Go screaming into that good night
It was coming. Beast Boy knew it and there was nothing he could do about it. He had tried, god knows he tried, but you only hold in your nature for so long. He was an animal; Pure and simple; A wild animal with no place in a human society. That was why he had to leave.
The instincts were too strong now. Over the past week he had grown more animalistic, aggressive. Murderous. Just yesterday Adonis had once again made the mistake of pissing off Beast Boy. He was in a coma and was not expected to wake up for a few years. Just yesterday. Beast Boy sighs. Everything has a just. Just don't do it again, Just keep control of it, you know what could happen. Yes he did. The only problem was that Robin didn't. He just didn't understand. There's that damn word again. There was no just anymore; Only instinct. Standing on the Shore of Titan Island, Beast Boy sighed again.
He took a deep breath through his nose. Salt, water, dirt, metal, smoke. And Blood. The Beast raged inside him and he felt his claws growing, ripping through the thin fabric of his gloves. The predator inside him told him too seek out the source of that smell, get the easy meal. Fresh, warm, bloody meat. I've probably been that animal. Yes, It replies, but you have definitely been something that would eat it.
My muscles ripple and grow, fur starts to sprout over my body. Not much time left. This time it will be permanent. And more powerful The Beast tells me. What you were before was a teaser. You will be stronger, faster, smarter, deadlier. You will be the ultimate predator. Invincible. The word echoes around my head. Warp thought he was invincible. Look where that got him. Warp was and is nothing!
You are a hunter, no, the,hunter.
The smell of blood grows stronger.
It is your destiny.
My teeth lengthen and sharpen.
The smell of blood fills my nostrils and mind. You must hunt. You must kill, you must feed.
My body stretches, muscle growing as thick as the fur that now covers my body. Not green fur. But black.
It consumes you. There is nothing but The hunt.
My muzzle grows, sharp teeth sprouting to fill up the gaps. My now yellow eyes focus on the far shore. A limping silhouette can be seen. Injured and weak. An optimum target. Yellow eyes sharpen and a howl fills the air. They didn't find the remains of Martin O'Connor till morning
Thank you RabulaTasa for the title.