O.k. finally its here in my mind! I have just thought of the perfect ending but it's a long ways away. So get ready to be shocked by the upcoming chapters. Thanks to my number 1 reviewer Stikaiya who seems to love the story so we here all at ShadeyMike industries would like to award her with the Nightmare in Jump City Best Reviewer Award! And a great thank you to all my other reviewers who have made me so happy to continue a story that is actually working so thanks They-Call-Me-Orange, Crazy Girl Person, mdizzle, Rose, and Raven'sFaithfulSidekick. O.k. here goes chapter 8
Ch.8 End of Suffering
My name is lost in time itself, I am surrounded by darkness; my master has given my jobs to do. My time is almost up. I serve a man who has no life, no fear, and no guilt. We are both alike. I am about to do terrible things to the people who I once called family. They are exactly like my real family, they are going 6-feet-deep, and I can't save them. To bad I have no regrets or I would try to save them. But I really don't care. Our suffering will end soon. Hers is so close I can taste it again. I have no name but my master calls me Beast Boy.
There he sat looking down to the floor, the clock near his bed says 3:30 a.m., and he had not slept a second. His eyes feel heavy but his mind feels clear. His master was in his mind but he can tell that he was leaning against a wall in front of him. No one can see him, not even him. But he knew damn sure he was real. He isn't talking to himself. In front of him is a pile of leather and metal, he had stolen them from his mechanical's ex-friends room. Next to the pile of metal and leather sat a sledge hammer. In he hands was a power grinder. His master told him it was made to sharpen anything dull.
The guilt free boy grabbed a piece of metal, it was thing but long. He plugged the grinder into the wall near his bed and started to press the metal against the spinning grinder. To his surprise there was no sound. Then again his master made a lot of things possible so he wasn't too surprised. The metal had sharpened into a jagged razor blade. He did the same to 3 more claws and 1 shorter one. Then he took the leather and started to tie it to his hand with scissors and staples. He made a thing glove on his right hand with slots on his fingers. He took the 5 blades and stuck them into the slots. He took his new glove and removed it from his hand. He went downstairs into a garage. All the while he heard a new pair of footsteps behind him. They were his masters and he was the only one who could hear him. In the dark garage he could see clearly, it was like his human form had been given night vision. There on a steel table in the corner sat a handheld torch, he didn't know the exact word for it, but the flame was hot enough to melt metal. He picked the metal cylinder up and clicked it with a steel object. A fire was produced and the boy melted the metal claws onto the leather glove, he thought the glove would catch a flame. It did not instead the metal claws stuck to the leather glove like it was part of it. He slipped the new claw glove onto his hand. The melted metal burned on his skin but he didn't feel any pain, only pleasure.
The hot metal soon cooled and the weapon was sealed to his hand, not literally but pretty close to it. He walked back up the stairs while dragging his claws lightly across the wall leaving no mark but a sound instead. He smiled, this weapon in his palm held the power to destroy the Teen Titans, but not yet. He still had one more thing to do. The boy reentered his dirty and unmade room wear he put on a large brown cloak that cover his entire body down to his knees. The boy put on a white face paint and black paint over his eyes. On the middle of his forehead was a black cross made of the black face paint. He left long black marks on his cheeks to his temples and two down from the corners of his lips down to his chin. The boy put on black hat the shadowed his face and picked up a large backpack. He exited his room and crept out of the large T-Tower he once called home. He felt his master exit with him and he saw his shadow follow his down to the large freeway like street to the city. The boy saw a black motorcycle to the right of the ramp.
'Let's call it a gift.' called his master.
The shadowed boy jumped on the cycle and speed off. The cold night's air cut at his drying face paint. He heard the rustling of his cloak against the wind and watched it float above his body like a cape. He entered Jump City. He knew the people walking the streets now weren't pedestrians of law. They were crack addicts, rapists, and murderers. This city was going to hell and he was helping a man from there. He smiled this evil and darkness made his new home. The motor of the bike roared sending the boy into a speeding frenzy. He saw the crack addicts talking to the hoes like they were men worth there time. He laughed and knew he would get some from these ladies than he ever would. He loved the darkness of Jump City, it always fascinated him. The boy sped across red lights and intersections. He knew exactly were he was heading. This was the street were he once fought the one woman who understood him next to Raven. He entered a small crevice of a tunnel a couple miles away. There was graffiti along the walls until it reached a light at the end of the tunnel.
