I needed to write this story, the idea has been rotting in my brain. It literally won't leave, so here I am. I am writing this story knowing full well that this is not BB's real backstory. If you don't like this, if you think its ceesy or you don't like the plot; DON'T READ IT!
I have had enough with people coming in and leaving paragraph-long reviews on how I should change EVERYTHING about my story. You know what I do with those reviews? I delete them. Take that you fucker.
I love the people who constantly give me NICE advice though, you people are pretty.
Only the Doom Patrol knew. But, they only knew the summary. Not the intense details filled with death and tradgy. They knew what he did, and that he was forced to do it. Nothing more, and nothing less. He knew he could trust them with the information. He knew his adoptive family wouldn't tell the other's about it. The League or different superhero organizations would put him in jail. Or worse. He and the Doom Patrol knew that they would never let him be a hero. They would shoot him down immedently, once a criminal always a criminal. He could hear them saying it. As they put him in a cage next to supervillians...
It scared him.
It was the only thing that could. They bad guys he faces everyday are nothing compared to that fear. He was scared of nothing but his past, and what people would do if they knew. He wasn't the same person, he was different now. Living the childhood he never had. Being the kid he wasn't allowed to be. He wouldn't allow this life to leave him, he loved it too much. He was the joker, a happy person. Not the animal he was before. He hardly thought back then. He knew what he was doing, how could you not? But, he wasn't thinking of it. He did it on instinct.
An instinct he tries hard to get rid of.
It's hard. Very hard. It's been there since he got his powers. That push, or tug. It was a feeling he would get that would shove him into a certain direction. It was a message that contained three words. He would keep it in the back of his head. The animals always said the same thing. The feeling would drag him. Chanting parts of the same 'message' over and over.
Combinations of the words, maybe just two.. Maybe one, or all three. In battle, during an argument, when feeling bored. Anything could trigger the feelings. The animalistic feelings that were controled long ago. Controled by evil. Forced to do unspeakable things so that evil would win. So that the good guys would fall to the feet of the villians. It of course never happened in a world-wide aspect.. But, he had seen it. Many times. The other person begging mercy to the evil force above them. He had seen the fear in the fallen person's eyes.
Because he was the evil force.
It was strange.. Having powerful people infront of you like that. Especially when you are only a child. A broken child. Of course, when you can transform into terrifying animals, you are no child. He has been able to take the form of mythical hybrids and large beasts. But, he refuses to use those animals in his good doing. He doesn't believe justice should be handed out with such scary forces. So, he turns into average creatures and prehistoric dinosaurs. It doesn't work as well, but when you have a team it doesn't matter.
A team who doesn't know.
They would go bonkers if they knew. He doesn't know what emotions would fill them, he just knows they would go crazy. Be it fear, concern, disappointment, digust, anger, or sadness. It's not like it would be a good conversation starter. Just to go up to the superhero group and mention the fact that you used to be a villian. It wouldn't make any sense to tell them. It's not that he thinks they would turn him in.. Well, maybe he did. He wouldn't be suprised if they told the older crime fighters. They would diffently put his booty in jail. For something he was forced to do.
Well, not the whole time.
You see, he was forced.. In the begining. After a while he made it a habit. A terrible habit. He took up jobs, working for various supervillians. His soul was corrupted. All he could do was evil. All he could do was kill. And all he could do was be bad. He didn't think that 'good' was the right side. Good refused to help him in his time of need. Good didn't help him when he needed it to. It sat there, while he jumped over the line. The line between 'good' and 'bad'. To him good was bad.
Until he met the Doom Patrol.
They new what happened to him. (Again, not completely.) But, they promised to help him. Even though he snapped at them, and spewed many bad comments. They helped him turn into a better person. They made him a hero and promised not to tell. To keep his secret. It was nice, for a while. Soon, he got tired of being yelled at by his leader. He got tired of being babied. He wanted to be free. And that's when the feeling came.
And that's what he did. He left to Jump City. He was only alone for a day. Only a day passed when he was on his own. But, then he saw the green mushroom cloud. Knowing that mushroom clouds were never a good thing, he went to investage. He found Batman's ex-sidekick and a screaming orange chick. So, he helped out, being the kid he always wanted to be. A few others joined the fight. And they created a new group. The group mentioned a few paragraphs above. The group that does not know.
Now, he has to tell them. The League already knows, for that is the reason he must spill the beans. He has to tell them because he can't let their questions go unanswered. He just needs them not to freak. Not to scream when he tells the the truth. He knows that they might, and it hurts him. He is going to destroy their trust. He might even be considered a traitor. Though that makes little sense. Maybe for crossing that line? For being the bad guy he and his friends defeat? He didn't know where to start. Or how to tell them the truth.
This is the truth:
After his parents died, after his life was gone. They found him. They took him and used his powers for evil. They made him kill. He was an assassian, cold and cunning. He would create blood-baths, he would kill anyone who got in the way of the target. Unless they told him not to. He would shift into demons and monsters to take down the good, or other baddies. The targets were whoever his boss thought he needed to take out. It wasn't just one boss though. It was an organization. An evil group that would send him out on long missions. Only to come back with more victims. He lost count. He killed so many people, he couldn't keep track.
He didn't even care. He only did as he was told, not even thinking twice on who he was mauling. The more the merrier, he couldn't care less. Just one after another, unable to escape his captor. Until one day, he lost it. After hours of being tortured he lost it. He killed all the guards he ran into, and left the hell hole he hade been forced to call home.
But, he didn't stop. He couldn't he didn't know any better. Soon, he started working for others. Those who needed their dirty work done for them. He needed the money. If he didn't he would starve. Working for villians, and some 'heros', doing who-knows what.. It was the only thing he could do. Or that's what he took up one job.. For the Brotherhood of Evil. They wanted him to take down a man named Mento.
You can guess what happened.
He broke into their HQ and found everything to be nice and clean. Better than any leaving conditions he had ever been in. And he saw it. He saw them sitting around, laughing. Laughing with so much joy. Joy he never saw.
They caught him. And he told them his story. They believed him, and they afford to let him join. This is, of course, was much more tasking than I am writing. This conversation with the Doom Patrol, and the debate on weither to let him join took hours.
But they accepted him. The rest is history.
He did terrible things and met terrible people. And it was going to come back to haunt him. He hoped not, but he felt it in the pit of his stomach. He knew something bad was going to happen because of this. Because people will find out and they will use the information to their advantage. It could be the League.. Or other villians. All he knew was that it was going to happen.. And it was going to happen now. Somehow.. he just knew.. Him crossing the line long ago was going to bit him in the ass. And all he could do was wait, and when it came he would find a band-aid. And try dispritely to patch it up. Because he was a killer, and there was nothing he could do about it.
Beast Boy knew things were going to change.
Oh yes.. I have gotten this out of my head.. If other people were to write stories like this I wouldn't have to sit here all night and do it myself.. I need people to write stuff I like so I don't have to!