A/N: Well, I've been getting good reviews so far, so I guess I should continue. Keep Reviewing!

For those who reviewed chapter 1, thanks. At this time, I owe thanks to:

El Queso de Malicioso (for being the first reviewer and giving me good revision guidelines)

Haven Artemis Roth, Zaknafain, Lyla, AureliusXsoul, and necro-wulf (for your encouragement)

If I missed you, that doesn't mean I didn't appreciate your review, I just didn't read it in time.

Disclaimer: See the first chapter

By the way, re-read chapter 1, I changed it a little.

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Chapter 2: Beast Boy's Story

"You did what?!" He cried, "But, Raven, why?" Beast Boy looked confused, to say the least.

"Hello? I'm an empath, remember? I could feel how the agony of those bats affected you, and I felt the sick glee of those hell-spawned-kids, too. Why did you get so upset, though? You went into Hulk-mode, Beast Boy. That doesn't happen that often. There is no way that incident could have driven you to such measures on its own."

"It's a long story," he muttered. Oh no, you won't get away with just that. "Explain. Everything. NOW." she said, steel in her voice. He flinched and looked at his feet. He sighed and began to speak.

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"You won't understand unless I explain a couple of things, things even Cyborg doesn't know. And if you tell anyone, Raven, I swear I'll take all your creepy books with me when I leave."

Flashback -- West Africa

"Give me the serum, Dr. Logan,"

"Please, I need more time; there are still some potential problems in the formula."

"You've had 5 years, give it to me, now."

"No."

"I will give you one more chance. If you don't give me the serum in ten seconds, your family will suffer."

"Mr. Wilson, you wouldn't-"

"8 seconds,"

"Please, be reasonable-"

"6 seconds,"

Dr. Logan didn't know what to do. It was against his principles to give a client a dangerous product, but he couldn't sacrifice his family-"

"Daddy, why are you shouting?" A 3-year-old Garfield Logan toddled into the room, his chocolate-colored hands rubbing his sleepy brown eyes.

"3 seconds,"

Dr. Logan had no choice. "Okay, I'll give it to you; just leave them out of this!"

"2 seconds,"

Dr. Logan tore through his desk, finally pulling out a full hypodermic syringe just as time ran out.

FWIP!

The dart hit the researcher in his right carotid, killing him instantly as its payload reacted with his blood. The syringe went flying through the air, as Mr. Wilson calmly reloaded his weapon, knowing that the steel cylinder wouldn't shatter on the floor.

It wouldn't have mattered anyways.

"DADDY!" Screamed the toddler, rushing over to his now-headless father. "Wake-up! Mommy, daddy isn't waking up!"

"Your mother is already dead, so stop your yapping, you're giving me a headache!" Mr. Wilson had fired a second time while the child was shaking its father, his dart sending the woman in the room to a similar fate. He grimaced at the brat's continued screams, wishing he had remembered that he needed a third dart. But first, his prize -- shit...

Too late, the assassin realized that the falling syringe was on a path towards Garfield.

"OW!" Garfield yelped as the thick needle plunged into his spine, slipping somehow between the bones. Within seconds, the toddler was unconscious and the syringe empty.

"Damn it!" Roared a very frustrated Mr. Wilson. Millions of dollars gone, just like that. He yanked the needle out of the child, and raised his foot to deliver a final blow.

Except, the child was gone.

Mr. Wilson blinked. Still gone. All he saw was a scorpion where there should have been a child.

Moreover, this scorpion was not just pissed, it had wings.

Mr. Wilson lost an eye that day. Garfield Logan lost his family.

End Flashback

"I woke up in a hospital, I don't remember much else, but that is how I became Beast Boy. I assume that the 'problems' my dad mentioned had to do with anger triggering the whole Beast thing. I still don't know who, 'Mr. Wilson' was, or even if he survived my attack. I don't even remember what he looked like. Anyways, back to me explaining:"

Flashback – Detroit, Michigan

"Hey, weed-boy! You're in the newspaper!"

Great, just what he needed right now, Todd the Bully. Garfield Logan, now 9-years-old, had been living on the streets of Detroit since his foster-family had abandoned him here 3 years ago on a trip from their home in Chicago.

"Look, weed-boy, I'm serious! Come see!" Todd sneered.

'I guess I better see what he's so excited about, maybe then he'll stop following me.' thought Garfield, taking the offered paper and glancing at the headline.

It was the Weekly World News, a tabloid that only printed false reports. The front page was titled, 'Bat-boy spotted in Detroit!' and it showed a doctored photo of Garfield, his hair replaced with a bald head, and his elfish ears stretched along with his eyes, creating a creature that did indeed look vaguely bat-like. It was a black-and-white picture, so his green skin didn't show, but a clever person who saw Garfield would still see the connection. Garfield felt tears begin to well in his eyes. Ever since that 'incident' in West Africa, he had been labeled a freak. Now, people were making money off it. It was too much.

So of course, Todd had to take it a step further.

"Come on, bat-boy, play a game with us! It's called batball!"

End Flashback