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"I want to kill everybody in the world.
I want to eat your heart."
- "Kill Everybody", Skrillex

Raven woke with a start, heart racing as adrenaline began to pump into her body. She could feel her chest begin to tighten, the tell-tale symptoms of a panic attack crushing her chest cavity into her spine. She could feel someone's rage roaring through the tower and coating the entirety of it like a toxic cloud of frustration and anger. The lamp by her bed shattered as she fought to tame the volatile emotions crashing through her. Though the fight-or-flight response was flooding through her body, the anger didn't feel threatening or directed at the empath herself. The additional fact that no alarms were sounding helped further to soothe her racing heart. No alarms meant no intruders, which meant that it had to be a teammate's emotions that were sending her into overdrive.

Raven took a deep breath in through her mouth tasting the anger in the air as she attempted to trace it to its owner. The emotion was familiar, so a teammate. And…masculine? And animalistic, without a doubt. Its perfume was a complex bouquet of possessiveness, rage, and pain. She was nearly bowled over by the power of the combination. Taking stock of her teammates as a whole, she attempted to deduce its owner. Cyborg was typically far too easy-going to experience this level of rage. And Robin? Despite his short fuse, the man behind the mask would never be able to work himself into such a primitive state – he was the product of his upbringing, which meant that he was never entirely capable of erasing the cold calculation that came from being a product of the bat…And that left only one other male in the tower.

What in the hell set him off?

The empath groaned and forced herself out of the warm confines of her bed, mentally cursing the shapeshifter that was wrecking her night's peace. Though her body longed for sleep, she knew she would never be able to rest if his emotions continued to invade her senses. The rage and pain was like a bullhorn to her mental ear, consistently blasting her with the strength of his fury.

Raven felt the chill of the AC as she slipped out of her warm bed. The cool air brought her bedclothes to her attention. Her shorts were a little on the short side…and her tank top was a little thin…but her pajamas were the typical outfit of most girls. And besides. She could not honestly imagine that Garfield would even notice whatever her attire was in the state that he was currently in. She could waltz into the gym with no clothing at all and it would be a blip on his radar.

While the depth of his anger had been a grating screech to her mental senses, it took opening her bedroom door for her physical senses to be affected. The moment she stepped through her doorframe, Raven could hear –and feel—the bass of Garfield's music vibrating through the floors. She found herself feeling grateful for her bedroom's excellent sound-proofing. A perennial night owl, the empath had a hard enough time sleeping as it was. Her room's location directly above the training center would only ever have had a negative impact on her nocturnal patterns if not for its bu ilt-in silence.

She intentionally phased into the hallway before the gym's doors, allowing herself a moment to center her spirit and shield her mind from the waves of turmoil boiling within the room. Her patience was hard enough to control around the shifter, even on a good day – even with their burgeoning friendship, as it was. She wasn't entirely sure she would be able to talk him down from the state that he was in. And Azar knew what would even happen if she were to lose her temper when he was so worked up. She was aware of the affect that the emotions of others could have on her own – the thought of the havoc that Rage could wreak from access to Garfield's own feelings chilled her to the bone. His current emotional landscape would be a playground for the darkest depths of her own powers. Keeping this in mind, the empath collected herself and took a cautious peek though the gym's windows.

What…? Very rarely did Raven take notice of the human form. Yes, from a medicinal stand point, the sheer amount of work that made the physical body function was astounding. But aesthetics? They rarely factored into her assessment of others. However, as the empath observed her shirtless shifter teammate push himself in the gym, she began to reevaluate her own opinion. Watching the muscles bunch in Garfield's powerful thighs as he leapt into a high kick, the muscles in his arms flex as he launched an uppercut towards the practice dummy he sparred with, and seeing the sheen of sweat catch every contour of musculature in his abdomen; Raven was forced to acknowledge that not all bodies were created equal. She had never realized that Garfield was no longer the same Beast Boy that he had always been. At some point he had grown into the Changeling title that he insisted on, and she was both surprised and disappointed that it had taken herself this long to notice.

Garfied's lips curled back in a snarl as he launched his fist upwards into the chin of the practice dummy before him. The force of his uppercut nearly decapitated it and Gar swore under his breath. This was the second dummy he'd demolished in a ten-minute time frame. It was clear that he was too wound up for the body opponent bags and that he would need something a little sturdier. Maybe the heavy bags would be able to handle him.

The shifter had been working out non-stop since he'd come home from the concert but still couldn't seem to work off his excess energy. He'd run on the treadmill until his thighs had burned, lifted heavier and heavier weights until his arms were screaming in agony. He'd picked the loudest dubstep playlist on his iPod, and Skrillex was thundering through the speakers in the hopes that it would drown any possibility of thought from his mind. It didn't matter what he did – he couldn't get exhausted enough, couldn't turn the music up loud enough to drive the image or Raven and that douche bag out of his head. The concert had been a bad idea – he'd had to watch them dance together (he couldn't even get her to laugh but that stupid mother fucker had gotten her to dance?!) but he'd been aware that it seeing them get close could be a possibility and it was the price he'd paid for stalking her on her date. But the worst part of the entire night was that he'd returned to the tower a good hour before Raven did. His imagination had taken the unaccounted for time and run with it, flooding his mind with thoughts and images that he couldn't run far enough from.

