Disclaimer: I do not own DC comics nor do I have anything to do with them.
Note: I hope this chapter turns out good, this was another character I'm not too familiar with, but I tried to do my homework! I'm afraid this chapter may not turn out very good, and I'm insecure about this one :/ So try to enjoy.
P.S.I figured you have already guessed who the villainess is, so I've finally called her by her real name.
Chapter 5: Never Enough
"Phobia, report."
Sighing irritably, she answered their call, "Two Titans are subdued, and three left to go."
"Very well. Be certain that there are no mistakes, follow the plan."
She rolled her eyes as the deep voice crackled through her ear-piece, "Relax, I've got everything under control. The plan will be carried out as you instructed."
"Good. You may proceed." The connection died out and gave one last sizzle before it completely broke off.
She growled, annoyed, and crossed her arms, a disappointing frown displayed on her face. She had wanted to remain in the Raven girl's mind for longer. It was so twisted and evil, she could not help but to want more from the girl's fear. Perhaps she could revisit her mind and entertain herself more later.
Shrugging the thought away from her mind, she turned to the remaining three Titans.
Her eyes were automatically drawn to a boy who lay in the center of them all, who was sprawled on his back, his masked eyes shut tight as he was trapped inside the dream world.
Phobia gasped in amazement and her eyes grew wide as a child's would when they spotted a shiny new toy. Bending down to the boy, she watched his blank face as he slept.
His mind was so amazing, so captivating, so...wonderfully twisted. She craved to dig herself deeper into his thoughts, to feed off the fear that would consume him under her touch. She wanted to search every dark corner of his mind, and unleash all of the brilliant terrors that lurked within him.
A shudder of pleasure passed through her body as she thought of it.
The whites of her eyes turned black, preparing to enter his mind.
She was so close to his thoughts she could almost taste it...
Her eyes snapped open suddenly, and she withdrew herself from the leader of the Titans. Restraining herself, she suppressed her desire for the boy's mind. She reminded herself that she didn't want to spoil the best part of her job, to save the best for last. She would get to him...but not just yet. She would wait.
Reaching out to him, she ran her fingers softly through his spiked ivory hair, a wicked smile curling onto her lips as she felt his unresponsive scalp under her fingertips.
"I'll save you for last my sweet, sweet boy." She whispered to him almost lovingly.
Phobia rose to her feet, still smiling down at the boy as she did. She sighed dreamily as she watched him sleep, and finally tore her eyes away from him. She turned almost regrettably to the remaining two team members; a green-skinned boy and a pretty girl.
"Hum, tough choice."She chuckled smartly, a smirk on her face as she examined the two, "let's do this shall we? Eni Meeni Mini Mo, catch a Titan by the toe, if they holler never let them go," her finger bounced almost joyously between the two as she sung, "my mother told me to pick the very best one and you...are...it!"
Her finger hovered over the green-skinned changeling. She raised her eye-brows curiously at the strange boy. He was slumped on his side, a small drip of drool leaking from the corner of his open mouth. A snore shook through the boy, causing his entire body to shake violently.
Phobia crinkled her face in disgust as she walked over to the green team member, watching him skeptically. She nudged him with a black boot, shoving it against his shoulder. The boy snorted and turned over, grasping her boot and pulling it closer to him as if it were a blanket.
She squealed in surprise and yanked her foot out of reach, and he turned over to his other side, more drool oozing out of his mouth as he continued to snore silently.
"Ughh," she walked around his laying form, her eyes looking over him with distaste.
"Well, this should be interesting."
Beast Boy's eyes blinked open, and immediately felt the pain pounding through him. His entire body ached, his muscles were extremely sore. Changing into a small green-furred cat, he began to stretch out his body, trying to rid himself of the aches.
It was then he felt the hard, splintered planks under his padded paws. His pointed cat ears twitched as they picked up the soft, steady lapping of water against an unseen object. He turned his small head to the source of the noise, and saw dark water splashing up against a white floating dock.
Quickly transforming back into human form, he crouched down on the planks of wood above the water.
"Whoa, dude...where am I?" he asked as he watched the dark water.
He stood up, taking in the scenery around him. Grey surrounded him as wisps of fog swirled around him. The fog made it impossible to see a few yards in front of him, and instead it looked as if grey walls isolated air itself was cold and dreary-grey. Every breath he drew in stung his lungs and nose from the fresh, crisp air. The mist hovered over a vast, glassy body of water, Beast Boy was not able to see if it was a lake or an ocean.
He took one step forward, and the wood ground beneath him swayed awkwardly under his weight. He took more steps backward to try and steady himself, and it reacted by moving more violently under his feet. He squealed in surprise as he tried to find an equal ground. When the ground finally steadied, he looked down and around the area he was stepping on. He finally realized where he was.
He was on a dock, floating on the smooth water of the lake.
An eerie sensation shivered up his back, making the hairs on his skin rise in reaction. He felt as if something was crawling under his skin, something he couldn't quite pinpoint. All he knew was that something was wrong; very wrong.
