Hey y'all I hope you're enjoying this upspree, I've been busy with finals and my original story. And since the live action titans series' second season I've lost motivation for writing so I needed a looooooooooong break. I asked Elivia22 to help write for/with me. The plot is with me, but she write this chapter and the chapter before this. She's got a talent for gore and angst, oh God, I hope you don't have heart problems. Otherwise just skip this chapter lol. Enjoy.


Things were going quite well for the couple. They spent their free time together and were starting to make compromises for things they were different about. Beast Boy finally managed to make Raven play video games WITH him and not at midnight in secret. In exchange he was forced to meditate and try herbal tea. He still preferred his black tea and cream coffee. But meditation wasn't all bad.

Young empath finally tried vegan food, and it truly wasn't as bad as Cyborg had made her think it'd be. Her older brother's really good at mind manipulation, isn't he?

Beast Boy threw himself on the sofa, stretching and sighing deeply. He turned his head and grinned at his girlfriend who was sitting beside him. With Cyborg still recovering from being in Trigon- sorry- Raven's dimension and Richard and Kori on a date, they had the tower to themselves and were planning on a nice, movie hangout. Several snacks and beverages on the table and a drama-horror movie- not as scary as Wicked Scary- ready to be watched. Moonlight Massacre III.

"The movie was named the 6th best movie in drama and 10th in horror. Whoever watched it said they puked a lot." Raven said, looking at the movie review with her phone. "And it says here, it got popular for its gore. It's not really scary but it will make your heart ache."

She grabbed a bowl from the table and looked at it in confusion. "Dry beans?"

Beast Boy chuckled at her mistake. "Soy seeds." He replied as he grabbed the bowl from the sorceress' hands. "It's my guilty pleasure." He said as he stuffed a fist full into his mouth.G_ T. Azar: Soy seeds are my guilty pleasure, I love those tasteless but delicious and chewy beans.

"Leave some for the movie, Garfield." Raven said as she reached for a bowl of popcorn.

The movie started, Their eyes were fixed on the screen as they were mindlessly eating. The movie was good, really scary they had to admit, even though it wasn't anywhere as scary as Wicked Scary was. The plot was good and the surprise scares made their hearts skip a bit.

Now Raven was chewing on soy seeds as they were the only solid snack left, and she didn't want to move from the sofa. Little grass stain was right though- those seeds aren't bad. She looked at Beast Boy. His condition seemed very odd to her. At the start of the movie, he was normal, enjoying the movie while holding her close. But after some time, he didn't seem scared in the slightest bits, or disgusted by the blood and flesh. He seemed to be familiar with it. This surprised Raven, because she was sure he hadn't seen the movie before. Raven couldn't take her eyes off the scene on the huge screen in front of them. They were at the climax of the movie. Finally they were about to learn what caused the mass murderer to become so violent. On the screen is a young boy-around twelve or thirteen, trembling and crying in his room. His black and purple outfit was torn almost to shreds. The room was nearly empty, except a dirty mattress in the corner. Dried blood stains could be seen on the walls and on the floor. It was obvious he wasn't being taken care of properly. A larger man, his father stood in front of him, a black bullwhip in his hand.

"P-please F-father!" Raven winced hearing the desperation in the boy's voice. It hurt her seeing the young lad shaking in fear. "I'm sorry I ran away! I-I won't do it again! I swear!"

The large man on the screen sneered at his offspring. "You're damn right you won't. Because I'm going to give you a flaying that you'll never forget!"

The boy backed up, hitting the wall. He had nowhere to go. His green eyes became huge in fear, sweat dripping from his wheat colored hair. "N-no! Please!"

Raven cringed as the father swung his arm back, striking the boy with the long, thin whip. The boy let out an agonizing scream, falling to his knees. How could a father treat his own son like that? Raven hid her face in Beast Boy's shoulder as the sound of the whip hitting the young boy over and over again rang in her ears. Seeing the welts from the weapon appear on the boy's skin and the blood seeping on the floor is too much. The boy continued to cry as his father beat him mercilessly. She half expected Beast Boy to pull her closer to comfort. He didn't.

