Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in the Teen Titans show or comics.
FULL SUMMARY OF "LIFE WITH NO GREEN"
The Summary: Beast Boy is as normal as any fourteen-year-old with green skin and superpowers can be; and he's very happy with his as-normal-as-it-can-be life. He has some of the best friends he could have, his own room that's finally big enough for him, TONS of video games and root beer, and not to mention the possibility of a pretty gir—okay, never mind, just TONS of root beer. Oh, and plenty of tofu to top that off. His birthday is also on the way, and he can't wait to see his foster father again after like, what, two years?
Unfortunately, there are plans coming towards Beast Boy that aren't under his 'I WANT' list. In the middle of a seemingly average battle with an average criminal, Beast Boy's life is turned upside down . . . more specifically, his life is turned very normal. As in no green normal. As in bad normal, especially when he is ripped away from everything he has ever loved. But dealing with his loss is not the only thing Beast Boy has to deal with. Someone is on his tail, and wants that tail very badly; but why?
Rated for some language and violence in later chapters.
The Characters:
The Team- Robin, Cyborg, Starfire, Raven & Beast Boy
The High School Buddies- Kassie Malvern, Michael Lzuck, The Badboiz (garage band), & Garfield (Gar) Logan
The (Desperately Trying) Foster Parent- Steve Dayton
The Bad Guyz/Girlz- u honestly think i'm gonna tell you?
Anonymous Characters- whoever wasn't jus named that's in this story
NOW BUCKLE UP, CUZ HERE WE GO!
(CAUTION: This fanfic contains some behavior that is very depressing and the story can be very anguishy…I may seem nice and hyper now, but this fanfic IS NOT anywhere nice to Beast Boy, unfortunately…)
Today is a good day. Oh yes, a very good day.
Two girls in shapely tanks and jean shorts cooed over the green teenage boy cruising along in his bright red Mustang, two more girls sitting next to it and petting his messy hair. A gleaming white Moped, very much like the one used to defeat NewFu, tied into the truck. The boy looked thoroughly pleased with himself, a playful grin on his lips and slick sunglasses on his face. His Hawaiian-flowered shirt flapped against his sides as he nodded his head in time to the thumping of a distant stereo. Today is a good day.
One of the girls, who all strangely had blonde hair and blue eyes, opened her mouth to speak. She placed a finger under the boy's chin and whispered in his ear—
"Beep."
Huh? The girl looked at him again intensely, and the other three turned as well. They all opened their mouths at the same time.
"Beep."
They edged closer to the boy, their eyes suddenly turning a malicious yellow, and their hair stood straight out from their head. The boy gulped.
"Beep."
They grew closer . . .
"BEEP."
Now they reared up and brought their arms down to choke the life out of the boy, their hands cold and clammy . . .
"BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Beast Boy jerked awoke with a scream as a last and exaggerated "BEEP," sounded from the Teen Titan Communicator laying half covered in dirty bed sheets lying on the floor. He barely noted the flashing red light illuminating his room, instead staring at the communicator sleepily for a second before his exhausted brain pieced together that the communicator only beeped like that when another Teen Titan was trying to communicate with him. That's what communicators are for.
Beast boy suddenly jumped out of bed and leaped for the communicator, clutching it in his hands as he flipped it open. On the screen appeared a very frustrated-looking Robin, buildings flashing by in the back ground.
"Beast Boy! Get your butt down here!" he yelled over a faint explosion. Beast Boy cringed and yawned, "Right," while he looked at the location Robin was at: downtown. Beast Boy ran out of his room and jumped down the stairs, turning into a bird just in time to swoop through the automatic door and glide down the hallway until he was outside. He had overslept again. Beast Boy groaned inwardly as he thought about the lecture he was going to get from Robin, again. He made a mental note to start setting his alarm and setting it under his pillow. Not like that would help much, though, if he was able to sleep through the loud warning buzzard that went off every time the Teen Titans were needed in the city.
By the time Beast Boy arrived at the crime scene, a crestfallen and handcuffed heavyset man in his mid-thirties was being lead by the police to a car while an unconscious masked guy was being dragged to another. A nearby lamppost was shattered over the sidewalk, but besides that nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Robin and the rest of the Titans were standing by one of the policemen, Robin's mouth moving as he talked with the policeman. Cyborg was warily watching the crooks being lead away, Raven was busy staring into space and Starfire was scanning the sky. Probably looking for me, Beast Boy meditated. And she just found me. Starfire waved enthusiastically as she spotted the green bird of prey soaring towards them. Cyborg and Raven peered upward, Robin following suit as the policeman walked away. His face hardened. Great, now I get DOS lectures . . . Time to face the music.
