Poor Twisted Me- Prologue
Hi, Mud here. Okay, before I start, let me clear up a couple things.
-Seeing as there are almost 2000 fics for Teen Titans, my story is almost
bound to sound like at least one of them. As I was writing this, I
thought it sounded slightly like 'Maturity' by Invader Sam. That does not
mean I am copying her or anybody. If you find something that sounds
unoriginal, don't point the finger and report me, because I have not
intentionally stolen someone's idea.
-Most writers/readers have that one pairing they love and that one they
can't stand. The pairings here are RobStar, BBRaven, and CyborgOC. If you
are a RobRav fan or whatever, don't read the story and flame me for not
having your particular pairing.
-There is a very fine line between flaming and constructive criticism. I
will put an example of what I will accept and what I won't:
ACCEPT: I hated it. Next time, put Character X in more and have him do
more things like insert random act. Also, Character Y was OOC. Put more
effort into it.
NOT ACCEPT: I hated it. If you update I will hunt you down and slit your
throat you asshole. (I have seen someone say this before)
-To answer a question I don't want to have to answer, there will be no
lemons in this story. I'm thirteen years old! I may use curse words
incessantly, but I'm not going to write a lemon at thirteen freaking
years old! Unless someone wants to write one for me, which is not very
likely, don't be expecting any on here.
Okay? Now that that's all cleared up, on with the story. By the way, this story is loaded to the brim with Metallica references. See if you can find them all...I got twenty bucks saying no one can find them all.
Also, Terra haters back me up here; Terra will betray the Titans for Slade. The next freaking episode is called "Betrayal", for crying out loud! So, when Beast Boy's flashback comes around, it might be a little confusing for non-Terra haters.
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The cloaked figure walked through the pounding rain. The nighttime darkness enveloped him, and his black cloak made him all the more unnoticeable. He stopped abruptly, about six feet from a peculiar shaped stone, the kind that most people will spare a passing glance to but never pay any thought about it. Holding out his right hand, the figure began chanting.
"Blood for face, sweat for dirt, three X's for the stone. Shell of shotgun, pint of gin, numb us to shield the pins," he intoned. A strong gale came bursting, making the trees around him twist and bend about. The stone began to glow blood red, and white light began to outline an indistinguishable shape.
"Hit dirt, shake tree, split sky, part sea," he continued. The white light shined immeasurably brighter, shedding light onto the figure's shadowed silhouette. The pallid luminosity ceased outlining whatever the figure was, now completed.
"Off the veil, stand revealed, bring it on, break the seal!" he yelled, finishing the chant. With that, an explosion of great proportions shook the earth, and the resulting blast knocked the mysterious figure back a good couple hundred feet. Taking a couple seconds to get up, he regained his footing and looked on, waiting for the smoke to clear. When at last it did, the figure smiled as he gazed upon his creation.
Amidst the rubble and lingering fumes stood a small man, probably no taller than five feet. He was immensely muscle-bound; at first glance, most people would guess he was on steroids. His biceps were about the size of two basketballs, and his leg muscles were about the size of a baby elephant's. To add to his intimidating aura, thick veins coursed through his entire body, making him daunting to no end. He had an extremely long beard, which looked very...unique. It was very long, coming down to just above his belly button, and was striped red and black. It was if he had taken a raccoon's tail and super glued it onto his chin (A/N: To any Anthrax fans, think of their guitarist's beard, I think his name is Scott something).
The cloaked figure smirked under his hood. He began walking over to his creation, when all of a sudden, the bearded man was at his throat in an instant. The cloaked figure gasped for breath as his lungs screamed for oxygen. The bearded man squeezed harder, and laughed evilly.
"I suppose you were expecting me to thank you for releasing me," he said, and laughed again. "Ha! Lyrim thanks no one!"
The cloaked figure struggled against the iron grip, and managed to squeeze out the words, "Azareth..." The grip tightened harder, making him struggle harder.
"Izevm...Destino!" Upon finishing his words, a large boulder, obscurely off to the side, was engulfed in a black aura. Unbeknownst to his attacker, the boulder began levitating, and flew through the air with frightening speed. Hitting Lyrim square in the back, the short man released his summoner, allowing a much-needed intake of air.
