Raven's Game 2: Beast Boy's Game Chapter 10: Beyond the Door, a teen titans fanfic

Here we are again! It's back to Beast Boy right away! I don't own Teen Titans!

Beast Boy's Game PART 10: Beyond the Door

Beast Boy was falling down the shaft of the elevator in 2016, so where would he land in 1912? What if he timed jumped and ended up in a WALL? It would kill him in an instant! That horrible thought blazed through Beast Boy's mind as his world twisted, flared, and groaned. Light… pain… like being born, he supposed.

He landed with a mighty crash of dishes. A table broke in half, and hardtack flew everywhere. He groaned where he lay, finding himself back in the old kitchen of the lighthouse of 1912! "Time travel sucks…" he said softly, nursing a small bleeder on his forehead. Wiping it quickly, he moaned as he turned over on his hands and knees. He was stained with the soup he'd seen earlier, and Raven's cloak was a mess. The hardtack, still reminding him more of a brick than food, was nearby. He grunted in pain suddenly, and reached into his mouth with his un-gloved hand. He drew it away just a little bit pink. "Yep. It sucks." He mumbled. He forced himself, slowly, slowly, to his feet.

Beast Boy was used to physical punishment, but not so much in his human form. He was always in a stronger animal form when in battle, but getting such a heavy blow in human form took its toll. Knowing his back would bruise before long, he forced himself to stand erect. He felt a trickle on his leg, and looked down. The icicle he'd put there so long ago was gone. He untied the fabric, looking at it. It was a part of Raven's cloak… he expertly tied it around his un-gloved hand, covering the raven shape that had been branded into him. Feeling a little better and coughing to get rid of the pain in his chest, he pressed on. Making sure the Drake bag was still in his possession, he made sure everything was still inside. Yup. Okay, it was time to move on.

He knew which way to go, and began traveling up the spiraling stairs just outside of the kitchen. Walking slowly, patiently as he could, he was happy when at last all the pain was gone. He listened for any sound that would warn of his enemy, but found none. He could only hear his tap-tap-tap stepping up the stone stairs. He could hear his own breathing, his heartbeat… he started shaking. Nothing was more disturbing to one with his sense of hearing than absolute silence. At last, he arrived. Looking around for any sign of the Dark Fall, he licked his dry lips as he dug into the bag he held. Pulling out the history book, he flipped to the page he wanted. Kneeling down to the panel he'd popped open earlier, he entered the code slowly. 1…3… 2…4… 1…2… 3…4… 1…1 –!

The door sprang open.Beast Boy jumped back, but found no monster so he relaxed. Swallowing, he made his way inside and shut the door behind him. It was some kind of study. A little bed was in the corner, along with a tiny dresser, but all the rest of the room was maps, charts, boat schedules, course predictions, tide times, moon phases, calenders… all sorts of things. Drake must've been the leader of the three men in charge of the lighthouse, Beast Boy guessed. There were enough papers and things there to satisfy any historian who wanted to know about the lighthouse. The green teen sifted through the papers, wondering what he was looking for. Any sign of the word Malaki, he supposed. Annoyed at how little he knew about his objective, he went over the things he knew so far in his head as he looked at everything on the large messy desk. Tide was going to be early tonight… All roads lead to Malaki… the price of candles had gone up by about three cents… two computer chips, X and Y factor… the moon's three-quarter phase was tomorrow… Malachi was in the Bible, but that was spelled differently… Beast Boy looked up, staring at a pair of portraits on the wall. They were photographs. One of a young man, the other of a young woman. Neither were much older than he himself was. "His kids, maybe…?" He soon lost interest and looked through some of the drawers. Running his hands through papers, old files and caculations as to tides and weather, he came across something that would be of use. A journal. "Funny how these always turn up, huh Raven?" He said to no one. The front was soft leather, and he ran his hand across it. It was cold to the touch, but very worn. As though Drake had written in it everyday for a long time. "Hmm…" he sat on the bed, hearing the springs slowly squeak as they accepted his weight. Minding the fact that he didn't have all day to read the whole thing, he skipped ahead to see if anything recent would help him. Even if 'recent' meant 1912…

It flows throughout. The darkness. It is supreme. I feel it calling me, and I welcome it with open arms. Those other two fools have no idea that the island is growing. It changes each day just a bit, as my master grows stronger. Like a giant swelling on the Earth, it is strengthening its power. It gives me great power… oh yes…

Beast Boy turned the page.

