Wow, it's been a very long time since I've updated this story, hasn't it? I know how I'm going to end it, I just needed something to get me on the way there. But, you lot didn't come here to read my author's note; scoot on down to the story!

Angelina opened her eyes, stretching quietly. She stifled a yawn, looking around. She was leaning against the wall, right in front of the door to the little circular room. A crooked smile tugged at her lips; shuffling behind the door told her that her favorite plaything was awake, probably trying in vain to get free. She hauled herself to her feet, stretching again and adjusting her sunglasses. Playtime.

Beast Boy woke with a start, eyes snapping open, heart racing in his chest. He sat up, dazed. All he could remember was being terrified; how had he fallen asleep? His shoulders wrenched back, and he looked back in surprise. Handcuffs…? What had happened? He shook his head, eyes scrambling across the walls. Stacks of speakers towered menacingly, demonic in the dimness. Something was very wrong here, but he couldn't remember –wait. He gasped as the memories sped at him like a semi, lightning flashes of terror and pain storming behind his eyes. He had to get of this place, out of these handcuffs, out of this nightmare.

He closed his eyes and tried to slow his breathing, focusing on the form of a snake. He hadn't been able to shapeshift yet, but that didn't mean he had to stop trying. Much to his delight, he could feel his form starting to slip, his bones softening and grinding into each other as he traded short human fangs for sleek snake ones. And then, he was free.

A stunted, solitary laugh slipped from his lips as he snapped back to his humanoid form, giddy with freedom. He sat up, flinging his legs off the bed and standing on his own for the first time in what felt like years. He laughed again, running his fingers through sweaty green hair. All that was left was to get out of this accursed room, get outside and into the sky, get home.

Forest colored eyes scanned the padded wall for a door. Just as they stumbled across it, the handle turned. Fear sunk in his stomach, but he gritted his teeth and clenched his fist. This psycho was no worse than Slade; he wasn't going down without a fight this time. His bare feet padded rapidly across the ground as he hid himself, crouching to the side of the door and behind a stack of speakers. His little jailbreak was going to need the element of surprise to fool this warden.

Angelina opened the door slowly, hoping to catch the helpless hero by surprise. Her eyes, hidden behind orange lenses, darted to the bed, the crooked smile still playing at her lips. But her sad little toy was nowhere to be seen. Her eyes narrowed and she slipped into the room, slamming the door closed rapidly and clicking the lock shut with a snap of her fingers. He wasn't getting out that easily. "Come out, come out, wherever you- agh!" The rest of her taunt was caught in her throat as the striped fur of a tiger filled her vision and he landed on her, claws extended. Beast Boy snarled deep in his throat, then leapt away into the darkness, unwilling to get tangled once more in her power.

She climbed to her feet, breathing heavily. The low growl of a cat slunk around her, and her smile grew wide. "Here, kitty, kitty," she called blindly, her vision lost in the darkness in which she thrived. She twitched her hands, knocking over a set of speakers. The growl changed pitches and became a dog's howl, and out of the darkness bounded a bristling wolf. He knocked her into the wall; it groaned in protest, the wood starting to give behind the padding.

A pained groan forced its way between her clenched teeth. She raised her open hand and started to close her fist, tossing her power at him sightlessly in hopes of ensnaring him once more. Fluttering feathers told her she'd missed, and she laughed, eyes going wider in an attempt to see. Her grin broadened; this was the fight she'd been hoping for all along. "Wassa matter, pretty polly? Can't you-" An alligator –or was it a crocodile?- dropped from the sky and landed on her, knocking her flat and the air out of her lungs. Beast Boy slid into his human form and rolled off of her, his bare feet slapping against the concrete floor as he headed toward freedom. The door handle rattled as she stood slowly, gasping laughter echoing from her lips as she strained to catch her breath.

"Locked." She heard his mutter from across the room and threw her power out into the darkness again. A speaker clattered to the ground and he let out a pained cry; she'd missed him again, but the speaker hadn't. She ambled toward the door, the quiet shuffling telling her he'd moved again, that he wasn't there any longer. But that didn't matter, she had come up with a sudden plan, something more spur of the moment than she was used to. A few more steps, and she'd reach the light switch. She let out a frightened cry as he sprang up from the ground, his fist connecting with her nose. She hadn't expected the blow, or the strength behind it, and she was caught off guard and thrown off balance.

She landed without her characteristic grace, her head thwacking against the concrete and her sunglasses flying off her face and clattering away on the ground. And again, his focus was on the door, his capture a greater looming enemy than his subdued captor. No laughter bubbled up this time as she scrambled to her feet. He heard her coming and flitted away on delicate bird's wings. Wary of another attack, she darted to the light switch and cupped her hand over it. "Lights out, hero boy," she called, closing her eyes as she flipped the switch.

Wide-eyed in owl form when the lights switched on, Beast Boy fell out of the sky, letting out a pained cry. He hit the ground hard on his shoulder, landing on top of the sunglasses she hadn't bothered to look for. They cracked beneath his sudden weight, and he let out a groan, rolling onto his stomach and stumbling to his feet. He looked around uselessly, trying to stay upright as dizziness hit him hard. The light had blinded him; he had no idea where she was.

Her laughter rang out again; a high giggle that didn't fit the crazed grin he knew had to be adorning her face. The sound echoed around the little room, trapped by the soundproofed walls. He gritted his teeth against the terror rising in his stomach. He couldn't let her win.

So ends another chapter. By the way, thanks to everyone who has reviewed; I've cracked the 100 mark for this story!

Let me know what you thought of Beast Boy's fighting style; shapeshifters are a pain in the rear.

...SnowFallsSlow...