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Beast Boy's Game

PART 11: YEAR 20,000 BC

Raven felt an ache deep in her chest very suddenly. She leaned over just a little to surpress it. What was this feeling? Was she feeling… him? Like she had waking up in the middle of the night? It was almost dark on the third day of Beast Boy's absence, and little had changed. Raven had set spells all over the common room, forbidding anyone from setting foot on it. Anyone who didn't want to die a very painful death, that is. Once the traps went off, there was no stopping them.

"Mmm…" Raven said, checking all of her symbols for the millionth time. The original twelve symbols decorated her body. She had shamelessly had Starfire paint them all where they'd been during their last adventure. Her hands, her feet, her back, her chakra, and over her heart. All was set. If only Beast Boy would hurry home… they could fight the darkness. Together.

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Beast Boy took some time to get ahold of himself. "Raven wouldn't be laying her crying." He croaked to himself, still thoroughly upset. "I've been crying too much, not even thinking about anything else." He pushed himself up on his hands and knees. Raven's cloak draped protectively around him, almost lovingly. He inhaled her scent, smiling wistfully. It was stained with soup, sea water, blood, burns, and tears. But… his superhuman sense of smell could still catch her hormones… and her lavender incense. The thought of that smell stirred his male hormones, and he reached for the pocket watch to see her face again.

It was gone.

Beast Boy let out a little sound of shock. It was gone! His pocket watch that carried him back and forth through time! Yelping and standing quickly, he searched the room with frantic eyes. It wasn't there. He emptied the Drake bag, searching what he had left. No sign of it. "I musta dropped it on the way up here!" He suddenly remembered he hadn't stopped to cool his time machine, which was usually blazing hot after each time-jump. How stupid was he? Cursing to himself, he made his way to the door and threw it open. It was probably still in the kitchen… it must've shaken loose when he'd landed so hard…

Beast Boy ran down the stairs two at a time, rushing as quickly as he could. What if the Dark Fall realized he was vulnerable right then? It could come for him! Out of breath and stomping down the stairs as fast as his legs could carry him, he kicked the door open.

Beast Boy was suddenly blasted with heat!

He cried out at the intensity, shielding himself with his arms. The entire kitchen was ablaze! The Dark Fall had seen him leave his watch behind, and had set it on fire. Screaming in frustration, he pulled his sleeves down as hard as he could to cover his bare hands… and forced his way in. He kept as low as he could, where there was still oxygen. Smoke filled his vision and made his eyes water. He coughed heavily, finding the table he'd broken in two ablaze. The cupboards and stove were starting to collapse into themselves, Flames ran rampart through the room, and a flash of gold caught Beast Boy's eyes. He dove into the corner and grasped it, finding his prize clutched in his hand. Ignoring the painful heated metal, he popped it open –!

DARK FALL LOOMED FROM THE FLAMES!

Beast Boy cried out in terror, pressing himself to the ashy wall as it screamed its ungodly challenge! Enraged, huge claws of quicksilver doused through the flames, slashing him across the chest. He cried out as his tights began to catch fire. Rolling away in desperation, Beast Boy popped the turner outward, twisted hard, and slammed it back down again. The single hand in the watch began to move. God, he was burning! Thrashing out of his shirt and tumping over the sink in the process, he spilled charred soup out onto the floor. Dark Fall reared its ugly, rippling head as green neon goo dripped from its sword-like teeth. "Oh God…!" Beast Boy whispered as it drew itself up. This was it. He was going to die. A massive tentacle wrapped itself around him, and he was lifted into the air. The ice and burning sensations confused his body, torturing it with mixed signals and a war of pain in his mind.

"Haaaaaaseeeeeeoooooraaaaaaseeeeth!" It hissed as thousands of voices fought to be heard above the cackling flames. It drew Beast Boy up to its eyes, his arms pinned to his sides. The incredible, unholy agony struck at his very soul. The white-hot pain no one was ever meant to bear chewed away at his heart. He looked into the very eyes of evil, the swirling pools of lust of for souls. Red on red on red, as though it were old blood mixed with new. That was the only way to describe those eyes… God, those horrible eyes… Beast Boy moaned aloud, feeling his ribcage start to give. It was going to crush him… God…it…it hurt so much…… The hand on the pocket watch reached it destination.