He dived down toward his waiting friends with a screech, turning back into his normal green form just in time to flip down to the ground. Starfire immediately rushed forward, grabbing Beast Boy in a headlock (most likely meant to be a hug).
"Oh, yes, our friend is fine, friends! Are you not, Beast Boy?"
"I will be if you don't choke me to unfineness," Beast Boy gasped as she hugged him even more tightly than before. Robin saw the chance to attack him while he was pinned.
"You're lucky we were able to stop those guys, you know," Robin stated, circling around to where Beast Boy could see him properly. He crossed his arms. "It could have been a lot worse than just two jerks taking a party dare."
Beast Boy finally pulled himself free of Starfire's arms and stumbled slightly as he righted himself. "I know, I know—"
"No, I don't think you do know," Robin said, throwing up his arms. "That has been the sixth time this month, Beast Boy!"
"I can explain—"
"Can't wait for this excuse," Cyborg breathed out of the side of his mouth. Beast Boy glared at him.
"Really? What kept you this time, mind sharing?" Robin asked flatly.
"Beeping girls," Beast Boy muttered right as he realized that wasn't really an acceptable explanation. "But I—"
"What?" Cyborg and Robin exclaimed at the same time. Starfire giggled loudly, and Raven rolled her eyes.
"I promise it won't happen again," Beast Boy blurted. He wasn't as keen to explain now. "I swear."
Robin sighed exasperatedly. "And that's the sixth time this month you've said that." Beast Boy opened his mouth to protest, but Robin cut him off. "Let's just head home." With that, Robin turned on his heel as his cape whipped behind him, Starfire following closely. Raven glided slowly after, taking her time as she always did. Cyborg and Beast Boy started walking off together, striking up an argument about whose turn it was to play the video game they were currently interested in when they got back to the tower.
It was about ten or eleven in the morning on a beautiful early spring Saturday morning, an odd time to try to break in somewhere. But hey, 'stupid criminals' described the ones who just got caught, right? The city was beginning to wake, early shoppers already cruising around the shops that lined the streets, restaurants swinging their doors wide open for brunch specialties. More and more cars were pulling into the parking lot of a mall that the teenage group passed, traffic lights preparing for the Saturday late morning traffic jams. The sky was cloudless and a forget-me-not blue, a cool breeze promising another favorable spring day. Robin would probably make them run the outside obstacle course once or twice, but then the team would be free for the rest of the day. Police rarely needed their help with the occasional shoplifter at malls and what other criminals who would waste this carefree day on crime . . . well, besides the ones heading to the jail now? This would be the perfect Saturday, Beast Boy determined.
Beast Boy had no idea how wrong he could be.
"It's the Cyona, man."
"The Frytsal!"
"I'm telling you, it's definitely the Cyona."
"Dude, how stupid do you think I am? It's the Frystal!"
"Whatever; you're wrong."
"And you think you're not?"
Robin tried to ignore Cyborg and Beast Boy's bickering about the names of video game moves as best as he could, but it was pretty hard to do since they were screaming right behind him. He glanced at Starfire, who was walking next to him and smiled. She had a serene expression on her face, which was pointing towards the sky with her bright green eyes closed. As if sensing he was watching her, she opened one eye and peered back at him. She grinned and faced him. "It is for days like this I enjoy your planet; other than your people," she commented joyfully, her face glowing. Robin chuckled and glanced around to make sure everyone was behind him and Starfire. Beast Boy and Cyborg were still arguing, but the day was actually peaceful. Robin had always liked the spring season, bringing new beginnings and fresh colors everywhere.
It wasn't as if he couldn't enjoy it, either. Most of his projects on the villains the Teen Titans had been occupied with had halted. Robin's last encounter with the psychologically-triggered Slade had long since passed and his boxes full of that technology had been safely packed away. Aqualad, Bumblebee and the Titans East were still getting acquainted with the city they were posted at, finally out of Brother Blood's grasp for good, and had no alarming threats on any new criminals in the area. The normal annoyances such as Cinderblock and Mad Mod were locked up in the jailhouse, and with no promising escape events planned. All in all, it appeared as if the Titans would get a much deserved break in the upcoming week.
