Smoke filled the common room when the pair entered it, holding hands to ensure they didn't become separated from each other. It was clear that a fire was smoldering somewhere nearby and that there had been a small explosion just within the entry way. Raven coughed and quickly Beastboy lead her away from the ruined room, wanting to get her to fresh air.
"Robin? Cyborg? Starfire? Where is everyone?" The changeling called, choking slightly on the thick smoke as he shouted. He hurried down the hallway, stopping short when he saw a figure moving in the smoke, coming toward them. The strong smells of burning fabric and melting plastic made it impossible for the youngest Titan to identify the individual by smell alone. Closer they came and then staggered out of the smoke to collapse. It was a man, his skin red and blistered, his clothes burnt off in places. His lungs rattled loudly with each intake of breath as he reach out a hand that seemed to be begging for help.
"I . . . did . . . it. I . . . got . . . in," he wheezed, his bloodshot and irritated eyes squinting up at the couple. "Gonna . . . save the . . . world." He clawed at his charred pants pocket, pulling out a pistol. He was badly injured though and Beastboy was able to disarm him with practically no effort.
"Was it worth it Wacko? Huh?" Gar barked at the burnt man that glared up at him.
"The . . . Anti-Christ . . . will . . ."
"There is no Anti-Christ Numbnuts! That's my kid. Mine! You nearly killed yourself for nothing!"
"But . . . I . . . they helped me . . . build the . . . bomb so . . ."
"Who helped you?" Raven demanded, her question answered not by the gasping man, but a shout from within the smoke.
"Daughter of Trigon! It is time!"
Chaos descended upon the Tower just seconds later. The one lone voice was joined by several dozen more, cheering and shouting as they poured from the smoke filled room and into the hallway where the pair stood. There was a moment of shock, the couple staring with wide-eyed fear. The shock passed quickly though and Beastboy grabbed Raven firmly by the wrist, running away from the advancing mob. He paused, slapping at the large red button mounted on the wall. The security alarm had not gone off and even though he couldn't imagine that the other Titans were unaware that something was going on, it seemed the best way to summon the help they desperately needed.
"We aren't gonna get away at this rate!" The changeling shouted to her as they dashed down the hall, thirty men and women just a couple feet behind.
"I'd like to see you try to run when you're nine months pregnant!" Raven retorted breathlessly. She wished desperately for her powers. She could just teleport them wherever they needed to go.
"I'm going to carry you." He slowed slightly, grunting as he hoisted her onto his back. "Hold on tight!" A second later he was a tiger and her fingers clung desperately to his fur as he dashed through the maze of hallways, heading deeper into the Tower. Running at his top speed in this form he was able to finally put some distance between himself and the mob of cult members. Even still it didn't seem fast enough. They were able to keep up well enough to see each turn he took a moment before he took it.
"We're going down! Why are we going down?" Raven shouted, her heels digging almost painfully into his sides. He couldn't exactly answer her, but he made a rumbling sound in his chest to acknowledge the question. They needed an exit not just from the Tower, but the island as well. There were tunnels in the garage that ran underwater and led to the main land. "The tunnels?" She asked with concern, shaking her head as if he could see the movement. "No, they could have come in that way too! We need the roof! They can't fly!"
Neither can you. He thought, huffing. Of course he could have turned into something large and carried her off the roof. He hadn't thought of that and it was too late now. He couldn't rightly turn around and fight the hefty number of cult members alone. Where was everyone else? The door to the garage was fast approaching and the green tiger slowed. Raven would need to type in the code in order for the door to open. If luck was with them she would be able to do so and the door would close behind them before the advancing group was able to get inside. He skidded to a stop right in front of the sealed door and the empath wasted no time in typing in the six digit code. The door slide open and Gar bound forward instantly, nearly losing his passenger in his haste. The door slid firmly shut and his heart soared, only to crash back into the pit of his stomach again a moment later. The garage was far from empty.
The question to where at least one of the other Titans were was answered as they entered the garage. Cyborg was battling a small army of cultists, shouting curses as they swarmed, wreaking havoc on everything within the large concrete room. The T-car had clearly been on fire at some point, the built in sprinkler system had put the fire out and had made the floor slippery, water standing several inches deep. The sedan was on its side like a dead animal, its tires slashed. A couple men were working on shattering the windows. The room fell into a moment of still silence when the pair entered the room, every set of deranged eyes settling on the mother-to-be with sick glee. They surged forward like an ominous wave.