Beast Boy vanished in a golden blare of light.

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The green teen fell for a short time, and landed on something cold and hard. Icy wind flared around him, chilling his now shirtless body awake. His nipples shrank in protest, and he picked himself up as fast as he could to get off the ice. Ice? He quickly noticed…

He was out on the tundra. Nothing but ice and heavy snow as far as the eye could see.

"Where the hell am I?" Beast Boy whispered, clutching at himself to stay warm. He suddenly saw the golden pocket watch lying to one side, already cooled because of the ice. "Better yet, when the hell am I?" He picked it up and popped it open. "No… way." He stared at the year the single hand on the pocket watch was pointing to, constantly shivering with cold. It read 20,000 BC. Was it some kinda freaking ice age? "T-T-This S-s-s-s-sucks-s-s-s-s!" He shivered hard, going from green to a rather sickly shade of blue. "Huh…?" there was a cave nearby, and he ran to it. At least it would be out of the wind. If a polar bear lived there, he would just have to deal with it.

Once inside he was still freezing, but a little less miserable without the icy winds all around him. Thin, non-windbreaker tights were definitely not for cold weather. It was a much deeper cave than he thought. Wait, what was that? Something was sticking out of the snow. He knelt down, subjecting his knees to the cold to get a better look. It was a bony hand. Fearing the return of the horny zombie girl, Beast Boy recoiled a bit. When it didn't move for a long time, he prodded it gently. It was just sticking up there… out of the snow. Was it truly dead? He brushed some snow off of it and found a cuff with a golden cufflink on it. Beast Boy knew who it was right away because of the letter embossed on the cufflink.

The letter was D. That was Drake.

What was he holding? Beast Boy worked carefully, as not to snap the frozen fingers off… it was another Malaki chip! Beast Boy stared at it incredulously, finding it to be bright yellow. Hey… red, blue, and yellow! Primary colors!

MALAKI Processor #3

Z – Factor Motherboard

"X…Y… and Z." Beast Boy murmured, breathing on it hard to get the rest of the frost off. Satisfied with his work, Beast Boy gently placed it in the bag… that belong to the man buried in the snow in front of him. Sighing with physical and mental fatigue, he pressed further into the cave. There were several turns, but only one path. When he'd gone far enough, Beast Boy decided to take a rest. "X, Y, and Z… Length, width, and… depth, I guess?" He mumbled, sitting cross-legged. The ice soon got wet and seeped into the seat of his pants. Groaning that he couldn't catch a break, he stood again. The man that had frozen to death had been the same man who'd gone crazy, served the Dark Fall… and somehow ended up in 20,000 BC? It just didn't make any sense. But lately, so little did… Beast Boy moaned with cold, pressing onward with little hope for anything at all. What was there in 20,000 BC? Nothing at all, that he could see, besides ice and cold. And the dead guy that he'd left behind like fifteen minutes ago. He was started to go numb on certain parts of his bare chest, and he rubbed at himself to keep blood flowing. If his chest froze… it wouldn't be good. Shivering and trying to make his teeth stop chattering, Beast Boy pressed on through the icy tunnel.

Just as he was thinking of doing another time jump, he came to a very sudden halt. His eyes stared in absolute disbelief. It was more outrageous than anything he'd seen or done so far. It was sitting in the ice, too heavy to be moved… but more powerful than anything he'd ever known before. The green teen stared at its shiny sides, and painted name. Beast Boy, also known as Garfield Logan, had found his objective.

Beast Boy had found Malaki.
What a great spot for a cliffie! Okay! Final predictions, anyone? What is Malaki? Can you guess? Please leave a review with your guess, and a cookie for you if you get it right! It's a good thing I'm submitting all of this at once, or I might get a bunch of angry reviews complaining about the cliffhanger! Make you guess, and press on, my loyal readers! Because, next time on Beast Boy's Game, it's "MALAKI!" Let's solve the mystery together!