Poor Twisted Me Chapter 4

Okay! Mud again. Just as a warning, most of you are going to hate me for what I'm going to do to BB and Raven's relationship. But just wait until the end of the chapter. Teehee.

Okay, review answering time.

Warprince2000- wow, you've said the same thing for every review. Don't you get tired?

Funvince- Okay, allow to answer your questions. For Beast Boy and Raven's emotion, Beast Boy was not taking advantage of Affection. I tried to make it clear that Affection was making all the moves, but I guess it wasn't as obvious as I intended. As for what they did, use context. ^_^ Also, Lyrim is very persuasive by nature, which will become very obvious a little later in the story. But I never said it would work. Just keep reading and you'll see...

Raven07- Really? Five smileys? I'm flattered! Thanks a bunch!

BunnyKat- YEAH! METALLICA FUCKING ROCKS!!! Pardon my French. And yes, they did do what they think you did. That was the most fun part to write yet. ^_^ And since everyone seems to be thinking the same thing, Beast Boy will leave in this chapter. BUT HE WILL COME BACK! BBRaven is my favorite pairing! I would never have them separate permanently! I am very evil though. Muahaha.

Guest- same thing to you! Beast Boy will come back! In fact, Raven has to be the one to convince him to come back! Oh shit, I just gave it away. Ummm...forget I said that.

Metallikid- Hell yes! Another Metallica fan!! ROCK ON!!!! \m/ Yeah, Battery is one of their best songs. And I saw on your profile that you were going to use Battery for a character. Sounds good! Oh, yeah, I have a personal challenge for you. At the beginning of the story, I challenged my readers to find all the Metallica references in this story. So far, nobody has even tried, except for one person. So, if you can find all the references I have, as of yet, I will forever immortalize you with this story. Same goes for everyone else, but I'm betting that if anyone will get it, it'll be you. Thanks for reviewing and ROCK ON!!!

Kestrel- don't be sad! The first part of this chapter might be depressing, but I'll fill it up with lots of ubery good fluff at the end! YAY FLUFF!!

Princess Cat- Cheers to you too! Yeah, you'll see why that part with Slade was necessary in later chapters.

With that said, on with the chapter. The last part is a songfic to Pantera's "This Love" Not the one by Maroon 5. Completely different bands, completely different genres, completely different songs. Also, this chapter contains drug references, just so you know.

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-Titans Tower-

It had been one day since Lyrim had attempted to poison Beast Boy's mind. But the green changeling had kept his promise to himself. It didn't stop him from having doubts as he walked up the steel door that had Raven's name engraved upon it.

Cyborg was at the skate park, per usual, and who knows where Robin and Starfire were. The perfect time to ask Raven. Or so he thought.

He took a deep breath as he tapped the door that barred him from his unrequited love. It slowly nudged open, and Raven's pale yet gorgeous face poked out.

"What do you want, Beast Boy?" she asked impatiently, as if she had been doing something important. She most likely was, but there was no way it could be more important than Beast Boy's confession.

"Raven, I...have...something to..." Beast Boy began stuttering, unable to keep serene.

Raven stopped him mid-sentence. "Beast Boy, I was in the middle of meditating, so if you don't mind, leave me alone." And with that, the door slammed shut.

Beast Boy felt like he could cry. But his grief turned to anger, and his anger turned to hate.

"Why do you have to be such a bitch when all I want to do is talk!?" Beast Boy yelled furiously. From inside her room, Raven heard his obscenity. But rather than being angry, she was hurt. She felt ashamed of herself suddenly, and opened her door to apologize.

"Beast Boy? I'm sorry! I didn't mean to..." she began saying, but stopped mid- sentence.

Beast Boy was gone.

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'My God, Lyrim was right. She doesn't care for me,' Beast Boy depressively thought to himself as he flew over the streets of Jump City in falcon form. He continued to dismally think to himself, each passing minute falling deeper into dejection. He even found considering going to Lyrim for consolation.

Fortunately, he flew over the East Coast Music Mall as he soared over his city. He banked deeply, heading towards the "musician's paradise", as it had been accurately dubbed. This place always cheered him up.

As he pushed past the automatic doors, he gazed at the eclectic assortment of instruments. Fender, Gibson, Tama, Pearl, Squire, Mesa Boogie, they had it all. He longingly studied the Gibson Les Paul hanging from a peg, when all of a sudden a small flyer taped to the wall caught his attention.

