It's me again, ev'rbody! Tee hee! We're back for another addition to Beast Boy's Game! Beast Boy is wandering around in the old lighthouse right now, trying to figure out what to do. He's found a computer chip, of all things, in 1912. Why? Who brought it there, and what purpose did it serve? It's a part of Malaki, but what exactly is Malaki? Beast Boy does some more exploring, and I'll reveal more today in the story! I don't own Teen Titans or Dark Fall: Lights Out!

P.S. Beast Boy is in the year 1912. I'm trying to be as historically accurate as possible with this, so any raised eyebrows you get about the things he encounters… don't worry. I've looked it all up to see if its true or not. He'll find an item in this chapter you may not believe was from 1912, but trust me, it is. Now, on with the show!

P.P.S. Malaki is pronounced "Mal-uh-kai," just in case you were wondering!

Beast Boy's Game

Part 6: Light the Beacon

Beast Boy wandered slowly up the cold stone steps of the lighthouse. The only thing he could hear was his own breathing, and that creeped him out. To one with animal senses, there was always sound. But not here. Here it was… dead. And that put him on edge. He stopped at a window on the way up, and wiped the steam off. He saw a dark, angry-looking ocean toss waves against the island. But, it was too far away for him to hear. Sighing, he continued up the stairs. His breathing and walking sounds didn't comfort him very much. Clip. Clop. Breathe in. Clip. Clop. Breath out. Clip. Clop. Breathe in… the pattern continued until he reached another door and spiraling stairway.

"May as well…" he mumbled, opening the door. It was a bedroom. A bunk bed took up a good deal of it since it was so small, but it had a few homey touches here and there. One of the guys that had lived there was a whittler, he'd figured out from finding the knife earlier. Now, he saw one of his works. It was sitting on the chest of drawers. It looked like a cloaked person, head bowed and face hidden. Just the way the shadows hid its face made Beast Boy shudder. He picked it up, looking at it every which way. It was smooth and well done. Putting it back, he looked in some of the drawers. The top one was full of paper and charcoal, he found. So, he was an artist all the way around, BB figured. The mirror on the wall was cleaned and shone, revealing his wary face to him. Beast Boy took a closer look at himself, wildly wondering if Starfire would pop out of the mirror and try to kill him. No… that was Raven's game. This was his own game. Things would be different. But… was that good or bad? Then again… it was hard to call this a game, his own life at stake and all.

Pulling open several other drawers, he found an array of simple clothes and other wood-working tools. Two men lived in this room, he could tell from the different sizes in clothes. One was short and squat, the other tall and slender. A small bookshelf was nailed to the wall, and he looked at it briefly. "Modern Romance Classics… yeah, of 1912." Beast Boy mumbled. "Lighthouses of Europe… Myths and Legends of Scotland…" he soon lost interest in it, finding nothing useful on the shelf.

Moving on to the bunk beds, he started with the bottom one. Several pieces of artwork were fastened to the wall there. A woman and two children, a lake scene, a deer and a foal in a meadow, a sketch of the lighthouse…a pair of dark eyes. Beast Boy swallowed, staring at the last one. Was that… Dark Fall? Had this man seen it? But how…? Dark Fall was locked up in… "In the future!" Beast Boy suddenly realized. "It's loose in the future, and it came back to get us! It never got loose from the seal we made! It just waited until it was set free and came back in time!" He pondered over how the hell that had happened, staring at the charcoal drawing. It wasn't the real thing, but it still turned his blood to ice. Shuddering, he shifted on the bed and found several written letters under the pillow. "Hmm…?" He thumbed through them, finding all the signatures to be the same. They were from a woman named 'Silvia.' Beast Boy's nose caught the scent of vanilla, and he leaned forward. The smell was coming from the letters themselves. "Musta been a girlfriend." He said aloud.

Dearest Fredrick,

I'm so sorry to hear about Drake. If he's gone mad, maybe you should send for someone from the asylum? And what's this about him "glowing?" Perhaps you've been staying up too late running the beacon? I know he is your superior in the lighthouse, but sometimes you must take action… I do not know. I am just a simple woman, hoping for my husband-to-be to come home safely. If Drake has become a threat, you should come home right away! I mean it!

