And the darkness sought you out

[Kyd Wykkyd]

Hey. Look at that. A whole, long dark alley way with nobody in it. A small smile appeared on his face and Kyd Wykkyd took a look down the sidewalk. First one way, then the other, just to ensure that nobody was tailing him. It was dark out, but the street lamps lit up circular spots on the street. Kyd Wykkyd stood just outside one of these rings of light, in his favorite place: the shadows. Nothing but convenience stores and movie rental places were still open. Maybe a couple of all nighter diners and 24 hour grocery stores. It was sometime after midnight, of that he was certain. If anybody was out here, it was either because they were stupid, or they were a villain--like him. So he shrugged and he darted into the alley.

His movement stirred nothing, but down the other side of the alley, he heard the sound of a can being kicked. He couldn't tell if it was just an accidental kick or somebody horsing around. He didn't know who it was. It could be some of the big time criminals that were growing more active. Or he could be wrong. There could be a hero out here... Somewhere. Which wasn't good for him, but then, he had yet to do anything criminal so far. His intentions for being out this late at night, however, were obviously not good. So he flattened himself against the wall on instinct when he heard the stomping of somebody giving chase to another somebody. He narrowed his eyes and tilted his head, trying to get a look at what was going on.

[Beast Boy]

What was he doing out here? Yeah, he really should have given some thought to that question before walking--no, actually flying--outside at this hour. Instead, he had simply listened to his growling stomach. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Why couldn’t he think for once in his life instead of merely following his instincts? It had been midnight or something like that when a strident grumble woke him up. It took a minute to realise that it was his empty stomach. As proven, it hadn’t been a smart decision on his part to miss dinner, but he wasn’t hungry then. He was just hungry now. He tried to go back to sleep. Really, he did. But he couldn’t. Finally, he was forced to walk all the way to a veggie-free fridge. Great. This was why nobody should voluntarily give-up their freedom to devour meat. After a loud and beaten “gah”, he was thus forced to, well, buy something. He knew there was some 24 hour pizza thing someplace so there he went!

Except he didn’t really realize that “someplace” wasn’t a place until he was out the window. Right. He had no idea where this place was. All he knew was that it existed from hearing around about it. But it shouldn’t be that hard to find it, right? Wrong. It had to have been like an hour or something--really, it was twenty minutes--where he strolled through the quiet streets, searching for a twenty four hour anything. Yeah, he had basically given up on the pizza place after the first five minutes. As long as it’s vegetarian, he’ll be ok with it. But he couldn’t even find that. All he could find were buildings with a “closed” sign on the front. What does one have to do to get some veggie-food at one in the morning? Hmmm? Right now, to the impatient fifteen year-old, the grass was starting to look tempting.

It was the can that led him into the murky alleyway. You know how, when you begin kicking a can, you start to get addicted and can’t stop? That was the case here. It initiated from the need to release his frustration into something and morphed into a competition of how far he can kick the can. He didn’t even realize where it had led him until he was standing in the mist of a dark alleyway with random crooked streetlights scattered around. Yeah…he should probably leave. There obviously is no pizza pla--heey was that Ninja 400 the game? Shocked that someone would just leave such a highly valuable item around, Beast Boy rushed towards it only to realize that it was 200. Not 400. Drat. Now--uhh---which way was back, again? This was why you don’t follow your instinct.

[OOC: Sorry, I really wanted to post and this was all my museless self could come up with. Also, I know that you said that the person was giving chase to someone else, so I hope you don’t mind? If so, PM me and I’ll either find a way to edit that in somehow or delete it.] [/blockquote][/size]

[Kyd Wykkyd]

Nope. Didn't look like there were two people. Just one. That other sound must have been from the other side of the street. Or just the echo of all the emptiness around him. There was, however, a can. He saw it fly past him in his alley, skipping on the ground with a clatter and a rattle. Sounded like somebody might have broken off the tab and dropped it into the can when they were finished. Kyd Wykkyd blinked and held himself perfectly still. Whoever was kicking the can was going to come down here... And he would catch him--or her--unawares, as was his way. He almost made his move the moment he saw the form enter the alleyway, but was glad he kept his place when he saw that same person rush over to something on the ground. Curious, Kyd Wykkyd looked, too.

He couldn't tell what it was from this angle and the lack of light, but whatever it was, it ended up being worthless because the other person in the alley with him dropped it a second later. The set of his shoulders said it all. Disappointment. Hah. He couldn't have set this little trap better if he'd done it himself. With a smirk, Kyd Wykkyd made his move: he pounced from his hiding place in the shadows, fully intending on attacking whoever it was.

Even as he leapt forward, he realized this person was familiar. The dark disguised him fairly well, but now that he was close enough to attack, the color of the skin was off, the pointed ears were telltale, and the short and lanky stature said the rest. Beast Boy! It was too bad none of the others were here. They would have loved this turn of events. Also, he might have thought better about attacking a Teen Titan all alone. However, he'd already revealed himself. Now he thrust himself at Beast Boy, ready to wrap his hands around his throat and let his cape do the rest.