Lyrim growled, and charged with such swiftness at his attackee that most people would have seen only a blur. His victim lacked the reflexes to dodge such a rapid assault, and thus when Lyrim made contact with the poor man, he was sent flying through the air. He crashed into a tree with such force that the tree cracked at its base and fell over, causing a domino effect, with several other trees falling over within the forest.
"What have I done..." was his final thought as the last shards of consciousness fell from his grasp.
Lyrim laughed at his poor summoner's misfortune. He then held out both his hands, which began glowing black. In a raspy and inarticulate voice, he yelled out, "Come, Fenrir!"
Mere seconds after saying this, a slight tremor erupted, making the already bent trees sway even further. A large, blood red portal formed in the ground a couple feet beside Lyrim, gaining size as it did so. A creature's silhouette slowly rose from the gateway, and upon finally entering his summoner's realm, roared a blood-curdling roar.
It was about the size of a wolf, maybe a bit bigger, and knelt on all fours. It looked very canine in appearance, like a mutilated pit bull, for lack of a better analogy. Its head took up probably half of its total size, and was elongated in a way reminiscent of an alligator's. It teeth were freakishly huge, with the bottom pair of front fangs extending well beyond the top of his head, with the rest of the teeth just as long. It had six eyes, three on each side of its head. They were very small, each one probably no larger than a grape. It had gray, reptilian skin that hung loosely in folds around his body, as if his skin was too big for him. Grappling the loose dirt with its sharp and ridiculously long claws, it barked at its summoner. (For those of you who saw Hellboy, Fenrir is sort of like that hound of resurrection thing.)
"Good to see you again as well, Fenrir," Lyrim said in his grisly voice. Extending his hands out yet again, they glowed black, and a large tower of fire materialized from the sky, as if it was summoned from the heavens themselves. He began moving his hands and the tower of inferno moved like a puppet in coordination with his hands. From a bird's eye view, the flames could be seen spelling out five letters: L-Y-R-I-M.
The trees crackled and blazed as the fire burned on. Lyrim smiled at the chaos he had created, and began walking off. Fenrir let his tongue dangle and ran alongside his master as the forest continued to burn.
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It had been three years since the Teen Titans had originally formed, and the team had undergone many physical and emotional changes. They were all 18 now, with the exception of Cyborg, who was 19. About two years ago, Slade had decided to hang up the mask and retire. The H.I.V.E was still around, but they hardly ever attacked anymore, making Jump City perfectly serene, to the point of being almost boring.
Robin, with Slade now out of the picture, had finally taken the time to realize what was important in his life. And it was only then that he realized something. He was deeply in love with Starfire. Sure, they had danced after Kitten got arrested, and there was that time Blackfire came. But he never realized, up until now, how much affection he felt for the beautiful Tamaran. And it drove him nuts. On the outside, he had finally gotten rid of his skinny frame, which was instead replaced by a muscular one. His voice had at last deepened, and he now sounded like a true leader.
Starfire was still the bouncing ball of joy she always was. Although still happy and blissful, she had still not fully learned the human ways. Granted, she knows a lot more than she did before, but there are still a couple gray areas. She had grown much, in more places than one. Which, over the course of three years, had many a time aroused the interest of a certain masked Titan. She, like Robin over her, desired for the leader of the Titans. She had known it ever since Blackfire came, but had never been able to confess it. One time, she had gone to Raven with her problem, but it didn't help much.
Flashback:
Starfire nervously knocked on Raven's door. After a couple taps, the metal door slid open, and Raven's hooded face peeked through. "What do you want?" she asked monotonously.
Starfire anxiously played with her hands. "Umm, I have a problem, Raven, that I require assistance with."
Raven paused for a minute. "Fine, come in."
Star walked in, and shivered at Raven's domestic surroundings. Shit, it was creepy. Raven sat down on her bed and asked, "What's your problem?"
Starfire blushed a little before moving on. "See, it has to do with Robin. I..."
Raven held out her hand. "Say no more. I know what you want," she said before pressing on. "You like Robin, yet you can't express your feelings, for fear of rejection. Am I right?"