"Drake…?" Beast Boy mumbled, looking at the name stitched into his bag. "He went crazy… and was glowing?"Putting the letters down, he searched for a private log. Sure, he'd been reading a lot of them lately, but they always had the most useful information… Standing and looking at the top bunk, he saw nothing of really interest. The other guy must not've had many hobbies… He pulled back the sheets, looked in the pillowcases, but found nothing. "Maybe this other guy was the cook or the mechanic… he would've been busy all the time…" he mumbled. "I bet Fredrick was the lookout, so he had time to draw stuff while he was watching the beacon." Beast Boy decided, standing erect again. He looked around the room for any other tidbits of information that might help him… help him what?

Beast Boy stood there, stock-still for a moment. What was he doing? What was the point of the game? Raven's had been obvious. Collecting all the symbols to seal away Dark Fall. But… what was this game all about? The symbols hadn't worked, so… how was he supposed to win this time? He sat, depressed, on the bed. Pulling out the blue computer chip, he looked at it. He went over the mentions of it he'd witnessed so far…

----- All roads lead to Malaki -----

"Malaki!"

An Oracle: The word of the Lord to Isreal through Malachi…

MALAKI Processor #1 X – Factor Motherboard

The scratchings on the door, the zombie-thing, the Bible reference, the computer chip… they all spoke of something called 'Malaki.' But… what was Malaki? It had computer chips in it, but what was it for? It was in the Bible as some sort of messenger… the zombie-thing had said it… Fredrick the lighthouse guy had cut it into the door… "None of it makes any sense!" Beast Boy shouted, slamming a fist on the chest of drawers. "Raven's the one who reads the mystery books all the time, not me! How am I supposed to figure this out?" He shouted at no one. "What the hell is MALAKI?" the word echoed out into the night.

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Raven finally slumped forward with a sigh. She'd been sitting there for way too long, and had passed out from exhaustion. She'd been awake almost fourteen hours, ingested too much caffeine, and hadn't had a proper meal all day. She was crashing, sleeping like the dead.

It was just then that Robin and Starfire emerged onto the roof. It was ten-thirty at night, and they'd come to check on her. Only to find her asleep at her post. Starfire clasped her hands in concern as they approached, nudging her friend with one finger. They both flinched back when Raven gave a soft moan, turning and curling into the fetal position. Her cloak served as a blanket, but not a very good one. "We should put her to bed." Robin said. Starfire nodded, gently lifting Raven off of the cold cement. The sun had long gone down, and the temperature had dropped. She could catch a cold sitting out there.

A soft moan burbled in Raven's throat, and Starfire felt her curl against her. "Beast… Boy…" Raven whispered, her eyebrows bunched together. Starfire frowned sadly. Her friend and her friend's potential mate were apart, and both of them in torturous turmoil. One physical, the other… Raven… mental. Starfire hovered slowly, as not to wake her, and Robin lead the way to Raven's room.

When she was properly in bed and her door was shut, Starfire whispered, "How long do you suppose friend Beast Boy will be gone?"

"Raven was gone for about three or four days when she was in the game…" Robin mumbled. "We'll have to see… and hope." He led her away so Raven could get a few hours of sleep. Whenever she woke she would be right back out there, but for now she could rest. Raven turned in her sleep, shivering with cold that wasn't there. Her chakra gem glittered in the darkness. Nevermore was in an uproar of distress over a lost loved one.

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It was decided. Find out what Malaki was. That was his mission. Beast Boy had made his way out of the bedroom, and was making his way up the spiral stairs again. How many floors were in this lighthouse? The top would obviously be the beacon, but… Beast Boy got his answer and he was torn from his thoughts. There was one more door… and a ladder leading straight up into the glass beacon room.

Deciding on the door first, Beast Boy went over to it and reached for the doorknob… but there wasn't one. "What the…?" He mumbled. There was a keyhole, and a metal label that said 'DRAKE.' The green teen swallowed, mumbling to himself in nonsense words. This was the crazy guy's room. He was obviously the leader of the lighthouse keepers, having such a fancy door and living higher up in the lighthouse itself. But… what would Beast Boy find in there? Drake, hanging from a rope? Blood splatters all over the wall? Crazy… stuff? Pulling the key he'd picked up earlier out of his pocket, he inserted it. He knew this was the only door there was any reason to lock. The captain's room was protected since he had the lighthouse records and other stuff that was important. Well, that's what Beast Boy thought anyway.

