Part 3 - Beast boy - kemono ko
Beast boy usually had nice dreams about, food, animals, and his friends and him having a good time together. But this night was different, much different. This was no dream, this was a night mare.
The strange place looked like asaroth. But beast boy didn't know that, for he had never seen asaroth. The ground was sticky, like fly paper. It had a strange orange glow to it also. The sky was red and gray, definitely not a good sign. The green boy knew that when ever the sky was that color, something was definitely wrong.
Suddenly the sky went black, he could no longer see a thing around him. A spotlight came on to a plate of steel. Beast boy hated steal, it was so cold and unfriendly, that's why he was so happy when cyborg switched his primary material to metal and some other chrome colored thingy-majigy-dohickey-whatsit-type-stuff from steel.
On top of the floating flat plate of steel was a single lamb, with a greenish tint, laying, dead. Beast boy let out a yelp of surprise and shock. The lamb was him, he was sure of it. And his own words echoed through out his head. "the lamb on the altar."
A brilliant white light erased the image of the poor green lamb, with blood running freely from its wool coat. His friends were not far up ahead, he noticed them sleeping peacefully, in a lush green grass, with scattered flowers. Almost like a painting. The light over where they were was dim, so it gave the scene a faded effect.
He ran to his friends. They seamed to be okay, but upon further inspection, to beast boy's horror they were all dead. They only looked asleep. His pupils became dialated and his breathing staggered. "no! it cant be! Their not dead!" beast boy cried to himself, trying to drive himself into denial.
"well, well, well," said a voice, that beast boy knew automatically. "this was your doing, slade, wasn't it?" beast boy asked darkly. "me? Why no, not really, they were tired."
And with puppet-like clumsiness his friends rose from their deathbeds, and began to dangle, as if pulled by strings. Their mouths opened and they spoke with out closing them once "the lamb on the alter, people are dolls, tired of dancing."
"won't you join the dance?" slade laughed. "for you're time is up, beast boy, today is the day, only one of you will survive, will it be you? Or one of them?" and without moving his mouth he heard his voice scream at the top of his lungs.
Beast boy usually had nice dreams about, food, animals, and his friends and him having a good time together. But this night was different, much different. This was no dream, this was a night mare.
The strange place looked like asaroth. But beast boy didn't know that, for he had never seen asaroth. The ground was sticky, like fly paper. It had a strange orange glow to it also. The sky was red and gray, definitely not a good sign. The green boy knew that when ever the sky was that color, something was definitely wrong.
Suddenly the sky went black, he could no longer see a thing around him. A spotlight came on to a plate of steel. Beast boy hated steal, it was so cold and unfriendly, that's why he was so happy when cyborg switched his primary material to metal and some other chrome colored thingy-majigy-dohickey-whatsit-type-stuff from steel.
On top of the floating flat plate of steel was a single lamb, with a greenish tint, laying, dead. Beast boy let out a yelp of surprise and shock. The lamb was him, he was sure of it. And his own words echoed through out his head. "the lamb on the altar."
A brilliant white light erased the image of the poor green lamb, with blood running freely from its wool coat. His friends were not far up ahead, he noticed them sleeping peacefully, in a lush green grass, with scattered flowers. Almost like a painting. The light over where they were was dim, so it gave the scene a faded effect.
He ran to his friends. They seamed to be okay, but upon further inspection, to beast boy's horror they were all dead. They only looked asleep. His pupils became dialated and his breathing staggered. "no! it cant be! Their not dead!" beast boy cried to himself, trying to drive himself into denial.
"well, well, well," said a voice, that beast boy knew automatically. "this was your doing, slade, wasn't it?" beast boy asked darkly. "me? Why no, not really, they were tired."
And with puppet-like clumsiness his friends rose from their deathbeds, and began to dangle, as if pulled by strings. Their mouths opened and they spoke with out closing them once "the lamb on the alter, people are dolls, tired of dancing."
"won't you join the dance?" slade laughed. "for you're time is up, beast boy, today is the day, only one of you will survive, will it be you? Or one of them?" and without moving his mouth he heard his voice scream at the top of his lungs.