At the top of an apartment complex stories above the Teen Titans a lone figure watched the group walk leisurely back to their headquarters, waiting for the opportune moment to attack. It was hidden in the shadows, dressed in a black skin-tight suit with numerous gadgets attached to its waist on a utility belt and a black jetpack tied to its back. A black helmet, which suspiciously looked as if it belonged to a four-wheeler, disguised the face and kept all unwanted eyes from memorizing fatal details. It was impossible to tell whether or not the person was female or male, though it was lean enough to be considered too supple for a man but too bulky and muscular for a woman. To many it would appear to be some sort of spy; but that was not all it could do.
The built-in binoculars in the helmet showed every detail of the group of super heroes, from the screws in the half-machine one to the hairs on the arm of the Boy Wonder…those details were not of what the figure was particularly fond of, however. Instead it adjusted the binoculars with the touch of a finger so the street could be seen, as well as the streets blocks away. The figure quickly scanned the areas for police or security guards, though they would only be of minor irritation to the figure's mission. It fingered the metal ball clasped to its waist; the ball was only three inches in diameter, yet the figure knew it could do plenty of damage to the right people within a 300-mile circumference. The ball was harmless to its carrier, but if it managed to malfunction or break in its time of need, the figure knew the dreaded consequences that were available.
So it watched the Titans carefully, spotting its target immediately. The figure decided to wait until the team was at the busy intersection directly ahead. The cars and early-morning cursing at insane drivers would provide enough distraction so the figure could get its target where it wanted. And then...the figure grinned harshly under its helmet, jumping from its perch to the next building inhumanly fast and lithe.
…And then its master would be pleased.
"Dude! Why don't you just admit that you're wrong?" said Beast Boy, rolling his eyes. He hated being wrong, and Cyborg had just proved he was.
"Cuz I'm not, and you know it!" Cyborg retorted, his face smug. Beast Boy's forehead throbbed in frustration.
"Just shut up, both of you," Raven huffed, tired of the argument that had been carried on rather pointlessly for the last ten minutes. She was still hardly awake and still grumpy.
"Yeah, do you guys mind being quiet while we cross this street? We probably wouldn't hear an eighteen-wheeler headed straight towards us at the rate you're carrying on," Robin reprimanded as Starfire laughed at his joke. A pretty bad one, too, thought Beast Boy. He and Cyborg did shut up though, more from the glowering glint in Raven's eye than anything. Robin pushed the little button on the lampposts that were always there at crosswalks, starting up a conversation with Starfire while they waited for the 'DON'T WALK' to change to 'WALK'. Beast Boy gazed at them moodily for a second, then switched his gaze over to the downtown bakery across the street. His stomach rumbled right as he realized he hadn't had anything for breakfast. He turned to hopefully suggest a stop at the store when suddenly the hair on the back of his neck stood up on its ends, a sixth sense of caution jolting Beast Boy. He peered upward at the shadows above the store, his eyes searching…maybe I should start going to bed earlier, thought Beast Boy as he shrugged and turned back to his previous thoughts. Raven, however, had noticed him stiffen and now looked at him with a hint of concern in her eyes. The group started across the street as the sign finally changed on the other side, and she sidled up next to him in all the movement.
"Hey. Everything okay?"
Beast Boy jumped at the sound of Raven's voice in his ear, turning to face her. He stared at her for a minute, and then opened his mouth to respond and tell her it was nothing.
Unfortunately, he never got the chance.
TSSSSSIWTT! Beast Boy heard the shot as he instinctively threw himself at Raven, bringing them both to the ground. The black pavement knocked the breath out of them, and whatever had been shot flew safely over their heads as they came to a stop…or at least as Raven came to a stop. Beast Boy silently cursed as he kept tumbling, his momentum carrying him directly into the path of a truck. He barely had enough time to turn into an eagle and swoop out of the way as the truck came to a screeching halt.
"What the h—!" Cyborg exclaimed as Beast Boy landed and came to a battle crouch, Raven rising to her feet with black energy cackling around her hands. He cut off as he saw the shadow detach itself from the building behind the group and swing—straight towards Robin's head. "ROBIN! Duck!"
Robin did duck, bringing up his foot in the process so it jammed into the figure's chest, causing it to stumble over Robin. But the figure was just as deft; it wrapped its arms around Robin's leg and swung him around as it fell. Straight into the face of Cyborg.