He walked over to it and read it keenly. It said, "Wanted: Lead Guitarist for death metal band Fallen Cherub. Auditions from 12:00 to 6:00. Call 1- 465-1990 or come to 666 Burton Avenue."

"Lead guitar. Death metal. Sounds good to me," Beast Boy said, thinking out loud. He grabbed the flyer, jogged out of the automatic doors, and transformed into an eagle, flying in the direction of the Tower.

Almost like a sign from God, a raven sat perched on the roof of the Mall. It cawed inconsolably at the passing eagle, as if it were begging for something. The caw echoed, filled with melancholy, like it was asking for clemency.

But its call was not heard. Beast Boy flew on.

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-Titans Tower-

Beast Boy flew through his open window and set the flyer on his bed. He wrote the address on the back of his hand, so he wouldn't forget. The green shape shifter then walked over to his mirror, and began studying himself intently.

"Wow, if I want to be in a death metal band, I need some serious changes," he said to himself. What do people in death metal bands have?

He turned his head to look at the Hatebreed poster hanging above his bed. It was one of many; last he counted, he had thirteen posters, all of which were somehow music related.

"Okay...tattoos...body piercing...spiky hair...I can do that," he assured himself. He needed a change of clothes too. Tights were not very headbanger. After some consideration, he decided he would spike his hair while he was still here, and then do the rest once he left.

Beast Boy ran into the bathroom, trying to avoid being seen, and pulled out Robin's bottle of hair gel. Squeezing a big blob onto his hand, he began running it through his hair hastily. The finished product was to his liking. His hair was very wavy and straight, and for once he looked slightly intimidating.

"That was easy enough," he said. He tiptoed back into his room and grabbed his wallet. Changing into an eagle, he yet again soared out of the Tower.

Meanwhile, Raven had been thinking of ways to apologize. It was only as she was pondering that she realized...she knew nothing about Beast Boy. Her first consideration was a video game, but then she came to the realization that he no longer played video games.

"Holy crap...you mean to tell me in three years, I have never once taken the time to notice how much he's changed?" she said, her shame turning into disgust.

"What have I become?"

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Beast Boy walked out of Bob's Discount Tattoo and Body Piercings holding a paper towel to his eyebrow to impede the bleeding. Although he still ached, he was happy with himself. The green changeling had gotten two tattoos on each arm, a large one on his back, two earrings, and a bolt in his eyebrow. By now he was practically unrecognizable. Well, if he weren't green he would have been unrecognizable.

He jogged through the sidewalk, not wanting to change for fear of being recognized. After about fifteen minutes, he came to his destination: Hot Topic.

Beast Boy entered the store and walked past the counter to the Men's section. He browsed through a bunch of shirts that all bore random band's names. Beast Boy came upon a Mudvayne T-shirt, and considered it. He liked Mudvayne. Beast Boy picked up the shirt and carried it on his arm.

Meanwhile...

Raven browsed through the selections of Hot Topic. After remembering his often-rambunctious guitar playing, she got an idea for an apology gift. Thus, Raven decided that she should get him something music-related.

"Hmmm...Slipknot...Marilyn Manson..." she thought out loud as she leafed through the wide assortment of shirts. As she searched on, something caught the corner of her eye. It was a teen, probably the same age as her, but he was green. She thought it was Beast Boy, but that was impossible. His hair was spiked, for one, and he sported multiple tattoos and piercings. Definitely not the Beast Boy she knew.

"Huh. Strange," she deliberated. After another glance at him, she continued looking on.

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"Okay, tell us your name," Ben "Pyro" Howe, the singer and rhythm guitarist for Fallen Cherub asked an auditioning guitar player. He sat on a folding chair behind a card table, situated in between his two fellow band mates.

The kid scratched his head torpidly, and said, "Whoa...my name...what's my name...I thinks its...Mary...or Joe...whoa, my hands are soooooo big." His eyes were blood-shot, and he could barely keep them open.

"Dude, this guy is stoned out of his fucking mind," Robert "Bobbo" Goncalves, the drummer, said. Ben nodded his head, but kept his eyes trained on the aspiring player.

"Right...play us something then," Dave "insert nickname here" Mustaine said. The kid snapped out of his trance and began, or rather, tried to, play "Stairway to Heaven"

He made it to two notes before he messed up.

"No...that's not right..." he said, and resumed playing. This time he made it to three notes.

"No...that's wrong..." Back to two notes.

"Oh my God. Next!" Ben yelled. The kid didn't budge.

"That means leave!" Robert told him. The stoner once again snapped out of his hypnotic state, and began walking off. In the wrong direction.