Turning the key, he jumped when the metal panel popped open. Swinging upward on a spring-loaded hinge, it revealed four buttons. A combination lock. "You gotta be freaking kidding me." Beast Boy groaned, squatting down to have a look. It was four circular buttons, each marked with a simple star. There weren't any numbers, symbols, or indicators around them. Just four buttons with stars on them. "What kinda person has two locks on their door in 1912?" He mumbled, fiddling with them. He pushed in several combinations, but quickly grew bored. "I know! I'll break it down!" He grinned, setting Raven's cloak and the Drake bag aside. Throwing up his arms, he became a grizzly bear.

Roaring his challenge he slammed himself into the door. It rattled hard, bent, groaned… but didn't give. Beast Boy fell, in humanoid form again, to the floor. His eyes were in swirls, and he lay there for a moment. "Ooo-kay. Didn't see that coming.' He reached and touched the door with his bare hand. It was flimsy old wood, though. What had stopped a grown grizzly from breaking it off its hinges? "Wait…" he thought for a moment. "It's the game! You can't break doors down in games either! It's against the rules… I gotta open it with the button thingies here…" squatting down again, he typed in several dozen combinations. 1234, 1324, 1423, 2134, 2341, 2314, 4321, 4444, 3333, 2222, 1111… he grew frustrated. "C'mon!" He bashed the door with a fist. Becoming a gorilla, he took the door to town with his ham-sized fists!

BASH! BASH! BASH! POW! POW! WHAM! BASHBASHBASH BASH BASH BASH BASH BASH BASH BASH!

But it never gave. The laws of the game completely prevented him from opening the door. Becoming human again, Beast Boy was out of breath. He sagged for a moment, falling on his hands and knees. "What a security system… Robin would love this." He saddened when he thought of his teammate, and grew quiet. The name DRAKE was shiny, looking at him with an amused air. It seemed to say 'Ha ha! You couldn't get in!' BB growled, glaring at the panel. "So, crazy man wants to keep his room locked up? Fine! I don't wanna go in there anyway!" He stalked angrily away, grabbing Raven's cloak and putting it on again. Her scent calmed him just a little, and he put the bag's strap over his shoulder again. Grumbling and grunting to himself he chose the ladder this time. The top of the lighthouse awaited him.

Hand over hand, he went up and up and up until he emerged onto the top floor. The beacon deck. He looked around in wonder, having never been to the top of a lighthouse before. ((much less in 1912)) The giant lantern lay in the middle of the round, glass room. It was on a rotating cuff-link, a machine that would turn continuously once turned on. The switches all read OFF, though… "Weird…" Beast Boy mumbled. He looked out of the lighthouse in every direction. Nothing but fog and swirling mists. Even the moon barely penetrated it all. It was a hazy, silvery circle high in the sky.

Beast Boy came upon a panel of two levers, and a few push-buttons. He tried a few of the buttons, but none of them seemed to do anything. He pulled down one of the levers.

BEEEEEEEE-OOOOOOOOOOOH!

Beast Boy yelped and jumped back. What the crap was th… oh. Smiling at his own skiddish nature, he pushed the lever back up and pulled the other one.

BEEEEEEEE-OOOOOOOOOOOH!

"Fog signal. Funny. Ehehehe…" The green teen laughed nervously. The fog signal was for when it was so foggy that not even the lighthouse's light worked. Sound was reliable no matter how thick the fog was. He pulled the levers a few more times, trying to laugh at his own stupidity. But then, he gave up trying to laugh and moved on.

His foot hit something soft, and he looked down. More clothes. The lookout guy, Fredrick, must've been standing right there. Beast Boy picked up the pants, surveying them. "Gosh, what was this guy, like seven feet tall?" They were the longest pair of pants he'd ever seen in his life. "Weird…" he dropped them, and something clattered out of one of the big pockets. A gun? No… he knelt down and examined it. M.K.6 was emboldened on the handle, and it had a really stubby barrel, not more than a few inches. It was a flare gun. "I didn't know they had these back in 1912…" Beast Boy mumbled, popping it open and examining the flare itself. He pulled it out and looked at it. ((A/N: Flare guns were invented in 1895 by the Germans, just in case you wanted to know…)) Something that looked as though it might've been German was written on the side, but nothing he could read. It must've been an import, he decided. "Well… if all else fails I can flare it to death." He grinned at the stupid joke, putting them separately in the bag. He didn't want it going off by itself… maybe he'd find a use for it later.