Starfire nodded. "Yes, what shall I do?"
Raven sighed and pulled down her hood, revealing her pale yet beautiful face. "Just tell him how you feel. I know it's hard, but you'll never feel better until you get this thing off your chest."
"Ah! What is on my chest!?" Starfire yelled, panic-stricken. Raven rolled her eyes and said, "It's an expression, Star."
Starfire blushed. "My apologies. So, what you are telling me is that I should just tell Robin how I feel?"
Raven nodded. Starfire took a deep breath and said, "Okay! I will!"
Raven watched as Starfire walked up to Robin. "Robin?" the Tamaran asked. The masked leader turned around. "Yeah Star?"
Starfire suddenly lost her nerve. "Umm, uh, I..."
Robin looked concerned. "What is it, Star?"
Starfire began blushing intensely. "Umm, I...what is for dinner?" she said, now both sweating and flushing profoundly. Robin looked at her quizzically, and said, "Whatever's in the fridge, I guess. I hadn't really planned anything special."
Raven sighed. This was so typical of Star.
End Flashback
The dark girl was right in what she said. From then on, Starfire's unrequited love haunted her to no end.
Beast Boy had most likely changed the most out of the five. After three years of booster seat and midget jokes from both Cyborg and Robin, although most often from the former, he had gone through his much desired growth spurt. At last he could stand eye-to-eye with Raven, whose height had always surpassed him. He, although not to the extent of Robin, had gained some muscle, also ridding him of his skinny frame. The second biggest change of all was that his obsession with video games had begun to ebb away. Now, three years, later, he had drifted away completely, much to Cyborg's disdain. For some odd reason, music was now the hobby that took its stead. About a year ago, he had purchased a guitar with the money that he had accumulated from various grateful citizens. He was actually very musically inclined, much to the surprise of his fellow Titans, and had taught himself much since the day he bought it. He had also recently taken up Kerry King and Kirk Hammet as his guitar idols, and thus his room became littered with random Metallica and Slayer posters.
His greatest change, however, was the one he kept the most under wraps. Day and night it plagued him, but could do nothing about it- his clandestine love for Raven. (Clandestine means secret). When he thought about, it shouldn't be, for he and Raven were polar opposites in virtually every aspect. And yet, he still withheld his fiery passion for the Azareth, even if it was inexorably surreptitious. (Surreptitious means secret too. Sorry, I just like using big words). It all began about two and a half years ago, when Terra had betrayed the Titans to Slade. As a result, his entire world was in shambles.
Flashback (again):
Beast Boy furiously pummeled away at his flayed pillow. Over and over again, the same moments played through his mind as tears streamed down his face. Terra...how could she?
'You stupid ass!' he mentally abused himself. 'You stupid fucking...how could you? How could she?'
He continued battering both his pillow and himself, until a knock on his door stopped his self-blaspheming. He buried his face in his now torn pillow and yelled, "Go away!", expecting it to be Robin or Cyborg. The last thing he needed was sympathy from someone who had no idea of the magnitude in which he was marred.
Despite Beast Boy's tearful admonition, the door slid open, and surprisingly, Raven walked in. Beast Boy looked up from his pillow, his eyes claret from his poignant crying. The Azareth walked over, sat down next to him, and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"We all need a shoulder to cry on sometimes, BB. If it makes you feel better, I can be that shoulder."
Many things about what she just did surprised Beast Boy. First of all, she had called him BB, something that she had never done. Secondly, just the fact that she was here in the first place surprised him.
Beast Boy let his tears flow freely down his face. "Raven, why..."
Raven looked at him straight in the eyes before he could finish his question. "Because I care about you, Beast Boy! It tears me apart to see you like this! I know I never show it, but I genuinely, sincerely care for you!"
Beast Boy smiled weakly. He hesitated for a second or two, but then threw his arms around Raven in a tight embrace, and resumed his weeping on her shoulder. Raven was slightly taken aback, although in a good way. She gently stroked Beast Boy's green hair, not caring that his tears were soaking her cape.
End Flashback
As he cried onto her shoulder that fateful day, he realized that he did indeed love Raven. And although each day he found different excuses, like 'love is such a strong word' or 'we're just friends', with each passing explanation, he only sighed at the futility of it all. He loved Raven, end of story.