"Hey, you forgot your guitar!" Dave called out, but to no avail. The kid's drug induced languor kept him from hearing this. He kept on walking dazedly until he hit the mailbox in front of the garage where the auditions were being held. He dropped back and landed on the grass, falling into a deep slumber.

"Jesus fucking Christ, I need some aspirin," Ben complained. "Next!"

The following audition would shock them to no end. In walked a face they knew so well; it had been plastered on the newspapers, magazines, and TV. Standing in front of them, holding a Peavey ESP Special was none other than Beast Boy. THE Beast Boy.

"Holy crap! What are you doing here?" Robert asked incredulously. This was the face they recognized as Beast Boy's; yet he had tattoos and bodily piercings, not to mention he donned a black Mudvayne shirt.

Beast Boy raised an eyebrow. "I want to join your band. Unless I'm too late..."

"No, you're not too late. It's just that...shouldn't you be, you know, out fighting crime? Since you're a Teen Titan and all that jazz?" Dave inquired.

Beast Boy frowned. "Former Teen Titan."

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Raven had decided on the perfect apology gift. She flew through the air, happily anticipating Beast Boy's reaction to her gift. In her left hand she had an object enfolded in black wrapping paper tucked into her cloak.

"He's going to be so happy when he finds out what I got him," Raven said to herself. She knew it wasn't like her to apologize, especially to Beast Boy, but that made it all the more satisfying. She felt somewhat...anxious to give it to him. Hell, it was beyond anxious; she was plain ardent.

Upon reaching the Tower, she saw none of her friends had returned yet. Which was good, because she wanted privacy.

"Beast Boy? Beast Boy?" she called, discouraged by the lack of response. Living room? Nope. Kitchen? Nope. Training room? Nope.

"Beast Boy! Where are you?!" she yelled despairingly. She gave up and fled to the consecration of her room. Setting the gift on her dresser, she assumed he was out doing stuff and decided to give her gift when he returned.

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"Okay, then, if you don't want to be called Beast Boy, what should we call you? Garfield? Gar?" Dave asked the green changeling in front of him.

"How about the Artist Formerly Known as Beast Boy?" Ben joked. Beast Boy, Dave, and Robert all looked at him.

"...Never mind then."

Beast Boy shrugged. "Gar's fine."

Robert settled back into his chair and said, "Okay, why don't you play something for us?"

Beast Boy nodded. Adjusting the strap around his shoulders, he began to play 'Eruption' by Van Halen.

Ben, Robert, and Dave were astounded. Not only was he playing Eruption, he was playing it perfectly.

After speeding through high-tempo and complex riffs of Eruption, Beast Boy threw his head back and asked, "Well? How was it?"

Dave was the first to break the silence. "I think we have our lead guitarist, don't you?"

Robert and Ben nodded in unison. "Hell yeah!"

Beast Boy grinned. "Do we have any songs yet?"

Robert shook his head. "No, we just play other people's stuff. So far we've done 'The Beautiful People', Marilyn Manson, 'Hellbound', Pantera, and a couple of Dimmu Borgir songs."

Beast Boy smiled again. "Can we play 'Battery' by Metallica?"

Robert scratched his head. "Sure, but the drums might take a little practice."

"I'm fine with that."

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-The next day-

Raven was scared by now. Beast Boy had neither returned last night nor this morning. It was already noon, and for the first time, Raven feared for his safety.

Starfire, Cyborg, and Robin shared this worry, although not to the extent of Raven. Robin theorized that he had gone to visit someone and had spent the night. Raven utterly and completely loathed the prospect of Beast Boy spending the night at someone's, and made that clear. But she assured herself that if he had done that, he would have left some kind of note.

Cyborg noticed her abhorrence at Robin's theory, and made a mental note on it. This was good blackmail material.

Starfire had made numerous ideas as to his absence, all of which were infinitely incongruous. Five related to some type of horror movie staple.

And now, as Raven sat in her room, she decided she would go look for him.

"Maybe something in his room will give me an idea where to look..." Raven said to herself. She got up from her bed, and picked up her gift, thinking it might come in handy. She left her room and entered Beast Boy's.

What she found devastated her. Not only did she find many posters of various death metal bands, she saw his guitar was gone.

"Weird..." she said. She walked over to his CD stack, and studied them. (A/N: Truckload of donuts to anybody who can name all the artists of these CD's!)

