Fan Fiction ❯ Hell Hath No Fury ❯ Enter the Beast ( Chapter 8 )

Chapter 8: Enter the Beast

 

Robin's eyes went wide as he saw the Reaper standing in the doorway to the tower garage holding a knife to Starfire's neck. Fear took over his body, and he found it impossible to move his body. The Reaper had Starfire, and if he did anything, the Reaper would kill her. Yet, there was something wrong. Deep in the Reaper's glowing red eyes, Robin saw hesitation.

 

The Reaper remained silent with the knife pressed firmly against Starfire's neck. Robin sat on his R-Cycle just mere feet in front of him with his sickle in hand. The Reaper knew his orders. He had to kill the remaining Titans while Trigon dealt with Raven. However, he hesitated. For the first time since he was forced under Trigon's control, he felt like he cared about the lives of those he was sent to kill. Even though they were on opposite sides, the Reaper somehow knew that the Titans could identify with what he was going through. It was like they were the only ones who understood that it was not him that was evil. It was Trigon.

 

Robin raised an eyebrow at the inaction of the Reaper. With his powers, he didn't need Starfire as a hostage. All he would need to do is teleport his sickle to his hands. Robin would be powerless to stop him from doing that, but he did not. He just stood there, as if he were waiting or hoping for something to happen. Whatever it was, Robin could not wait for it. The Reaper had Starfire, and he had to get her back.

 

“You know,” Robin began softly hoping to avoid accidentally triggering the Reaper's reflexes, “Raven's father is evil, and just like all evil villains, he is not against lying to get what he wants.”

 

The Reaper eyed Robin in mock hatred. He knew where he was going, but he still needed to keep up his act. He had to do everything in his power to prolong this confrontation while still making it look like he was loyal. The Reaper still felt Trigon's presence, and if he looked on, the Reaper needed him to see that he was following orders. Yet, deep down, he still clung to the hope that Raven would succeeded.

 

“He does not plan on keeping his word to you,” Robin continued. “As soon as he gets what he wants, he will have no further use for you. Don't you see that? Listen, I know you hate him for what he has been forcing you do. I know that he is using the things closest to you to get what he wants from you. You don't have to listen to him. Raven already convinced you to help her, now I need you to help us. Raven is fighting all alone to save Beast Boy, and it should not be that way. From what you have said, Raven cares for Beast Boy more than any of us, but that does not mean that she has to do this alone. Beast Boy was our friend, and that at least gives us the right to help her. You can help us. We'll defeat Raven's father and set things right. All you have to do is trust us.”

 

The Reaper loosened his grip on the young girl in his arms. Robin's words had touched him. The message that he was trying to get across was irrelevant. The Reaper cared for his sister, and would do anything to save her life. Robin's voice revealed something similar about him. Instead of looking into the eyes of the Reaper as he talked, he never took them off of the girl in the Reaper's arms. Robin's voice wavered and faltered was he watched the knife in the Reaper's hands press tighter against the skin of the girl. It was obvious to the Reaper that just as he cared for his sister, Robin cared for this girl.

 

Now, the Reaper was faced with a different question. Originally, it had been `how far was he willing to go to save his sister.' Now, it was `is he able to force the pain that he had felt over the last three years onto another.' Robin loved Starfire, and the Reaper saw it clearly.

 

“I can see it in your eyes, mate,” the Reaper answered softly. “I can hear it in your voice. You do a good job of hiding it whenever she is not in danger, but your mask shatters when she is. This girl, Starfire I believe you called her, you care about her like I do my sister. I might not be wrong in saying that you care more for her than I do my sister, mate. Now, I'll ask you this, if I were Trigon and you were me, how far would you go to save Starfire?”

 

Robin thought for a moment. He could have easily denied the truth, but there was no reason to do so right now. “I would go as far if not farther than you have up until now. I don't blame you for what you've been forced to do, because I would have done the same thing.”

