Animals
The scream that ripped free from the throat of the young green boy rivaled that of any creature that called the mortal realm home. Blades hovered inches away from the twin helpless girls, the spiders had paused to find the origin of the horrific shriek. They however did not even have the chance to look up from their intended prey.
Two long sweeps from black blades sliced through the spiders immediately poised over the Terras, like that from the reaping of grain. The two halves from each machine fell to the ground like the clatter from a falling box of silverware down a rocky mountain side. In the center of the circle of devastated foes crouched Beast Boy, each arm an eight foot long razor edge. Again the spiders paused to asses the new threat, Beast Boy moved with out hesitation. There was a loud cracking sound as the bones in his arms broke in two then fused again to form another pair of bladed arms. A quick spin sliced through the surrounding enemies. The spiders instantly increased in armor thickness to stop the thin blades from piercing into there electronic organs. There was no pause in Beast Boys reaction, too many battles he had fought witch required quick thoughts for a transformation for him to faultier now.
Bringing all the blades together in front of him they melded together to make a single giant mallet like blades held alonft by all four limbs. His mussels grew and tightened to handle the great weight. A group of spiders dashed forward, Beast Boy pivoted his weapon around him and slammed the immense mass against theirs and sent their remains scattering into the air. Then the mallet came down atop another group flattening them against the earth. The spiders thinned their armor and increased their speed to dash in upon Beast Boy when his movement slowed. Another group of the distorted creatures rushed Beast Boy when his great blade hung momentarily motionless in the air.
The mallet instantly disappeared into the original twin arms and the green boy leapt high and out of reach. His weight was under the control of him whim, the density of his own body changing instantaneously. He darted into the air with the speed and precision of a small bird and hung in the air like a hovering feather. The spiders looked up at their escaped prey and changed again. Each emotionless monstrosity lifted their arms toward the boy handing in the air and launched them free of their sockets. The missiles hissed closer, each leaving a thin trail of smoke in their wake. Thousands of sharp needle like edges pointed toward the hovering boy and hissed closer. A fraction of a second passed where Beast boy simply hung in the air as the blades closed in, then he dropped. Every inch of his flesh instantly condensed and his speed drastically climaxed at terminal velocity in less then twenty feet of falling time. When the immense weight struck the ground the rock buckled and broke upward in a shockwave of dust and wind. Beast Boy was swallowed up in the mouth of earth he created. Temporarily stunned by the wave of shrapnel that exploded from the unexpected plummet of their intended target the spiders simply stared at the small hole where the boy was berried. Then a single metallic soldier happened to glance upward and saw the hail of their own missiles pivot midair and turn upon their owners. If he could have screamed in terror, he would have.
The air amidst the spiders was filled with a storm of shredding rain. Most of the machines where torn in half several times before their remains where permitted to touch the ground. What was left of the army died by their own hands, or what you might call hands of such beings? Then all that was left was a smoldering scrap graveyard and two twin girls lying ageist each other inhaling slowly. For nearly a minute their slow intake of breath was the only sound that traveled through the steam filled air of the desecrated battle ground. Hunter and the car where he had stood where gone, both fleeing the carnage back to the stronghold city. For a while there was just the girls, then a third player reentered the field, his pitch black eyes surveying what had once been his army. Then his eyes detected the sent of heat, and he saw the two girls amidst the destruction. John the assassin reached into his red vest with the large collar covering the bottom half of his face and pulled free a long jagged dagger. Charred metal cracked and bent under his heavy steps as he walked closer. He curled into a crouch then leapt forward with the dagger over his head, toward the sleeping Terra's.