Numerous changes had gone on in Raven's little mirror during those fateful three years that had passed. However, her proficient means of concealing every shred of feeling prevented her friends from noticing her great emotional changes. She had managed to hold greater hegemony on her emotions, except for two. Frustration (I don't know if she has that one, so for the purposes of this story she does. I just didn't want to use Rage)- and a new, brick red emotion. Lately, everything Beast Boy did- only him, not Cyborg or Robin or Starfire- somehow managed to grind her nerves until she ran into her room and attempted to find her center. It was always then that her new emotion took over. Her meditation was now constantly interrupted by images of Beast Boy without fail. It usually began with aggravated bemoaning about how annoying he was and the like. Then, everyday, she realized one thing (Come on, you should have been able to guess it by now)-how much affection she housed for the little shape shifter. No matter how much she tried to deny it, no matter how much she didn't want to believe it, it was there, plain and simple. But her cursed emotions prevented her from doing anything about it. She could barely think about him without something exploding, let alone have a relationship with him. At least that's what she told herself. But that nagging voice in the back of her head, the one that we all have, always told her what she didn't want to hear: the truth. And thus, her emotional torture continues.
Cyborg had most likely changed the least of the team. Seeing as he was half- robot, there was not much room for biological growth, so he had changed either very little or not at all on the outside. His emotions had not changed much either. The main distinction now was his new hobby. As Beast Boy began drifting away from video games, Cyborg decided to find a new hobby. Cars were too time-consuming, and working out was only fun for a while. It was then, at what seemed like the quintessence of boredom, that he discovered his newest passion: skateboarding (I know, Cyborg would probably never pick up a board, but give me a break, I had to give him something I was familiar in).
As romantic tensions began to break out in Titans Tower, Cyborg, who had no one, often went to the skate park to escape the constant flirting going on between either Robin and Starfire or Raven and Beast Boy. Which really annoyed him. So, the skate park had become his unofficial sanctuary, which nowadays he made a daily pilgrimage to.
The stage is set. This is their story.
Hi, Mud here. Okay, before I start, let me clear up a couple things.
-Seeing as there are almost 2000 fics for Teen Titans, my story is almost
bound to sound like at least one of them. As I was writing this, I
thought it sounded slightly like 'Maturity' by Invader Sam. That does not
mean I am copying her or anybody. If you find something that sounds
unoriginal, don't point the finger and report me, because I have not
intentionally stolen someone's idea.
-Most writers/readers have that one pairing they love and that one they
can't stand. The pairings here are RobStar, BBRaven, and CyborgOC. If you
are a RobRav fan or whatever, don't read the story and flame me for not
having your particular pairing.
-There is a very fine line between flaming and constructive criticism. I
will put an example of what I will accept and what I won't:
ACCEPT: I hated it. Next time, put Character X in more and have him do
more things like insert random act. Also, Character Y was OOC. Put more
effort into it.
NOT ACCEPT: I hated it. If you update I will hunt you down and slit your
throat you asshole. (I have seen someone say this before)
-To answer a question I don't want to have to answer, there will be no
lemons in this story. I'm thirteen years old! I may use curse words
incessantly, but I'm not going to write a lemon at thirteen freaking
years old! Unless someone wants to write one for me, which is not very
likely, don't be expecting any on here.
Okay? Now that that's all cleared up, on with the story. By the way, this story is loaded to the brim with Metallica references. See if you can find them all...I got twenty bucks saying no one can find them all.
Also, Terra haters back me up here; Terra will betray the Titans for Slade. The next freaking episode is called "Betrayal", for crying out loud! So, when Beast Boy's flashback comes around, it might be a little confusing for non-Terra haters.
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The cloaked figure walked through the pounding rain. The nighttime darkness enveloped him, and his black cloak made him all the more unnoticeable. He stopped abruptly, about six feet from a peculiar shaped stone, the kind that most people will spare a passing glance to but never pay any thought about it. Holding out his right hand, the figure began chanting.