When Raven had the courage, she looked at her green skinned boyfriend. His face was completely blank, no emotion whatsoever. Why is he reacting so coldly to such a terrible scene? Beast Boy is the sweetest, gentlest person she ever knew. This has to affect him at least a little. Then as she saw his eyes flinch with every blow the boy on the screen received it hit her. He wasn't scared, but he was familiar with what was happening-familiar because he had lived through this himself. He had the scars to prove it. Yet he wouldn't show it in the slightest. If Raven wasn't an empath, and got more powerful at it, if she wasn't familiarized with Garfield's behavior, she'd never see through his mask.

"You are worthless burden on the family! You are to live in the stables from now on like the BEAST you are!" The father bellowed. He tossed the whip aside and grabbed the young boy roughly by the collar.

The boy said nothing in return. Instead he let out a whimper of pain. The pain in the boy's green eyes was more emotional than physical. He let out a terrified squeak as his father brutally dragged him out of the room.

Raven watched a tear fall from Beast Boy's eyes and slide down his cheek, followed by another. "Gar?" she called for her green boyfriend, gripping onto his shoulder. "We can watch something else if you don't like this."

Beast Boy looked at her, he was in sheer embarrassment, yet his eyes were filled with gratitude. "Please, I really don't like this." He said.

"You should've told me earlier." Raven replied as she got the CD out. "I'd recommend something else if you don't like gore." She put the CD back in its case.

The green changeling shook his head. "It's not the gore. Or the horror. Wicked Scary had both and even more than this, remember?"

Raven nodded. "That's why I'm curious." She said, scooting closer to him. "What's going on? D-do you want to talk about it?"

Beast Boy sighed heavily. He could feel the burden of his past like a heavy weight on his chest, a weight impossible to remove. Every time he tried, he'd break into pieces. His mask would break, and he would break. There would be nothing left of him but a empty shell. Again. "No. I don't want to talk about it..."

Raven gently caressed his shoulder. "It's alright... I know I'm not the best person to talk to... but I'm here if you ever want to."

Garfield laughed bitterly. "No Rae, that's not it. I love talking to you. Whenever you don't put that indifferent mask on, you're the best company. But... whenever I talk about my past... It hurts, it hurts a lot." Raven hugged him.

Beast Boy pushed her away, his head was spinning. The memories were overpowering his mind. It was almost too much to bear. The walls seemed to be cloing in on him. Breathing was becoming more difficult. He had to get out of here. He couldn't let her see him break. "I-I need to go to my room for a while. I'll watch a movie with you later. Is that okay?" He asked. His heart was truly aching, burning even. He couldn't get the movie out of his head. He couldn't get those damned memories put of his head, Galtry's evil laughs, his own cry of pain, and the burning and aching of his body. The taste of blood in his mouth. It all came back to him, although it was really never gone to begin with. He was having a mental break down just thinking about it, thinking about THAT. Let alone talk about it, he'd die if he did.

Raven looked at him as he walked away. A loud sigh escaped her lips. She couldn't let him go like that. She could feel he was having a mental breakdown. It was painful. The lightheaded-ness, the tightness in his chest, the pain in his heart, and a horrid feeling of a dull knife plunged in his back. She could feel it all...

Raven closed her eyes. "Azarath Metrion Zinthos," she chanted. Instantly she felt herself go invisible. A cloaking spell. Nobody would be able to see her or feel her presence. She had to find some way to comfort her green boyfriend, even if he wanted to be alone. He can't be alone-not while being in such a fragile state. She rushed toward the green changeling's chamber. Soundlessly she phased through the door into his room.

When she arrived Beast Boy was looking at himself in the mirror. He sighed loudly, taking off his shirt. He took a long look at himself, shaking his head.

Raven blushed from ear to ear seeing his lean and masculine build. It was the second time she'd seen him like that. And seen his scars on his back and his chest. The whips marks are in all different directions: criss-cross, diagonal, in may shapes. They have long since healed, but Raven knew that Beast Boy hadn't. "The scars only make him more attractive." Lust crooned. Raven shook her head. She wasn't here to drool over her handsome boyfriend, she was there to help him.

