Haunted
Chapter 2
By Keruseyu
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A young, green-skinned youth fought desperately against the darkness that was coming closer ever second. Raven, his friend and companion, was slumped against the brick wall behind them. He stood directly in front of her, in a fighitng stance. He knew he was losing it. One glance at the man at the end of the alley told him this in frightening clarity.
"What's the matter, little one? Afraid to switch?" He glared at the man before slamming a shadow-being into the ground. His eyes flared, and his vision was tinted a slight crimson at the edges. Something inside called for their deaths- to emmerge from its prison and cover the dirty street with blood- especially that of his tormentor. The crimson spread, feeding off his bitter hatred and fear. It was growing stronger. He held it back, but found it difficult to juggle the two tasks. A shadowy, yet solid fist slammed into his side. The power took advantage of the situation and broke loose, shifting him unwillingly into a silver-and-crimson wolf.
He gasped as red completely glazed his vision, and a terrible thirst came upon him. The thirst for blood. The part of him that was sane watched in horror from the corner of his mind as he ripped the man's throat. Yet the thirst remained. He searched the alley subconsciously, giving it a thorough search with his sharp red orbs. His eyes crossed over the unconscious form of his friend, and he gave a feral smirk. He approached the girl, wanting blood, yet screaming inwardly for himself to stop. His sane half watched in horror as her blood spilled across the stones. 'NO!' he ranted inwardly, 'Please- no-' His wolf self ingnored him, laughing as her lifeless body slipped to the ground in tatters.
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Beast Boy sat up, sweat pouring down him. He glanced around, catching sight of the digital clock in the corner. It flashed '12:00' in large, red letters. A flashing memory of his dream made him shudder. He left the room, heading for the very top of the tower.
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A cold, wintery breeze nearly knocked him over as he stepped onto the roof. Huge clouds hung low in the tombstone gray sky, promising snow. He sat on the edge of the roof, burying his face in his hands. Thoughts of his dream battered at him. "Would I really do that?" He whispered, staring at the sky. A small flake of frozen moisture landed on his nose. Large flakes followed it, filling the air. He gazed up. "Would I?"
He had lost control. That had happened before. He could still remember waking up in a street at the age of 5, in the form of a wolf. The kids who had been teasing him about his skin lay dead around him, throats torn, with their long-spilt blood tinting the snow that covered the ground. His muzzle was coated with dried blood, and the taste hovered in his mouth.
That was the day he had met HIM. Beast Boy shivered from the memory.
The cold flakes were melting, soaking him through. He sighed and slipped into the form of a snow leopard. He curled up there, falling asleep to his own doubts.
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It's easier to run
Replacing this pain with something numb.
It's easier to run
Than face all this pain here all alone
When Raven looked out her window that morning, she smiled. She loved snow. It was cold, simple, and often beautiful. Throwing on a warm cloak, she hurried up the stairs, opening the door to the roof and staring with subdued, yet immense delight at the white fluff.
If I could change I would
Take back the pain I would
Retrace every wrong move that I made I would
If I could
Stand up and take the blame I would
If I could take all the shame to the grave
I Would
Something has been taken
From deep inside of me
A secret I've kept locked away
No one can ever see
Wounds so deep they never show
They never go away
Like moving pictures in my head
For years and years they've played
She knelt, burying her hands in the whiteness she loved so much. A small whimper alerted her attention. A small hump lay in the snow, twitching fitfully. She walked over, carefully uncovering the thing. And there he was- her friend whom she cared for so much. She stared at the small snow-cat, who turned back and forth, obviously having a bad dream.
If I could change I would
Take back the pain I would
Retrace every wrong move that I made I would
If I could
Stand up and take the blame I would
If I could take all the shame to the grave
I Would
Her purple-gray eyes filled with pain. Something was troubling him; she could sense it. Something that wasn't just a little quirk. He really was depressed.
It's easier to run
Replacing this pain with something numb.
It's easier to run
Than face all this pain here all alone
Sometimes I remember
The darkness of my past
Bringing back these memories
I wish I didn't have
Sometimes I think of letting go
And never looking back
And never moving forward so
There would never be a past
Just washing it aside
All of the helplessness inside
Pretending I don't feel misplaced
Is so much simpler than change
It's easier to run
Replacing this pain with something numb
It's so much easier to go
Than face all this pain here all alone
And she knew. She knew she couldn't help him.
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Sappy, huh?
