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The battle of the Beasts had not been going on long, but it had been going on long enough. Trigon the Terrible fought only out of pure rage which was unlike the intelligent demon in spite of what it was. All Trigon knew during this bout, was his hatred for the changeling. Yet, the Beast, in spite of its primal nature, was smarter than to allow its rage to blind it. It found every fault in Trigon's technique and every opening in the demon's defenses to take advantage of. With great struggle and sheer determination, the Beast was beginning to see Trigon weakening. In the beginning, nothing the Beast did seemed to harm the enormous demon before it. Yet, as time wore on, the Beast saw the merits of his work. Trigon was loosing.

 

Trigon roared as he flung his clenched fist towards the nimble Beast, who effortlessly dodged it by jumping on top of the demon's arm. Not allowing Trigon any time to react, the Beast charged up the demon's extended arm and put all of its force into a single punch to Trigon's face, sending the oversized villain tumbling backwards. As Trigon fell, the Beast leapt into the air, and used the power of gravity to propel him once again at Trigon's face. Just as the demon roughly landed on its back on the ground, the Beast plunged its shoulder into his head, and once again retreated before any form of retaliation from Trigon could occur.

 

Throughout his retreat, the Beast never took its eyes off of the downed Trigon, and to its surprise, Trigon seemed to stay down. No sounds came out of the demon's body, and none of his body parts moved. Perhaps the downed demon would finally stay down, but the Beast had to be sure. Slowly and cautiously, the Beast turned to once again advance on Trigon's position, keeping an eye out for anything suspicious with Trigon's body. Eventually, the Beast came within striking distance of Trigon, which was what the demon had wanted all along. Suddenly, Trigon lashed out at the Beast, catching it off guard and allowing Trigon to capture it with his enormous hands.

 

“You foolish human,” Trigon spat angrily. “You stupid, pathetic excuse for a sentient being, did you actually believe that I could be beaten by one such as you.” Trigon clenched his hand tighter around the Beast, squeezing the very life out of the changeling. “I am stronger tan you. I am more powerful than you could ever dream f becoming. This body is mine, and you are no longer welcome within i-”

 

Trigon's eyes widened suddenly. Something had happened, something that he could not explain. The feeling was like nothing he had ever felt before, and it confused him. Still gripping the changeling tightly, Trigon looked down to see the blade of a sickle sticking out of his chest. Before his mind could analyze what this could only mean, the great Trigon felt himself being pulled. To where, he did not know, but it was not anywhere in the body of Beast Boy.