Beast Boy fell asleep on the roof top; huddled up as a green husky. He began to dream, then his dreams turned into an old memory, and his old memory shifted into a nightmare.
The facility ruptured the adolescent’s purity because the area subjugated his liberty allowing regret to seep into his innocent mentality. Gentle forest green eyes began to fill with tears. The child attempted to recollect a human’s tranquility; a petite and fragile emerald green hand ran across the frigid base longing for gentleness. The adolescent pressed his sharp ear against the base; rest would remove the burgeoning starvation. Tears flowed onto the adolescent’s emaciated face; as the adolescent closed his exhausted eyes. An orange light spilled into the darkness revealing the child and the feces that surrounded his withering form. A silhouette of a figure, a male, appeared between the orange and the darkness. A demented and menacing smile crept on the male’s face. The male lowered his posture to grasp the child’s thick green hair. The male raised the child’s head so that the child was peering into the male’s ocean colored eyes.
“You will change, murder, and feed my child” The male’s scent of liquor and sex bathed over the child creating a nauseating and suffocating cloud. He lowered the child’s head and exited, allowing the darkness to conceal the adolescent’s body.
The child’s eyes opened slowly. Trotting and shivering could be heard by his sensitive ears. The child’s stance adjusted to the presence; his body was consumed by hunger and dominance, he embraced the animal’s fear. The child could feel a change sweep over his body; he became a predator lurking after his prey. His hands elongated into claws which caused acute pain to nestle in his hands. The sharp pain pressed the boy out of his trance. The child forced his body into a corner desperately trying to force his instincts, hunger, and dominance to calm. The animal, a female horse, squealed as its entrails and urine flowed down its hind legs. The child released a pain filled cry, a cry that was an amalgamation of human and animal. The child collapsed to his knees as the change swept over his fragile form. The child menacingly and powerfully strutted to the mare. A primal panting escaped the child’s throat and entered and exited the atmosphere. His canine teeth elongated into daggers and his once innocent eyes narrowed into malice. The mare stood in defense; her robust legs rose and slammed against the cement floor. The mare strategically charged at the burgeoning child. The child grasped the mare by its head. His claws carved into the animal’s eyes. Blood coated his hands. The child removed his elongated nails from the mare’s eyes, and began to lick. The mare collapsed onto the floor in pain. The child enveloped the mare’s throat with his teeth.
The mare’s squeals ricocheted of the facilities walls and Beast Boy’s slumbering mind. Beast Boy shuttered exiting his slumber trembling from the memory. The taste of animal blood resurrected in his system this caused Beast Boy to cringe in disgust. He rolled over to his side as he clenched onto his stomach and gurgled a 'bleh' type noise . Beast Boy’s communicator began to sound. His superior’s, Robin, voice emerged. Robin informed Beast Boy of the Titan’s location, status, and requirement for Beast Boy appearance. Beast Boy did not have time to process and cast the dream from his mind and system. He expeditiously exited the roof of the tower and entered his room, which remained to be a disaster from the Beast’s assault. This was the reason why he secretly, sometimes, slept on the roof. He grasped his uniform and began to place it on. Being that he was in a rush he fell over the items that were on the floor. His uniform rode into his private areas and rose inches above his ankles and his shoes were uncomfortable.
“Shit” he muttered, “Cyborg should help me wash my clothes” he stated dismissing his clothes continuous sudden uncomfortable fit. While he removed the uniform from his body he searched for a larger pair of clothing. He placed his large training sweats and a tight top that outlined his developing muscles. He exited his room swiftly and journeyed to the battle unprepared mentally.
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