Chapter two: Surprises

Whoa! Did not expect for this to happen. Yes it's a two-shot. Maybe more! I don't know yet, but my head is buzzing with all these idea that came to overnight. And the best part is, if you and I are lucky enough this will be an everyday story! That means a new chapter every day. Come on say it…
sweetness!

Disclaimer: *sobs in black clothes* the Titans are dead and I will never own them. Happy? *Sobs even more*

Hours later, Beast boy was starring once again at his ceiling. He couldn't sleep. Just the thought of someone actually cared about him kept him awake. He looked up as he heard three soft knocks at the door.

"Come in." He called out. No one entered. "I said you could come in." he called out again. No such answer. Sighing, he got up and walked to the door, about to tell whoever off. He was only met with cards with arrows on them, leading him down the hallway.

He rolled his eyes, and began following the cards to the common room.

'This is so lame.' He thought. 'But thoughtful. I don't want everyone to feel guilty for not knowing about my birthday.' Nearing the common room, he took a deep breath before opening it.

"Surprise!" Robin, Starfire, Cyborg, and Raven somewhat yelled. The room was filled with green and purple balloons, and multi-colored streamers. There was Cyborg's seven layered cake, and Starfire was holding her meat crown, which was plopped on his head.

"Thanks guys, really." Beast boy said, slowly taking off the hat. "But you shouldn't have."

"What do you mean 'shouldn't have'?" Cyborg said.

"I mean I don't…. I- this is just a waste of time." He finally got out.

"We are truly sorry for never celebrating your day of birth. All is forgiven?" Starfire asked.

"I'm not angry. I didn't tell you so you don't have to feel guilty. It's just… nothing good ever happens on my birthday. That's why I celebrate it alone."

"Please Beast boy, I'm not asking you as your leader, but as your friend. I don't know what would've happen to me, to any of us if it wasn't for you. Could you at least stay for cake?" Robin asked. Beast boy could detect the hurt in his words, and gave in.

"Fine. But let me run back and get my communicator. A hero is always prepared." Without giving them a time to answer, he ran out the door to his room. Digging in the last place he saw it, which was underneath a pile of dirt laundry.

"Looking for this?" Instantly, he stopped what he was doing, his eyes growing wide. He knew that voice. That same voice that haunted his dreams since his parents died. The voice of… "It's been a while hasn't it Logan?"

"It can't be. You're supposed to be in jail. You were supposed to be dead." He whispered.

"I am very much alive. Why don't you look up and see?" Beast boy slowly looked up towards his window, and saw a man who held out his communicator mockingly. This man…was Nicholas Galtry.

"What do you want?" Beast boy asked, glaring daggers.

"The same thing I wanted when you ran away. I'm a little low on money, y'know." He showed him his rows of yellow teeth, causing Beast boy to cringe.

"Over my dead body."

"That can be arranged. I won't kill you today; I just wanted to give you this message." He began to walk out the window. "Happy Birthday." And he was gone. Starring out the open window, he finally let his words sink in. he was going to die. Whether he liked it or not, he was going to be murdered by his uncle. He slowly slid down the wall.

This was the end of Garfield Mark Logan.

I personally hate this chapter; it was too fast for me. Tell me if you think I should continue this story, and any ideas would be pt at use. Please review.