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Natural Born Killer	By : ABoxFullOfSharpObjects Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Het Views: 2038 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author’s note: So...Yeah. What can I say? I got inspired by all the reviews. I just can’t help myself, when it comes, it comes and I can’t fight it.
To avoid anymore confusion, I’ve decided to mark when I move from Bee’s telling of the past, or anyone else’s, with these: o0o. You see, I can’t just leave the future at a stand still while the history is being told. Time waits for no one...Plus the little scenes are rather fun to write...And they have a purpose.
Chapter track: “ The Hand That Feeds “ – Nine Inch Nails
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6
I’ve been working for H.I.V.E. for a little over 5 months. I gotta say, on the one hand I’m really glad I took the job, on account of it being the exact opportunity I was looking for. I’m getting the chance to work on things the military wouldn’t even touch. Talk about jammy...Nothing I could get my hands on in metal-work class.
I mean these defense systems on going to be so fuckin’ brilliant, I can hardly believe it myself. I’ve been given free reign here. I can do whatever I want, I can build how I want, I can destroy what I want, I can use whatever parts I want to use. This is so fuckin’ gorgeous, I could cream my knickers just thinking about it...
Speaking of knickers...
The other great part about this gig, is Bumblebee. She’s a brilliant fluff, she is. And I mean that in the American sense too! She’s got a good head on her shoulders. Not a bit chuffed, either. She’s real down to earth for everyone calling her what they do. This girl doesn’t take any shit from me or any of the teachers around here though. I guess she really doesn’t have to, if Blood refers to her as Queen, which, I find very strange, but then...considering this is H.I.V.E., eh...If Blood refers to her as Queen, I guess no one can say anything to her.
I know I was conned into this, but it’s really not that bad of a deal when I thought about it. I’m doing what I’ve always wanted, and getting paid for it. I’ve got the attention of a beautiful woman. And I’m really enjoying that smell she gives off...
Then there’s the bad side of this...
You see, while I’m working here, I see things.
A lot of things.
A lot of cocked up things.
You remember what I said about all the chicks but her being 15 and under? Well...I’m starting to think that shit’s intentional. I mean it, I’ve yet to see Blood with a woman, other than Bee. Not even the older women teachers. He never talks to them, unless it’s to yell at them for something they’ve done to Bee.
He gives way too much attention to her, for being a headmaster. I mean, c’mon, there’s such a thing as favorites, but this is just smothering. He acts like she’s his personal doll.
Man, I was thinking she was just another student, with higher status. You know, the kind that everyone looks up to. The popular kid shit. I’m guessing the smell is what elevates her status. I was coming to think that Queen was a nickname.
You know, as I continue to grow and learn, I realize that...In the past, I’ve made a lot of mistakes and assumptions.
I’ve made most of them here.
I thought this was a dollhouse from Hell.
In actuality, it’s a whore house from Hell.
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Before, I used to wonder where the money came from. You know, to pay for all the things I’m doing here? Blood says spend as much as I like. Millions if I feel the need. I honestly don’t think it’s going to cost millions. I mean, I can use the materials they’ve given me and already have. But he like...encouraged me to spend his money.
I wouldn’t have minded, if he wasn’t so adamant about it.
Like he was glad I was spending it and wanted me to spend even more.
Now, I don’t like the bloke. At all. He’s bloody creepy. He looks at me funny. He looks at Bee funny. He looks at me AND Bee funny. And he looks at the students funny! I don’t like the way he treats Bee. She’s always near him. He speaks to her like a little girl, but hangs onto her like she’s his favorite toy and she’s going to be taken away.
I had no idea.
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One day, she came to me; to see how progress was coming on the laser defense and evasive maneuvers training equipment. She was dressed in a big, silk-looking red button up shirt. No shoes, no pants. Her hair was up in these little balls on her head. Her hair wasn’t normally like that, I’d seen her in the morning. Both of us were checking the kitchen on the floor. Her hair was down around her shoulders, she was in a black shirt at the time, and she looked absolutely gorgeous. I was so gob-smacked I nearly slammed the refrigerator door on my hand.
