Here's part three of Beast Boy's Game! I hope you guys are having as much fun reading this as I am writing it, because I'm havin' a blast! Ahem… Please remember that I don't own Teen Titans, or Dark Fall. This fan fiction is for my amusement and not for profit or any sort of gain. Anyway, on with the show…

Beast Boy's Game

Part 3: Diary

Raven sighed, staring into her tea mug. She'd been drooping for the past hour, despite everything Starfire had tried. Sitting at the kitchen table, Raven tried to ignore her as best she could. "Surely there is something I could do to calm your depression, friend Raven…?" Starfire hovered nearby, looking concerned.

Robin had ordered Raven to sit at the table and try to calm down. Her powers had wrecked most of the tower, and it would take some time to repair it all. Cyborg went by, in the hall, with the vacuum. Robin had just finished cleaning up all the shards of dishes, tossing them in the trash. Starfire, however, had elected to comfort her friend as best she could. "Mmm…" Raven said neutrally, though her eyes portrayed her worry. Beast Boy was in there, all alone, facing God knows what in the darkness. Even now, the Dark Fall probably had him… Raven's mug cracked and Starfire flinched.

"Perhaps a physical rendition of affection?" Starfire was standing behind her, and gripped her shoulders gently. As though a massage could make her feel better… Raven rolled her eyes, but didn't say anything as the redhead's hands ran across the muscles between her neck and shoulders.

"Thanks Star…" Raven stood. "But I'm going to go wait for him." She rose, phasing through the ceiling. Starfire let out a wordless, girlish sound of concern for her friend. A sort of concerned whine that dated back thousands of years… the kind a dog makes when his master is injured. Raven emerged onto the roof, sitting Indian-style near the spinning disk. He was in there… fighting the darkness… she sat on the cement, not daring to use her powers to levitate. She was holding them back as best she could as it was…

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The common room was covered with deadly icicles. They'd rained in like a thousand death sentences, each ready to claim a life and pierce a heart. A splatter of blood was on the carpet, and one of them was stained a pinkish-red. The eyes had vanished from the sky, and all was quiet.

A green, Galapagos turtle lay there, curled into its shell as tightly as it could. The Galapagos turtle is one of the heaviest, most well-armored creatures on the planet. Weighing in at near 800 pounds, it's a living tank. That's what Beast Boy had transformed into. His impeccable knowledge of animals had saved his life. Slowly… slowly… he emerged from his shell and looked around. The waist-high turtle shifted its head one way, then the other.

Transforming back into his humanoid form, he staggered to the couch. Ripping a few icicles out of the fabric, he clutched at the back of his leg. One of those icicles had clipped him pretty good, he saw. The hundreds of thousands of them lay all around him. He looked around in a mix of horror and wonder. There were countless speared into the carpet. The loveseat where Raven usually sat to read was a pin cushion of them. The Gamestation was broken into countless pieces. The windows were shattered, the pieces strewn across the floor.

Beast Boy shivered, trying not to look at them. Breaking the blunt end of one icicle, he gritted his teeth and pressed it to his wound. He whimpered softly, but soon the whole thing went numb with cold. Having gotten the desired effect, he reached and tore off a piece of Raven's cloak. Taking the long strip of fabric, he tied the blunted icicle directly to his wound. That would keep it from swelling, keep bacteria down, and numb the pain. Shivering again, he stood. Then he –!

The icicles were gone.

"What the…?" Beast Boy whispered. The windows were repaired, the furniture was fine, and everything looked as it had minutes ago. It looked as though the rain of death had never happened. "Weird…" he mumbled, standing straight and looking around in wonder. He could feel the icicle he'd tied to himself still, for it was already melting. He felt the first drip of water making its way down his leg, and he reached to wipe it away.

Carefully reaching into his pocket, he pulled out Raven's pocket watch. Popping it open, he looked at the picture. "Raven…" he whispered, missing her already. Being close to her since the last Dark Fall attack, he felt lonely without her. She was dark, yes, he knew that. And he was just the opposite. He was warm, light-hearted and happy a great deal of the time. But, darkness often held a warmth all its own, he knew that too. He touched Raven's face in the photo with his finger, his eyebrows drawing together. Would he ever see her aga… of course he would! Squashing the negative line of thought, he tried to cheer himself up. If Raven could beat this thing, so could he. The symbols didn't seem to have an effect this time, though… what was he supposed to do? "Huh…?" His eyes strayed to the clock part of the pocket watch, and he was met with a surprise. Instead of reading one through twelve, like every other clock –

The watch had years on its face, and only one hand.