Beast Boy suddenly noticed that one of the windows was open. There was a small balcony out there… he went and peered over the edge. The island greeted him, somewhat bigger than he was used to. Maybe it just looked bigger because there was nothing on it? Strange… if Titan's island was sinking over a long period of time, would it vanish under the sea in like a hundred years? Deciding he didn't want to know, he went to look at the lantern again. It was maybe three feet tall, and was filling to the brim with oil and a wick. Would something in the game happen if he lit it? Heaving a deep sigh and wondering if he was asking for trouble, Beast Boy looked for anything that might be used to light the beacon. "Here we go!" Another pair of striking stones was lying to one side on a long table. The table was covered with sea charts, none of which Beast Boy knew how to read. Picking up what he wanted, he climbed the little stepladder that was present and struck them together. Sparks came, but none of them reached far enough for the wick to catch. Lowering himself a little lower… a little lower… Beast Boy struck them together a few more times. A flame caught, and Beast Boy retreated.

Reacting to the heat, the machine started slowly turning.

"Ha-ha!" Beast Boy said, feeling proud of himself. "I'm the man! I'm the Beastman!" He danced around as the light pierced far out to sea. It seemed to cut through the fog like butter, showing more ocean than he was used to seeing. Then, it started rotating. The lighthouse was officially lit. "Go Beast Boy! Go Beast Boy! You lit the lighthouse! Get funky!" A perfect copy of a Micheal Jackson dance, he was feeling pretty good about himself –

The flame in the beacon turned black.

"Beeeeeeeeeeeast Boooooooooy…." That voice sent icy fingers down his spine, and he froze. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. The entire lighthouse went dark , and a fierce wind whistled outside. Steam erupted from BB's mouth because of the growing cold, and he shivered visibly. He knew that voice… it was… it was…

A misty haze began pouring from the beacon itself, filling the beacon deck in an unholy darkness. "Oh shit…" Beast Boy thrashed his hand into his pocket, his voice squeaking with adolescence. "C'mon… c'mon! Work! Take me back!" He shouted at the pocket-watch. "Back to the present where it can't get me!" he said desperately. The watch sat innocently in his hand, not doing anything. The floor was soon covered with the black mist, and frost was forming on the many windows. "I don't care what time anymore! Just take me out of this one!" He suddenly, wildly remembered he had to mess with the turner. Popping the watch open, he pulled the turner up and gave it a hard twist! Pushing it back down he watched the hand slowly start making its way forward…

"Beeeeeeeeeeeast Boooooooooy…."

"Oh shit…" he whimpered. "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit…" His voice was that was a little girl's as the darkness started taking shape. He looked fearfully at the pocket-watch. The timer was still moving. He wouldn't have enough time for it to finish. A giant, spectral set of claws emerged, slowly reaching for him. They were at least a foot-long each, and dripping with the same neon-green goo from the last time he'd seen it. Tears were in Beast Boy's eyes as he backed into one of the windows. "I'm gonna die…." He whispered, shaking hard.

Crackle…

He looked behind himself. The window glasswas very brittle because of all the frost. The slightest pressure could break it. The shadow hissed as it's other set of claws took shape. Oh God oh God oh God… Beast Boy turned desperately and kicked the window! It shattered into a thousand pieces and he ran out onto the tiny balcony. Gripping the pocket-watch in his gloved hand, he chanced one more glance at the creature. Its head was emerging! There wasn't much time left. The hand on the pocket-watch was still moving. Why was it so damn slow? Clutching the railing in desperation for just a moment –!

Beast Boy jumped over the side, off of the highest balcony of the lighthouse.

Ya'll may have noticed I haven't been letting him use his powers much? Well, I think it's scarier if he can't, so… so there. (smile) Beast Boy's thrown himself off of the lighthouse, and the pocket-watch is getting ready for a time jump. Where will he end up this time? Further into the past? The present again? Way in the future? I'd tell you the name of the next chapter, but that would give it away! Next time on Beast Boy's Game! It's "YEAR XXXX!" To find out what year, stay tuned! Buh-bye! I'm submitting three parts all at once, so cookies for whoever writes review for all three! YAY!