Yes this another sad attempt at writing a good fanfic
This fanfic centers around beastboy and raven shortly after season 5 and the death of the doom patrol.
The brotherhood of evil was defeated but at a great personal cost for one titan he lost his last remaining link to his past and the people he considered his family in a rage he seeks their murderer arriving in africa they do battle but his anger and malice blinds him to the obvious he is clearly out matched.
Teen titans is a product of dc comics, warner brothers studios,and cartoon network.
Beastboys fangs dug deeper into the soft flesh of his bottom lip the coppery taste of his blood filled his mouth. The pain was incredible but he wouldn't let her have the satisfaction of his screams of agony. Her clawed hands continued to dig deeper into his fleshy side as his nerves fired wave after wave of pain assaulting his turbulent brain. His attackers full red lips slowly twisted into a smirk as she altered the shape of her hands to better her grip on one of his vital organs. It didn't matter at this point really he would die either way she smiled even wider as she decided to go for the closest organ his right lung.
Unable to hold back the screams of agony any longer beastboy screamed as her barbed fingers pierced his lung he choked and gagged as the blood filled his left lung that was now leaking from his collapsed right he fell to the ground his face making a dull thud his body laid limp. His attacker smiled as she removed her gruesome hand and ran her blood soaking fingers through her raven hair. She gingerly picked up her fallen prey and looked into his lifeless eyes no longer shining with mischief but dull and expressionless his bright emerald iris now shown a dull dingy green. His light green skin was unusual pale his lips an odd bluish green leaking blood from a self inflicted wound revealed his single fang. His patrol uniform no longer glistened with pride now coated in his blood and dirt from the battle field the purple stripe that ran down his chest was a rusty brown.
She smiled as she surveyed her work he was a perfect specimen he fought to the very end she truly enjoyed the feel of his blood on her hands. But as cold hearted as she was she did feel pity as she looked at his face his boyish looks were very pleasing to the eyes she looked closer at his body as she traveled through the dense foliage of the forest avoiding fallen branches and loose rocks. His petite body was rather well built his chest was very muscular his abdomen firm and defined due to his heavy training his muscles weren't bulky but long and thin excellent for a light scout. The assassin shook her head to dispel her disturbing thoughts he was after all a corpse nothing more nothing less. She gasped as he took a small labored breath but brushed it aside he was already dead his beaten body was beyond saving. no one could survive the amount of punishment she put him through she thought to herself but she knew deep down though it very much undermined her life style and mind set she truly hoped he would NO she prayed he would live.
so you guys like it or not if you do please review i think this maybe one of my better storys.