There he stopped his bike and parked it. He leapt off and walked down the tunnel till he entered a red cave with a stone walkway leading to a large statue. It was of a little girl, with flowing hair made of stone. Cold rock eyes met his painted ones. The little girl had her arms spread out in a crow formation.
'Wow, she's stoned.' joked his master.
The boy cringed and turned to face his master's shadow and unseen face.
"Shut up, you weren't there to experience my pain, and if you make another joke about her I will personally show you my anger!" growled the voice.
'Fine fine, don't through a sissy fit little bitch.'
The boy sighed and let his back pack on the floor. He pulled out a dozen of candles and made them in a circle formation around the statue. He then lifted 2 pieces of small wood. He stuck them together in a cross formation and put it at her feet.
'Remember to do it correctly or her pain will never end.'
"I know what to do mom."
He heard a chuckle from nowhere and smiled, he liked when his master would laugh at his jokes no one else did.
The boy sat in a praying position on the edge of the wooden cross. He put hand to his lips and removed his hat. He gave a small prayer and lit the candles around her statue. He then pulled out a sledge hammer from his bag of surprises. He lifted the hammer of his head and looked deep into the stone eyes of the girl.
"I am sorry Terra; sorry I couldn't end your pain sooner."
The boy let the hammer slam into the statues head cracking it into pieces. He slammed again and broke the stature down to the legs. He smashed again and again till only dust and fragments of his first love was left. He sat back on to he knees and let tears fall from his eyes to the cross. He had done it; he had saved a good person from suffering. He lifted his head to see a plaque left in the dust. It read 'Terra, a Teen Titan, a True Friend'. The boy growled and gritted his teeth. He lifted his sledge hammer and smashed the top half of the plaque, leaving only 'A True Friend' left. He got to his feet and left the cave.
The master followed him and put an invisible hand on the boy's shoulder.
'You did well my apprentice.'
"Thank you sir, but we still have one more job to do tonight."
The master stood confused of his last sentence and watched as his apprentice hopped onto his black bike the boy road off and the master teleported to him. The boy exited to a small street and parked near a alley.
'What do you mean?'
The boy pointed into the alley revealing 3 thugs leaning against the sides of the alley. The apprentice left his bike and approached the boys.
"Who the fuck is you?" asked one of the thugs with purple spiked hair.
The apprentice looked at him and removed his hat revealing his painted face.
"Holly shit, this dude is fucked up, hey retard, Halloween aint for a couple months." laughed another thug with shaggy brown hair.
"I am the killer and you are the victims." the man coldly said.
"Ya right, and this fucks Jesus." laughed a thug with dark sunglasses.
The thug walked up to the apprentice and poked him in the face. He laughed but was punched in the face. With the man's right hand leaving 4 bloody gashes in his head.
The other two looked at there bleeding friend and pulled out pistols. They fired but hit nothing. The man had disappeared. They turned behind them and the purple haired thug got a knee in the nuts and the shaggy haired kid got 5 sharp fingers in the throat. The shaggy haired boy coughed and gagged against the wall and then slid down it leaving a trail of blood.
"You fucker you killed Jason!" cried the purple haired boy as he fired 7 shots into the murderer.
He smiled as he saw the man hold his stomach with his clawed hand. The murderer lifted his hand and let 7 bullets drop on the floor. Before the boy could react his was tossed in the air and dropped onto the floor. The murder spun in the air slashing his hand across the wall and dug his hand deep into the boy's chest. He then lifted the bleeding boy by his right hand and stabbed him again in the nuts with his claw. The boy started yelling and crying but was stopped by the man putting his finger to his mouth. The murderer put the boys against a wall and slammed his head into the stone while dragging his open skull down the wall leaving bone and brain against the wall.
The murderer smiled and then heard footsteps running down the alley. He looked up and saw the sunglasses boy running for his life. The murderer reaches into his backpack and pulled out his sledge hammer. He tossed the metal thing down the hall smashing the end into the boy's back. The boy hit the floor with a sickening crack and a thud. He had broken his spinal column and the boy was losing his life. The murder reached down onto his back and dug his claw into his small. He reached in with his left hand and lifted the dieing boy by his spinal column. He squeezed hard and heard the bone crack and shatter in his hand. The boy's top half fell over limp and h threw his dead body to the alley floor. He then drug the bodies together and took each of there blood in his claws. He then wrote on the wall in there blood.
'Know me, Fear me, Respect me'