Beast Boy looked at it carefully, trying to decide if he was being fooled. Sure enough, four dates were written on the pocket watch in the places of the three, the six, the nine, and the twelve. The three, he noticed, held today's date. The single hand that the pocket watch had remaining was pointing directly to it, too. "What good is a watch like that?" Beast Boy asked no one. "I coulda sworn it was a regular clock…" mumbling to himself and not bothering to read the other three dates, he clipped it shut and stuffed it in his pocket. The chain tinkled merrily, but brought no comfort. Pulling Raven's cloak tight around himself so he could catch her scent, he looked carefully around the common room. What would Raven do if she were here…? She'd spoken of a message from him, and reading his diary. Should he break into her room and read her diary? Did Raven even have a diary? He didn't know. If she did, it probably had a curse on it or something to keep others out… Oh well, he had to risk it.

Getting warily into the elevator, he went to the proper floor. Walking down the hall, he licked his dry lips as he came upon the right door. 'RAVEN' was written on a plaque, screwed neatly into the door. When she'd been asked why she put it there she simply replied, 'So no one can come in and claim they didn't know it was my room.' That made sense to everyone, so there the plaque stayed. No one liked a snoop, even an unintentional one.

Heaving a deep sigh and knowing perfectly well Raven would've killed him if she knew, he opened the door. Her room was dark, and without an overheard light. Beast Boy, wary of the darkness and the creature it might be hiding, scampered to the bedside lamp and clicked it on. Once, twice, three times and that was as bright as it got. Swallowing, he looked around her room with the eyes of one about to bolt. He was in Raven's room. They were a couple, but he'd only been inside a few times. With the gothic resident not present, it felt dangerous just to stand there.

The bed was perfectly made. The shelves were weighed down with books. The creepy flame-like decorations were still on the walls. Raven's happy-sad theater statue sat on its pedestal in one corner. Her giant globe of the planet Earth was in another. The dark on dark colors gave the whole place a dark, moody outlook. Beast Boy scratched the back of his head, wondering if his search even had a point to it. Raven never spoke of a diary, or a secret log… but then again, why would she mention it? She'd know he'd try to find it the first chance he got… Beast Boy spotted the giant, plushie chicken he'd won for her at the fair one night. 'A giant chicken. I must be the luckiest girl in the world.' she'd said it with a monotone, but he knew she meant no harm. The green teen grinned, reaching and pulling it down from the high shelf on the bookcase.

"Got a place of honor, do ya?" he asked the toy, hugging it to his chest. "I bet she hasn't even touched you since –!" he felt something hard and rectangular inside the toy. "No way… it couldn't be that easy…" Beast Boy felt around, and came across a torn seam. It was hastily sewn up again, but in such a way that it could be pried open and re-sewn quickly. "Raven's…" he pulled it open, and a small purple book fell out. "Diary!" The green teen proclaimed victory, putting up two fingers and posing. Setting the plushie chicken on the bed, he picked up the book and sat down next to it. "Don't mind me, I'm just snooping." He told the chicken, licking his lips with anticipation. "Let's see what Raven has to say…"

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"What on Azar…?" Raven went as pale as a piece of paper. She was sitting on her bed, having calmed significantly since her fit. Making sure the door was locked and no one was around, she'd been writing in her diary when –!

It vanished.

Right before her very eyes, her sacred book of private thoughts disappeared as though it never were. Raven swallowed, looking around fearfully. What the hell had just happened? Her cloak, her pocket-watch, and now her diary? An irrational fear took hold of Raven's heart and she stood quickly off of her bed. "…Creepy." She murmured, looking carefully around. "Well, even if someone took it… They'd never see it in the proper light." She decided to check on the disk for any changes. Any signs of Beast Boy, that is. Grabbing a spare cloak from her closet, she was off.

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"What the hell…?" Beast Boy had opened the diary like any other book, but found it blank. "She wouldn't keep a blank book in a giant chicken for nothing…" he decided, squinting at it. He held it close to the light to see if anything would be revealed… nothing. Grunting in frustration, he looked at the diary from every which way. "C'mon Rae! What's the secret?" he shouted, flipping back and forth through blank pages.

One page had writing.

Skidding to a stop, Beast Boy flipped back to it. The handwriting was elegant and loopy. Was it Raven's? Come to think of it, he'd never seen her write anything… her penmenship was perfect, no doubt something she picked up from the monks of Azarath. It wasn't much to read, but it left him puzzled:

There is light… there is darkness. Both must exist in a balance for the universe to exist, and light is always greater. But perhaps, with a little darkness, others can better appreciate the light…

Beast Boy stared at it for a long time. "What does that mean?" He held it close to the light, trying to see anything else that might be hidden on the page. After finding nothing, he made a frustrated sigh and stood. "Well fine, be that way." He clicked the lamp off, and made to shut the book and be on his way…!