[OOC: No prob! Just glad to be playing!]

[Beast Boy]

Maybe he should just fly home or something? Yes, for the minute or so he spent unmoving, this was what he had been debating. On one had, he was still hungry. On the other, this search for some food thing was taking forever and, if possible, making him even more hungry. But transformation actually drains a lot of energy off him so…maybe he should walk? But then that wouldn’t be so great either. UGH!! BRAIN FREEZE!!! Grumbling, he decided that maybe this was why he didn’t think too much. He wasn’t able to. Deciding to just follow his instincts, he let his feet carry him deeper into the alleyway. Yeah…maybe it wasn’t the best plan either. Why? Because that was when it happened.

The thing is, he didn’t even know how it happened. Just that it did. One minute he was standing there looking at a dimly lit alleyway and another had an oversized bat in the way of his view. Before he could recognize Mr.Bat, hands wrapped around his neck, chocking him. Ok, so good news was that Beast Boy at least knew something now--well, actually two things--this wasn’t a very good situation and his “opponent”--for lack of a better word--was a dude called ‘Kyd Wykkyd’. The kyd [haha! Get it?] wasn’t someone Beast Boy really sees often thank goodness, but who can forget a mute guy with a killer bat costume?

Anyways, back to Beast Boy being choked to death. Immediately after feeling the tight grip on his neck, Beast Boy did what he does best: follow his instincts. Hey, sometimes it has horrible consequences and other times, like now, it’s actually helpful. He morphed into the biggest animal he could think of which turned out to be a T-Rex. The force of his expanding body released him…for now. Remember how using his shape shifting power drains his energy? He knew that he couldn’t fight anymore. Three more transformations and the hungry Beast Boy would--well, he didn’t want to know what would happen.

Morphing back to human form, he began talking. “Soooo…uhhh…how ‘bout we just call it truce?” He asked with a forced grin. It only took a minute or so of grinning at Kyd Wykkyd to realize that it sounded a lot more brilliant in his head like everything always did. Him asking for truth, Kyd Wykkyd agreeing and they both hopping to the nearest pizza place with rainbows and butterflies behind them. Maybe he had just watched way too much TV? “Yeah…on second thought…” Beast Boy dashed off. He didn’t get further than three steps, though, before his stomach growled again, distracting him so that he tripped on his own shoelaces. Why must his stomach be against him? In fact, this was all its fault! His whole body drooped as he let out a defeated "awwugh" which sounded like a cross between "aww" and "ugh".

[Kyd Wykkyd]

One minute, he was strangling a titan, the next minute he was hugging a giant dinosaur around the neck. Kyd Wykkyd blinked, trying to take it all in. Awkward. He slid and fell to the ground--landing on one knee, which was fortunate, because moments later, Beast Boy had transformed into his usual form. If he thought hugging a dinosaur version of him was awkward...

Call it truth? He frowned. He didn't quite get it. Was that supposed to be a play on words? Kyd Wykkyd was all for a funny joke, but this wasn't funny. He scowled. Stupid titan, trying to be a comedian. He was just grinning his face off, waiting for ...what? Him to laugh? The next thing he knew, Beast Boy was dashing down the alley. Purely driven by the fact that he'd been bored anyway (and because when he saw something running away from him, he was sorely tempted to give chase), Kyd Wykkyd ran right after him.

It wasn't a long journey. A few steps in, his quarry dropped--and Kyd Wykkyd, having expected a full speed chase, didn't stop on time. He tripped over Beast Boy's fallen form and tumbled to the ground. He found himself tangled in his own cape for a moment before he indignantly swept to his feet and regarded Beast Boy with an accusatory glare. What was wrong with...? Then he heard it. Not the awuugh, but the stomach. It had growled before, but he hadn't given it much thought. Kyd Wykkyd tilted his head. His enemy was paralyzed by hunger?

A few things went through his mind then. He could kidnap Beast Boy, but once he got his energy back, he'd stomp them all to oblivion. Or bite them. Or whatever it was he'd do. He could kick him while he was down, but without the rest of the H.I.V.E. five around to goad him on, it didn't particularly interest him. In fact, without his friends or some sort of lead, Kyd Wykkyd honestly had no idea how to take this opportunity. Oh, he was an opportunist--when it came to simple amoral choices like robbing an old lady, but it seemed kinda ...wrong to beat up somebody who was already lying on the ground.

If he did kidnap him, that would lead the other titans to them. Which could be a good thing. It would end up in an epic battle between their two groups--something that always interested him and the others. But he didn't even know where the others were right now and he certainly didn't want to deal with all the titans by himself. Maybe Beast Boy was right. Maybe they should call a... truth. For the night... Perhaps...