Beast Boy absently touched the middle of his back, breathing heavily. Raven noticed for the first time that he had a large tattoo there. At least it looked like a tattoo at first. It was about palm sized and contained one word. BEAST. When she took a step closer, she realized it's just another scar. The largest scar he had. Who would do something like that to him? Who would hurt someone so sweet and gentle? She had to find out.

The green changeling covered his face with his palms. He leaned against the wall, slipping down. He was shaking and sobbing. Raven watched sadly, her worry growing more and more. She sat in front of him, still cloaked. She could hear his whispers now. He was scared, he was hurt, his mind wasn't there.

"A Beast...Galtry...he was right...I am...a Beast." Beast Boy mumbled in between sobs.

Raven felt shocked by his words. She had never heard Beast Boy talk about himself in such a negative way before. And to say something that was totally not true. She longed to give him the comfort that he desperately needed at this moment. She didn't though. She remained hidden behind her invisible cloak.

Enough was enough. She couldn't let him suffer like this anymore without knowing more about his past. And if he wasn't going to tell her, then she would find out another way. Raven knew that this would be violating Beast Boy's privacy, but she didn't care. She loved him and wanted more than anything to be able to take the pain away.

Raven gentle reached out, her hand getting lost through his emerald hair. She closed her eyes and concentrated. "Memoriae."

Suddenly Raven felt herself falling. It was like traveling to Nevermore, except a much steeper drop. The wind blew through her long violet hair. After what seems hours she landed hard on the ground. The force was so sudden, Raven fell to her knees, the breath knocked out of her. It had been a while since she had entered someone's memory. Once she recovered from the sudden fall, Raven rose to her feet. Her heart pounded in anticipation as she took in the strange surroundings. She was about to learn the secrets behind Garfield's past. She was ready.

BBRae

Beast Boy couldn't control the sobs that were escaping his throat. His body shook from the multitude of emotions that he had been holding back for so long. He had thought that once he came to the Titans he could forget about his traumatic past. He was so wrong. The scenes from the horror movie brought them all back at full force and now they were replaying in his mind all over again. Every punch, every slap; the stinging sensation on his back and chest from the whip that Galtry kept in the barn by the horses. But the worst thing Galtry ever did to him was something Beast Boy would not forget for the rest of his life. The day he was truly labeled a Beast.

Twelve year old Garfield Logan crept silently through the huge mansion, hoisting a small bag over his shoulder. The bag wasn't very heavy, which he had planned. The heavier the bag, the more likely it would slow him down. He needed to get out of here as quickly as possible before his guardian, Nicholas Galtry woke up. If the large man caught him again trying to escape, Garfield knew the consequences would be dire.

He had been living with his guardian for a few years now. At first Nicholas seemed happy to be taking care of the young boy, despite how strange Garfield looked with the green skin and unusual powers. However his facade didn't last long. First it was just small things: a punch here, a slap there. Then as Garfield got older the abuse became more frequent and more violent. His green back was covered in scars from whatever weapon Galtry could get his hands on: a whip, a knife, broken beer bottles. His chest looked just as bad. He would always hit Garfield somewhere that could be hidden. No marks, no proof. Garfield knew it would mean death for him if he told anyone. Now at twelve years old he had decided that enough was enough. He had to get out of there now before things got worse.

Garfield held his breath as he began his descent down the long winding staircase towards the front door. Galtry was a very light sleeper. One sound and he would be in major trouble. All he had to do was reach the bottom of the stairs, then somehow slip through the small crack under the door. The only way Garfield could manage that was by using his powers to turn into something small. He hated using his powers. It brought back memories of not being able to save his parents from the boating accident. Not only that-he didn't know how to control it. He had to try.

When he finally reached the bottom of the stairs, Garfield felt some of the stress that was weighing heavily on his shoulders ease up ever so slightly. Part one of his plan was complete. He looked around in the adjacent rooms. There was no one in the parlor. The only sound was from the fire in the fireplace that is dying. There was no one in the hallway, or in the large dining room. He was alone. Another weight of stress disappeared. He was so close to freedom. Now all he had to do was concentrate. Focus on what animal he wanted to turn into. Maybe he would turn into a-.

