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The Shadow Beast stalked through the buildings, heading south. The cold of the city breeze against his skin was exhilarating, making him all the more eager.

He did not like the instructions the voice gave him. He did not like being forced to be obedient. With each new directive, he snarled defiance. Who was this ancient voice to claim some debt was owed? He would show this voice who was in charge.

However, the voice promised fun, an interesting hunt. Other prey was out there, just waiting for him to find. It would be quite fun, and there was other things of interest to amuse him.

"And what might this be?" a voice spoke from nearby, the menace in the voice letting the meaning pierce the Shadow Beast's mind.

He turned, his mind starting to become clearer. There was a foe, not a prey. One the Shadow Beast hated, reviled, wished was never born. He had caused him pain and rage and sorrow. The Shadow Beast determined that the one eyed man would feel it all before long.

"Beast Boy, if I'm not mistaken," the man spoke again. The Shadow Beast quivered a bit at that name. "And black? Have you gone goth?" The man chuckled. "Then again, I had heard that you had become...darker. It was the death of the witch, wasn't it?"

Wrath flared within the Shadow Beast, and it lunged. The man tried to dodge, but the Shadow Beast's claws raked through his armor, drawing blood from his torso.

The man landed, clutching the bleeding wounds. "Forgot I was mortal again," he hissed under his breath. "Shouldn't have come in person-"

The Shadow Beast enjoyed the man's scream of pain as his arm was torn from its socket. He enjoyed this man's pain. Slamming a clawed fist into the man's stomach, he slammed him back into a wall before crashing into him with a full body check.

The man coughed up blood as he slumped to the ground, blood gushing from his wounds, unable to resist.

The voice snarled in the Shadow Beast's mind, ordering him to finish the man off, that prey was meant to be slain. But this was not prey. The voice demanded he destroy the traitor, and he refused. The voice informed him that he had to, for he was being hunted.

The Shadow Beast grinned widely. He liked the sound of that game. Glancing down, he grabbed a lamppost and bent it, wrapping the man up in it so he couldn't escape. Those hunting him would find the man and question him. They would know what they were up against. It would be a fun game.

Reveling in the voice's screams of frustration, the Shadow Beast howled into the air as he leapt further, once more leaving a deliberate trail for those hunting him to follow. He was eager for the gam to play out.