Revenge

chapter 5

Ok well hiya readers...never did get my 5 reviews but all the same i gotta keep writing for my 3 loyal reviewers...thank you guys !.

ok i was listening to nirvana while writing this so it got depressing and dark..what i wanted but could be OTT :S ah well life isnt all candy floss and ponies ...trust me

anway on with the story.

Thoughts "blah blah"

5 years had passed since that fatal night by the docks the night that changed their lives, the problem was that none of them knew how much..

The streets were packed with the hustle and bustle of new York city, men and woman costumed within their own lives each as insignificant as the next like grains of sand in a dessert. However under the thick skin layer of society others lurked, those who lives didn't flow as smoothly as the others did even if they wished it did.

One of these others was a young man clad in a dirty brown cloak which covered most of his face, even those who passed him realised that life had been cruel to this particular person. The cloak was torn towards the end and his dark blue jeans didn't do him any favours either.

"Hey watch were your going dumb ass " an angery woman spat out after the young man knocked into her shoulder, she was about to speak again but a glance of his cold green eyes from beneath his cloak told her nothing more need be said. He bobbed like a ball on water through the crowd his body fluid in motion but some heavy weight on his soul seemed to make his feet drag.

A small golden haired child with violet eyes unusually deep with colour for her age rushed through the crowd, her little hands out stretched and searching "mama..."

It was only when her little hands brushed passed his cloak did he notice her presents and as he casted his eyes down to examine the girl he held his breath "those violet eyes".

Green met violet for a brief moment before a women with similar golden hair burst through the crowd, wrapping her arms protectively around the child placing light kisses on the child's head

" silly silly girl " the woman repeated as she picked up the child and began to walk away.

However green never left violet and the child's small head rested over her mother's shoulder staring at the young man as she disappeared into the crowd.

"...raven.." the young man mind was consumed with the violet eyes he used to stare into so long ago. he stood still as people passed him, his eyes glazed over in memories...memories of her soft smooth voice her rare laughter, it killed him to think of what he once had within his presents.

For those moments which followed his encounter with the young girl he froze as his mind went into a drugged stage of something he once called happiness in the tower with his friends. But like all his happiness it was short lived for standing still in a busy new York street is something which could not be done for long.

"Hey you idiot keep it moving" and with that a large man shoved his hands forward pushing the young man onto the floor with some force.

The young man came crashing down with his hands in front of his upper body, defending himself from the nearing pavement. After he fell to the ground he was greeted by an all too familiar silence followed by the sensation of a light breeze blowing through his hair.

The street let out a loud gasp as the young man's green face was shown, the gasp was followed by whispers which then turned into shouts " Hes a freak", "look at his face" "what is he" "monster".

A sign left the young mans lips, he had been through this a thousand times before and although he told himself he didn't care but the pain of rejection from the rest of the human race was still sharp.

As he slowly got up people back away while watching him as if he was wild disgusting animal.

He smirked to himself as he tilted his head up to the sun watching a bird fly across the sky.

The years had changed beast boy greatly, he was far taller and muscular, his dark green hair had grown also and was tied up into a small pony tail but of course his skin was still as disfiguring green as ever and the small fangs which rested on his lower lip weren't an added pleasure.

Beast boy's eyes wandered the crowd their horrified faces reflected in his eyes, he shook his head in sorrow." Am i forever to be an outcast to these people".

Before his mind could answer his own question he shut his eyes and in a blink of a eye the crowd let out a shrill scream as his dirty brown cloak fell to the floor in a heap, But what they didn't see was a green eagle fly into the sky.

Meanwhile...on the border of Mexico..

It was another dark cold night by the border a lone bar the only place for mile around, but thats not to say it was empty quite the opposite infact.

The bar know as the rising sun (sound familiar?) was a place were criminals as those who do not wished not to be found passed their time, nothing was particularly special about it but underneath the cloud of smoke there was a particularly special person.

A young man around the age of 19 carefully formed another line of white power with a blunt razor blade on a wooden table in the far corner of the bar. It didn't take him long to lean over with a rolled up note and sniff the white substance up into his nose giving him a rush.

After taking the hit his eyes glazed over slightly and he tilted his head back to rest against the wall while running his free hand through his jet black spiky hair.

To anyone in the bar at that moment this young man didn't look out of place he was wearing standard clothes a black leather jacket and shirt with dark blue jeans, his hands were wrapped in white boxing bandages and his eyes were shielded buy a pair of dark shades.

As his head slung forward slightly he began to feel the cocaine pump through his veins giving him added energy and as his hand shakily reached out for his packet of cigarettes he told him self that this wasn't a habit, that he wasn't addicted that he just need this for his 24/7 vigilanty life style for how else was he going to keep awake most of the time. But deep inside he knew it was a lie and that he did it to satisfy his deep desire for his own self destruction.

He slowly took out a cigarette placing it to his lips while lifting his hand to light it breathing in the thick smoothing smoke (i used to smoke for awhile...a bad habit kiddies...but soo goBad!..ahem)into his lungs. As he blew out the smoke from his mouth he picked up his bow staff in its case and slung it over his shoulder getting up and leaving his table and heading off into the night.

In another bar in steel city...

Moody grudge music went stale in the thickly smoked air of a down town bar. Men sat drowning their sorrows around on small stools around a stage.

Her breath caught in her throat as a young red head stood behind the curtain wishing she didn't have to go out on to the stage.The steady beat of the heavy bass rang in her ears, matching the thumping of her own heartbeat. It was so natural that she didn't even realize that she had come to match her breathing.

The young girl shook her head and tugged on her black tight leather skirt and fiddle with the straps of her black bikini top before then stepping out from behind the curtain before a room filled full of lustful eyes...

o.o cliffy-ish...nah not really away this was a long chapter so i better get a review...come on people reviews let me know that am doing something right..or wrong.. but all the same it makes me update

so lets do a deal readers if i get 10 reviews ill update right away considering ive already written chapter 6.