Malaki has served us well. Yes. Marvelous power in the hands of my master. He is most pleased, and blessed me with even greater, darker powers. I can see it in my skin, like a glowing. As though my body were ready to burst at the seams with the incredible energy that was endowed to me.

Beast Boy remembered the letter from earlier, something about Drake glowing and going mad… was this what he was talking about? Probably so… why didn't he go into further detail with Malaki? Everyone knew more about it than he did! I was so damn… frustrating! The green teen cursed softly, turning the page.

All things come to those who wait.

I see you… Beast Boy!

Beast Boy jumped to his feet and hurled the book across the room, breathing hard. He'd known. This Drake, this… thing. It had known he was coming! How? How had he known? Did the Dark Fall tell him, and have him clear out before he got there to interrogate him about Malaki? Thoroughly creeped out in a way he hadn't felt in a long time, he stared at the book he'd just thrown. It had crashed into one of the portraits and knocked it off the wall. The one of the girl. He went over and picked it up, turning it over so he could set it on the wall again. He dropped it with a sudden cry of horror!

The picture of the young girl had become a monster!

Her hair was old and matted, jagged teeth coming out of her mouth. Her lidless eyes glared at the camera with bloodlust, tiny pupils dotting the sunken grapes that made up the eyeballs. Bones barely visible, the dress hung from her body like a used napkin, exposing weather-beaten skin and pitiful breasts. The frame shattered when it hit the ground, and Beast Boy staggered back into the desk. It clattered over near the bed, the glass that separated the picture form the world breaking into a million pieces. Out of breathing and try not to have a heart attack, he clutched at his chest in distress. What a horrible thing to see… Hearing only his own footsteps on the creaky boards, he approached the bed where it fell. "Mind over matter… mind over matter…" he whimpered softly, kneeling down again. It had fallen face-down. He had to look at it one more time, to know the illusion was gone. "It's not there. It's that girl. Not a zombie… not real… not real…" His hand trembled as his fingertips brushed the edge of the broken frame. Glass tinkled softly as he picked up the picture frame. Holding his breath, he turned it slowly over… there was no one there! Had she decided to leave the photograph, like in a messed up Harry Potter picture? He stared at the blank canvas, unsure of what it meant. Knelt next to the bed, he looked at it and shook his head. "Dude, whatever…" he placed it on the bed –!

A worm-eaten hand yanked Beast Boy under the bed.

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Raven had pushed all of the living room furniture to the walls, and was busy drawing complicated symbols on the carpet. The others hadn't needed to ask what she was doing. She was preparing for BB's return, and it wouldn't be good to interrupt. In reality, Raven was readying an all-out assault. The intricate, almost impossible to replicate patterns she was drawing… they all had a purpose. A magical 'rerouting circle,' it was called. If any sort of magic were performed in or around the tower, the user would be pulled by force straight to the middle of the circle… right in the middle of the common room. Raven had stolen lamps, spotlights, and generators from all over the tower. Pointing them in and around the circle, her purpose was clear. If the shadow-thing showed up, being a magical entity, it would be yanked straight to the center of her circle. Straight into the light. Raven remembered that it had really hated light, and ran from it whenever possible. It could only live in shadow. What Raven had set up was enough to give the average person a tan.

"Our electric bill's gonna suck this month." Cyborg murmured, though he knew perfectly well the city paid all their utilities. He, Robin and Starfire were watching Raven from the kitchen area. The only safe spot in the room. She'd been drawing symbols all over the common room, setting traps and drawing up plans the whole time. If they made one wrong step in the wrong area, they would've set them all off. They'd offered to help, but Raven wouldn't allow it. The symbols had to be drawn perfectly, she'd said. Any screw ups, and the whole thing would backfire.

"Friend Raven, perhaps you should take a break now, yes?" Starfire asked in a small voice. Raven looked up from her work, near the center of the 'rerouting circle.' There were little bags under her eyes from all the concentration she'd needed for so many hours, though she didn't look dead tired quite yet. The look on her face said for the others to go the hell away… but a tiny smile found her face.

"Just a second, Starfire." Raven murmured, dusting her hands off. "I'm almost done with this string of incantations." The other three Titan's spirits lifted just a bit. Raven was doing a little better. This was good, considering a lot of repairs still needed to be done to the tower itself since her 'freak out.' Raven finished marking her spell on the floor, made sure the lights were angled correctly, and quite comically rubbed her hands on her legs. They came away black because of her charcoal markings for the past few hours, but no one cared. Raven, careful not to touch to floor as she hovered through the air, got a soda from the fridge and leaned on the counter.