Suddenly, a drone of an engine was heard amidst the opaque fog, and Beast Boy automatically turn his head to it. The noise gradually grew louder and louder, coming closer and closer to him. The drone quickly turned into a roar of an engine, and he squinted his eyes to try and see through the thick mist that blocked his vision.
Then, a faint dark grey silhouette appeared amongst the vague gloom. Beast Boy recognised it the figure of a boat. As the boat engine's rumbled louder, it drew nearer to the dock, slowing down in preparation to park. The boat's figure became somewhat clearer, and he could now see two distinct figures that were standing inside the boat which was now gliding across the unseen water.
Fear suddenly donned in his thoughts and the icy cold claws of dread gripped his heart.
He knew what was happening.
Abruptly, another roar of an engine erupted into the air, blasting the motor loud enough to cause an echo in the fog. It was a second boat. By the sound of the motor, Beast boy knew that the other boat was coming in, fast. He whirled his head around in panic to see another figure of a boat appearing in the grey mist, aiming itself strait for the other boat.
Beast Boy froze as he saw the two boats heading for a collision course. His blood turned to ice, and he was rooted to the spot, unable to move. His eyes grew wide with fear, and his thoughts ran wild as he watched the inevitable.
The motor of the second boat screamed in fury as it was only inches away from colliding with the first boat. he could see his parents in the first boat, reaching out to him, their lips moving furiously, but their voices drowned out by the screech of the other boat. he could see their faces...desperate pleading, wanting him to save them from what was about to happen.
"NOOO!" Beast Boy screamed in terror just before the moment of impact.
The boats crashed together, and he could hear the wood and plastic tearing, and the engines shrieking terribly against each other. He had to close his eyes, not strong enough to see what had become of the boats, tears pouring from his closed eye-lids.
But all he could see were their faces; desperate for him to save them, their eyes pleading for his rescue. He saw their arms outstretched to him, just hoping that he would somehow be able to carry them away to safety with the powers he possessed, to powers he could have used to save their lives.
He dropped down to his knees, feeling weak under his own body. Salty tears flowed from his shut eyes, soaking his entire face in the sorrow that he felt. His sobs grew harder and soon it became hard for him to breathe as he continued to see the moment before his parent's death in his mind's eye.
Why couldn't he save them? Why didn't he save them? What kind of a son was he to just watch his own parents die before his eyes and not doanything about it? Why didn't he use his powers to rescue them? Why did he have to freeze in the moment when they needed him most?
Why was he so useless?
"Garfield." A deep voice called his name.
He whipped around to see Mento standing behind him, a loathing expression on his face as he looked down on him.
"Me-Mento?" Beast Boy sniffed as he automatically wiped his tear-streaked eyes with his hand. He stood upright to face his father-figure, biting his lip in hope to stop the tears from flowing, "m-my p-parents, Mento, they-"
"Why didn't you save them Garfield?" he asked, a dissaproving voice in his tone.
Beast Boy hung his head in shame as another wave of sadness washed over him, "I-"
"No excuses!" Mento yelled at him, "You never do anything good with your powers, you always do end up making everything worse! Why can't you do anything right?!" Mento looked down on him, a disgusted expression on his face.
Beast Boy winced under his tone, his eyes blurring up with tears that he tried to hold back.
"Everything was your fault. That's why you can't be a solo hero, why you can't be a member of the Doom Patrol, and why you couldn't save your own family!"
The tears burst out silently as he stood under Mento's glare, trying to suppress his extreme grief in front of him.
"How could I ever call you my son, if you can't do anything right?"
Mento's words stabbed Beast Boy's heart, and it felt as though his heart had completely broken in two. The pain finally overwhelmed him, consuming his entire being as he fell again under the agony that terrorized his soul. He was the cause of everything, he was to blame for all the harm done to himself and the ones he loved.
Nothing he did was ever enough. He wasn't strong enough to save his parents, and too useless to be Mento's son. He was worthless, his powers only made everything worse, he could do nothing right, and he was to blame for everything.
"It's all my fault..."
Note: Hope you enjoyed it! If you could tell, I don't really know that much history about or little green friend here, and it was most difficult trying to dig up some of his past before the Doom Patrol or the Teen Titans. But this is what I got:
In the comics, it is mentioned that Beast Boy's real parents were big-time archaeologists, and were killed in a boating 'accident' while trying to get an artifact that was in a lake somewhere. The accident was no accident, and ended up to be that competing archaeologists that wanted the same piece for the money, killed off his parents and made it look like an accident, and later the bad archaeologists kidnapped him and made him use his powers to their advantage(poor Beast Boy!) And ever since, Beast Boy has felt that he could have saved them with his powers, and holds a grudge against himself for being so useless.
In my fanfic,I decided to use the DC comic storyline(since it was the only one I could find) and tie it into Beast Boy's experiences and fears with Mento from the Doom Patrol, which I think fit quite nicely actually.