“ Johnny! “
“ Bloody Hell! “
At the time, I was up on a steel support system to work on the high ceiling; wearing a harness of my own design, none of that knackers crushing shit that rock climbers use. My shit is comfortable. As such, I could move around comfortably and get down easy. Actually, it’s about as cumbersome as a regular bet, I ‘spose. It looks like a long...what do you Americans call them? Glowsticks! That’s it. It’s long and neon blue, and its half draped over my waist. There’s another one wrapped around a pole on the construction supports.
There’s a magnet where it connects, see, and the force goes through the belt. It glows when its on. If I fall, then it glows brighter, calculates what speed I’m falling increases the magnetic charge accordingly and slows my decent. If I fall too fast, then it’ll yank me back up. If I go too far without turning it off, it’ll yank me back; unless of course, I take off the belt.
Yeah. I know.
I’ve got the best toys.
Which, I’m quite glad I do have. She scared the hell out of me, she did. Coming in without warning and shoutin’ like that. I ended up hovering between the seventh and eighth level of the supports before I was slowly being drawn up.
“ Christ woman, what the ‘ell is the matter with you! Damn near sent me to my end, ya did! “
She didn’t pay me any attention. I don’t even think she knew I fell. She looked extremely preoccupied, like she was layin’ bricks in her head. So I adjusted the magnetic levels in my belt so I could stand on the ground. Tossing my wrench over the side, it landed against my big red box with the rest of my tools scattered about it. It’s funny, I made that thing to keep my tools in, no I can never seem to keep them in there...
“ What’s on ya’ mind, luv? Shouldn’t you be restin’ that beauty about now? “
Give me a machine and I can tell you if something’s wrong with it from 50 paces. But with people...well, people are a bit more difficult. You see, I’ve never really been that fond of them since...well, I was a kid. Different story for a different time...
Anyway, it took me that long to notice she looked like she had been in a fight. Her arms had bruises on them, around the wrist area. There was blood on the side of her mouth, not like she had been hit, but like she bit someone. I saw a similar bruise on her thigh when she kicked a box of steel plates out of her way to get to me.
“ What the bloody ‘ell ‘appened to you?! “
“ What? This? This is nothing. “ She dismissed her state of affairs like it was a smudge on the cheek instead of a bruise. I didn’t know whether to just pick up my jaw or leave it down there for my yelling that was about to happen.
“ Bollocks! Blood smacked you around! “
Her eye twitched and she turned away to keep from facing me. “ Yeah. He does that. You get used to it. “ Then she turned around and glared death at me. Her hand raised up to poke at my chest while she spoke. Fuckin’ scary lookin’ she was, I backed up.
“ And don’t you go getting any stupid ideas about it either. I don’t need your help! “
Remember what I said about her bein’ chuffed? Well, this is partly where it comes from. “ Look, love, I don’t question you’re good at what ya do, but obviously, you’re not the best. “
Bloody hell, she looks positively murderous now. I think I damaged her pride, but it’s the truth. As stubborn as she is, she won’t tell me anything unless I piss her off. And she’s already pissed off. The worst she can do is hit me. “ Shut your mouth Rancid. You know nothing of what you speak. “
Now we’re getting somewhere. “ Then why don’t you bleedin’ tell me? It’s jist you an’ me ‘ere. That door is the only one that opens, the other one is welded shut. “
And for a moment, that look is gone. For which I’m glad, and while she’s taking the time to look around herself, I kick my tools under the supports. She doesn’t need any help, her fists would hurt enough as they were without something inside them.
Finally, she seems satisfied with her observations, and shutting the only opening door. “ Blood’s planning on making me work overtime in the Honeycombs. “
I shrugged. Forgive me, but I’m a male, alright?! I like it when she’s up there in those outfits and dancing. The girl has a brilliant body, I just can’t help myself! Hormones overrode my brain just that quick and got to my mouth before I could stop myself. “ So? “
There’s that look again. “ So I won’t be using your mechanics. I’ll be using girls. Real girls. The real girls around here! “
That causes me to give her a look. “ They’re...kinda young though, aren’t they? “
“ My point exactly! Johnny, he wants me to train them to do what I do. He wants me to soak them in my pheromones and get me to teach them to do to other people what I did to you. “
I knew I had been conned. I knew what she had done, a good many hours after she had done it. But I’d weighed the pros and cons so I knew what I was doing. Doesn’t mean I needed to be reminded of it. There’s only so much my pride can take you know?