"Blood for face, sweat for dirt, three X's for the stone. Shell of shotgun, pint of gin, numb us to shield the pins," he intoned. A strong gale came bursting, making the trees around him twist and bend about. The stone began to glow blood red, and white light began to outline an indistinguishable shape.
"Hit dirt, shake tree, split sky, part sea," he continued. The white light shined immeasurably brighter, shedding light onto the figure's shadowed silhouette. The pallid luminosity ceased outlining whatever the figure was, now completed.
"Off the veil, stand revealed, bring it on, break the seal!" he yelled, finishing the chant. With that, an explosion of great proportions shook the earth, and the resulting blast knocked the mysterious figure back a good couple hundred feet. Taking a couple seconds to get up, he regained his footing and looked on, waiting for the smoke to clear. When at last it did, the figure smiled as he gazed upon his creation.
Amidst the rubble and lingering fumes stood a small man, probably no taller than five feet. He was immensely muscle-bound; at first glance, most people would guess he was on steroids. His biceps were about the size of two basketballs, and his leg muscles were about the size of a baby elephant's. To add to his intimidating aura, thick veins coursed through his entire body, making him daunting to no end. He had an extremely long beard, which looked very...unique. It was very long, coming down to just above his belly button, and was striped red and black. It was if he had taken a raccoon's tail and super glued it onto his chin (A/N: To any Anthrax fans, think of their guitarist's beard, I think his name is Scott something).
The cloaked figure smirked under his hood. He began walking over to his creation, when all of a sudden, the bearded man was at his throat in an instant. The cloaked figure gasped for breath as his lungs screamed for oxygen. The bearded man squeezed harder, and laughed evilly.
"I suppose you were expecting me to thank you for releasing me," he said, and laughed again. "Ha! Lyrim thanks no one!"
The cloaked figure struggled against the iron grip, and managed to squeeze out the words, "Azareth..." The grip tightened harder, making him struggle harder.
"Izevm...Destino!" Upon finishing his words, a large boulder, obscurely off to the side, was engulfed in a black aura. Unbeknownst to his attacker, the boulder began levitating, and flew through the air with frightening speed. Hitting Lyrim square in the back, the short man released his summoner, allowing a much-needed intake of air.
Lyrim growled, and charged with such swiftness at his attackee that most people would have seen only a blur. His victim lacked the reflexes to dodge such a rapid assault, and thus when Lyrim made contact with the poor man, he was sent flying through the air. He crashed into a tree with such force that the tree cracked at its base and fell over, causing a domino effect, with several other trees falling over within the forest.
"What have I done..." was his final thought as the last shards of consciousness fell from his grasp.
Lyrim laughed at his poor summoner's misfortune. He then held out both his hands, which began glowing black. In a raspy and inarticulate voice, he yelled out, "Come, Fenrir!"
Mere seconds after saying this, a slight tremor erupted, making the already bent trees sway even further. A large, blood red portal formed in the ground a couple feet beside Lyrim, gaining size as it did so. A creature's silhouette slowly rose from the gateway, and upon finally entering his summoner's realm, roared a blood-curdling roar.
It was about the size of a wolf, maybe a bit bigger, and knelt on all fours. It looked very canine in appearance, like a mutilated pit bull, for lack of a better analogy. Its head took up probably half of its total size, and was elongated in a way reminiscent of an alligator's. It teeth were freakishly huge, with the bottom pair of front fangs extending well beyond the top of his head, with the rest of the teeth just as long. It had six eyes, three on each side of its head. They were very small, each one probably no larger than a grape. It had gray, reptilian skin that hung loosely in folds around his body, as if his skin was too big for him. Grappling the loose dirt with its sharp and ridiculously long claws, it barked at its summoner. (For those of you who saw Hellboy, Fenrir is sort of like that hound of resurrection thing.)
"Good to see you again as well, Fenrir," Lyrim said in his grisly voice. Extending his hands out yet again, they glowed black, and a large tower of fire materialized from the sky, as if it was summoned from the heavens themselves. He began moving his hands and the tower of inferno moved like a puppet in coordination with his hands. From a bird's eye view, the flames could be seen spelling out five letters: L-Y-R-I-M.