Without warning a large hand grabbed Garfield roughly by the arm, twisting it painfully behind his back. Garfield could feel the bones in his arm being stretched. "And where do you think you're going?!" Galtry whispered harshly in Garfield's ear. His deep baritone voice was full of rage.

"A..away from you!" Garfield struggled to break free. Galtry's grip on his arm was about to become unbearable. "P-please just let me go!"

"Never! You are mine, boy! I shall do with you what I please!" As if it was no effort at all Galtry flung Garfield as hard and far as he could into the parlor.

BAM!

Garfield let out a cry of pain as he landed hard on top of the glass coffee table, the force causing it to break. Shattered glass dug into his green skin. Already Garfield could feel the blood seeping from the various wounds. The impact caused Garfield's powers to spasm out of control. Immediately he changed into a dog, yipping in cries of pain. He shook his head and turned human again. His green eyes grew huge as he watched the large man advance swiftly toward him. Galtry's dark hair was up in all directions-as if he had just woken up from a deep sleep. His round face was flushed and full of absolute fury. His dark eyes, which Garfield would always describe as a bottomless pit were blazing.

Garfield cowered, his entire body trembling. He was in trouble now. His heart pounded hard against his chest. "P-please don't hurt me! I'm sorry! I won't try r-running away again!"

Galtry stopped in front of the green boy. "You're damn right you won't try this again! I'm going to give you a beating you'll never forget." He grabbed him by the color of his torn black T-shirt. "When I'm done with you, you'll wish you've never been born."

Another cry escaped Garfield as he felt Galtry's fist hit him hard in the chest, then the stomach. His chest was already sore from the last beating-which was yesterday. The bones of his ribcage snapped like twigs. Blood seeped from Garfield's mouth as a fist struck him hard, first on one side, then the other. This was the first time Galtry had hit him in the face. With each blow inflicted on the young boy, he began to change in random animals: a cat, a bird, a turtle. All small animals that were not useful for protection. Garfield's heart sank. The fact that Galtry was now assaulting him on visible parts of his body meant he was not going to make out of this beating alive.

Galtry kicked Garfield as hard as he could in the stomach, then the head. The green boy's head spun. It was becoming difficult to see. The room was spinning. Once again he felt himself change-into a small boar. Galtry's evl face twisted in disgust. "Hideous beast of burden! You want to be such a vile creature? Fine. I think it's time you started living in the barn anyway."

Garfield's green face paled. "N-no. Not the barn! Please! I beg of you!"

Too weak to fight back, Garfield was dragged out the large frond doors and towards the back of the mansion to where the red and white barn was located. The green boy wanted to cry out. If he could let someone, anyone know what was happening to him he might be saved. However the pain was too great and all Garfield could do was whimper. Once they reach the barn Galtry threw the small boy so hard inside, he hit his head hard against one of the stalls.

Garfield shut his eyes and waited for the stinging sensation of the whip- a feeling that he was unfortunately used to. Galtry forced Garfield on his stomach with his large black boot. The young boy began to cry, out in fear and pain. Deep down he knew that the worst was going to come.

Without warning Garfield felt a blade plunged into his lower back. The blade was pushed in so far Garfield could feel it scrape against the bone."AAAAH!"

The cries of pain didn't stop Galtry in the slightest. If anything it motivated him even more. Using the dull knife he moved the blade in different directions, pulled it out, then plunged it in again in another part of Garfield's back. The excruciating pain was beyond anything Garfield had ever felt before. Garfield buried his head in his arms and cried. He wasn't sure how much more he could take. With all his heart he wished his guardian would kill him and get it over with. He didn't want to live like this anymore. His lower back was becoming soaked in blood.

"There," Galtry said in satisfaction ten agonizing minutes later. "Now the whole world will know the BEAST you are! Oh and maybe this will be a reminder what will happen if you ever try to run away again."

Garfield's screamed became haunting as he felt something squirted in the wounds that Galtry had just made on him. The throbbing pain he felt from the dull knife was replaced by a stinging sensation. Garfield sucked in his breath, trying not to think about the pain. But it was becoming impossible. He wanted to die.

"I think that's enough for today," Galtry said. "See you tomorrow son...if you don't bleed to death." With an evil laugh the large man left the barn, locking the doors behind him.

