Teen Titans Fanfiction: The Parts Of Beast Boy

Memory Can Be Crucial

Beast Boy's P.O.V:

I sighed as I walked to the door, getting out the key from my pocket. I saw the lock, then slowly stuck the blade into the hole.

"Here we go..." I muttered as I turned the key and opened the door, taking out the key and putting it back in my pocket.

When I stepped through the small gate, I gasped when I saw the Doom Patrol's city.

"Okay guys... Don't look, or do anything...okay? Ignore every little thing running around, because they are just memories. They cannot see you, and I prefer for you not to see them either..." I looked at my friends, making sure they understood.

They nodded, and I sighed as I realized where the gate back to the tower was: The river where my parents...died....

I pushed away the lump in my throat, then stepped into the dense woodland, the others following.

"It is the smaller version of friend Beast Boy!" I heard Starfire shout into the air. I looked down at my feet and saw a green me, probably when I was around 11 years old.

I smiled as I saw myself leading Mento and Elastigirl to a small cave. I watched as I showed them how to build a fire with sticks, then light it with a leaf.

"Woah...you can light a fire with a leaf?" Cyborg asked.

I smirked, then continued walking. I saw more memories of me with the Doom Patrol, and I smiled when I saw happy ones.

Then I saw when I got kicked out. I sighed and continued walking, the scene changing around us.

The scene changed into an old sewer underneath a city, with a younger me walking through it. I saw myself carrying a sack, and when I realized what was in it, I bit my lip.

There were jewls...and lots of them. I saw myself again when we got to an open room, and this time I was getting whipped and beaten by a larger man. This was when I was about 8...just before I joined the Doom Patrol.

I heard the others gasp, but I just ignored it as I continued walking down the sewers.

The scene changed again, and I could see the lab that I was experimented on when I was about 3. The walls were white and the floors were cold and smooth.

I clenched my teeth as I saw my younger version being poked with needles and all kinds of weird science utensils. I saw blood samples and all kinds of tests on the walls, and I shuddered as we walked through the small room, the others looking at the memory sadly.

The scene started changing again, and this time, it was a snowy rainforest.

I smiled,"This is the first snow I ever saw...and it's in Africa..."

The others looked at me strangely, and I just flushed in embarrassment.

"You used to live in Africa?" Robin asked.

I sighed,"These are my memories. That's why you see smaller versions of me running around."

They nodded, then we continued walking. I sighed as I saw me, my mom, my dad, and Chief Tawaba throwing snowballs at each other. This was when I was 2, just before my parents...died...

I smiled at the memory, then frowned when I saw myself, still 2, wrestling a green monkey the size of me. I saw my smaller version...which was still human...punch it, and it went flying into a tree, its skull cracking.

I saw my clothes torn open at my left shoulder, and a large, deep bite mark in the skin.

I winced when I saw it, and the others took notice.