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Ch.3 Death Threats

Beast Boy licked his chops together thirstily before turning in his bed, feeling thirst get the better of him he sat up with a sigh. The bed he was on was surprisingly comfortable but the room to which he was staying in was considerably cramped, so small that it didn't even have a bathroom. But Beast Boy figured as much, with so many passengers on one boat it was no surprise that private quarters came in small sizes. Beast Boy sat up and slipped a violet robe over his body, he walked over to the door and referred to a small map of the ship on it.

Nodding his head several times he slid the door open and walked out onto the hard wooden floor. Beast Boy cautiously tiptoed across the rooms of his friends. Taking special care not to wake them. He turned several small corridors before stopping in front of the ships bathroom. Beast Boy slid the door open and poked his head inside,

"Hello? Is anyone here?" He whispered in the gloom.

When no answer came he slipped inside and his hand searched for a light switch, his index finger prodded something hard, without stopping Beast Boy flicked his wrist and the lights turned on. He spotted several sinks near him and turned ones knob. Crystal clear water gushed out and Beast Boy thrust his hand into the sparkling liquid. Hands cupped he splashed some on his face, before taking several sips.

Content he turned the knob counterclockwise and the water ceased to flow. Beast Boy whipped his face with his hand and turned to leave. The lights went out suddenly and Beast Boy went wide-eyed with fright. A door creaked shut and Beast Boy realized that he was in the dark, and someone was in there with him.

"Hello?" He stammered, "I-is anybody here?"

Beast Boy placed his hand out in front of him and felt around blindly, "If this is some kind of a joke it isn't funny!" He growled.

"No joke boy." A voice hissed.

A hulking mass threw itself on top of Beast Boy, before he could scream powerful hands clamped his mouth shut, while something hit stomach so hard he almost lost consciousness. Whoever was on him had to weigh at least four hundred pounds, his sheer bulk was choking the life out of his body while his hands secured themselves around his windpipe. One of the hands lifted itself off of Beast Boy and crashed down on his jaw, Beast Boy already too weak too fight could do little but groan painfully.

Beast Boy finally turned his head and stared up at his attacker, he couldn't make out a face. But his attackers breath stank of whiskey, his body smelt of sweat and cheap cologne. Beast Boy turned his head when a red light flashed into his eyes,

"What is that?" He asked himself.

Only when his assailant turned his head sideway did Beast Boy's eyes grow wide with fright. That was no flashlight, one of his attacker's eyes was glowing bright red! Beast Boy felt the hands iron grip tighten again.

"Taking a gander at my eye?" His attacker chuckled, "Well take a good look for it will be the last thing you see!"

Beast Boy's world was turning black and he was gagging for air, his lungs felt like they were going to explode in his chest. Cold sweat beat down from his face,

"No it can't end this way!" Beast Boy protested silently, "Please God! Help me!"

God must have answered for the thug on Beast Boy let out a startled gasp and was flung backwards, cool air flooded Beast Boy's face and he coughed. Beast Boy heard his attacker land with a heavy crash against the wall, strangely Beast Boy heard footprints in the room with him. The thug let out a curse and roared, the sound of flesh tearing, bones snapping, and harsh cries filled Beast Boy's ears.

Finding the strength within Beast Boy shot up just in time to nail his attacker with a blow in stomach, the thug let out a wheezing gasp before a powerful unseen blow sent him against the wall; the plaster fell inward as it collapsed. The thug let out a groan of defeat and sank into a painful slumber. Beast Boy quietly knelt by him; he was British-maybe Australian with a rough goatee and greasy face. His body was stocky, well muscled, ragged and dirty clothes clung to his broken figure, but the thing that caught Beast Boy's attention was the cybernetic implanted right on his face.

The man's face was bruised, his torso looked like it had collapsed inward, Beast Boy realized that his ribs had been crushed, and intestines also. He may very well be internally bleeding, but it was the wounds Beast Boy was concerned with, steps fell lightly behind Beast Boy and he slowly turned his head towards the noise. When he saw what was before him he gasped, leaning up against the wall behind him was a ninja warrior. The ninja was dressed in a black and yellow vest and armor, strange Asian symbols decorated them, Beast Boy couldn't tell what country they came from.

A hood covered the ninjas face, but not his eyes, without pupils or any eye color; they glared down at him (for those who haven't figured it out yet, yes this is Scorpion and the guy on the floor is Kano).

Beast Boy whispered, "Did you do this?" he pointed to the broken being on the floor.

The ninja's

The ninjas stance didn't change, he merely began moving his fingers up and down on his arm. Clearly in annoyance.

"My names Beast Boy," Beast Boy continued on, "Thank you for what you did for me, that man would have killed me. Are you a competing in the tournament?"

"Tournament?" The ninja repeated, Beast Boy shivered his voice was spectral, like something from another world.

"You must have no clue as to where you are going."

"Where are we going, do you know something I don't?" Beast Boy continued.

"You and your friends." The ninja went on.

"What about me and my friends?" Beast Boy asked.

"You're all going to die." The ninja hissed.