1I survived exams!!!! Well, today was supposed to be my first day back at school, but we had a snow day, so I decided to write. I hope you like it, now please read on, and review!!
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Four years ago
Where?
Something... it hurt...
What happen...?
There was a...boat...and, fire, a noise... an explosion...
Mom, Dad...
Slowly his heavy lids opened. The memories were blurred, but he knew they were gone. His parents. Yet...
His memories were, non-existent. There was the explosion, the one were he lost his parents, but, who were his parents? Who was he? He was in a white room, perhaps a hospital? The pounding pain in his head could be from injury, along with his lose of memory, it seemed logical.
He lifted his hand to scratch his itchy cheek, but froze as green flashed his vision. Slowly he held his hands infront of his face. Both were covered in fuzzy emerald green fur. Panicking the boy leapt from his bad. The room was empty, except for the wooden bed, there was no medical equipment. He was starting to doubt that was really in a hospital.
A noise beyond the door cause the boy to jump. His attention was drawn to the steel door (the only thing in the room that wasn't painted a startling white), the door opened slowly, revealing a tall man wearing a white lab coat, with white pants and white tennis shoes, the man's hair was an alarming white-blond, but the scariest thing about this man was his eyes. The steal blue, soulless eyes seemed to bore wholes in the poor boy.
"Well, well," the man's voice was cold, unfeeling, "It appears our little monster has awakened."
Monster?
The boy felt anger pulse through his veins, he wasn't a monster. He had to get out of here.
"Come now, I'll just give you a little shot."
The boy may not remember much, but needles and a scary man was not a good combination. Out of fear the boy fled like a scared animal. The man tried to block the door but the boy dropped on all fours and with awing speed he raced between the man's legs, and into the corridor.
Escaping from the alarming white into the dreary grey hall was a huge difference, but the boy was too concerned with running to notice. He didn't know where he was going, but he knew it would be worse if he was caught. The sounds of people running met his ears, the smell of what could be nothing but medicine bombarded his nose, making it difficult to breath. He was running on two feet now, never once tripping.
The hall seemed to stretch on forever, but finally he saw a door, and when he reached it he ripped it open (silently thanking god it was open, and marveling at his own strength). He was faced now with a staircase, but unlike the hallway he could see the end of this obstacle. Without a second thought he took off up the stairs. He paused at the top, peering through the window in the door, it seemed to lead to a lobby of some sort, an empty lobby. The boy could no longer hear the footsteps behind him, and he knew freedom was within his reach.
The boy found that the door was still unlocked, his luck had yet to falter. He raced through the lobby, and he reach the glass entrance doors. Taking hold of the handle he pulled.
They were locked.
The boy could now hear footsteps, impossibly close. Instinct toke over, and the boy's green fist shattered through the glass.
A fierce wind shot through the broken door, snow fluttered into the lobby.
The boy raced into the cold winter night, ignoring the pain in his hand. He kept running, down the street, and turning into the first alley he saw. He collapsed into the luckily fluffy snow, and fell into a fitful dreamless sleep.
The next day
The boy awoke numb, curled up in a ball in the snow. Shadows fell into the ally, only the slightest amount of light was allowed in. The lid of a trash can glittered in the slim light. Slowly the boy dragged his limp body over to it. Looking into the lid of the trash can, a freak stared back up at him.
A boy with emerald green skin, forest green hair, and sorrow filled green eyes looked back at him. His green lips were cracked and bloody. His hair was soaked, but even being with it plastered to his head he could see it was chopped unevenly. Purple bags beneath his eyes clashed terribly with his green skin/hair/eyes. Green was officially his least favourite color.
Opening his mouth he stared at a row of fangs.
That man had been right, he really was a monster, a beast. A boy-beast.
Beastboy.
Present day
Rachel was relived when the bell rang, signaling lunch time. After lunch Rachel had one class then she was free of school for the rest of the day, only to return to be tortured the next day.
Lunch was quieter then usual, and Rachel soon found herself heading towards last period, art. Art was an easy, no brain, anyone-can-take-it-and-pass class, with an added bonus Victor was in her class.
Rachel felt almost, happy walking towards her art classroom, carrying her sketchbook and pencil case. The door was open and Rachel stepped inside the warm colored classroom. She froze when she saw Vic talking to the person she dreaded most -Drake-, Rachel's body went numb and she dropped her things on the ground.
Both Vic and Drake turned to look at her, along with quite a few other people. Rachel blushed, then quickly bent over to pick up her book and pencil case. A hand appeared infront of her face, and Rachel looked up to see Drake offering her help to stand up. Blushing Rachel looked down, and mentally scolded herself. She pushed the hand away and stood on her own.
"You ok Rae?" Rachel looked at Vic and nodded, purposely avoiding looking at Drake.
"I'm fine" she muttered. The look on Victor's face showed he didn't believe her, but luckily he dropped it, for now.
"You know Drake right?" Vic gestured to the boy that stood beside her, effectively blocking the doorway.
"Yeah, he's, uh, in my math class." Rachel stuttered, so unlike her, Drake seemed to be able to shatter her mask.
A conversation between the two guys began, and Rachel chose to sit this one out. Instead she walked over to the window (there was still a few good minuets before class started). Rachel looked out the window, there was one tree up against the side of the school, then the large football field took up the rest of the space to the road.
There was a bird perched on one of the branches of the tree, its was hard to see because it appeared to be the same green shade as the rest of the tree, GREEN?!
Rachel squinted, trying to tell if she was imagining it, or possibly it was just a leaf, that looked like a bird... no, it was defiantly a green bird.
"What are you looking at?" Rachel forced herself not to jump as Drake appeared beside her.
"Nothing." She silently rewarded herself for maintaining her calm. She looked back to where the bird was, only to find it gone. Not only was a green bird weird (Rachel had never heard of a green bird before), but it was late October, most birds had migrated south by now.
"Better head over to your seat now, class is about to start." Drake commented, drawing her attention back to him, Rachel nodded.
Slowly Rachel sat, but she found that through the whole class (they were talking about how to shade, it was very interesting) she couldn't focus, her mind kept going back to that little green bird.
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villains flocked through Gotham city, with only the Dark Knight and the Boy Wonder to keep them from destroying Gotham. They caught every villain, even the Joker (although they often escaped shortly after being captured), the only exception was Red X.
The masked villain was most defiantly a teen, no different from the Boy Wonder himself. The teen was a thief, not a supervillain out to destroy the world or take over the city, so how had he attracted the interest of the Dark Knight?
The answer lay in the items X had stolen, all of which could be traced to have magical properties.
The Batman had faced enough to know that magic was not something that existed only in fairytales, but in the real world too. By legend the items X had been collecting, when connected, along with a certain gem, a portal connecting two dimensions would open, and the Scath would appear upon Earth.
'The gem was born of evil's fire...'
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