"Are you sure this is going to work, Raven?" Robin asked. There was a long silence as Raven took a swig from her soda and surveyed her work from afar.

"No." Raven said softly, avoiding everyone's eyes. Everyone deflated in disappointment. "Not at all." She set her soda on the counter. "All we can hope for is that Beast Boy wins the game, whatever it may be. And, if he brings the Dark Fall back with him, the trap will work, I hope. It didn't like light when I last faced it, and I doubt its changed in just one year."

"It was the anninversary that Beast Boy disappeared, wasn't it?" Robin asked, suddenly remembering the special date.

"Yeah…" Raven murmured, a little surprised anyone else other than Beast Boy had remembered. The thought of his name made her heart ache, and she leaned a little more heavily on the counter. "Well… no the best thing to do it wait." She whispered to herself more than anyone. Her hood fell back as though on its own, revealing her anxious eyes. She stared at the center of the huge magical circle she'd drawn, as though it were a bullseye. Would he appear right there? Or would the Dark Fall show up there? Both? She didn't know, but that was the best she could do for now, unless anyone had any other ideas… Raven looked over at the others. They looked almost as fatigued as her, and just as ready to get their friend back… but no. She wanted it more. More than any of them. The darker of the five Titans murmured to herself, "Our Beast Boy… ours…"

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A half-dead, slimy arm hooked around Beast Boy's waist, and figure pulled itself up. He was so stricken with terror, he couldn't scream. He couldn't breath. He couldn't –! "Wanna get it on?" a voice like ice accompanied a face so terrible he would remember it for the rest of his life. It was just like the photo, but it was real! The sunken dead eyes glowed a soft green, little black pricks for pupils. Chapped, dry lips that were crusted with blood pulled back to reveal rotten teeth. She was a horror to look at, and even more horrible to feel. A small whimper escaped Beast Boy's mouth as she leaned over to get a better look. "We've got all night." One of her legs was over him. One of Beast Boy's hands was twitching uncontrollably through the Drake bag. Oh God oh God oh God…! "Hell, we've got eternity." A piece of leathery tongue licked at his cheek, and he whimpered louder. The green teen's hand was still twitching around inside the bag, rustling everything inside about like a stew. But, was there hope there for him?

The dead, zombified woman's decayed body was straddled over him, all the while they were still under the bed itself. She drew close, rotten teeth turning deadly sharp all of a sudden. Her bony, icy fingers were grasping him between the legs. Beast Boy felt his sac contract incredibly quickly, trying to get away all on its own. He almost had it, he almost had it! His one hand was thrashing about all by itself as the other tried to hold her off as best it could. Her hauntingly green glowing eyes flared slightly, and she leaned down over him. Her jaw was extending further than should've been allowed, exposing countless teeth and a whip-like tongue. Was she going to eat his head all in one chomp! Click. Ka-chunk. Beast Boy's eyes suddenly portrayed hard rage.

"SUCK FLARE, BITCH!" His hand dove out of the bag, the loaded flare gun in hand.

Using his thumb to cock it while it came to his rescue, he stuffed the barrel directly into the monster's mouth. Pulling the trigger Beast Boy heard the explosion and there was a shower of sparks and heat! The monster reared up with a roar, tumping the bed over and freeing Beast Boy as its head broke apart. It burst into ashes, but not before leaving a huge blood splatter on the wall. The smoking gun still in his hand, Beast Boy lay there, trembling.

God, he'd barely had the coordination to load the flare gun with one hand and hold her off with the other. The hours and hours of video games with his friends had helped him with that. The barrel with the flare gun was shaking, he noticed. He dropped it, and saw his whole body was shaking. He suddenly curled to one side and openly wept. "Raven…" he moaned her name. "How did you survive this…?" Of course, there was no one around to answer him.

He was all alone, in 1912.

We got some of the horror back now, I think! I believe we've earned the M rating now, though I'm sorry it took so long! I'm trying to think of some scarier stuff to put in this story, so pardon the long pause between parts, n'kay? It'll be worth it, though! I promise. Now, Raven has her traps set. Beast Boy is struggling to stay alive. Next time on Beast Boy's Game! It's "YEAR XXXX!" Find out when you get there!