Boy
Hunter leaned against the door of his armored car, puffing at a cigar and looking into the woods beside the dirt road. The scars on his face where fully healed, but they still gave a revolting twist to his appearance. In the hand that wasn't clutched around the cigar held a radio. Through the speaker, screams on fear and agony blared forth. Next to Hunter and atop the car sat Type B, her eyes where locked on the boisterous radio and the cry's that issued forth. She didn't seem concerned, only interested. Hunter seemed to notice her interest and spoke to her,
"What is it my child?" He even pulled the cigar from between his teeth to voice his concern at her displeasure.
"That doesn't sound like anything that Beast Boy could do to anyone." Hunter nodded with understanding then returned the cigar to its usual location.
"No, it shouldn't. This means that our little experiment is working, and the darker half of your Beast Boy is now in control."
"You said that we where to come and retrieve his sleeping body and bring him home, but now that he is awake what will we…" Hunter waved his hand to cut her off,
"Don't worry my child, I was counting on this." Before Type B could voice her shock and displeasure of the fact that this turn of events had been planned four men burst free from the trees and staggered out on to the road. Hunter raised one eyebrow at the sudden appearance of the ragged survivors. One staggered forward and addressed the sneering General.
"Sir the beast is fully awake and violent, the rest of our team is dead back at the falls, Sir. What should we do Sir?" Hunter took a significantly long time considering what to do, he puffed at his cigar and starred skyward as if waiting for a thought to come to him. Then he turned to stepped back into his car and spoke from over his shoulder to the distraught men.
"If he wants a chase, then we'll give him one. Get in that other car and take point." After giving this order Hunter placed the cigar back between his teeth and rolled up his black tinted window. The men knew better then to question and ran to the armored car ahead of Hunter's and slammed their doors shut. The wheels spun and the convoy lurched forward on the gravel road. Hunter and Type B sat casually in the back as the cars flew full speed down the unkempt path.
Type B sat across from Hunter studying his face intently, he glanced up and thought he almost saw anger in his eyes… but that would have been impossible.
"What is it now?"
"How do you know he'll follow us?" Her eyes looked as if she was glaring at him. Hunter chuckled,
"Trust me, I know." he gestured toward the car ahead of them, "Sit up front a while and keep your eyes on those boys."
She reluctantly turned and crawled into the passenger seat leaving Hunter alone in the back. The driver glanced at her and opened his mouth to try to make conversation but a malicious glare shot in his direction cut his attempt short. The Terra clone leaned forward and rested her elbows on the dashboard and her chin in her hands. She could hardly see the car ahead of them through the kicked up dirt but she watched its tail lights dutifully, regardless of how pointless it seemed.
Type B had begun to feel strange things happening to her mind as of late, strange emotions. This sudden loathing toward her master and the distaste she felt from his actions was something she had never thought possible before. The things he had planed for her Beast Boy made her insides twist into knots of concealed loathing. Their was another feeling that confused her, the feeling that burned like a hot poker in the center of her chest, but was as close to ecstasy as she had ever been. Thoughts of her green boy made her eyes slowly drift away from the car and up to the blue sky. Day dreams where about to envelope her when she saw a blur of movement to the right of the convoy. Matching the speed of the cars she saw her beast darting between the trees like a streak of green paint across a brown canvas. For a moment Type B was too shocked to speak, and in that moment the Beast struck the first car.
Beast Boy hurtled himself sideward toward the flank of the heavily armored car, midair his left shoulder sharpened into a long hard ramming spike. The tip pierced the bulletproof plating to create a hole only several inched in diameter, but the force of the blow sent the car waving out of control. It looked as if the car would topple off the road and into the trees as it teetered atop two wheels, but then it miraculously fell upon off fours once again. The diver began shouting something to Hunter in the back seat, but Type B wasn't listening, she was too fixated on the scene before her.