"No you don't!" Cyborg bellowed, rushing forward with sonic cannon blaring to make a path for Beastboy and Raven. The empath felt the muscles under her legs ripple, the only warning she received before the tiger became an elephant. Without fur to cling to she had to fight to remand upon the broad back beneath her. He knees dug in and her hands grabbed at the edges of the large ears at either side of his head. The changeling trumpeted loudly, carelessly knocking people out of his way with his truck and tusks as he moved toward the tunnel that would eventually lead to the world outside. Behind them the cybernetic man fought on, looking like the group might overcome him at any moment.
"Cyborg!" Raven shouted and the elephant's massive head turned to look back at their struggling team member as well.
"I got this, just go!" He insisted loudly. Still, the changeling began to turn back to assist the eldest Titan. "Get her outta here! Go on!" With a soft, sad sound Garfield did just that. Again his muscles constricted and rippled in a way Raven couldn't help but imagine being rather painful and she was upon the back of a green horse.
Beastboy wasn't sure, but he was pretty certain riding a horse down a five mile stretch of dark tunnel was probably not advisable in the later months of pregnancy. He'd chosen his form carefully though. He was a Tennessee Walking Horse, an equine capable of a smooth gait even while moving at higher speeds. There was very little bounce as he raced toward the daylight he couldn't see yet, but knew was on the other side. Raven's fingers were tangled in his mane, her breath coming in harsh pants. He could smell the fear and anxiety roll off of her like an overpowering perfume. She didn't like the underwater tunnel on a good day. Rushing through it when you were most likely being pursued by babynapping mad men did nothing to improve her opinion of the enclosed space. They were only about a mile away from the exit when the sound of a vehicle joined the rhythmic fall of hooves. As the sound came closer it was clearly a motorcycle.
Please be Robin, please be Robin. The changeling thought, speeding up slightly.
"Not Robin," Raven told him urgently, digging her heels into his flanks as if to urge him on faster. He was already at his top speed in his current form and he thought frantically. He could morph into a cheetah, but he wasn't sure his lean frame could support her weight. The motorcycle was closing in and he settled on a form, his muscles twitching madly for half a second as he took on the form of a pronghorn antelope. It was the second fastest land animal, capable of hitting fifty-five miles per hour. It wasn't a speed he could maintain for long, but hopefully he could hold out long enough to escape the enclosed tunnel. His lungs ached and his heart was slamming painfully into his chest already, but he sprinted onward.
Daylight had never looked so beautiful as it appeared as a small pinpoint before Raven's eyes, growing larger with every bounding stride. She could feel the exhausted desperation rising from her companion and she knew he was pushing his limits to the breaking point. He wouldn't be able to run much longer. Closer and closer the light bobbed until she felt nearly blinded by the sun as they tore from the mouth of the tunnel. There was an unexpected explosion only a couple seconds after they emerged from the opening and the empath's head tilted skyward to see Starfire blasting the opening of the tunnel, cutting off the pursuing motorcycle's path. A moment later her feet were gently set upon the ground and Garfield crouched beside her, breathing hard.
"That was . . . close," he wheezed with a breathless chuckle. Static danced in front of his eyes and he slowed his breathing before he passed out. Starfire landed lightly beside them, her green eyes wide, assessing the pair critically.
"Friend Cyborg alerted me so that I could meet you when you exited the underwater passage. I am relieved that you are both unharmed. You are unharmed, correct?"
"I'm fine," Raven told the other woman softly, setting a hand on Beastboy's back. "Are you alright Gar?" She questioned, watching as he remained in his stooped position, eyes squinted, a hand holding his chest as if to sooth the aching organs within. He offered her a thumbs up, but retched a moment later, turning away as he vomited up his lunch.
"We should not remain in the open." Starfire floated above the road slightly, her keen eyes darting back and forth, looking for any threat. "I can carry you, Sister Raven. Can you fly?" She asked the changeling, who was wiping at his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt.
"Yeah," he nodded, rolling his aching shoulders. He'd never dream of saying so, but Raven was heavy.