She must have seen my face, because she rolled her eyes and pressed against me. Mmm...What the hell was I thinking about again? Mind just completely melted...If she could bottle it and sell this smell, she’d never have to work another day in her life again.
“ Stay with me here, Johnny. Blood wants me to make little whores out of some of these girls. Not that some of them have very far to go, but you see my problem here. That’s what the argument was about. That’s how we came to blows. “
As fogged as my mind is, I’m in no condition to put up much of a fight. My brain starts to force itself to work as much as it needs to without breaking free of her spell. “ You wouldn’t think he would want other girls the way he hangs onto you...”
Jealous? Me? Never.
Her head shook against my shoulder and she seemed to sigh. “ He doesn’t. He’s fixated on me. But he’s not stupid enough to covet me and that’s all. He’s got plans. Plans that include me more than I ever wish to be included in ANYTHING. In fact, we’re all included. You know this stuff is for more than just getting gifts under control. He’s grooming us for fighting. I just don’t know what yet...It’s not as simple as the police, otherwise we wouldn’t need all this. No...This is something big...Something...different. I’ve got a bad feeling about all of this. “
You know, I’m right there with her. I understand everything and stuff. But I just can’t bring myself to make my mind work to care or even think about things so far ahead in the future. She’s worried, that’s enough, I guess. “ So...what are you going to do? “
“ There’s nothing I can do. If I don’t do it, he’ll just make them; using me. At least if I do it personally, I know they won’t get ruined too much...I hope...Goddammit...I hate this. I hate him. He does this shit on purpose! “
“ What's all this then? It’s not like they're your kids. “
“ Might as well! You don’t understand, this is my hive. These are my workers and drones. They depend on me. I didn’t ask them to be here, but dammit they are. “
If I had more sense, and really, you’d think I would by now. Honestly, when I was younger, I thought I would be smarter than this at this age. But I keep falling for the same thing! I can’t help it though...she smells so good...
What the hell was I saying?
Oh.
Right.
If I had more sense, I would know that look on her face meant she had come up with something. And there was nothing anyone could do to get her to deter from whatever that was. Not me, not Blood, hell, maybe not even an automatic weapon.
But she had something on her mind. I couldn’t ask if I wanted to, my mind was mushing itself all over again now that she wasn’t talking.
It’s probably better for her that she doesn’t tell me, exactly the reason why she didn’t I know now. Because if I knew what she was going to do, then I would have stopped her. I would have tried to kill Blood.
As it was, she was very brilliant fluff. She got me so buzzed I didn’t put up a fight to anything she said. It’s going to take me a good long time to work it off, even after she leaves. It’s still on my clothes and everything. I won’t have gotten the complete picture about all this until she’s back with him and I’m back working.
Even then, there’s nothing I can do about it.
It always stuck with me that I thought that Blood guy was fucking creepy.
Now I knew why.
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o0o
Teleporting via flame. That'll be something I never get used to. I rather prefer flying, but given the circumstances, we didn't have much choice. A quick exit was needed.
I still can't shake the feeling of missing the routine I had with them. The sneaking out to meet with Slade, the pummeling on bad guys, downloading the latest security codes from Titans Tower to Titans Tower. Or someplace using their computer. Having to hack my communicator just to get a message to him. Careful lies and delicate wording when suspicion about my whereabouts came up. It had been such a great part of my life for a long time, I wouldn't know what to do with myself. I imagine tomorrow, he'll have to stop me from walking off to either Tower to get back to business as usual.
" So no games this time...? " I forgot how much my voice echoed in here. " No mind tricks for them. No long-term mental attack? We're really going to just...end it. End them? "
It occurs to me until just how much like a big cat this man happens to be like. And it’s not just in the way that he moves, though that is what brings it to my attention. His walking away from where we arrived to seat himself on his throne. For being a man of his size, he makes absolutely no noise whatsoever. The boots he wears raise his 6'4" to 6'5", and he can still walk around a metal surface with nothing alerting anyone.
I’ve seen him walk across a wire in those things like he was going across the street.
