Hero to Zero
I don't own Teen Titans, Dexter, X-men, Bleach, Rosario+ Vampire or Percy Jackson and The Olpyians. And considering the direction my writing has taken that's probably a good thing. This story will contain a darker depiction of Beast Boy you have been warned now as my favourite poltergeist would say: "It's Showtime!"
Nearly all men can stand adversity, but if you want to test a man's character, give him power."
—Abraham Lincoln
"Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. No meaning save what we choose to impose. This rudderless world is not shaped by vague metaphysical forces. It is not God who kills the children. Not fate that butchers them or destiny that feeds them to the dogs. It's us. Only us.
Rorschach: Watchmen
Chapter One : a Crossroads of Fate and Fear and Eternal Fun
Moon. Glorious Moon. Full, Fat, Reddish moon, The night as light as day, the moonlight flooding down across the land and bringing joy, joy, joy. Bringing, too, the full-throated call of the tropical night, the soft and wild voice of the wind roaring across the hairs on my arms, the hollow wail of starlight, the teeth-grinding scream of the moonlight off the water.
All calling to the Need. Oh, the symphonic shriek of the thousand hiding voices, the Beast, the silent watcher, the cold quiet thing, the one that laughs in the dark depths of my mind. The me that is not-me, the thing that mocked and whispered and came calling with its hunger. With the Need. And the Need was very strong now, very carefully coldly coiled. Creeping cravingly cocked and ready, very strong, very much ready now- and still it waited and watched, and it made me wait and watch.
I had been waiting and watching the priest for five weeks now. The need had been prickling and teasing and prodding at me to find one, find the next, to find this priest.
But I have to be careful there was time for that ,too, time spent making sure. Not of the priest, no, I was long sure of him. Time spent to be certain that it could be done right, made neat, all the corners folded, all squared away. I could not be caught, not now.I had worked too hard, too long, to make this work for me, to protect my happy little life.
And I was having way too much fun to stop now.
This night was, The Night. This night felt different. This night it would happen, had to happen. Just as it had happened before. Just as it would happen again, and again.
And tonight it would happen to the priest.
His name was Father John Gregory. He taught music to the children at St. Anthony's Orphanage in homestead, Jump City. The children loved him. And of course he loved the children, a little too much. He had devoted a whole life to them. Learned French and Spanish. Learned there music too. All for the kids. Everything he did it was all for the kids.
Everything.
I watched him this night as I had watched him for so many nights now. Watchedhe paused in the orphanage doorway to talk to a young black haired girl who had followed him out. She was small, no more than eight years old and small for that. He sat on steps and talked to her for five minutes. She sate ,too, and bounced up and down. They laughed and chattered in the way only humans can. She leaned against him. He touched her hair. A nun came out and stood in the doorway, looking down at them for a moment then she spoke. Then she smiled and held out a hand.
The little girl bumped her head against the priest. Father John hugged her, stood, and kissed the girl good night. The kiss went on a tiny bit longer than was strictly necessary and my sharper than human eyes caught the way his hands twitched towards her chest, wanting to tear away those annoying, covering clothes and play with the things' they concealed.
Oh yes I was going to enjoy this.
The nun seeing what she wanted to see laughed and said something to dear Father John. He said something back the nun blushed and walked the little girl inside not looking back.
Then at last Father John started towards his car. He fumbled for his keys opened his car door, got into his car. I heard the keys go in Heard the engine turn over. And then-
NOW.
I sat up in his backseat and slipped the noose around his neck. One quick, slippery twist and the coil of fishing line settled tight. He made a small ratchet of panic and that was it.
"You are mine now" I told him, and he froze as neat and perfect as if he had practiced, almost like he heard the other voice, the laughing watcher inside me.
"Do exactly as I say" I said
He rasped half a breath and glanced into his rearview mirror. My face was there, waiting for him, wrapped in the white silk mask that showed only my hungry eyes.
"Do you understand?" I asked softly wondering if he would try something. He nodded.
"Be good and you'll live longer" I told him the threat was clear try anything and you die.
We drove south for five minutes with no sound but my poor prey's ragged breathing and the silent yet all consuming laughter of the careful watcher under my green skin.
"Turn here" I said at last. He turned. He was slumped like he had been expecting this all along, waiting for it forever, which in a way I guess he had.
Fifty years ago someone had built a house away from the city. Most of it was still there. Three rooms, half a roof still left, the place was completely abandoned.
"Stop the car and turn off the motor" I told him and he did.
"Get out," we hissed.
Father John didn't move. His eyes were staring at the rearview mirror, fixed on my eyes frozen in Terror at what he could see behind them.
We yanked hard on the noose, harder than he thought he could ever live through.
We kicked the car door open and dragged him out.
"Into the house" we sang ever so softly and perhaps hearing something in our voice he started for the house and I held his leash. I lead him to the door opened it and pushed him inside. When I had been in hear last I left a battery lamp standing on the floor now in turned it on.
"Look" we commanded softly, enjoying every second. Father John slowly opened one eye.
He froze.
Time stopped for the Father.
"No" he said
"Yes" we chorused gleefully.
"Oh, no," he begged.
"Oh Yes" We told him.
He screamed "NOOOOO"
I yanked on the noose. His scream was cut off and he fell to his knees. He made a wet croaking pathetic sound and covered his eyes. That made me angry, he had to see this, Had to, that was the part of game and wasn't looking.
"Open Your Eyes Father John" We ordered he would look he would see. "Open them" We said "Open your eyes. Open them NOW. Look" We grabbed his red hair and pulled his head back "Look. Or we'll cut your eyelids right of your face". We meant it. And so he looked.
There were seven of them, seven small little girls, seven extra dirty orphan children laid out on shower sheets. Seven straight lines pointing across the room.
Pointing at Father John.
"Hail Mary, full of grace-"he started. We jerked on his noose hard.
"Please" he choked
"Yes, beg us for mercy. That's good. Much better" We yanked again "Did they beg?" We asked already knowing the answer but wanting to see if he would say something. He didn't.
"Please" he said "I couldn't help myself. I just couldn't help myself. Please you have to understand-"
"We understand Father" We told him and there was something in our voice, the voice of Sin and Ice, which froze him. He lifted his eyes to mine and recoiled at the thing grinning at him from behind them. "We understand perfectly, You see we can't help ourselves either" We had the needle ready and it went into his neck like it was suppose to and his eyes closed.
When he awoke he would be tied to a table and we would have our fun. We peeled away the meat from his screaming frame and conducted his cries and pleas into a symphony of wonder. And when our fun was done I buried the body hid or destroyed the evidence and took of for home in the form of a albatross.
I landed on the roof of Titans Tower and silently made my way to my untidy little room. I slid under the covers and closed my eyes sleep came easy.
Tomorrow was a big day, tomorrow I would finally be able to leave the Tower with its annoying security systems and nosy friends who wouldn't leave well enough alone.
Tomorrow was the Day Beast boy left the Teen Titans and embraced the night once and for all.
Okay I've had this idea for quite a long while now ,yes Beast boy is based on Dexter and the fun is just getting started. This story will have Beast Boy acquire a Harem who is in it is entirely up to you. There's a poll on my account for possible members. If you have any ideas review and tell me them. Seriously I need feedback and suggestions so please Review even if it's to say you hate my story.