A green hand erupted from the ground like a zombie rising from a wet grave and gripped John's leg, jerking him from the air and flinging him away from the girls. The assassin landed of his neck and rolled into a pile of sharp scraps left from his fallen warriors. The serrated edges scrapped harmlessly off his hard skin and John shook himself free of the metallic weight atop him as he regained his feet. Through his black eyes the assassin saw something he had thought only to be written into stories of horror and fantasy. A dark green figure haled himself upward from beneath the earth like some undead prince rising to reclaim his vengeance. Glowing white eyes glared up at his from under dirty black locks of noted hair. The Beast shook his body and large chunks of dark soil came free off his skin and into the air. Then the boy positioned himself between John and the helpless girls in a defensive stance. The control disk implanted in the assassins chest pulsed and John took his own fighting stance. His all seeing eyes watched in wonder as the green figure before him changed, the heat resonating from the boys skin burned with the heat of glowing coals then dropped as cold as the frost of a drifting ice burg. Each ragged breath that hissed through the beasts gagged teeth rose into the air like steam then blew forth like the wind from a cold rain. The chaotic temperatures seemed under the control of the creature they dwelt in. The orange disk pulsed and forced the moment of aw from John's mind and back to the challenge mounting before him. With the dagger still in hand he screamed and rushed the chaotic spirit that had manifested from the ground itself.
Beast Boy watched through narrow white eyes as the boy in the red vest charged at him, the ire he felt had not yet subsided and the primal animal was still in control. The scream that Beast Boy released in response to his attackers cry bellowed outward shaking the leaves in the trees and scarring the birds from their posts. The air from his lungs ripped through his mouth and all his rage and hatred for the evil of the world poured out along with it. The sound struck the charging assassins ears causing him to flinch.
As the sound still echoed through the halls of the mountains Beast Boy charged forward and met the assassin head on. Claws formed from what where once fingers raked across the side of John's chest, the fabric that made his clothes tore easily under the sharp claws but the indestructible hide beneath suffered not a single blemish. The solid impacts caused John to convulse after every strike but no blood leaked forth and no cries of pain filled the air, the maddening fury coursing through Beast Boy blinded him to the futility of his attacks so he persisted in the flurry of slashing assaults. A single final powerful blow across the face ripped free the large collar that hid Johns face from the outside word and caused the assassin to falter and fall to the ground. Beast Boy stood over the presumably defeated foe breathing hard, the long claws reseeding back into fingers once again. Enough time passed where John did nothing but lie upon the earth for the ragged breaths staggering from the young green boys lungs to ease slightly, and just when Beast Boy was about to turn to walk back to the fallen Terra's a small chuckle came from the deceptively conquered boy. The chuckle rose to laughter as the assassin rose to one knee, then climaxed at an inhuman bellow the echoed through the mountains just as Beast Boys roar had.
Beast Boy watched in astonishment as John casually stood without a single drop of blood staining the scrap covered ground beneath him. Even more shocking was what lay beneath the collar, the monstrous jawbone lined with irregular gagged teeth. The unearthly laughter died away and the two animals starred into the others eyes, ones eyes pure black the other glowing white. The scars of science inflicted each opponent, yet despite their common pains they regarded each other with cold unsympathetic eyes. John shook the dust from off his body and cracked his neck, but the treating action did not sway Beast Boy. With out any warning the assassin lunged forward to attempt at another rush, but with identical speed Beast Boy summoned up the great cleaver he had used against the spiders. Swinging it like a bat he swept it fast and in a long arch, the blade struck John in the neck and cast him into the air again. This time however Beast Boy did not let him land. The great blade dissipated and the green boy shot into the air after his prey, he moved with the speed and agility of a small humming bird despite his size. One arm grasped John by the ankle and flung him earthward. The sound of air hissing past the falling boy's body filled the assassin's ears but that was lost in the thunder when he struck and broke through a pile of the fallen androids. John rolled and regained his feet, the tread on the bottom of his shoes scrapping across the ground sending trails of dust upward as he slowed to a stop.
