Beast Boy's Past and Future

Chapter 7

Beast Boy groaned and shook his head gently, trying to clear it. He tried to move his arms, which were in an uncomfortable position, but found that he couldn't. Confused, he looked behind his back, but he couldn't see anything.

"Wha...?" he whispered. He looked around, but it was darker than night. He focused into the dark and could barely make out a few shapes. "Wh-- Where am I?" He tried to morph, but found that his powers had also been disabled for some reason. Beast Boy could feel a panic attack coming, which limited his breathing even more than it already was.

"It's no use struggling, Mr. Logan," echoed Nicholas' voice. Beast Boy shivered, partly from the chilliness in the room, but more from the open hatred in his ex-guardian's voice. "I have you bound in the strongest material I could find-- quite cheaply, too. One that entangles millions of the creatures of sea and air, and prevents them from freeing themselves-- much like a spider web. Can you guess what that would be?"

Beast Boy didn't have to guess once. "Fishing line," he answered, glaring into the dark.

"Correct," said Nicholas. "But not quite. Have you not noticed how you could not, what do you do? Uh, morph?"

"I noticed, and if it weren't for it, I would have trampled you by now. The Teen Titans will find you and rescue me!" added Beast Boy confidently.

"I doubt it. Do you know where we are?"

"How should I know?" Beast Boy shouted. "I can't see anything!" Bright lights suddenly began to flash on, momentarily blinding Beast Boy.

"Now then. Let me finish what I was saying without any interruptions," continued Nicholas coldly. He was standing only a few feet in front of him, holding a shining silvery gun. "That is no ordinary fishing line. In fact, I... tampered, if will, and ran a sort of electromagnetic energy through it. Not enough to hurt you, but to keep your filthy beasts on hold." He fingered the trigger of the gun, staring icily at the boy.

Beast Boy glared back at him. "Odeio-o. Desejo que você morresse, velho homem! Sei que você matou os meus pais e o culpou do Arsenal! E sei que o Arsenal é realmente você, também!"

Nicholas strode forward suddenly and stuck Beast Boy across the face. "What did you say to me?!" he shouted. "Tell me now!"

Beast Boy's jaw hardened, showing his defiance clearly. "I know you said, 'Arsenal.' He's the one who killed your parents, correct?"

"I said..."

"What? What did you say, Mr. Logan?"

"I hate it. Wish that you were dying, old man! I know that you killed my parents and blamed it of the Arsenal. And I know that the Arsenal is really you, also," Beast Boy muttered, looking away.

"Ah. Well, I must warn you, Mr. Logan. You had better not speak Portuguese again. That simply will not do," Nicholas sneered, watching the streak of blood trickle down Beast Boy's split cheek in satisfaction.

"Raven! Have you had any luck in the contacting of our precious friend?" Starfire asked, jumping in front of Raven, who was meditating. She opened one eye and glared at Starfire for a moment before replying.

"For the eleventh time, Starfire, no. It would really help if you would stop asking me every fifty seconds."

"Oh..." Starfire sat back again, giving Raven space.

"Man, how could they just disappear?!" Cyborg yelled, slamming his fists down on the table. "And we're just sittin' here while that Nicholas dude could be doing who knows what to BB!"

"Calm down, Cyborg," Robin replied. "We're doing all we can as fast as we can."

"What do you mean? It's been days! He could be dead by now!"

"Cyborg. It's only been four hours."

"Well as far as I'm concerned that's four days!"

"Cyborg, put the couch down! That's the only one we have! We need to focus on finding Beast Boy!"

CRASH! "All right, man. Now we can focus on findin' Beast Boy."