Still clutching to the side Beast Boy road the swerving vehicle flawlessly, he gripped with his hand into the small hole he had created in the side plating and ripped the entire plate free. The large hunk of metal was tossed aside and clacked off the plastic windshield of Type B's car. More and more metallic shrapnel was cast into the air as Beast Boy's clawed hands tore deeper into the belly of the armored creature. A shot was fired and a bullet snapped past Beast Boy's left ear, he stopped digging and raised his arm just in time to deflect a fully automatic burst. One hand was dug into the side paneling of the car keeping him anchored down and the other had become a thick, carapace looking shield that seemed to be impervious to gun fire. Hunter was barking orders to the nervous driver but they passed over Type B's ears unheard, she was transfixed with shock as she saw her gentle Beast Boy struggle against the small armored tank. There was a half a second pause in the constant wall of fire that was reflecting off her Beast Boy's shield, as if the gunman had stopped to reload. It provided a window of opportunity that he exploited, he was in the hole he gap his had torn in the side of the car the instant the cover fire paused. The already out of control car began to swerve even more violently and the windows flashed in small bursts of light as he attacked the men inside. The screams and gunfire where audible even through the car's thick armor plating, at long last the car swerved to sharply and flung itself on its side and slowly skidded to a stop. Type B closed her eyes and looked away from the slaughter that had taken place before her. Then the back doors of the car erupted and a single soldier burst forward, his eyes where wide and he was coated in red liquid. He turned to make a break for the woods but before his feet could carry him away from his nightmare a green blur pounced from within the dark reassesses of the empty shell of the car. Long black claws gripped his neck and wrenched the man's head clear of his body.
The driver sitting next to Type B was struggling to put the car in reverse when Hunter spoke again,
"No, stay here… I need to speak to my new child." The driver looked back at his commander as if he had gone completely out of his mind,
"But, sir, that thing just killed…" Hunter opened his door and stepped out before the man could completely issue out his obvious statistical objection.
Beast Boy was panting in what was more likely rage then exhaustion, his body rippled as sharp blade manifested themselves from his flesh then receded back into the depths of his body. The only part of Beast Boy's person that was not under a constant state of metamorphosis was the metallic collar encircling his neck, with its orange disks pulsating as if running low on power. A deep red stain began to pool at Beast Boys feet as blood dripped down his bare form and seeped into the gravel. Hunter puffed casually on his cigar and strolled up to where Beast Boy stood, he removed it to speak but the green and red figure did not give him the chance, he dashed forward screaming in rage as yet more razors extended from his limbs. Just before his blades reached Hunters jugular the orange disks imbedded into Beast Boys neck pulsed in a violent flash, and the green boy convulsed in pain and recoiled down to his knees. Hunter smiled, pleased as he saw his creation cower away from him, then he spoke.
"You turned out… haven't you little one?" He spoke to him as you would a small child, "Big and strong. You need a few lessons in humility but that can be arranged for latter. But for now I just need you to come with me." He held his cigar in his teeth and pulled a small remote from his military jacket pocket.
He raised it up toward the boy on his knees before him but just before his finger fell Beast Boy lashed out with one sharpened arm. The remote was sliced in two, along with Hunters hand. This time it was Hunter's turn to scream in pain and recoil back. The stinging in his head receded and Beast Boy regained control of his body, and then lost it again to his own anger. He lurched forward and gripped Hunter around the neck as he still clung to his ruined hand. Beast Boy began to grow in size and slowly lifted Hunter's feet from the ground. The general gagged and sputtered as his windpipe was constricted smaller and smaller. Beast Boy's glowing white eyes glared up at his hanging tormentor. A single question hissed through his clinched teeth as he squeezed the life from his prey.
"Why? You fucking bastard, why?" But he did not relinquish his hold to allow a response, nor would he have cared for one. The only thing he wanted from this man was death. Then just before the life was crushed out from Hunters body the passenger side door of the car Beast Boy stood before opened.
His eyes grew wide and the dieing man slipped from his fingers. Type B slowly stepped forward her eyes brimming with tears and her hands crossed over her heart. Beast Boy slowly shrank back down to his original height the closer she came. She looked older, as he suspected he did as well. His shock and disbelief gave way to joy, and the horrors of the last hour faded from Beast Boy's mind as he dashed forward and took his Terra up into his arms. She wrapped her arms about his neck and the tears flowed freely, this new emotion that was coursing through her was too much to handle. They held each other for what would have been days, had the thing that hovered above them stayed silent. With their eyes still half closed Type B and Beast Boy looked upward, to see a young girl floating above them on a large rock.