And here we have part 5. I should warn you, it has obligatory plot twists that by this point arent much of a twist (did I just give too much away?) so if you cant stomach this, then don't read. I decided to stick kind of close to the formula here, but don't worry, what I have planned for my next stories are fully my own creation (I hope what I'm doing hasn't been done yet!). This whole story sort of sets the stage for the next ones I have in the works.
He still hadn't told her she was a Titan again. He wanted it to be special; she deserved that much after all she went through. Once she had felt better she told him about the dream, huddling close to him when the images became too real. He told her about what he had said, blushing when she recounted how she had heard him. In a word, they were inseparable. She had been moved from the infirmary to her room and had been recovering there for the last day. When he wasn't with her he was making tracks in his room from pacing back and forth, thinking of ways to tell her. Giving her a surprise party was out, they did that the last time. Or did that really count he wondered, since she hadn't exactly been…forget it. What about putting the communicator in the heart shaped box he made her? Or a pie, she likes pies and she will like being a Titan so that should work right? Crap. This was giving him a headache.
Maybe he should get her a phone, and call her on it. Then he would say "can you hear me now" and when she says no he would say "well then use this next time" and give her the communicator. He marked that down as a possible.
He could take her to the carniv…wait, he knocked down half of it and it didn't exactly bring to mind good times. This was really giving him a headache, and the way he went around smacking himself in the head for every bad idea he got, which had been almost all of them, didn't help.
What if he wrote her a poem?
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I had the flu
And you're a Titan too!
*Wham*
That smack really hurt.
He couldn't just tell her could he?
"Terra?"
"Yeah B.B?"
"You're a Titan." It took a minute to sink in, but before he knew it she had jumped up and hugged him.
After giving him a peck on the cheek and watching him turn another shade of color, she said to him:
"Well aren't you the creative one."
"It was either that or pie…" he replied with a sheepish grin.
"Pie? You really do know how to take it to the next level, don't you?" She said with a grin. She had started moving around earlier that day, much to everyone's surprise. She had taken such a beating from the tests and then her mind's reaction to it that nobody had expected her to be up for at least two weeks. She had only been down four days.
He had tried to convince her to stay put, but she insisted on roaming around the tower. Eventually he gave in and they walked around together, hands clasped together and her head rested on his shoulder. More often than not they would find themselves on the roof, just watching the clouds go by. It didn't exactly scream fun to Beast Boy, but if Terra enjoyed it then he would try to too.
Eventually she decided that the tower was too small, and she was ready to go outside again.
"What?" Beast Boy said, his face incredulous.
"I said lets go out."
"Where, are you even feeling good enough to go out there?"
"Sure, it'll take more than some tests and bad dreams to keep this girl down." She said, thumping her chest.
"Oww" the moan comes with pained amusement.
"Where did you even want to go?"
"I dunno, just get something to eat I guess. Some fresh air never hurt either. So are you coming or not?" She replied over her shoulder, walking towards the door.
He tried to think of an argument, but when he turned around she was already headed out the door.
"Hey, wait for me." He sputtered, running after her.
"So what did you feed him again?" Cyborg asks, eyeing the twitching form of Beast Boy cautiously.
"Umm…heh…a triple stuffed nacho Grande rocky road burrito supreme with lava sauce mixed with orange soda backed in oil with a lemon. It was a joke; I didn't think he would really eat it." She said innocently, rubbing the back of her neck.
"You really don't know this green dude very well do you?"
"I thought even he had his limits."
"He does, he just doesn't know them yet. But I think he just found one." He said, walking out of Beast Boy's room.
"Beast Boy?" Terra said, approaching the bed where he was seemingly unconscious.
"Beast Boy?" Only a slight gurgle came back as an answer.
"Can I get you anything?" She asked, leaning in towards him.
"Get out." He whispered.
"What?"
"Get out."
Slowly the mask of stubbornness slips over her face.
"It's not my fault you actually ate that. No rational person would ever eat something like that."
From down the hall she heard Cyborg shout out "You really don't know that green dude, do you?"
"Get out, now." He said with a bit more enthusiasm.
"Why?" She said, staring at him as he started to convulse again.
"ooooooooooh" he moaned, as a gurgling sound emitted from his bowels.
"What happened? B.B, are you oka-ah, what's that smell!?" She yelped, stumbling back as if she was hit.
"I'll be back in the morning, try not to die." She said as she ran for the door, covering her mouth and nose.
"I tried to warn you." He called out, before returning to his moaning.
A knocking on his door woke him up. Looking around, he noticed the sun was already high up in the sky, and half the day was gone. His stomach felt like it was on fire. Painfully he dragged himself to his feet and began hobbling towards the door. As soon as he opened it a brown paper bag was thrust into his face.
"What's this?" He said, grabbing the bag from Terra's hand.
"A…get well soon gift. I guess." She said as he pulled the object out of the bag. He read the label: Pepto Bismal…relieves nausea, heartburn, indigestion, upset stomach and diarrhea.
"Yeah, sorry about that, I didn't know you would eat the thing. In one bite." She continued "But I had a great time...well at least until you started, ya'know, crapping yourself."
She was about to continue when a piercing wail rang out. The alarm had gone off; something bad was happening that warranted their attention. Suddenly Robin was silhouetted in the doorway.
"There's a riot going on in the prison, the inmates got out of their cells and are trying to get into the warden's office. We have to stop them; the power switch that keeps the high priority inmates is located there."
He pointed at Beast Boy, "You stay here. I don't need you getting in worse shape than you already are." He then looked at Terra, "Are you up to it?" He asked her.