 

“Good,” the Reaper said softly, but Robin still heard the regret in his voice, causing his eyes to widen. “I'm glad that you understand, and I hope you also understand that I am truly sorry. I have no other choice. I have to protect her.” With that, the Reaper dropped the knife in his hands and pushed Starfire foreword. Without hesitation, he teleported his sickle back into his awaiting hands, and swung it down towards the falling Starfire.

 

“Starfire!” Robin yelled in desperation as he ran to her, hoping against all hopes that he could save her from her grim fate.

 

The Reaper's sickle grew closer, and everything seemed to slow down for everyone in the room. Inch by inch, the Reaper's sickle came closer to killing Starfire. Foot by foot, Robin ran towards the scene that was unfolding horrifyingly before his eyes. And, out of nowhere, a blue beam of sonic energy came into contact with the Reaper's chest, sending him and his sickle flying backwards.

 

Cyborg stood at the top of the stirs to the garage floor with his sonic cannon pointed in the direction of where the Reaper used to be. Slowly, he lowered his cannon and reverted it back into a cybernetic arm. “No way you're going to be killing one of my friends,” Cyborg said coldly. “Not today. Not ever.”

 

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Trigon swiftly turned around to face the direction of the voice as his eyes changed back from yellow to red. His attack had been halted. His concentration had been shattered by one mysterious outburst. Trigon had expected some new adversary to have invaded his dimension. Yet, to his surprise, the only moving thing other than himself and Raven was the trapped soul of Beast Boy.

 

“Interesting,” Trigon stated quite perplexed at how Beast Boy had awakened. “I find it difficult to believe that I underestimated you, changeling. I cannot find a single reason or way that you could have awakened fully. Yet, you have some how. Most interesting indeed.”

 

Beast Boy pulled on the one shackle binding him to the rock wall behind him with all of his strength, but no matter how hard he pulled, he came no closer to being free. “Dude,” Beast Boy said while still struggling to get free, “I can honestly say that I have no clue what you are talking about. First, I've got this Reaper dude showing up at the tower out of nowhere. Then, he freaking stabs me with his curved blade thingy. Now, I wake up to see what can one be described as me on crack trying to hurt Raven. I don't know about you, but my mind can't make sense of all that right now. But, if you think that I'm going to let some freaky Beast Boy look-alike hurt Raven, then you obviously don't know anything about me at all.”

 

Trigon laughed as he watched the helpless Beast Boy struggle with the remaining shackle with no hope of ever getting free. Seeing no threat, Trigon ignored the changeling. “It is no matter.” Trigon turned back to Raven but still spoke to the dangling Beast Boy. “You may have awakened, but you still can do nothing to stop me.”

 

`He is right, you know?'

 

“In fact,” Trigon continued, “I believe that this works out better than I had originally planned. Before, your mind would not have registered Raven's death. You would have seen it, but the vision would mean nothing to you. Now, you will understand what you see as I crush her skull with my bare hands.”

 

`YOU can't save her. You have done all you can by waking, but I must take it from here. I just need you to let me.'

 

Trigon began to slowly walk towards the helpless Raven. “Prepare yourself, Raven. These are your final moments. Die well; knowing that in all of your years of fighting against me, you have only accomplished practically handing your universe to me. Farewell, Raven.” Trigon's eyes once again began to glow yellow as he was preparing his final attack.

 

“Nooo!” Beast Boy yelled as he helplessly watched on as Raven was about to be murdered.

 

`Set me free!'

 

Trigon smiled wickedly at the final moment. Everything had come down to this, and nothing could stop him. Suddenly, his concentration was broken yet again when the sound of metal shattering reached his ears. Cutting off his attack, he swiftly turned to face whatever had made the sound that distracted him. He swore that whatever it was would not be in existence much longer. Yet, as he turned around, he could see no one. There was nothing except the barely alive body of the Reaper's sister still hanging on the rock wall and the remains of the shackles that once held Beast Boy. The changeling was gone.