The fool dared touch my mate. MY mate. I'll strip his flesh from his bones and leave his pieces to the crows. I'll suck the marrow from his bones and fuck her willing body over his inferior remains!

The thought was so dark and chilling that Garfield froze mid swing. What in the hell was wrong with him lately? It took the smallest acts to send him into this hellish rage that was so unlike him. And his thoughts were so violent and graphic – and unrepentant. He'd relished the thought of slaughtering Gavin as the image of his body flashed through his mind. The pleasure had only lasted a millisecond before the horror had kicked in, but it had been there. And the horror at that thought wasn't enough to quell the rage broiling beneath his skin. Garfield could actually feel his body growing larger as he pictured the new couple together, could feel his skin stretching to cover the muscles that were expanding beneath it. The last time he'd felt this way, it had been because of…

Oh shit.

It's the Beast. Raven's feet planted themselves inside the door way of the now open gym door, refusing to move her further into the room. She'd suspected the possibility of the Beast's presence – of course she had. But having a suspicion was a lot less frightening when the monster was safely tucked away into a different room.

The music had covered the sound of the gym door sliding open and though he was facing the mirror that stretched across the entirety of the gym's back wall, he was too focused on the heavy bag before him to see her reflection in the doorway. It was her scent that gave her away – she watched in horror as he stiffened and bared his fangs through parted lips, dragging her scent through his mouth as a jungle cat would. Though she knew the Beast and her teammate were essentially the same, she couldn't keep the panic of her discovery from shorting out the stereo system in a shower of sparks. In the abrupt silence, Garfield whirled to face her, his lips curling up in a snarl.

"You need to leave." His voice was deep and came out in a near growl – so unlike his usual tone. And his hands had curled tightly into fists. Raven knew that Garfield would never hurt her intentionally, but she didn't know how in control he was at the moment. The snarled expression curved into a smirk that she'd never seen before. "Though I can't say I mind you looking, I don't exactly need an audience."

He doesn't mind me looking? What in the hell does that mean? But Raven took a step back anyway, keeping her eyes locked with his. She knew enough about animal behavior to know that breaking eye contact would be considered a weakness, and the Beast would be on her the minute she looked away. Her voice came out in a whisper she didn't recognize when she finally tried to respond.

"I-I was just trying to—"

"I didn't ask. You need to leave." His words were nearly unintelligible now, the growl becoming more pronounced. "And stop fucking staring at me. You know better than to challenge me, don't you little demon?"

He took a step towards her as she took a step back, moving with her, stalking her steadily as she attempted to back away. The Beast could hear heart pound in her chest, could smell the fear on her skin, and it excited Him. Nothing could intimidate His demon queen but He, He could bring her to her knees.

"Does Dick know you're back?"

The words sent a white-hot flash of hate through Him, coloring his vision red. He knew that Raven took the spark of emotion as a loss of control and He was on her the moment she decided to run, His claws tangling in her hair as He slammed her into the wall. He could feel Garfield screaming in the background of His mind, could feel Him trying to wrench away His control. He ignored the shifter's demands. While the Beast knew that the empath feared Him, he could also smell the arousal that their chase had ignited within her. Through Garfield's eyes He had watched Raven's behavior in the past, taken note of how the human and demon sides both reacted to situations. And He knew that when challenged, the demon side of her poked its twisted head out in intrigue. Raven was His mate – he knew her limits and He knew her desires both and he would never cause her any pain. Well. Pain that she didn't consent to or ask Him for.

"Let me go." Proving His instincts correct, the quiver in her voice had disappeared, and though she spoke softly, her demand was said firmly.

He laughed, a short hacking sound that was more animal than human. It pleased Him to see some spark within her. She was alpha, like Him. He shifted the grip on her hair, migrating from the ends where it was painful to a more comfortable and commanding hold closer the scalp. Moving his face to within inches of her own, he replied, "Maybe I will. If you agree to tell no one what you saw tonight – including that pathetic human that you are fucking. The Beast—" he took a harsh, rattling breath, "we work together. He's satisfied with letting me take the lead, so keep your mouth shut, Rae."

Garfield watched her force herself to look him in the eye, despite the warning growl that was rumbling deep in his chest. "What's in it for me?"

The Beast – or Garfield, she wasn't sure – offered a wolfish grin in response. He released his grip on her hair and Raven felt herself slide a minuscule amount down the wall as her knees weakened. His close position was the only thing holding her in place, and she resented it. He chuckled softly in her ear, his lips brushing against her cheek as he answered.

"I let him live."

And then he was gone, and Raven was sliding the rest of the way to the ground, ass crashing into the ground as his supporting weight abruptly disappeared.