Chapter 2
By Keruseyu
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A young, green-skinned youth fought desperately against the darkness that was coming closer ever second. Raven, his friend and companion, was slumped against the brick wall behind them. He stood directly in front of her, in a fighitng stance. He knew he was losing it. One glance at the man at the end of the alley told him this in frightening clarity.
"What's the matter, little one? Afraid to switch?" He glared at the man before slamming a shadow-being into the ground. His eyes flared, and his vision was tinted a slight crimson at the edges. Something inside called for their deaths- to emmerge from its prison and cover the dirty street with blood- especially that of his tormentor. The crimson spread, feeding off his bitter hatred and fear. It was growing stronger. He held it back, but found it difficult to juggle the two tasks. A shadowy, yet solid fist slammed into his side. The power took advantage of the situation and broke loose, shifting him unwillingly into a silver-and-crimson wolf.
He gasped as red completely glazed his vision, and a terrible thirst came upon him. The thirst for blood. The part of him that was sane watched in horror from the corner of his mind as he ripped the man's throat. Yet the thirst remained. He searched the alley subconsciously, giving it a thorough search with his sharp red orbs. His eyes crossed over the unconscious form of his friend, and he gave a feral smirk. He approached the girl, wanting blood, yet screaming inwardly for himself to stop. His sane half watched in horror as her blood spilled across the stones. 'NO!' he ranted inwardly, 'Please- no-' His wolf self ingnored him, laughing as her lifeless body slipped to the ground in tatters.
===
Beast Boy sat up, sweat pouring down him. He glanced around, catching sight of the digital clock in the corner. It flashed '12:00' in large, red letters. A flashing memory of his dream made him shudder. He left the room, heading for the very top of the tower.
===
A cold, wintery breeze nearly knocked him over as he stepped onto the roof. Huge clouds hung low in the tombstone gray sky, promising snow. He sat on the edge of the roof, burying his face in his hands. Thoughts of his dream battered at him. "Would I really do that?" He whispered, staring at the sky. A small flake of frozen moisture landed on his nose. Large flakes followed it, filling the air. He gazed up. "Would I?"
He had lost control. That had happened before. He could still remember waking up in a street at the age of 5, in the form of a wolf. The kids who had been teasing him about his skin lay dead around him, throats torn, with their long-spilt blood tinting the snow that covered the ground. His muzzle was coated with dried blood, and the taste hovered in his mouth.
That was the day he had met HIM. Beast Boy shivered from the memory.
The cold flakes were melting, soaking him through. He sighed and slipped into the form of a snow leopard. He curled up there, falling asleep to his own doubts.
===
It's easier to run
Replacing this pain with something numb.
It's easier to run
Than face all this pain here all alone
When Raven looked out her window that morning, she smiled. She loved snow. It was cold, simple, and often beautiful. Throwing on a warm cloak, she hurried up the stairs, opening the door to the roof and staring with subdued, yet immense delight at the white fluff.
If I could change I would
Take back the pain I would
Retrace every wrong move that I made I would
If I could
Stand up and take the blame I would
If I could take all the shame to the grave
I Would
Something has been taken
From deep inside of me
A secret I've kept locked away
No one can ever see
Wounds so deep they never show
They never go away
Like moving pictures in my head
For years and years they've played
She knelt, burying her hands in the whiteness she loved so much. A small whimper alerted her attention. A small hump lay in the snow, twitching fitfully. She walked over, carefully uncovering the thing. And there he was- her friend whom she cared for so much. She stared at the small snow-cat, who turned back and forth, obviously having a bad dream.
If I could change I would
Take back the pain I would
Retrace every wrong move that I made I would
If I could
Stand up and take the blame I would
If I could take all the shame to the grave
I Would
Her purple-gray eyes filled with pain. Something was troubling him; she could sense it. Something that wasn't just a little quirk. He really was depressed.
It's easier to run
Replacing this pain with something numb.
It's easier to run
Than face all this pain here all alone
Sometimes I remember
The darkness of my past
Bringing back these memories
I wish I didn't have
Sometimes I think of letting go
And never looking back
And never moving forward so
There would never be a past
Just washing it aside
All of the helplessness inside
Pretending I don't feel misplaced
Is so much simpler than change
It's easier to run
Replacing this pain with something numb
It's so much easier to go
Than face all this pain here all alone
And she knew. She knew she couldn't help him.
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Sappy, huh?