The trees crackled and blazed as the fire burned on. Lyrim smiled at the chaos he had created, and began walking off. Fenrir let his tongue dangle and ran alongside his master as the forest continued to burn.
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It had been three years since the Teen Titans had originally formed, and the team had undergone many physical and emotional changes. They were all 18 now, with the exception of Cyborg, who was 19. About two years ago, Slade had decided to hang up the mask and retire. The H.I.V.E was still around, but they hardly ever attacked anymore, making Jump City perfectly serene, to the point of being almost boring.
Robin, with Slade now out of the picture, had finally taken the time to realize what was important in his life. And it was only then that he realized something. He was deeply in love with Starfire. Sure, they had danced after Kitten got arrested, and there was that time Blackfire came. But he never realized, up until now, how much affection he felt for the beautiful Tamaran. And it drove him nuts. On the outside, he had finally gotten rid of his skinny frame, which was instead replaced by a muscular one. His voice had at last deepened, and he now sounded like a true leader.
Starfire was still the bouncing ball of joy she always was. Although still happy and blissful, she had still not fully learned the human ways. Granted, she knows a lot more than she did before, but there are still a couple gray areas. She had grown much, in more places than one. Which, over the course of three years, had many a time aroused the interest of a certain masked Titan. She, like Robin over her, desired for the leader of the Titans. She had known it ever since Blackfire came, but had never been able to confess it. One time, she had gone to Raven with her problem, but it didn't help much.
Flashback:
Starfire nervously knocked on Raven's door. After a couple taps, the metal door slid open, and Raven's hooded face peeked through. "What do you want?" she asked monotonously.
Starfire anxiously played with her hands. "Umm, I have a problem, Raven, that I require assistance with."
Raven paused for a minute. "Fine, come in."
Star walked in, and shivered at Raven's domestic surroundings. Shit, it was creepy. Raven sat down on her bed and asked, "What's your problem?"
Starfire blushed a little before moving on. "See, it has to do with Robin. I..."
Raven held out her hand. "Say no more. I know what you want," she said before pressing on. "You like Robin, yet you can't express your feelings, for fear of rejection. Am I right?"
Starfire nodded. "Yes, what shall I do?"
Raven sighed and pulled down her hood, revealing her pale yet beautiful face. "Just tell him how you feel. I know it's hard, but you'll never feel better until you get this thing off your chest."
"Ah! What is on my chest!?" Starfire yelled, panic-stricken. Raven rolled her eyes and said, "It's an expression, Star."
Starfire blushed. "My apologies. So, what you are telling me is that I should just tell Robin how I feel?"
Raven nodded. Starfire took a deep breath and said, "Okay! I will!"
Raven watched as Starfire walked up to Robin. "Robin?" the Tamaran asked. The masked leader turned around. "Yeah Star?"
Starfire suddenly lost her nerve. "Umm, uh, I..."
Robin looked concerned. "What is it, Star?"
Starfire began blushing intensely. "Umm, I...what is for dinner?" she said, now both sweating and flushing profoundly. Robin looked at her quizzically, and said, "Whatever's in the fridge, I guess. I hadn't really planned anything special."
Raven sighed. This was so typical of Star.
End Flashback
The dark girl was right in what she said. From then on, Starfire's unrequited love haunted her to no end.
Beast Boy had most likely changed the most out of the five. After three years of booster seat and midget jokes from both Cyborg and Robin, although most often from the former, he had gone through his much desired growth spurt. At last he could stand eye-to-eye with Raven, whose height had always surpassed him. He, although not to the extent of Robin, had gained some muscle, also ridding him of his skinny frame. The second biggest change of all was that his obsession with video games had begun to ebb away. Now, three years, later, he had drifted away completely, much to Cyborg's disdain. For some odd reason, music was now the hobby that took its stead. About a year ago, he had purchased a guitar with the money that he had accumulated from various grateful citizens. He was actually very musically inclined, much to the surprise of his fellow Titans, and had taught himself much since the day he bought it. He had also recently taken up Kerry King and Kirk Hammet as his guitar idols, and thus his room became littered with random Metallica and Slayer posters.
