Author's Notations: Well fucking well, I'm back. And I'm sure no one fucking cares. Or at least they will pretend to. HA! Not sure why I felt the need to make Beast Boy a serial...whatever he seems to be, but meh, it's here. I don't think it's as good as Slade or Terra's peice, but it is what it is. We (in this sense meaning you and I, as writers and readers) feel the need to understand our characterization of our favorite shows. Real, cartoons, reality, etc. It doesn't really matter. My (albeit greater than most, smaller than the best) understanding of Teen Titans is almost sick. Sick as in fucked up. All of these POV's have been, and will continue to be, what if's. Or more like, if they were real, if all this was real, then they would, could and should act like this. Slade is supremely obsessed. Robin is the same. Terra is a drama queen. Raven just wants to be loved; if only in a friendly manner. Star is the bubbly cheerleader; Cy the jock. Yeah, you say, and we all knew that. A good fucking job, Sherlock Holmes. Sometimes the obvious needs to be said. HOWEVER, everyone has a darker side. Everyone has lust. Everyone is an animal somewhere. These are my takes (as that should have been obvious)on what each Titan, and enemy, has possibly run through their head. Some of these will be longer, like my Rob/Ter. Others short, like a glimpse. The Cy piece and this one, are best examples. I plan on writing, however slowly, each major (being a relative term, I won't consider season five. Or what was supposed to be season five. Nor would I consider Titans Junior Aqualad, et al for these.) character. When you see a 'complete' for these, it means that. I'm done. So whoever ends up being last, so be it.
Hungry; Like the Wolf.
So, I don't understand everything. I sure as hell don't understand techno babble. And that's all Cy seem to be about these days. Generator this, wrench that. I can't really say I understand Robin either. Train this, obsess that, blah blah FUCKING blah. Here's what I do understand: the hunt. Ever since that dip in the ooze I almost revert back to a baser me. Or baser what I can be.
And I hunger. Hunger for more than tons of meat, hunger for more than their company. It's almost scary. I can smell their goings on. They can't hide it. So he 'took' her from me. So they fuck every night. It will just make the hunt better. The red head was first. She tasted good. In that way, I mean. But every night it's the same. New prey, old sensations. I needed something more. And that's where the pink one came into the picture. Her blood tasted good. Her tears, better. That fear, sensing that. RARGH! I'm getting . . . excited . . . thinking about it. A cacophony . . . surprise I know what that means . . . befitting of her kind. Her whole team won't even look at me, much less fight me now. Anything to hide.
Hide this pain. This sense of loss. My pack-mate, my alpha took my only happiness. So I hunt.
Be still purple one, this will only hurt a lifetime . . .
And their screams were heard throughout the city.