The book glowed.

"…Eh?" he opened it again, and found words inside! More than earlier. Way more. "Oh I get it…" Beast Boy said. "You gotta hold it to the light, and then it glows in the dark! Smooth, Raven!" he praised her though she wasn't there. He sat again, wary of the darkness around him. But, curiosity got the better of him.

Dear Diary, We stopped Plasmus today. How can he stand being so disgusting like he is? But, always having to sleep to stay human… that's a tragedy. I wonder what that slop he's made of actually is. I had to take a long, hot shower to get it all off. Beast Boy just jumped in the bay, turning into a large dog.

Beast Boy flipped ahead a few pages, remembering that day…

Dear Diary, Beast Boy and I are a couple now. It took me a few weeks to come to terms with everyone in Nevermore, but they all agree that I like him. I suppose I should just admit it and move on. There's no point in resisting one of my most powerful emotions, love. Rage doesn't like it, of course. She says we'll just get hurt again, and that we should kill him. But then again she wants to kill everything, so I don't really pay her any mind. Wisdom told me that it's been –

He flipped ahead a few more pages.

Dear Diary, I had a rather guilty dream about Beast Boy last night. I won't go into detail in case this diary should ever be discovered, but I woke up rather moist between the legs. How embarrassing… I couldn't look him in the face all day for fear of blowing something up on accident. I wonder if he suspected anythi –

Blushing but knowing that wasn't what he was looking for, BB kept flipping ahead.

Dear Diary, Its back. That darkness I faced one year ago today. It took Beast Boy, and another game is no doubt in progress. God, I hope he's okay… I barely survived my encounter last time. I can't imagine what horrors Beast Boy most be going through. I wonder if he'll remember to use all tha symbols, and get out quickly? No, he would've thought of that by now. Then, how is he supposed to stop the darkne –

"Huh?" Beast Boy frowned. The entry had ended there, right in the middle of a word. He looked at the top of the page, and found that day's date on it! "Wait, wait, wait…" he stopped to think, turning the lamp on again. "It's today, not the future like in Raven's game. Today's entry is unfinished… the pocket watch…" He reached and clicked it open. "Only has years around it…" The single hand the miniature clock had was pointing to the year of the present, and there were three more around it…

He ran his fingers along the button-slash-timer adjuster. "What if…" he mumbled. Throwing caution to the wind, he popped the time adjuster outward and gave a hard clockwise turn. The single hand that the clock hand started moving towards one of the other years on its face.

Raven's closet burst open, and a black mist started pouring out.

He jumped back with a yelp, but half a dozen tentacles had wrapped themselves around him! He squirmed and grunted, gripping the gold pocket watch like it was his life-preserver. "Let go of me!" he gagged, feeling it squeeze him. Thousands of whispers filled his mind, saying millions of different things. Beast Boy gagged, thrashing and fighting for his life. "Ack! Guh…" he was being dragged into the closet, into the darkness!

"Raaaaaaseeeeeooooohraaaaaaseeeeeeeth…." The creature seethed, watching him try to grip the carpet in desperation. He could fight all he wanted, the end would still be the same.

"Let go!" Beast Boy cried. His small ribcage was starting to bend, and he moaned in pain. It was going to crush his body and feed on his soul. "Uuuuuungh…" Tears were in his eyes. 'Let it be quick…' he found himself thinking. 'I'll be with Raven again soon…' he gave in, letting go and feeling himself being dragged in. Beast Boy felt a tug, right behind his navel. His eyes went wide and he was engulfed in a swirl of black mist. "No…" he whispered, squeezing his eyes shut.

The pocket watch sprang open, a golden light erupting from it like a bottle rocket!

Beast Boy screamed as he was blinded. He felt himself being released, only to be lifted again. The shadow roared in pain and confusion, retreating into darkness. The grip on BB wasn't harsh and evil anymore. This new one was cold and sure. It was as though he were floating in a pool, early in the morning when the water was still cold. It wasn't painful, but just… creepy.

The pocket watch's hand reached "1912," and Beast Boy vanished completely.

What the flipping floogie? OO; What happened to BB? Where did he go? I guess you'll have to stay tuned and find out, won't you? This is the end of part three, I'm afraid! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE leave a review and tell me what you think so far? My last two parts already have like 50 hits apiece, and only a total ofFOUR reviews. That's mean, ya'll!Review me... please?It's that little button in the bottom left there… Next time on Beast Boy's Game, it's "1912!" Don't be late!