His greatest change, however, was the one he kept the most under wraps. Day and night it plagued him, but could do nothing about it- his clandestine love for Raven. (Clandestine means secret). When he thought about, it shouldn't be, for he and Raven were polar opposites in virtually every aspect. And yet, he still withheld his fiery passion for the Azareth, even if it was inexorably surreptitious. (Surreptitious means secret too. Sorry, I just like using big words). It all began about two and a half years ago, when Terra had betrayed the Titans to Slade. As a result, his entire world was in shambles.
Flashback (again):
Beast Boy furiously pummeled away at his flayed pillow. Over and over again, the same moments played through his mind as tears streamed down his face. Terra...how could she?
'You stupid ass!' he mentally abused himself. 'You stupid fucking...how could you? How could she?'
He continued battering both his pillow and himself, until a knock on his door stopped his self-blaspheming. He buried his face in his now torn pillow and yelled, "Go away!", expecting it to be Robin or Cyborg. The last thing he needed was sympathy from someone who had no idea of the magnitude in which he was marred.
Despite Beast Boy's tearful admonition, the door slid open, and surprisingly, Raven walked in. Beast Boy looked up from his pillow, his eyes claret from his poignant crying. The Azareth walked over, sat down next to him, and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"We all need a shoulder to cry on sometimes, BB. If it makes you feel better, I can be that shoulder."
Many things about what she just did surprised Beast Boy. First of all, she had called him BB, something that she had never done. Secondly, just the fact that she was here in the first place surprised him.
Beast Boy let his tears flow freely down his face. "Raven, why..."
Raven looked at him straight in the eyes before he could finish his question. "Because I care about you, Beast Boy! It tears me apart to see you like this! I know I never show it, but I genuinely, sincerely care for you!"
Beast Boy smiled weakly. He hesitated for a second or two, but then threw his arms around Raven in a tight embrace, and resumed his weeping on her shoulder. Raven was slightly taken aback, although in a good way. She gently stroked Beast Boy's green hair, not caring that his tears were soaking her cape.
End Flashback
As he cried onto her shoulder that fateful day, he realized that he did indeed love Raven. And although each day he found different excuses, like 'love is such a strong word' or 'we're just friends', with each passing explanation, he only sighed at the futility of it all. He loved Raven, end of story.
Numerous changes had gone on in Raven's little mirror during those fateful three years that had passed. However, her proficient means of concealing every shred of feeling prevented her friends from noticing her great emotional changes. She had managed to hold greater hegemony on her emotions, except for two. Frustration (I don't know if she has that one, so for the purposes of this story she does. I just didn't want to use Rage)- and a new, brick red emotion. Lately, everything Beast Boy did- only him, not Cyborg or Robin or Starfire- somehow managed to grind her nerves until she ran into her room and attempted to find her center. It was always then that her new emotion took over. Her meditation was now constantly interrupted by images of Beast Boy without fail. It usually began with aggravated bemoaning about how annoying he was and the like. Then, everyday, she realized one thing (Come on, you should have been able to guess it by now)-how much affection she housed for the little shape shifter. No matter how much she tried to deny it, no matter how much she didn't want to believe it, it was there, plain and simple. But her cursed emotions prevented her from doing anything about it. She could barely think about him without something exploding, let alone have a relationship with him. At least that's what she told herself. But that nagging voice in the back of her head, the one that we all have, always told her what she didn't want to hear: the truth. And thus, her emotional torture continues.
Cyborg had most likely changed the least of the team. Seeing as he was half- robot, there was not much room for biological growth, so he had changed either very little or not at all on the outside. His emotions had not changed much either. The main distinction now was his new hobby. As Beast Boy began drifting away from video games, Cyborg decided to find a new hobby. Cars were too time-consuming, and working out was only fun for a while. It was then, at what seemed like the quintessence of boredom, that he discovered his newest passion: skateboarding (I know, Cyborg would probably never pick up a board, but give me a break, I had to give him something I was familiar in).
As romantic tensions began to break out in Titans Tower, Cyborg, who had no one, often went to the skate park to escape the constant flirting going on between either Robin and Starfire or Raven and Beast Boy. Which really annoyed him. So, the skate park had become his unofficial sanctuary, which nowadays he made a daily pilgrimage to.
The stage is set. This is their story.