 

Out of anger, Trigon quickly spun around to finish off Raven before anything could prevent him from his victory. Yet, when he did turn around, Raven was gone. Frantically, the demon possessed body of Beast Boy looked around him for the escaped changeling and Raven. He did not know how the changeling had escaped, but it soon would not matter. He would be dead as soon as Trigon found him.

 

On the edge of the rocky landmass surrounded my magma, Trigon saw movement. It was too far a distance to have been traveled in the short time between the shackles shattering and Raven going missing, but somehow the changeling had done just that. Yet, what Trigon saw was not the changeling at all. It was something completely different.

 

Raven saw only a deep green, but she felt herself being carried swiftly a great distance in a short time. She did not like the idea of being carried like a helpless child, but that was close to what she was at the moment. Her leg had been broken, and her ability to concentrate to use her powers was fading. It seemed that she was truly helpless at the moment, and the only thing she could do was rely on Beast Boy, if she could still call him that at the moment.

 

She saw what happened to Beast Boy, or what he let happen to himself. The Beast took over his soul, breaking the shackle due to his change in body mass. The next thing she knew after that was being carried away from Trigon. The Beast was fast, possibly even fast enough to get her far enough away from her father where she would be safe. Eventually, she felt herself being gently set down on the stone ground. She looked up worriedly at the Beast, knowing what it planned to do next. With one final caring glance at Raven, the Beast turned and began to walk back towards the one who had endangered her.

 

As Trigon watched this new form grow closer to his location, his anger grew. Certainly this new form was just another transformation of the changeling's, but there was no recollection of it in his body. “How?” Trigon asked the advancing form angrily. “How were you able to break free from the shackles. They were supposed to weaken you, but you not only regained your consciousness, but you also broke free.”

 

The Beast made no move to acknowledge Trigon's questions. There was only one thing on its mind.

 

“How were you able to interact with Raven in your current form?” Trigon's questioning continued. “You are nothing but a soul. You cannon affect the world around you, but you found a way. How?”

 

The Beast stopped a few feet in front of Trigon and glared at him, before standing on its hind legs and reverting back to the form of Beast Boy.

 

“And, how do you evoke the power of a form that you are not familiar with?” Trigon was now yelling at the changeling before him, but Beast Boy did not flinch.

 

“First,” Beast Boy said coldly glaring at Trigon, “I think, therefore I am. I heard that in a cartoon once, and it strangely applies to what I'm going through right now. Secondly, that form you just saw, it is not a transformation I go through. The Beast is a part of me. Usually, we don't agree on what I should be doing, but right now, we're both on the same page on this one. We will not allow you to harm Raven.”

 

Before Trigon could even react, Beast Boy was gone, and in his place stood once again the Beast. Beast Boy's alter ego towered above the demon possessed body of Beast Boy, glaring with eyes full of nothing but hatred. Trigon had hurt Raven, and now both Beast Boy and his inner beast wanted to make him pay.

 

The beast grabbed Trigon by the throat, and threw him as hard as he could into a stone wall behind them. Trigon painfully fell forward off of the stone wall and landed hard on the rocky ground beneath him. Pain shot throughout the body he inhabited as he struggled to his feet to face his opponent. He mentally cursed his new body before the situation the changeling was in hit him. Laughing evilly, he glared at the changeling in Beast form.

 

“You seem to have forgotten the situation my choice in bodies has placed you in, changeling,” Trigon laughed as the Beast began circling his position. “I control your body, and I am far more powerful than you could ever be. If by some fluke occurrence you do manage to harm me, you would only be harming yourself in a sense. If you manage do defeat me, you would by your own hands be killing any form of a future that you may dream of having in that pitiful brain of yours. No matter what kind of existence you think yourself into having here in my realm, you still need your body to live once again. You cannot harm me, because you cannot harm yourself.”