Her eyes went wide.
"You mean it?"
"We need everyone we can get, and you are a Titan again." She nodded, and dashed out after Robin, leaving Beast Boy alone and in pain. Dejected, he made his way back to bed and fell asleep despite the pain in his stomach.
The prison was in an uproar. No one knew who started the riot; they only knew that it had spiraled dangerously out of control. Small fights and even larger mobs formed and happened almost every day, but this was something different. This was organized, driven. The target was clear; the mass of screaming prisoners was headed for the warden's office. Dozens fell to the floor, felled by the security officer's batons or pepper-spray, but for each that went down two more filled his place.
The base charges were activated. Wrapped around pillars, they began to tick down to oblivion.
10: "Titans go!" Robin yelled, as they leaped into the chaos.
9: A security officer was thrown to the ground, and nearly lost his face to the crushing boot of an imamate.
8: The prison's transfer corridor was wreathed in smoke; the only door that remained closed was one labeled "Enhanced Solitary Confinement" in big black letters.
7: The Titans were immersed in the melee, trying to stem the tide.
6: The guards rallied, and began to push back.
5: A very worried warden wiped his brow, surveying the bedlam below.
4: The band of prisoners still standing surged forwards yet again, crashing into the guards and Titans.
3: With only a dozen or so of the inmates remaining upright they backed up, unsure of what to do now.
2: The guards moved forward, intent on quelling the riot once and for all.
1: Silence suffocated the prison, and the warden let out a long breath he didn't realize he had been holding.
0: Fire erupted around the generator site, drenching the prison in darkness. A slow roar echoed from the last door, which now hung open ominously.
Beast Boy's communicator activated, waking him up again. He groped around for it, muttering constantly. He hated begin left out. He knew why Robin did it, so he couldn't be mad at him, but he was still mad. His hand closed around the yellow object, and he brought it up to eye level.
"Beast Boy, we need your help, come to the abandoned industrial area in sector 7. Hurry!" Robin's choppy voice said, the sounds of fighting ringing in the background. Hurriedly he pushed himself up, and probed his stomach with his finger for any sign of resistance. It was quiet, for now.
"Beast Boy to Robin, I'm on my way."
The fight had long since broken out of the prison. With a roar, the few inmates who had been kept in the contained area had charged and broken out of the prison compound. Most had been taken down, but one still fought them. With a bellow Cinderblock charged, throwing aside Cyborg and Starfire in his attack. They had chased Cinderblock into the city park, and they were intent on not letting him leave. But everything they threw at him he somehow shrugged off, and continued fighting.
"There has to be a way to bring this guy down!" Cyborg yelled, scrambling back to his feet.
"I think I have an idea, keep him busy." Terra said, and began channeling her powers. It felt good to be a hero again, and again she kicked herself for ever leaving. To think that she had worked with people like this monster was appalling. She closed her eyes and felt her power leap out of her hands. She could manipulate any kind of earth, and seeing as how this giant thing was made of stone, it might just be possible to…yes! With a crash of noise, she brought the leviathan to it's knees, her golden energy surrounding its form. It let out a scream of frustration and tried to get up, but she wouldn't let it.
"Hurry guys, I can't keep him down forever!" She yelled; sweat beading on her head from the effort of keeping Cinderblock down. They quickly swarmed him, Robin tying him up while the others helped Terra keep him down. Soon it was over - they had won.
The industrial area was quiet when Beast Boy got there. He was surprised that the fighting from the prison had made it all the way out here. Sector 7 itself was on the outskirts of Jump-city, and the industrial park was on the outskirts of sector 7. Practically in the middle of nowhere, it was an odd place to have a fight, but his friends needed him so he went. As he flew in, he didn't notice anything - no signs of fighting and no sound either. He started searching, but found nothing. His communicator wouldn't work very well either, but whether it was because he was too far out of range or something was blocking it he didn't know.
"Beast Boy to Robin, come in. Where are you guys?" He spoke into the communicator.
"Beast Boy, we're in warehouse 2, get here as fast as you can." Came Robin's reply. It was just as garbled as before, even though warehouse 2 was about a city block from where he was. He began running, and soon was at the entrance of warehouse 2. It was as quiet as everything else here; the only sound was the wind whistling through. Something didn't feel right, but it was Robin's voice and they needed him. He opened the door and stepped in.
Darkness swallowed him, and it took a minute for his eyes to adjust to the gloom. Dilapidated machinery surrounded him, but no sign of the other Titans. His sense of unease grew as he continued into the ruined warehouse. There was nothing here, no Titans and no enemies. He felt fear creep into him as he heard something scrape past metal behind him.
"Who's there!?" He shouted, wheeling around. Nothing, just the wind he thought to himself. There was a slight pffft sound and he stiffened. He felt the dart sink into his skin and release its toxins into his bloodstream. As he fell, his world spinning, he could see a shadow detach itself from the surrounding darkness and start towards him. A booted foot rolled him onto his back, and he was starting into the "face" of a person he had come to hate.
"Hello Beast Boy. I must thank you for your prompt response to my summons. I have great plans for you, and by extension the city." Spoke a deadpan voice from behind a mask.
Warned you. So, I'm sure nobody saw that coming. As I said a few sections ago, this is the first creative thing I've written since middle school (so think years), and I'm more or less just stretching my literary fingers and getting back in the game. This story is just a refresher on how I'm supposed to write, and I'm trying to find a style that suits me. But have no fear dear reader, what's coming after this story (not section, I'm not finished with this story yet) is original, and should be much more interesting.
As always rate and review, and figure the next installment will be up around this time next week.