The assassin glanced up at the hovering green Beast with one eye brow raised. Wings wreathed in blades erupted from Beast Boys back, and his arm became a long lance thick with barbs. With one mighty sweep of the large bladed wings Beast Boy flung himself downward, plummeting toward John, who stood unmoving as this angle of retribution brought down its wrath. The air made a sharp screeching sound as it broke over the many sharp edges cutting through it. The lance was held forward aimed toward the monstrous assassin with the black eyes who awaited the coming of his judgment with calm unmoving confidence. The tip of the spear found its mark in Johns gut, but when it struck his skin the tip punctured nothing. John had been waiting for this.
With one hand he grasped the blade that was Beast Boys hand and used its momentum against its owner it into the ground. Beast Boy was slammed hard into the unforgiving and ridged rock. The lance and wings disappeared and Beast Boy struggled to rise. A foot with a steel tip struck the side of his face, pain shot out like a firecracker in his left ear and he fell to his back. Another kick into his kidney struck his side followed by another to the face flipping his over to his stomach. Beast Boy screamed and blades shot out of his back in every direction. John raising his heads and was force backward by the force of the expanding treat. The thick blades bent and pushed against the ground lifting Beast Boys body from the ground like long black spider legs. John watched with calm black eyes as his foe rose above him like a rising martyr, his legs limp and his head hung low. Beast Boy spat and blood struck the earth, one hand wiped blood and spittle from the side of his mouth as white eyes glared at the assassin beneath him.
"You know this can only end one way Beast of a thousand blades." When John spoke his gruesome jaw bone barely twitched, it was as if the words where willed forth. "You can not harm me, it will only take time for you to tire and falter. Your girls will die not long after you fall and my mission will be complete." Beast Boy growled and flung him self down toward the talking monster.
John moved to quick and Beast Boys anger had made his reckless, he grabbed the snarling Beast by the neck and slammed him once again to the ground. As the fallen boy rolled through the shrapnel strewn across the ground the blades coming from his back clanked against the metal on the ground and hundreds of small cut where torn in his flesh. John offhandedly walked after his tumbling foe. Beast Boy fell to a crouch and hunched like an angry dog as he gritted his teeth with hatred toward the approaching assassin. Fur grew on his back between the spider leg like blades and bristled upward in defiant rage.
"Your resistance is admirable but it is pointless, my skin is stronger then any metal found on his planet. Nothing can puncture its surface." Beast Boy looked upward at the invincible boy and smiled.
"Can you think of the one word in that sentence that you should've left out?" What was once a hand became a sharp black dagger and shot forward plunging deep into the orange disk implanted into Johns chest. The blade cut through the thin metal plate, past the bone and into the red meat of the heart. The black eyes of the assassin grew wide with shock as the first and last pain of his short life shot through his body. Beast Boy held the blade for a moment then ripped it free, shards of metal within a spray of crimson hung in the air. The shards of glass flickered with the orange glare several more times before the evil light fell away forever.
John's eyes went from a glare of painful rage to a look of sorrowful lament as he teetered forward and caught himself with one hand of Beast Boys shoulder. The Beast that held the will of the green boy saw the human that had been berried deep within the relentless heart of the dieing assassin. Once again the powerful rage fell back into the dark side of Beast Boys mind and regret surfaced. As John lost control of his legs and began to pullet down BB reached out and caught him, cradling his head in the palm of his hand and he felt the pure irony of what he had just done wash over him. To kill the assassin Beast Boy was forced to destroy the one thing that made him a monster. Tears brimmed at the edge of the black eyes of the unwilling tool of malevolence. The inhuman jaw opened ever so slightly and a single diction expressed the pain of woe that had been hidden past the cage of orange glass.
"I am sorry… forgive my weakness, oh boy of beasts… I knew not what I did." The spider like blades hovered for a moment in the air above them like a shroud of sorrow then slowly slipped back into their birth place as the life from the assassin slipped into vertigo.
Then it was only Beast Boy holding the shell of another monster in a silent battle field with his twos loves who where slowly rising from their unnatural hibernation that was forced upon them by one of the three orange disks that where left in the word. One still in Robin, one still in Type B and another for the one meant to bring them all under the will of darkness.