Beastboy/Starfire...

Yeah... the last chapter, wasn't my cheery shtuff I typically do, as I told you. You may wonder why I had Cyborg die. Well, that's because Cyborg's the only Titan whose badass enough to die heroically. This, while it is semi-sad, isn't the depressing type of chapter like Cyborg Bumblebee. And Nightlark, you pulled the same thing with Beastboy, so don't talk about BB being OOC. He's older and a bit more has happened. He is therefore, more cynical and his characterization fits. Anyways, tis time to start...

Roll it!

(blip) 6 Minion?

(blip) 5 Y-yes?

(blip) 4 What did I tell-

(blip) 3 you about this?

(blip) 2 Ummm...

(blip) 1 Don't do it?

(blip) 0 Very good! (blasting sound)

Rundown Apartment, Steel City...

A young man sighed, depressed. He walked around a bit, before turning on the TV.

"With the recent disbanding of the Teen Titans, Titans East has become the new protectors of both Steel City and Jump City. Only time will tell how this will work out," a reporter said.

This only depressed the man more, it seemed. He turned off the TV and layed down on the worn-out sofa.

The man then slipped off the ring and changed. His caucasian skin turned into green fur. His blue eyes turned into a jungle green, though they had lost their glow they once had. He didn't have the Doom Patrol outfit from his earlier days... in its stead he wore casual clothes.

Beastboy was dead. When the Titans disbanded, he was killed. Garfield Logan was brought back to life, if only barely.

Gar had been just as dead as Beastboy was now. He'd had an excellent life. Then a green monkey bit him and gave him a deadly virus that only animals were immune to. His father, Mark Logan, developed some antidote and administered it to him. His skin turned green, and they could handle that. Not so simple. A black mamba attacked Gar's mother, and he came out as a mongoose to fight it off.

Life went well enough, until they went rafting. He had to watch as they tumbled over, screaming. That's why he was such a goof. Garfield Logan died, and Beastboy wore more of a mask than Robin ever could have.

So, Beastboy was born. But, without the team, he was dead... No... he realized it wasn't the team. It was one member who absence that killed Beastboy. Starfire.

Beastboy was dead. Garfield could hardly be classified as alive. All he wanted was to be brought to true life. To be woken up. To be saved from the dark, the nothing he'd become.

He walked into the kitchen and a shuffle of drawers ensued. The Walking Dead Man sat on the couch with the object he had picked up. A small knife. He considered he was already dead, emotionally. He tapped his arms with the knife, frustrated.

His heart had been torn out too many times. His parents' deaths, the death of the chief who raised him, Terra, now, the whole team. It was too much.

But then he thought of one person who never did anything to him. Starfire. He hadn't seen Koriand'r ever since the day the Teen Titans split. It had been a sad day. Kori went to tears, due to her emotional nature. It was funny. She and he were often happy, cheerful, and bubbly. Now, he had nothing inside. He was dead inside. Lately, he wished to be dead throughout.

But he couldn't. Not until he told Kori how he felt. He had begun loving her since the incident where he slammed Kori with motor oil. He felt a special bond with her, deeper than anything he had ever felt.

He decided to take a walk. Or a flight.

The owner had gotten used to reports of a green bird flying in and out of the area, so there was no problem there. He took off.

Gargarin Cathedral...

Niko Gargarin, a count from the older days, was a sick sick man. He created a large, gunmetal building, with many a Gargouille and Gargoyle on it. Originally, he would kill masses of enemies, stick the head on a pole outside, and dump the blood out, when it accumulated enough to seem like a blood rain. Which tended to be once a year. It would come gushing out of the mouths of the various creatures.

When his son, Mino Gargarin, took over the family with the death of his father, removed many of the more demonic statues and all of the heads and poles. He cleaned out the inside and filled it with angelic statues and such. He was quite the opposite of his father. Many called him Seraphim, considering how holy and dedicated to God he was. Especially in comparison to his demonic father.

It was on top of this cathedral the Walking Dead Man now stood. The wind was highest right at this point. He often thought up here, oddly. Typically, his thoughts were dark, considering his slump and the aura the top of the cathedral gave out. The Walking Dead Man then stood at the edge and several rocks skidded away.

The wind blew forcefully, helping him think.

Kori will never come here...

I waste my time thinking of her...

I should move on...

What can I do...

I'm just an idiot without emotion...

I serve no purpose...

I have no purpose...

I need to live not...

I should jump...

I love you Kori...

Garfield leapt about five feet in the air, hung for two seconds, then dropped.

By some twist, a young woman was passing by. She had unnaturally green eyes. The woman looked up to see the falling changeling and screamed. All of a sudden, she was orange with flaming red hair as she shot up into the air.

She grabbed Garfield. He protested, then he saw who it was.

"Kori? No... you can't be here...!"

"Beastboy? Why were you trying to-"

"Let me fall Kori. I serve no purpose in this life. I may as well start a different one."

"No, Gar! You musn't think like that!"

"Let me go!"

"No, I won't!"

"Do you know why I'm jumping, Kori?"

"No. And I doubt there's a good reason for it."

"Because I'm dead inside. And you could never love anyone like me, anyways."

The shock from that last statement caused Kori's grip weaken. This allowed Gar to leap out of he grip and continue his plummet to the stone of Steel City. He fell faster and faster. Then Kori shouted something he would always remember.

"I do love you!"

Gar turned around in midair, surprised, then his scream pierced the air as he felt a horrible pain run through his shoulder and he saw something fly up. His left arm. He was in too much pain to even think, let alone transform. One of the gargoyles had another meal.

Koriand'r shot down to catch him, eyes blazing.

The last thing Gar saw was green and orange, then everything was black.

Steel City General...

The faint beep of a heart monitor was heard. Gar opened his eyes to see blurry images. He did make out something orange and purple, though. The orange and purple was moving about in a hurried fashion.

His vision cleared, he shook his head, and groaned.

"Garfield!" Starfire shouted.

"Kori," Garfield asked, "where am I?"

Kori's eyes watered. And Garfield noticed all the white and the heart monitor.

"The hospital? Why?" Garfield asked.

"Your suicide failure... you almost died," Kori asked.

"It was the plan," Garfield said.

"I didn't want you to die!" Kori half-screamed.

"Why? Why does anyone care about the stupid green one-person freak show?" Gar asked.

"Because I love you," Kori said, loudly.

"Well?" Kori demanded.

"I'm so sorry, Kori. I'm so... sorry," Gar said, tears falling down his face.

"You're suicide attempt didn't do any severe injury. But... your arm..." Kori said.

Gar looked and his eyes widened. His left arm... completely gone. Just a small chunk of his shoulder.

"That's all the doctors could do. I'm sorry Garfield," Kori said, tears forming slowly.

"Don't worry, Kor. It was just an arm. You love me, and that's all I need to know."

Listen to your heart. Only misery will come otherwise...