Garfield continued to cry. Already he could feel his body become weaker from the loss of blood. His back was becoming sticky from the injuries on his back and still throbbing from whatever Galtry poured into the wounds. With each passing minute, it became more and more difficult to make a sound-difficult to breathe. In his heart he knew that he wasn't going to survive the night. For the first time, he didn't want to. Now all he wanted was for it to all end at long last.

When he finally ran out of tears, the green boy found himself finally getting some of his strength back. The pain wasn't nearly as excruciating as before. Slowly Garfield managed the strength to get to his knees. Gingerly he touched his back, wincing. This was the worst thing that Galtry had done to him so far. Despite his recent promise to Galtry to never try running away again, Garfield knew he had to find a way to escape. Otherwise Galtry would go too far one day and actually kill him.

Gritting his teeth, Garfield forced himself to his feet. His body swayed, the world spinning in dizziness because of the amount of blood loss. Quickly he looked around the barn for any place he could escape through. Then he saw it. A tiny hole in the corner of the barn by the door. If only he could get small enough to squeeze through. His heart pounded hard against his chest. He had to take this opportunity. Now.

Garfield closed his eyes, envisioning that he was small. Small like...like a mouse. In his mind he could see the fur, the tiny ears, and paws. He grunted softly, feeling himself change. The pain in his back flared up, but he forced himself to ignore it. When he opened his eyes, the world seemed ten times much bigger than he remembered. The horses in their stalls were enormous. It worked. Not wasting any time, he scurried into the hole and out of the barn.

Garfield resumed human form, panting. The transformation took a lot of his strength. He didn't waste any time. He was so close to freedom, he couldn't stop. Quickly he turned into a small bird and flew. He flew up high and fast as his small wings would carry him. He had to fly far-a place where Galtry would never find him.

Eventually Garfield's strength ran out. Reluctantly he turned back into human form on the square roof of the first building he saw. Slowly he sank to his knees. He knew that he should keep going. He couldn't let Galtry find him. But his muscles were quivering. He was too exhausted. He needed to sleep.

"Hey! What are you doing all the way up here?!" The voice was a boy. It sounded like he was only a year or two older than him.

Garfield felt his heart stop. Someone had found him. He was caught. His body immediately started shaking in fear. "I-I'm sorry! I was just resting for a minute. Please d-don't make me go back!"

"Go back where?"

Garfield didn't answer. He sank to the ground, clutching onto his arms, his head buried into his knees. He rocked back and forth, not caring if he was sitting close to the edge of the roof. If he fell off then his misery would finally end.

He cringed when he felt the older boy sit next to him. Garfield expected the boy to comment about his strange green skin and hair. What the boy actually said threw him off guard. "You're bleeding."

"I-I fell," Garfield stuttered, still refusing to look at the person next to him. "It was an accident."

"Who did this to you?! Who hurt you?"

If you tell anyone, I will kill you! Garfield flinched as Galtry's words echoed in his mind. "N-nobody! I told you it was an accident!"

The boy next to him didn't say anything in response. Garfield heard a ripping sound, then felt something soft placed against his throbbing back. He gasped from the amount of pressure the boy was applying to his injury.

"Just relax. The bleeding will stop in a few minutes."

Garfield was taken aback from the boy's kindness. No one had ever been this nice to him. "Thank you," he said awkwardly.

"No problem. Whatever you're going through must be really bad. I understand why you don't trust me. But if you let me, I can help you," the boy said gently.

"T-thank you," Garfield whispered. When he finally got the courage he lifted his head from his arms to see who he was talking to. What he saw shocked him. It was Batman's new sidekick. He had a red and green uniform with a yellow and black circle R on the chest. A black and white mask covered his eyes. Beast Boy couldn't help but feel starstruck. "Y-you work with him! Batman!"

The older boy nodded. "My name is Robin."

"G-garfield."

"Nice to meet you." Robin gave the green boy a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, whoever did this to you will never have that opportunity again. Once you're well enough to walk I'll take you to Batman. He'll know what to do."

The green boy lowered his head. "Y-you mean you don't think I'm a beast?"

"No. I think you're very unique. And there's nothing wrong with that."