"Antichrist Superstar...Golden Age of Grotesque...God Hates Us All...Reign In Blood...Kill 'Em All...The Great Southern Trendkill...The Rise of Brutality...holy shit, this is dark stuff..." she noted, surprised at his tastes in music. Beast Boy wasn't exactly the type of person who seemed like he liked death metal.

As Raven continued looking on, she felt a rising disgust with herself. In three years, she had never noticed how much he had changed?

Her attention shifted to a flyer on his bed. She picked it up and read it.

"Fallen Seraph...666 Burton Avenue...easy enough to remember," she told herself. Retreating back to her room, she donned a hooded sweatshirt and a pair of baggy cargo pants. With that, she flew out of her open window, the address still echoing throughout her head.

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"663...664...665...here it is, 666," Raven said as she flew along Burton Avenue. It was a medium sized house, not shabby yet not luxurious. She landed by a bush growing in the front of the yard, and listened as she heard the sounds of music thundering from inside the house. She couldn't recognize anything, since the walls of the home blocked a fair amount of sound.

The booming noise stopped abruptly, and Raven could make out a voice saying goodbye. Who, she didn't know.

Raven ducked behind the bush to avoid detection as two guys walked out of the front door. Both wore all black; one had a stubby brown goatee, the other bald completely. The two conversed together, and Raven made out the names. The one with the goatee apparently was "Bobbo" and the other was Dave or David. Once they passed, oblivious to her presence, she slowly walked up to the front door and rapped on it.

A tall, slightly overweight man who sported multiple tattoos and two bolts in his chin answered her.

"Can I help you?" he asked in a deep, throaty voice that was oddly soothing. Raven nodded and said "Yeah, I'm looking for my friend Beast Boy, have you seen him?"

He scratched his head confusedly, and then snapped his fingers. "Oh! You mean Gar! Yeah, he's here. You wanna see him?" he asked inquisitively. Raven nodded.

"Hey Gar!" he yelled, the call echoing throughout the home. "By the way, I'm Ben Howe. Raven, I assume?" he said, extending his hand. Raven shook it and nodded.

He was about to ask something, when Beast Boy came to the door. "What is it...oh, it's you. Ben, can you give us five minutes alone?"

Ben nodded and went off into his home, leaving Beast Boy and Raven alone. Raven hardly recognized him; he had a freaking bolt in his eyebrow, for Christ's sake! He wore a white wife-beater, revealing his newly acquired tattoos.

Beast Boy glared at Raven. "What do you want?"

Raven was hurt by his angry tone. She took a deep breath and said, "Beast Boy I want you to come back."

In my life all I wanted was the keeping
Of someone like you
As it turns out deeper within me, love was twisted
And pointed at you

The green headbanger snorted. "Ha. Tell me, was it Robin or Starfire who told you to say that?"

Raven was again shocked. Was this really her fault? "Neither! I came here on my own because I care about you! I was worried sick! I thought something had happened to you! I know what Ii did yesterday was wrong, and I'm sorry!"

I'd been the tempting one, stole her from herself
This gift in pain, her pain was life

Beast Boy's upper lip curled slightly. "Raven, I live here now. I sick and tired of you rejecting me, I'm sick and tired of no one noticing me, and I'm sick and tired of not being cared for!"

Now he was being plain insulting. True, Raven did kind of deserve it, but she was wearing her heart out on her sleeves for him. "Beast Boy, I said I'm sorry! Why can't you forgive me?"

And sometimes, I feel so sorry
I regret this, the hurting of you
But you make me, so unhappy
I'll take my life and leave love with you

"I'll believe you when you start telling the truth!" Beast Boy yelled angrily. He turned his back and began walking towards the door.

This was too much for Raven. Tears began flowing down her face, and through her sobs she shouted, "I am telling the truth!"

Now it was Beast Boy's turn to be shocked. He suddenly felt aghast at himself. He was so blinded by his anger that he didn't even want to hear the truth.

"Raven...I didn't know...God, I'm so sorry," he said, walking over to her. Raven didn't care if something exploded; she threw her arms around him and began sobbing on his shoulder. Beast Boy caringly stroked her hair as she held onto him tightly, still weeping.

When she stopped crying, she looked at him in the eyes. "Beast Boy, I'm sorry about yesterday. I never realized...could you ever forgive me?"

Beast Boy hugged her tightly. "Of course, Raven. I'm the one who should be sorry."

Raven returned his affectionate embrace, resting her head lovingly on his shoulder. "Can you please come back, BB? I miss you."

Beast Boy looked at her. "What about my band? I still have to play lead guitar."

Raven softly touched the side of his face. "You don't have to leave your band. Just come back, please."

