Hello everyone! Solo Gamer here with a Titans one-shot about the green skinned changeling. I loved the original Teen Titans show, and it's probably one of the best cartoons to ever be aired, but I don't think they did Beast Boy justice with their portrayal of him. Anyways, this is a darker take on Beast Boy and his struggle to control his inner Beast, just something I thought up one day. Hope you enjoy!

A deep sigh escaped the green skinned teen's lips as he stared at his gloved hands. His emerald green eyes glowed lightly in darkness of his room taking in what would be his last sight of it, lost in the memories he had in there. If it had been a few months ago he would've thought it was weird that he was up at the ungodly hour of three in the morning, but he found out just how quickly things could change.

A few months ago he'd been happy, well as happy as he could be with his current life. He was the carefree jokester that he needed to be to help the team cope with the stresses of being super heroes. Everything was great! Hell, he and Raven had even moved passed the "I annoy you then you throw me out a window" faze of their relationship and had become true friends. He wished it could've stayed like that, but for him, nothing great ever last.

It started with the whispers in his head, I mean besides the thousands he has to force back every day. Everyone assumed that his powers were just so easy to control, and that there was no consequences from having them. They thought that all it required was a passing thought and he could become any animal in the animal kingdom and then some. Forcing down the animal instincts of thousands of different animals every waking second of your life takes a toll out of you, not to mention the soul shattering pain he felt every time he shifts. He couldn't blame them though, he never told them about it.

He never told them how he was actually a lot smarter than he led them to believe….

He never told them about the scars that riddled his spandex covered body….

He never told them about the atrocities he'd been forced to commit to survive….

He never told them anything about his past, or his powers….

It was better that way…

But this was something else, something that even he didn't know about.

It began shortly after the beast incident. Sure Cyborg had "cured" him of his problem, but Beast Boy knew better than that, he knew himself better than that. That thing has always been there, the chemicals had only given it a physical form. He knew that the Beast wasn't going anywhere. That's when the whispering started. At first it was something he could ignore, but it was always there like a thought tickling the back of his mind. Then it escalated, it grew louder and louder until some days he could barely stand it. Whisperings of death, wildness, and destruction swirling around his head so much it started to affect his performance with the team. He had become angrier in battle, attacking with ferocity that before he had reserved for the few who deserved it.

Then his bloodlust had invaded his dreams, and this was the final straw for him. He put up with the whispering and anger for months, but the dreams?

He couldn't handle the dreams….

They were his worst nightmare come to life. Ever since a few weeks ago every night he had violent dreams of tearing apart his team, no his family, limb from limb. He would relish the sweet sounds of their bloodcurdling wails as the he watched the flesh slowly stretch to its limit then tear, spilling crimson blood on the ground to pool around him. He would stare each and every one of his friends in the eyes as he issued them their grisly fate, a large deranged smile plastered on his face while madness and bloodlust danced in his glowing emerald eyes. He would let the madness bubble out of his throat in a loud vicious roar that shook the air near him as he watched his friend's hearts slowly stop beating.

One…by…one…

The first time he had this dream, no not a dream, a nightmare, he shot straight up in his bed and let lose a scream that sounded as if he was the one dying not his team, tears cascading down his face. Sleep became a distant memory for him as the week's drug on. He was trying his hardest to ignore them, but eventually his will broke and that morning he almost did something he would kill himself for.

It was nearing the end of the week and Beast Boy stumbled into the commons room, heavy bags under his eyes which contained a tired, lost look. The only one in the room at the time was his best friend, and secrete crush, Raven. She had seen him enter, and he could see the worry in her eyes. He knew they were worried about him, but he couldn't tell them about this.

They wouldn't understand…

He was a monster…

A beast barely restrained…

On wrong move and he'd kill them all…

Raven approached him, and Beast Boy began to panic. He'd done his best to steer clear of his friends, only really talking to them when he had absolutely no choice or on a mission. He didn't want them to find out, especially Raven. He couldn't handle her looking at him with fear in the eyes. With the eyes she had in his nightmares. As she approached the whispers intensified, crashing into his brain, intensifying into a crescendo of murder, rage, and torment.

He was losing himself.

He fought as hard as he could, but his instincts were slowly overpowering him. His claws lengthened silently splitting the tops of his gloves, and his fangs sharpened. The closer she got the more he was losing it. The closer she got the more he could feel himself give in. The more he began to relish the thought of ripping into her pale flesh, of tasting her crimson blood, of listening to the beautiful screams that would escape her throat as she…

Cold hard reality slapped him in the face as he came too and found himself lying over a pinned and terrified Raven, his mouth twisted into an insane grin. He fled to his room and hadn't exited since. The other tried to get him to come out. They were persistent, staying at his door for over two hours before finally leaving the young changeling to his coming insanity.

Which lead to his current position.

He sat on the top bunk of his bed, hating what he knew he had to do. His room, which normally resembled a pigsty, was cleaned thoroughly. He could feel it, the beast inside him beckoning him to give in to the bloodlust and wild feelings. He couldn't fight it anymore. He had fought it for months, but it wasn't getting him anywhere. He had to leave in order to keep them safe. That's why he hated himself right now because he knew he had to leave the Titans.

He had to leave his family…

They wouldn't understand….

they would try to stop him….

try to help him…

Even at the expense of their lives…

But that was something he wasn't willing to have happen….

He'd kill himself before he let himself harm them….

'I hate this so much,' he thought as tears began to fall, 'I finally found a family and now this happens.'

He pulled out his communicator and stared at it forlornly. He could remember times when he would just stare at it for hours, a connection between him and his family. He hopped down, his feet barely making a sound as he landed on the soft carpet. He walked forward and his door automatically opened with a swish. He trekked down the long hallway, the whispering a constant reminder of what he had to do.

Another door swished open and he began to climb the stairs in front of him. When he reached the top he swung the door open and was greeted by the soft, chilly caress of the night air upon his tear stained face. The sky was brilliantly lit with stars and a large full moon, the constellations shining clearly. Before all of this he would've been mesmerized, but the sight meant nothing to him now with how he was feeling.

He walked to the edge of the tower, his hand still firmly gripped around his communicator. This was it, this was probably the last time he would see the Tower in a long time. He placed the communicator on the edge of the roof, and with one last look back took a step off the tower.

Gravity claimed him and he plummeted down towards the earth. The fall which in reality was only around five-ten seconds, lasted a life time for the green skinned changeling. For a few moments he contemplated ending it right there, just letting himself smash into the rocky shore below, but no matter how much he hated himself he couldn't bring himself to do it. Right before he collided with the rocky shore below him he morphed into a Peregrine Falcon and soared high into the air. He circled the tower in a final goodbye, and then flew into the night. This was the end of Beast Boy of the Teen Titans.

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