another new story! yay! only one update per week so no new chapters for united. sorry! i just got really excited with this story. i know its not the best...i was rushed to finish it at the end. but hopefully they will get better. the cujo story is in progress and i will not stop writing united. its just going at a slower pace than preferable. its all because of stupid homework. 2 reasearch papers! i mean, really, who does that? the civil rights project is almost over, but we just started in world history. if anyone knows of good resources for the red baron that would be extremely nice of you to suggest them to me.

so this chapter's about beast boy. next is cyborg in B for Benign.

Disclaimer: I have no legal rights to the ownership of the Teen Titans.

I don't want to be the one
The battle's always choose
'Cause inside I realize
That I'm the one confused.
--Breaking the Habit by Linkin Park

A for Abomination

I vaguely remember the times before I was with the Doom Patrol. I remember I wasn't always like this. I was normal.

The green skin, green hair, point ears, and fangs were a part of the original package. Garfield was a normal boy who underwent extreme circumstances. These circumstances I have yet to figure out how to reverse.

But in all of that, I have gotten back at denial. I have accepted my own fate, but others didn't do the same. I was an oddity.

Flashback

I ran through the streets of an older suburb. My younger self knew where he was going; he knew the streets and roadways like the back of my hand. I was covered in old army sweats. They were always the comfiest and kept me warm. The bottom of my pants were coated in dirt. It had rained earlier and caused everything to become slippery.

A hood covered my newly green face. That was the catalyst to this little problem of mine.

Without parents to back me up, the town had a meeting and declared me a "disaster waiting to happen." Those were their exact words. I can still hear them screaming that one phrase down the street as they chased me.

I passed through a wooden area, hoping to lose the mob following close behind me. I jumped up a tree. As soon as I looked down I noticed this height was unnaturally high for a boy of my age to be jumping. "Great," I thought. "Another side effect." As if the green skin wasn't enough to turn the village against me.

The flashing lights and lit torches hovered underneath my hiding spot. I covered the exposed parts of my skin with leaves. I knew they would never expect a young boy to be this high up, but I was being precautious.

My heightened sense of hearing stretched for the callings of a drunken mob. Most of the people knew me…before this incident. They knew I was no harm to their lives, but this change in their daily routine changed them. Suddenly, I was a threat; a bug that was in need of extermination.

I never knew when I fell asleep, but next thing I remember is waking up to the basking sun in my face. It was still early in the morning, I could tell that much, but the exact hours of how long I had been in that tree were unknown.

There was no body around and the woods seemed peaceful and quiet. It was the style of quiet one finds directly after a huge disaster.

I was still afraid, but knew I had to work fast to stay alive. I jumped down from the tree and began walking in the opposite direction of the village. That was one place I knew I would never return to.

My human steps were loud and clumsy against the rustling of the forest floor. I paused, thinking of my next move. I knew I had to keep moving: that was my only hope for survival.

I did not have complete control over my morphing powers, but I believed this time was as good as the next. Besides, what did I have to lose now?

I was familiar with the wolf…they lived in these forests. I knew they could run for hours on end. I decided to give it a try with my newfound powers.

I focused on a typical timber wolf. Slowly I could feel my body changing. It didn't hurt, but it was definitely not something I was used to. This would take some getting used to, I knew.

Before I knew it, I was on all fours. My sight had worsened, but my nose and ears could smell and hear anything I needed to know. I ran towards water, which happened to have no smell of humans. The brief run got me thirsty, so I took a drink from the stream. I stared down at my reflection. I was a large green wolf. I could see the muscles under my fur, even though as a boy I wouldn't get those same muscles for many more years. I could feel the power in my bones; the raw instinct to run just for pleasure.

I couldn't contain it any longer; I broke away from the stream and ran. I had no idea where I was headed, and frankly, I didn't care at the time. I ran past tree after tree, never stopping for food or water or rest. It just felt good to run.

I heard a twig crack next to me. It halted my steps. My ears turned to get a better listen. Nothing moved now. The forest around me was unnaturally still. I was upwind, so my nose was of no help in this situation.

I had to rely on my poor eyes now. I turned my head to see the shape of a man escaping through the trees. I saw the reflection of his eyes against the moon. Wait, the moon? I looked up: it was dark. I had been running all day. I realized I had no idea where I was now. Plus, this man was watching me.

Without warning, the man broke into an ambush. He screamed and it pierced my ears. I yelped and using the skillfulness of the wolf, I dodged his attack.

I ran, relieved to be free of the ambush. I ran, past the trees, the natural woodland creatures, and the life I left behind.

I don't remember how or when, but I eventually fell asleep. I woke to the sound of rustling leaves. My body became tense; it had learned self defense in the harsh recent nights.

I was no longer in my wolf form. All that was left of me was some underwear and the remnants of the sweatpants I was wearing when I left. How long ago was that? I thought to myself. I had left my concept of time back with the old village.

I felt vulnerable. I was alone and an outlaw.

A comforting-looking woman stood above me. Her height intimidated me, but somehow her body gave off a calming aura. My animal senses told me I could trust her.

"Come, little green one," she said to me. Her hand outstretched.

My clawed hands reached up to grasp the human in front of me. Her grip was tight, but affirming, as if saying "I'll never let go."

We walked away from the direction of the forest. The wolf inside urged me to go into the security of the trees, where its true home was, but I followed the lady, going against the judgment that had saved my life these nights.

I was in a new home now.

so there it is. read and review please. i am here merely to serve the great reader.