To him, he already owns Jump City, Steele City, every city. You know, like a cat does when someone brings them home. They’re his already, he just allows everyone to do whatever they want to do, as long they don’t get in his way or bother him. And that possessiveness of his earlier, that which I have deemed it to be, also a feline trait.
It would also explain his decision to be done with the Titans. Over and over he’s asserted his dominance on them, and then he leaves. He’s played with them for a long time, but now he’s bored. It’s time to get rid of them and move onto something else.
You know, like when a cat gets done playing with a mouse.
“ Why yes, “ He answers without opening his eye, but instead pressing on some unseen button on the armrest. That which brings the multiple screens to life in front of us. “ These games, as you call them, have grown to bore me. Their worth has dulled, so it is their time to die. “
Upon the screens, are simulations, but they all look real. Simulations of Titan deaths. Many, many ways for them to be disposed of. And all of them looked so pretty.
Without reducing my size, I fluttered over to sit on the top of his throne and observe the many possible, and very attractive ways of death to our enemies.
“ How long have you had these files? “
“ Years now. “
“ How many did you start with? “
“ Five. “
“ And how many are there now? “
“ Four hundred...And forty-two. “
I don’t even try to stop the whistle from coming out of my mouth. I’m rather impressed at all these. “ How do you stay so inspired? “
“It comes and goes. “

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I have to say, when I entered that apartment that warm morning, I had no idea that a wonderful surprise would crash land on my patio.
A beautiful, winged girl with such passion, such fire in her eyes.
And not just a pretty face. Her abilities rivaled mine at the time. More than rivaled, if she had not been in such poor shape, she might have been able to expel me from her thoughts with a painful reminder.
I over powered her.
And she was mine.
Yes, with her abilities and my intelligence, I had many plans ahead. She was exactly what I was looking for. And she’s been key to the stability of my school. She’s the heart that keeps the blood flowing to make sure it stays alive.
And her pheromones...if ever there was such a wonderful ability. I’ve yet to see something that could top it, aside from my own ability that is.
Such as the dealing of Mr. Rancid. Quite frankly, I’d rather not dig around in his mind too much. It’s bad enough he thinks too loud. His mental voice is like a scream going through a sander against my psyche.
But my dearest Honeybee, she took to him just like she was supposed to. And he was ours. He works for our hive now with no complaints.
She has made me so proud, my beautiful Honeybee. I must share her with others. And while I’m doing so, I don’t see the harm it could do to get more funding for our beloved school.
We must become stronger and better trained if we are ever to overthrow A.N.T.H.I.L.L.
At first, my childish Honeybee fought me. She refused. Wouldn’t hear of it. How very thoughtful of her, she didn’t want to share herself with anyone but me.
I tried to ease her fears. She wouldn’t be the only one, for now that she had the trust of the rest of the H.I.V.E. there would be others. But she would always be my favorite. My Honeybee...
I had to remind her of this, afterwards, she went to collect her thoughts. But she did not dispute me anymore. She knows better. My Honeybee is a quick learner. Yes, she shall lead us to a legednary victory I am sure...
To secure that victory we’re going to need money. War isn’t cheap...
I’ve already got it in mind a long list of men that wouldn’t fight parting with their money. Or at least, they won’t by the time my Honeybee and I get done with them. We do make such a wonderful team, my Queen and I...
But there is one bit of information that I recall only now. Someone new is in town, a new player in the game as it were. There’s not much about him at all, not even from the brains of those who have seen him.
All I know is that he wears a mask, and he’s been getting into a little bit of everything since his arrival. It’s annoyed a lot of people, and some of them have taken action.
Those some, have also gone missing.
I know a few of these people. None of them are very easy targets. I feel it could be in my best interest to get this man on my side. After all, he could make a wonderful professor...
An ex-friend of mine called the other night. I say ex, because he’s no longer with us. He begged me for help, claimed someone was after him. His whole operation had been destroyed in mere minutes. Before he died, I gathered a very important piece of information from him.
It was a bit hard to understand, he was breathing so hard. About to die, I believe. But I could make everything out.
“ Wh-...who are you...? “
“ ...Slade. “
“ AHHH-! “
Well, after that it gets rather messy.
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Razor-chan: I’m looking this over...and I’m thinking there’s something wrong with it...I can’t put my finger on it. But something feels...just off. Oh well. You be the judge.
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