The Young Justice team sat around the table in their meeting room. Everyone was there except Beastboy. The topic of there discussion. He had been on the team for a few weeks but what did they know? He was just someone who had done most of the work in their last mission. He seemed human, but distant. And why would Mento train a kid who had no powers?
Superboy looked away from everyone. He knew part of the truth. He knew that Beastboy was what his name said. He was somewhat of a beast. But he was also a shape shifter, so he wasn't always animal like. But he couldn't tell them. Beastboy was like him in a sense. He wasn't world savvy. He didn't understand how to work with people. He hadn't learned to trust anyone. Just like when he woke for the first time.
"How are we going to learn about him?" asked Artemis.
"Miss Martian could read his mind," said Robin.
"No," said Miss Martian and Superboy in unison. Superboy glanced over at her. Normally she loved reading minds. Why did she not want to read his? He thought back to the dinned. She must have been reading his mind when she fell. He chuckled silently. This was Mento's student. Not an average person.
Beastboy
He was asleep. He knew he was. But the mission wouldn't go away. He was reliving it. Like he did with every gory mission. His body wasn't one to forget. He could the pain in his legs from running to the Joker's room. The team had split up to save survivors. He had the Joker alone. He had used his mini bombs to blow down the door.
He remembered looking Joker dead in the eye.
"So they send a scrawny kid to take me down. Bats you underestimate me," he said with a smile. Beastboy clenched. Getting ready to fight. He smiled evilly. Beastboy growled. Joker came down. Beastboy remembered what Mento had said. He was one to use tricks, not hand to hand combat. He was ready to transform. Joker pulled something out of his pocket. It was a knife.
Beastboy lunged. He forced himself to become a wolf. He let his rage pour from his heart into his attack. He aimed for his arm. But instinct took him to the neck. He bit him hard. But the taste of blood repelled him. That and the knife now stuck in his side. It wasn't too deep. He turned human for a moment. The Joker laughed.
"What fun! A kid with an attitude problem."
Beastboy looked at the knife. He pulled it out quickly. When he did, he felt a jolt down his spine. Should've known that it would contain an electric currant.
He dropped the knife and stumbled backwards. He didn't fall though. He screeched. With pain guiding him. He turned into a falcon.
"Well bird brain, do you think you can beat me?" he said holding a tank of laughing gas. Beastboy flew at him. He got to Joker as he let the gas out. Beastboy was able to get his eyes. He breathed some in. He knew he'd have to quickly turn into something that wouldn't be affected by the gas. In no time at all, in the air, he turned into a cobra. He quickly bit him. Injecting as much poison as his body would allow. Then his vision gave. He couldn't remember what happened then. All he remembered was seeing Joker horribly maimed on the ground and Superboy pulling him back. His head hurt. His eyes opened.
He turned his head to see Nobody charging. He noticed a bottle of the vitamins Mento gave him. He knew he was supposed to take them once a week to keep him in top shape. That and the fact that they helped him eat less.
He smiled just a little. He was cut near the corner of his mouth. So even that hurt. His mind wandered. He wanted to walk around. But his body was in too much pain.
"Nobody?"
The doll's eyes opened and looked over at him.
"Yes?"
"It's dark in here. Can you turn on a light?"
"Of course," it said with a smile jumping off a table. It flicked the switch. He realized he was in his room.
"How'd I get back here?"
"An ally of yours carried you back to your bed."
"An ally?"
"Yes," Nobody pulled out a screen. He then plugged himself into the screen. He drew up a person Beastboy knew all too well.
"Superboy," he said softly. His chest felt warm. He couldn't help but smile. This guy who had no obligation to help him was helping him left and right. It made Beastboy feel sick. He hoped Superboy would soon be horrible to him so it would be easy to kill him when the time came. If he could kill him.
He then felt cold. Animals killed. He was an animal. No. He was what Joker said. A monster. In human flesh. Ready to do what was needed. Even if… Even if it killed them.
Okay everyone thanks for reading. In this past month you guys have given me over 1,000 hits so Thank you so very much. The poem in the last chapter was Nobody by Shel Silverstien. And the song in the chapter before it was raindrops. I don't own either of them.
For all of you who love music, I will have Beastboy write a song. I would like to see either your guy's songs or have you make a video on you tube of the song that I use. I'd love to hear you guys.
