Ch.15: Joyful Rage

Logan laid Nicky's head to the floor and closed his open eyes. He wanted to cry for the boy but he couldn't he needed to avenge the young boy. He lifted Nicky up and walked slowly into the diner, he laid his body onto a table and whipped away the tears forming in his eye, David walked up to him, he himself near tears for his fallen friend.

"He was such a nice boy, he had his whole life ahead of him, he was always polite when he was sober."

Logan nodded and looked towards David.

"The customers?"

"There dead…al of them, Tina is alive but shes out cold it looks like she got her head smashed into he steel wall of the fridge, but its o.k., as long as she is alright and my workers come back, and my diner still stands, I will always have hope."

Logan smiled and walked out of the diner.

"What are you going to do? That Malice character ran away."

"No he didn't, I can still smell him."

David nodded and went back to watching his diner carefully, he hated being alone in the cold place with only a body for company but he needed to be safe and secure just in case.

Outside the diner Terra was on her knees, all of her memories clear to her and what she had done. She couldn't believe how foolish she was this entire time, she knew Price was a maniac and could not be trusted. As she sobbed into the cool afternoon air, she herd Logan walking up behind her, his anger so immense that she could feel it without even looking at him.

"Kill me already Logan…I don't want to live this way." Terra sobbed.

Logan sighed and went to her side.

"I have no need to kill you Terra, I want Price."

"Don't you get it? You'll never find Price, you'll never get into his office, you wont do anything, he is going to send wave after wave of mind slaves after you until you die or kill yourself. He will not stop!"

"Terra…I know he has thousands of workers, but I got the most powerful weapon of all right here inside of me. It's my heart, and no matter how hard he tries he will never stop it, I loved you like a sister and I love Raven, you two are what fueled me those 10 years in prison. I have come to understand that it would be a miracle if I were able to even come face to face with him. He was 4 more mind slaves tougher and stronger than you, or me put together, but I have beaten two already. The more he tries, the more he fails because I am not giving up. I have the weight of thousands of people on my back and there not going to make it through another year, because Price is beginning his Price Passion in little less than a week."

Terra smiled and whipped a tear away from her eye."

"You never change do you Beast Boy…I just wish I could be of more help."

"You can, by joining me and the other Titans again and destroying Price, and take his company to the ground."

Terra smiled, she knew that Logan was the most determined person to bring down Price, and why not. In the last 12 years he had destroyed over 90 of the Jump City population. As the blonde began to rise, she heard a loud cackling sound coming from behind her. As she turned around a black fist made powerful content with her face. The impact sent the girl flying to the ground, with blood falling from her nose. The Black Hand sank into the ground and Malice crawled out of another black hole just 5 yards away from Logan.

"You can not stop Price, young Logan. You are not yet as powerful as he will become in the passing hours. Your friends will never show up, you are fighting a lost cause."

Logan growled and held up the Massacre blade to his shoulder.

"You killed Nicky."

"Yes you are right, it was my doing, I made the girl turn against you, I made her pull a deadly move with enough time for Nicky to jump in the way. You are so idiotic Logan, nothing could have prevented that idiots death, he deserved it, what did he do for this world, what purpose did he poses?"

Logan felt his anger begin to rise. The angrier he became the more power he felt inside of his Massacre. It soon began to glow a dark almost blood colored red. Malice was not affected by its transformation; he didn't even care about the weapon.

"You want to fight little boy? Then I will not let it wait."

Malice charged Logan with his wrist blades extended, he slashed across Logan's chest but the Massacre blocked it. The impact his blades made with the Massacre made Malice's body shiver. Before he could attack back, Logan wrapped the whip form around his neck and brought him to his knees. He but his leg into the small of his back and pushed, Malice broke loose by grabbing Logan around the neck and pushing him off of him, when he tossed Logan his blades sliced across his neck. Logan landed on his back, as he rose to his feet he found his back to be covered with his blood. The wounds created on his neck were deeper than he had hoped. Logan ignored the pain and went back to his fight. With the Massacre on the 3rd trigger he shot the blade as far as he could, but Malice blocked it with his wrist blades, but the shock of the impact almost knocked him over. Logan saw his chance and with a dash of fait he leaped into the air and spun like a top.

"Devastating Impact!" he yelled out as he began to spin faster in the air.

As the green man began to spin the Massacre shot out like a snake every couple of turns, the impact created from his force made large holes in the floor wherever he had missed. Malice blocked one shot but the blade on his wrist cracked some what. Malice ignored blocking the others, as he tried to make it towards Logan but for some reason he kept spinning. When the blade hit the ground it would push him more and more, he could spin for hours if he kept his Massacre flying into the ground. Malice ignored the blade and back flipped over Logan, as he was directly over him the massacre blade shot upwards and sliced across his chest and chin, barely missing his neck. Malice fell to the ground and rubbed the bleeding wound on his body. Logan had tricked him, that spinning move was to make him venerable for a reason. Logan stopped his spinning and hit the ground with a smack, his head kept spinning in his mind and he almost lost his balance, he needed to train that move more afterwards.

"So you think just because you can trick me once you can feel proud? This battle isn't over with not by a long shot."