He gingerly touched the bolt in his eyebrow, and asked, "Do you think the others will care about this?"

Raven shook her head. "Even if they did, it wouldn't matter. Actually," she said, her tone changing somewhat covetously, "I like it."

Beast Boy grinned. "Really?"

"Mmm-hmm."

"Cool. The tattoo on my back still hurts like a bitch though," he complained. Raven frowned and moved behind him. She lifted the back of his shirt up, and saw what it was.

Drawn on his back was a picture of what looked like a skeleton, with its arms crossed, making the "double-v" sign with its hands. A banner above the skeleton read, "Rock On" and there was a intricate background drawn in. It looked hella awesome.

"When did you get all these?" Raven asked. Beast Boy smiled. "Today."

She rolled her eyes. "Thought so."

She suddenly found herself looking into his eyes, as if she were hypnotized. Beast Boy too gazed dreamily back, amorously admiring her beautiful lavender eyes.

"Raven...I have something to tell you..." he said, snaking his arms around her and hugging her tightly. As she hugged him back, he whispered into her ear, "I love you."

Raven smiled and said, "I love you too."

The embrace broke as they found themselves once again staring into each other's eyes. Seizing the moment, Beast Boy pressed his lips to hers, passionately kissing her. Raven made no effort to stop him; rather, she kissed him back even more fervently.

They had no idea how long that kiss lasted, but neither of them wanted it to end. As Beast Boy pulled her in closer to him, Raven deepened the kiss. As they stood there, lost in there own little world, a disembodied voice called out, "Get a room, will ya?"

Beast Boy and Raven ignored it. They were too far lost in themselves to take any notice of it.

After what seemed like an eternity, they broke the kiss. Beast Boy wore a huge grin on his face, having savored every second of it. He scratched his head and said, "So...guess I should tell Pyro I'm leaving."

Raven frowned. "Who's Ppyro?"

"The guy who lives here. He's the singer. His real name is Ben Howe, but we call him Pyro."

Raven nodded, confirming his statement. Beast Boy sighed, not wanting to break the embrace, but pulled away and headed towards the door. He knocked loudly, and Ben answered it. "Done?"

"Yeah. I'm moving out, so I'll need my guitar."

"Dude! You're not leaving the band, are you? Because you are the greatest guitar player we've ever had!"

Beast Boy smiled. "Chill. I'm not leaving. I'll still be in the band. I just...need to prioritize," he said, and motioned towards the idling Raven. Ben grinned and asked, "She your girl?"

Beast Boy blushed. "Sort of."

"Because I taped you two making out on my lawn."

Beast Boy rolled his eyes, knowing he was kidding. "Very funny."

Beast Boy went into Ben's house and emerged a couple seconds later carrying his guitar and amplifier. Ben waved and said, "Later! Don't forget, we have practice Saturday and Wednesday at five!"

Beast Boy nodded his head, and replied, "I know! See you then!"

As he jogged towards Raven, carrying his equipment, she put his arm around his shoulders. "Need help?"

Beast Boy shook his head. "Nah, I'm fine."

Raven affectionately squeezed his bicep and said, "You know, your muscles show when you carry that stuff. You've been working out, haven't you?"

Beast Boy beamed at her. "Yes, I have."

Raven suddenly remembered her gift. "Oh yeah!" She reached into her pocket and pulled out an object in black wrapping paper. "Beast Boy, I got you this gift, as a token of my apology."

Beast Boy set his gear down and took the gift. "Wow, thanks. What is it?"

"Open it and find out!"

So he did. As he tore open the wrapping paper, he suddenly realized what it was.

"Whoa! A Dimebag Darrel Signature Wah-Pedal? Where'd you get this?" he asked. Raven smiled. "East Coast Music Mall. I know you got your guitar there, so I decided you needed something to go with it."

Beast Boy threw his arms around Raven and hugged her tightly. "Raven, I love it! Thank you so much! I love you!"

Raven hugged him back. "I love you too."

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See! I told you he wouldn't leave forever! I told you! And I was right! Because it's my story! YAYY!!!!!!

Next Chapter: Cyborg introduces Carmen to the Team...Starfire begins to have terrifying, haunting dreams about a certain hound from hell we're all familiar with by now...and what's the deal behind that mysterious church- burning?

Next time on...Poor Twisted Me!

Holy God, I did it again. Twice in a row! Maybe I should do that every chapter...Or maybe I shouldn't...

I'm going to go eat a sandwich. Or maybe I won't...

This is Mud signing out.