Another drabble, obviously. Kind of a oneshot, but whatev.
Summary: What if... What if that Beast was never tamed? If it were, would they have still wasted hours upon hours, wondering where he was, slowly beginning to miss even his jokes, however corny? Would they have still been the Titans five?
"It doesn't have to go down like this," Cyborg said sternly, pointing the sonic cannon at his face.
The Beast figured he had two options. The first was to comply and slowly retreat into dormancy until Beast Boy got angry enough again to release him, which, due to the effect of the chemicals wouldn't be too long a wait, or to fight.
But the Beast wasn't a very patient being; no, he had wasted all his patience away in those years where Beast Boy was happy with his life. Of course, he was only inches from breaking the surface when Terra had betrayed them, but once again, that damned conscious discouraged Beast Boy from releasing him and instead, tried to help Terra. And look where that landed her: dead!
He unknowingly let out an angry sigh.
He thought of the other option, and this one satisfied him much more: resist the incessant scolding and preaching from that stupid conscious. In his mind, the word echoed with an annoying whine.
A devious smirk tugged at the Beast's lips, causing Cyborg to take a step back. The Beast pressed forward, a low growl emitting from his throat. He reverted to all fours, but his pupil-less eyes never left Cyborg; particularly his left leg. That was where he would strike first.
He jumped, swiping off the calf with a single swish of his paw. It was too easy; the Beast saw it as immature, and yet he craved more. All those years of teasing, of beating him at video games, of calling him little grass stain… Well, he wasn't so little anymore was he, Cyborg?
Swipe!
The other calf lay on the ground next to the now-sitting Cyborg. "BB c'mon man, stop! I know that ain't you inside that big o'l hunk of green!"
You're right about one thing, Cyborg. It isn't Beast Boy.
He decided he'd leave Cyborg with one arm; after all, they had been best friends, by Beast Boy's standards. But, just to be safe, he made sure to disable the sonic cannon before jumping out of the sewer and into the cold, dark night.
That was the last the Teen Titans ever saw of their green changeling jokester.
Of course, the Beast wanted one last thing; one thing to strike fear into their hearts and to claim him true alpha male. No one would ever question him again and soon both power of Beast and Boy would be in his control.
Hoooowwwwllllll…
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Four years later:
"And tonight's top stories feature a pile up on Main, a young girl missing, and, most interestingly, a look in on the world's most famous mercenary: Beast.
"Not much is known about the giant animal, although many scientists are beginning to believe that 'Beast' is indeed a werewolf, somebody who is believed to have both wolf and human DNA, able to change into a wolf-human hybrid during the full moon. Others find it preposterous to think of such a creature could actually exist, but so far, all evidence has been supporting the werewolf idea. Beast is known to only strike at night, most often on a full moon.
"Some even are beginning to believe that the four-year dead, Teen Titan Beast Boy is Beast. However, this idea was ruled out when the Titans confirmed that Beast had been the one to commit Beast Boy's murder. How strangely coincidental the supporters of the Beast Boy-Beast idea find that their names are so similar and that Beast has been identified as been green.
"As of now, the werewolf idea is the most popular, as Beast has been shown to the have the equivalence of a human brain."
The reporter re-stacked her papers one final time before pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose and finishing, "Whatever the were-animal is, it is highly advised not to go out late at night or during a full moon, particularly if you live in a city. This is Kim Tang, handing it off to George with the traffic report."
"…Thank you, Kim. Now, from up here we have an excellent view of the accident, in which three cars…"
A young, heavy-muscled and dark-skinned man flipped off the TV. He raised the Coke can to his lips and chugged, crushing it against his forehead once it was emptied. He stared at the window, smirking as the cloud began to move out of the way of the full moon.
The phone rang. "Hello?"
"Is tonight your night?"
"Look outside."
"Great. I've got another job for you…"
A pair of silver rings, engraved with a 'V' on one and an 'S' on the other, rested on the kitchen counter. They shined in the moonlight, now fully revealed. They hadn't quite been modified for him, but then again he'd been in such a hurry to get in and out, he hadn't quite cared then. He didn't care now.
The man who was interested in finding someone to do a 'job' lip'stwisted into a cruel smile as he heard a threatening growl coming from other line in response.
Holy crap. I'm sorry. I suck at writing angst. Suck suck suck.
If you're wondering, BB stole Cy's holo-rings, but of course, they modified him to look like the old Cyborg, Victor Stone. But he couldn't go back to ask Cy to adjust them to his body nor could he do it himself.
So yeah. There you have it. The next one is about a phsycotic Raven who never met the titans. (ok, I like angst. Shoot me. Even if I do suck at it.)