Garfield couldn't stop staring at the Boy Wonder. He had heard rumors that Batman's new sidekick was fierce and selfless. Garfield never thought in a million years that he'd witness Robin's kindness firsthand. How he longed to tell Robin everything that Galtry had done to him-how he desperately wanted his suffering to be over. However, no matter how far he went, no matter how hard he tried, Galtry would always find the green boy, thanks to the micro chip Galtry had implanted in him when he was seven. He'd never be able to truly escape. The last thing Garfield wanted was to put others in danger too. Maybe it would be better if he went back to the barn before Galtry found out he escaped.

"I appreciate your kindness," he told Robin sincerely. "But you can't help me. I-if you do he won't just kill me...he'll kill you too."

"He?" Robin asked. Garfield's face turned lime green. He had said too much.

The younger boy let out an anguished sob and dropped his head in his arms again. "M-my guardian. He punishes me daily because of the beast that I am. I deserve everything he does to me, but sometimes I wish that there was someone who actually cared about me. I haven't had a support system since I lost my parents."

A long silence passed between the two boys. "I lost my parents too. They were killed in an accident. After that I was on my own for a while-until Batman took me in."

Garfield immediately felt a connection with Robin. He also had lost his parents in an accident. For the first time all night the green boy felt better, and not just physically. Finally he met someone who didn't judge him because of how he looked. After a moment Garfield rose to his feet. "Thank you for helping me," he said quietly.

"No problem. Are you sure you don't want me to get Batman? We can protect you."

"It's okay. I'll be fine." Garfield glanced at the Boy Wonder one last time. "I hope I'll be a great hero like you some day." Then quickly the green boy turned into a bird and flew back to the barn. Little did the green boy know that his troubles were far from over.

BBRae

Raven felt the tears streaming down her face as she slipped out of Beast Boy's memory and back in his room. Seeing what he had seen, and feeling his pain at that moment is worse than any horror movie she had ever seen. She would never forget the word 'Beast" being carved on the green back of the one she loved. Or the agonizing feeling of having iodine squirted into the wounds to add to his suffering. Most of all, his cries will haunt her for as long as she lived. No wonder the movie had affected him so. Knowing what she knew now, Raven regretted ever suggesting they watch this movie.

Beast Boy was shaking so hard from the multitude emotions pouring out of him. He rocked back and forth, his hands still covered his face. Raven's heart was broken. She couldn't let him suffer any longer. Whether he liked it or not, she was going to be there to comfort him. It was part of her duty as his girlfriend-a job that she accepted gladly.

Raven closed her eyes and felt the invisible shield that she had been wearing ebb away. Without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around Beast Boy's middle and pulled him close to her. She held him tight, trying with all her might to take the hurt away from him, but she couldn't.

Beast Boy didn't push her away as she expected, nor did he question why she was there. Instead he latched onto her tightly, burying his head into her shoulder. Raven felt his body tremble as he cried. "Shhh," she whispered, rubbing his shuddering back. Her other hand got lost in his emerald locks. "It's okay. I'm here. I'm here for you."

"I-I'm not a Beast, Raven," he choked out. "I'm not."

"No you are not," Raven agreed. "You didn't deserve anything that had happened to you. You deserve to have a good life-to be happy. Most importantly, you deserve to be loved. And you are. I love you, Garfield Logan." Raven's words seemed to have relaxed the green boy slightly. His body wasn't trembling as hard and Raven could sense his dark emotions starting to lighten up. The sobs escaping him started to quiet down. "That's it," she whispered, kissing him on the head gently. "You're going to be okay."

Raven spent the next several hours in her boyfriend's room, holding him close and giving him all the love that she felt in her heart for him. Nothing was said between the two Titans. Nothing needed to be said. Once Beast Boy was calm enough, Raven helped him get to sleep using a simple sleeping spell. A spell that will give him the rest that he desperately needed. She hoped with all her heart that she was able to help him, even if he didn't want her to. Maybe then he would see that she can help him through his troubled past and he could finally start healing at last.


I hope you enjoyed this upspree. Thank you Elivia 22 for helping me with this. :D

I'll be working on the new chapters! YAY!