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Chapter IV- Coward

“I’m finishing this off!” Raven screamed at Rage, as her fist crackled with the sparking orb of dark magic emerging through her thin fingers. Rage slipped a smile again, and he tried hard not to chuckle. He knew she wouldn’t be able to do it. As his determined little sister raced towards him, her eyes flickering with dark energy from time to time, he cried out,
“C’mon, hit me with your best shot Raven! Let’s see what power truly is!” and at the exact second he finished his sentence, Raven’s fist collided with his chest-plate. The crack split in two, the force she inflicted on his armor sounded like booming thunder. In fact, from the overpowering blast of energy, the twenty-foot diameter of pavement and asphalt surrounding them erupted into the air; it was like a nuclear bomb had gone off in the direct spot! Instantly debris of sidewalks, dust, and dirt swallowed the battlefield. All the other Titans could see as they shielded themselves were the faint silhouettes of the siblings. Through the dense fog of dust surrounding them, it looked like they weren’t taking the other as a survivor. The remaining Titans tried again and again to reach the siblings brutal battle, but a field of energy cloaked the whole area that Rage was in, he had already thought ahead. Even though they pounded, blasted, and attacked the barrier until they were all out of energy . . . there was no way of getting in . . . or getting Raven out. She would have to fight this one on her own.

His fingernails dug into her right wrist as he pulled her arm up over her head, he was slowly pulling the bone of her socket. His wicked expression penetrated the girl’s courageous spirit, she hung there in fear. Rage suddenly let her drop to the ground, and pummeled his curled fist across her face. Blood dribbled down her face from her mouth and the gash in her forehead, the dark earth soaking it up as it would water. Rage threw another fiery punch to Raven’s gut, she wasn’t coughing up stomach acid anymore, that was long gone . . . it had already turned to blood. She fell to her knees for the second time, her even breath now turned into mere gasps for air, her arms wrapped around her stomach. She stared into a lone puddle on the ground in front of her, she looked half-dead. Rage still didn’t have a single scratch on his body, other than the cracked, metal breastplate on his chest. “This isn’t what I expected, are you going soft on me? Or is it the simple fact that you’re weak?” Rage whispered to his sibling with egotistical pride. As he mocked her, Raven grabbed the loose earth and pulled her body up from the ground. The sinews and tissues in her muscles were giving up. This was her last shot to make him bleed.
She stumbled forward, her arms swinging limply with the motion of her body. More blood dripped out of the corner of her mouth, she feebly lifted her arm up to wipe it away. She got it up about halfway, close to her breast, but it instantly dropped to her side. She suddenly felt tired, like she hadn’t slept in a week; her vision was blurring fast; with her eyesight quickly fading to black. She fought with her life to stay awake. She couldn’t close her eyes yet, only if she could lay a hit on his smiling face; “just once, just once,” she thought to herself. She groggily walked up to Rage, his face now full of surprise, and swung at his jaw; her arm swinging forward in a drugged motion. He scooted back with a swift heel-slide, stuck his pointer finger out, and in a single action pushed on Raven’s head. As if he had pushed a rag doll from a staircase, she fell to the ground. Her eyes closed before her head hit the asphalt, the puddle she had stared into before was now tinted red with her dark blood. Rage spat, “You can hate me, you can wish me dead, but there’s nothing you can do to stop me. If you really want to kill me that badly, try harder next time . . . you coward.” He snapped his fingers and in a flicker of flame he was gone.

Raven’s consciousness was tottering from awake to asleep. She couldn’t see the people talking around her, but she heard voices in the distance . . . they were so faint they sounded like muffled whispers. Some she could hear perfectly, others not so clearly.
“Get her back . . .” “She’s hurt real bad . . .” “Do you think she’ll make it . . .” “What did he do to her . . .?” She heard these segments, only for a moment, and she closed her being off from the light; she blacked out before she knew what was really going on.