Logan huffed as he got his balance and had to block an oncoming blade. Logan pushed his feet off the ground and landed on Malice's shoulders, with abother push he sent Malice to his knees and with one final push he flew off Malice and sent him face first into the pavement. Malice got up with a large smiled on his face.

'There's no way I can beat him, not like this. There is only one thing I have left to use that is strong enough to actually do some painful damage to this asshole.' Logan thought to himself as he whipped the beads of sweat off his forehead.

Logan dug deep inside his mind, searching for the primal instinct he once had under control. He hadn't used his powers in years and now it was time to let them loose. With a yell of anger Logan unlocked his primal instincts and unleashed the Beast once more. His body cracked and shifted, his clothes ripped and tore away from his growing form. His teeth became sharp and pearly white. His eyes went white and his hair grew long. His skin became the shaded green hair as his head. His feet became talons of anger. His hands became large claws. He had become the Beast.

"Nice…I thought I knew something weird about you. Your that kid Beast Boy of the Teen Titans, you were once on the Doom Patrol is that correct? Good, if your history is right then this must be the darker side of you, the Beast as some people called it."

Malice was impressed with the transformation, he never though that this green weakling could be the Beast Boy of legends long forgotten. He put his blades to his sides and charged the larger Beast. The Beast on the other hand charged as well, his long claws out in front of him. Malice was going to block an oncoming claw by forcing his blades into an X formation. But when he did so the Beast's sharp claws smashed through the blades like glass and dug his nails deep into Malice's chest. The shards of steel were lodge into the Beast's claws and arm and as well as Malice's chest. The shadow master disappeared into the darkness to re-heal himself. This gave the Beast a few moments to get his mind back in order and remove the sharp pieces of steel in his arm. As the Beast whipped away the blood dripping from his arm he heard a loud huff of air from behind him. He saw a tired Malice flying at him in a missile drop formation. The Beast Moved to the left and grabbed malice by the ankles in mid air. The Beast proceeded to slam Malice to the floor like a hammer. As Malice bounced off the floor the Beast slid underneath him and head butted him into the sky. As Malice spun to fall to the ground the Beast leaped into the air and slammed his elbow into Malice's back. Malice began to fall but as he reached the ground a rolled up Beast plowed into his side sending him upper body first into the car. The Beast was not done yet he quickly grabbed hold of Malice's neck and did a full body spin and press that slammed Malice into the floor with the weight of the Beast on his stomach and crouch. Malice slowly rose to his feet coughing up blood and dirt; he heard the scrapping of claws on the ground and had no time to block the claws slicing at his face and chin upper-cutting him into the sky. Beast leaped one more time into the sky and spun into his ball, with a powerful force on his body he slammed all of himself into Malice's midsection and sent him plummeting to the ground creating a deep crater were only his legs, head and arms stuck out of the hole. The Beast fell to one knee breathing hard and finding it hard to get a could full breath of air, but he was happy he had defeated Malice soon enough. As the Beast got up to retrieve the still unconscious Raven he heard movement from behind him. He turned around to see Malice standing up with blood poring from his mouth and countless wounds on his body.

"I…have…had…ENOUGH!"

When Malice screamed a black fire burned around him and pushed out to make a sphere of darkness around him. The black fire walls slammed into the Beast and sent him into a building near by. As the Beast lay on the glass and ruble of the building he transformed back to Logan. Logan slowly got to his feet and held his left arm, feeling a sharp pain every time he moved it. Logan's shirt was shredded and tattered; his pants were ripped and on his left leg his pants were longer than the other. His shoes were gone and only left tattered pieces of socks left. Logan saw the sphere of fired shrink and leave a angered Malice. His hair seemed to have the black fire still burning on the tips, his eyes were bright red. His cape was gone and sow was the top half of his body suit showing the thin, pale and yet very muscular upper body of Malice. There were small lines across his face were the claw marks had been, blood still flowed from the tip of his mouth, and there were smaller wounds around his body. It was like he didn't have the power to re-heal himself again.

"You think you can beat me? I am the greatest assassin this world ahs ever seen! No one can match my immense power!"

Logan lifted his right arm along with the Massacre and spat his blood to the floor.

"You don't seem to have the much power left in you." huffed Logan.

Malice began to chuckle, he soon started to laugh, and then he just became insane with cackling. He slid his fingers through his hair and sighed. Malice turned around and Logan saw a large tattoo on his neck, it looked like the hilt to a sword but there was no sword on it. Logan heard skin and tendons ripping and shredding apart. The hilt tattoo had become a real hilt coming out of his back. Malice grabbed the black hilt and pull on it. A purple light was seen on the extending weapon. He finally pulled out a 5 ft. long blade from his now red and bleeding back. The sword itself was black with bright red marking on the middle the blade was jagged and curved at the tip. Its hilt was black as well but it had long spikes coming from the top of it and in the middle right below the blade was a bright red and yellow eye with a black pupil.

"This friend is called the Doombringer and it will be the last blade you will ever see!"

Logan grinned and raised his on blade to his chest.

"I don't think so."

The two began to charge with the blades extended, Malice's Doombringer had a red glow around it while the Massacre had a yellow glow. The blade made contact as the two jumped into the air and spun. The steel pieces clanged and a bright light flashed around the scene. When the flash disappeared the two were on the knees just a few yards away from them.

"I am tired of these little games Logan, let's make this serious."