Raven had their backs as usual, though, and without missing a beat a fire hydrant was smashing into the figure's face, throwing it off balance and sending Robin flying through the air past Cyborg at a safe distance. Starfire caught Robin and dropped him on the ground as Cyborg, Raven and Beast Boy lined up, all thought of the tower and breakfast in the past. It had all taken a moment. No one had time to give congrats on excellent maneuvering, however, seeing as the figure had a gun out and was firing before Robin could shout his telltale, 'Titans! Go!'
Robin was dodging bullets and running at once towards the figure, finally getting a good look at it. It was swathed in black, a helmet covering its face with no symbols or clues as to who had sent the figure visible. Robin's brief look was over within seconds, however, as a gas bomb erupted in front of the figure. Robin staggered, breaking into a coughing fit, as the others stopped short behind him. Cyborg helped him up, Raven and Starfire watching the smoke warily as encircled the group on all sides. Beast Boy shifted back from a gorilla, scratching his head. "Dude! Where'd he go?" he said.
A black staff whipped out of the smoke to whack Cyborg on the head and Robin across the back in one swift motion, as if to answer Beast Boy's question. It disappeared as suddenly as it had appeared, and came through the smoke on the opposite side seconds later to fling Raven's legs out from underneath her and hit Starfire in the stomach, causing her to double over and fall to the ground. Beast Boy quickly shifted into a bat and flew into the smoke, locating the figure by echolocation. It circled the group, careful to keep to the thicker smoke, watching them slowly climb to their feet. It all of a sudden started searching the smoke around it, and Beast Boy knew it had realized he was missing. Without a second thought, he flew into the figure's helmet, screeching as loud as he could to alert the others. The figure panicked for only a minute before it calmly brought its stick up to smack Beast Boy's fragile bones and stuck something into Beast Boy's side as he fell to the ground. The figure's moment of panic cost it, though, as it noticed it was standing in the middle of the Titans with the smoke screen slowly fading. Cyborg charged with fists flying at the figure before it could react, bringing it crashing to the ground as Raven hurriedly removed Beast Boy's limp form from the fray with her magic. Robin and Cyborg pounded the black figure over and over on the ground, all three just flashes of color as they fought furiously, Starfire hurling light discs at the figure as well. Raven patted the little bat's head gently as the fighting went on, trying to revive Beast Boy. The bat suddenly gasped and swiftly turned into Beast Boy, who clutched his side as he sat up hastily. "Raven," Beast Boy panted, "Stun darts! He has—"
Then suddenly Robin was lying motionless on the ground and Cyborg was hurtling at Starfire, the figure running off the street into an alleyway. "Robin!" Starfire wailed as she somehow managed to set Cyborg down safely. They both ran to the still form, and Raven glanced at Beast Boy as he used her shoulder to push himself to his feet, immediately changing into a green cheetah and running off in the direction that the figure had went. Raven watched Robin struggle to sit up, then jetted away after Beast Boy, determining that Robin would be okay.
The figure ran through the shadows of the back alleyways, its breathing labored but its purpose almost fulfilled. It had seen the green one follow, and now tried desperately to keep ahead of him. All he needed was a little hollow to wait in or a depression to hide in, so the green one could run into the trap, unsuspecting…
There! The figure cowed silently at its brilliance as it raced up a fire escape to wait inside a caved door. It fumbled with its belt, releasing the small metal ball and pushing it into the palm of its hand. A street hummed noisily with traffic to its left, but it would have to risk collapsing part of the street. The people should not be harmed much. No, this ball was made specifically for one individual alone…the one who chased it now. The figure took a deep breath and promised itself it would not fail its master.
Then the green one bounded out of the shadows, in the form of a large cat now, and came to a confused stop. He sniffed the air, no doubt searching for the figure's scent. A bloodhound gracefully took the place of the large cat, and the figure knew the time had come. It stood promptly, simultaneously as the dark one rounded the corner and came out of the shadows. It stared at her for a second, then carried on its action unfalteringly.
Raven saw the figure rise, and her eyes widened as she saw it toss the metal ball over the side of the fire escape, then hunker down protectively in the doorway. She watched the ball drop over Beast Boy's head impossibly slow, and opened her mouth to shout a warning, still too stunned to do anything else.
"Beast Boy!"
Beast Boy looked up at the sound of his name to see a small metal ball falling from above. He shifted back to his human form and dived out of the way, covering his face with his hands as the ball thudded to the ground. He stayed like that for a minute, waiting for the worst to happen. When it did not, he peeked through his arms to see the ball rolling slowly towards him, and Raven darting to the fire escape after a slight pause. He sighed and started to get up, wondering why Raven was flying to the escape of all places.
That's when the ball exploded.