 

The Beast said nothing, but stood straight up and continued circling Trigon as it transformed back into Beast Boy, who just glared at his former body. “So, you're not just some freaky Beast Boy clone, are you?” He said more as a statement than a question. “That really is my body, which sort of explains why I am stuck in my soul. Or, am I the soul? Am I what makes up me? I'm not stuck in the soul, I'm stuck as it. I am the purest for f me, and… Dude, this is giving me a headache if I even can call what my soul has a head. The point is, you're right. I need my body to survive, and if that is my body,” Beast Boy slowly walked up to Trigon, “I can't afford to endanger it.”

 

Trigon smiled at his absolute power over the changeling. Now, nothing stood in his way. Of course, nothing could have stopped him anyway. He was Trigon the Terrible, the mightiest of all de-

 

“That is why I am getting it back,” Beast Boy finished, “and I'm getting it back NOW!” Without warning, Beast Boy leapt into his body, bringing together body and soul once again.

 

Trigon yelled in pain and clasped both hands on the side of Beast Boy's body's head as Beast Boy's soul grew stronger within his body. Using every ounce of willpower that the demon possessed, Trigon tried to force Beast Boy's soul out of HIS new body. He had rightfully claimed it. It was his only way out of the dimension he was trapped inside of, and he was not about to give it up without a fight. Yet, this battle was a loosing one. Slowly, his strength began to leave him, but he never gave up. He fought until the final moment. After that moment, everything went black.

 

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Trigon awoke to nothing but darkness around him, but nothing but pain within him. He felt worse now than any other time in his demonic life. It was like all of his strength had left him all at once. This feeling of weakness was new to the mighty Trigon was, and already he loathed it. Never before had such a thing happened to him, and he vowed to never let it happen again. Vaguely, he recalled the events leading up to the point when he passed. Out, and the more memories the surfaced, the more his rage grew.

 

Out of anger, Trigon slammed his fist into the ground, but realized soon after that it was not the fist that he was expecting. The last thing that he remembered confirmed that he was still in possession of Beast Boy's body, although that possession was in the process of being challenged. Yet, the fist that he had just used to take his anger out on the ground was his own, not Beast Boy's. This only accomplished further enraging the demon.

 

“Blast!” Trigon yelled at the top of his lungs. “I have lost control of the changeling's body.” Trigon looked around in confusion. There was nothing around him but black nothingness. “Yet, that does not explain my current situation. Where is this place?”

 

“Dude,” Beast Boy's voice came out of nowhere from behind Trigon, “your guess is as good as mine.”

 

Trigon spun around to see Beast Boy sitting on the black ground. Yet, Beast Boy was not there when Trigon began looking around before. Even through his confusion, his anger took control of the demon's entire mind. With an enraged roar, Trigon focused all of his power and shot out beams of yellow energy from his eyes.

 

Beast Boy looked up and saw the attack coming for him, and transformed into a wolf to nimbly dodge it. “Dude,” Beast Boy yelled after reverting back to his original for, “do you even care about what's going on around you. We are literally in the middle of nowhere. Aren't you the least bit concerned?”

 

“I shall endeavor to determine the cause of this phenomenon once you are destroyed,” Trigon snarled while continually attempting to attack Beast Boy. “If my theory is correct, then that is my key to freeing my mind from yours. Due to what YOU did back in my realm, I believe that both of us inhabit a single body. That should be impossible, and this eternal darkness occurs. Your body seems to be rejecting both of us simultaneously, but when I force you out, it will be mine to command again.”

 

Beast Boy rolled to the right on the ground to dodge Trigon's latest attack. “So, all I have to do is defeat you to get my body back. I can't do that, but I can.” Grinning, Beast Boy allow the control he held over the Beast to slip once again, allowing his for to change to one that it chose. Thus, opening him up to whatever it wanted to do, and it just so happened to be the very thing that Beast Boy wanted as well.