I prowl around my cage, staring wearily into the darkness. I sense a presence and my ears rise. A single thought echoing throughout my crazed mind: Starfire. She is here.
What is she doing here? Did she come to kill me? To make me suffer for what I did to the others? I hope not, though I deserve it… I never meant to attack anyone. Never in a million years would I have killed anyone in my right mind. But I'm not right anymore, I'm crazy. Insane. Ballistic. An animal. I never meant for this damn thing to make me dangerous. Stupid chemicals, stupid me! I growl loudly to this thought. Who told those stupid scientists to leave their damn chemical barrels out in the open? I growl again before I notice that the presence has gotten closer.
I edge away from her into a corner of my cage. Her smell…that smell of freshness, mustard, and her strange alien foods. It makes her smell…nice. Her flesh. Firm, tender, sweet…No! What am I thinking? I bash my head against the bars hoping this ghost would just leave me alone. But it doesn't. It talks.
I hear her speak, yet I do not understand. A mound of stuff spewing from her lips. Words, she is speaking… English? So long ago have I used that. My clumsy useless tongue stumbles over my words as I learn to speak again.
Why…are you here? I here myself ask. I can feel her fear even in this dark corner.
"To take you home." is her response. I laugh as I turn my head to her. Your...funny. 'Take me home'? Haha. Wasn't it Robin who threw me into this cage? Or was it Cyborg? Or perhaps it was you Star? Who am I? My memory is weak and I don't care frankly. I 'relax' in that corner of the cage, though my mind is tense. Leave. There's nothing you can do here. I've accepted my fate as the animal and 'pet' of the Titans. I 'hug' myself in this cage of mine. I feel my skin and phantom injuries. My eyes burnt out long ago. For now, my mind has returned, but soon, it'll leave again. This cage, holding my fears and desires from everyone except me, is their savior and my destroyer. I feel it again, that horrible yet addicting desire to kill. To rip flesh like it was paper and see the victim squirm and scream. To laugh at their pain as I inflict more. I shudder instinctively as my paws curl up into fists. Starfire has not left for I feel her there, probably looking at me with pity. I sense her fear radiating like a light bulb among other things. She moves closer till she is just inches away from the bar. My desire overcomes me and my clawed hand try to slash her through the bars. But the space between the bars is too small and I just smash my paw at the bars. The pain of it strikes my brain, and the desire slowly dissipates. But as soon as the pain lessens, the desire comes again. Since I have no one, I wreck myself. My mind slips and falls into darkness. When I wake up, I'll hurt, but at least everyone will be safe.