That didn't exactly sit well with him, either. He wished he could ask what made them that way. What made them want to fight crime, rather than commit it? Instead he crouched beside Beast Boy and nodded his head towards the other end of the alley. Maybe Beast Boy didn't know what was open at these hours, but Kyd Wykkyd did. These were his hours. He grabbed onto Beast Boy's collar and dragged him to the end of the alley he'd indicated, then outright pointed down the street.

An all night buffet joint. Complete with arcade. One of his favorite hangout spots, though it occasionally got a little seedy. Other nights it was pretty much empty. There was no telling from the outside what it would be like on the inside.

[Beast Boy]

Beast Boy felt a heavy weight slam into him before plummeting down to the ground. Kyd Wykkyd. Heh he must have tripped too quickly. The Kyd [haha it’s even funnier the second time], however, sprung up on his feet soon after. Unlike him. Thinking it was about time he did the same, he began inserting weight onto his arms to pull himself up. There was just one teeny tiny problem: he really didn’t have much energy. No, seriously. I mean, it felt like his arms and feet were noodles. They were all wobbly and tired, its shrunken energy scarce. This was just like that one Mutant Ninja-aliens episode! Mulkart had been sucked out of his energy by some machine thing and—but wait…didn’t the dude die in that one? Well, yeah, he came back after from the dead or something or another, but still.

Now, don’t get me wrong. He did have enough energy to at least get up. It was merely more of a struggle than normal. In fact, he was on his knees, about to be on his noodle-y feet, when Kyd Wykkyd lowered himself down at his level and nodded his head towards the other side of the alley. Huh? Beast Boy scrunched-up his face, trying to figure out what exactly Kyd Wykkyd was nodding to. Yeah, there was nothing. “Soooo…what am I looking at?” Right after the question left his mouth, he was grabbed by the collar and dragged. "Duuuudee..." Before he could continue to protest—really, there got to be a nicer way to haul someone—he caught the unmistakable sight of…

“FOOOOOD!!” Beast Boy’s mouth watered, his eyes glimmering brightly at the prospect of delicious…mouthwatering…FOOOOOOOD!! Under normal circumstance, a person might wonder why the enemy they had just had a fight with would risk a chance to win like that. I mean, Beast Boy was in no condition to fight and Kyd Wykkyd could really have done anything from easily beating him up to kidnapping him. Instead, he led him right to a buffet joint? This, however, was no normal circumstance…or a normal person for that matter. Beast Boy was incredibly hungry and, at the minute, couldn’t think of anything but food. Fueled by his craving, the changeling bolted in like a bullet. If he could think, he would have been surprised at how fast he was running judging by his previous condition. But, right now, all that raced through his head was food…food…food.

[Kyd Wykkyd]

Now Kyd Wykkyd was a little suspicious. How was it that one moment, Beast Boy was lying on the ground groaning and dying of starvation and the next moment, he was running off into the restaurant? Maybe the smell of food was so enticing that it gave him the motivation he needed. Kyd Wykkyd shrugged. Whatever the case, their whole truce/truth thing seemed to be in effect. He kinda hoped it would remain even after Beast Boy's hunger was satiated. If not, he supposed he could escape by teleportation. He wasn't really too worried.

He entered the joint behind Beast Boy, not surprised to see that the place was pretty much empty except for a few sheisty looking guys in a corner. They weren't even eating, from the look of things. Just bending close to one another and muttering something ominous. They barely spared the two of them a glance, despite their obvious uniforms.

Kyd Wykkyd dished out some money for his meal, paused while he looked over at the starving titan and found himself doing something completely unexpected: he paid for Beast Boy's meal, too. He had no real reason other than the fact that he happened to have a lot of cash on him right now (acquired in a dubious manner--one the titan wouldn't approve of) and money wasn't a big deal with him. Not when he could just "find" some more. He stuffed the receipt he was given away and grabbed a couple of plates, shoving one into Beast Boy's hands before heading to the buffet himself.

Maybe the real reason he didn't have a problem with this was the fact that he never hated the Teen Titans to begin with. He loved their rivalry game; it was more fun than organized sports. He liked the thrill of doing just what he wanted and then escaping into the night. He didn't like getting defeated, true. But the fact of the matter was, unlike some of them, he really had nothing for or against the titans. He wasn't evil. He was just a casual criminal.

He thought of this as he scooped liberal amounts of food onto his plate, putting just about everything there was to eat onto it, piling it all on top of each other. He was starving, too. What could he say?

[Beast Boy]

The first thing Beast Boy saw when entering the place was the food. There were all sorts of delicious—and not so delicious—treats displayed before him. Yes, some he could see included meat, but not all. For the first minute or so, he stood there completely frozen, simply taking the reality—and the sweet smell—in. Really, his brain was working slower than normal now which was saying something. Whilst he just stood there, Kyd Wykkyd walked past him and paid for his meal. Then he paid for Beast Boy’s and shoved a plate into his hands. Wait…he just paid for him? “Uhh thanks…?” Yeah, he was surprised. Big shock. Kyd Wykkyd was a criminal and one would expect that type of a person to—well—refrain from paying. You know, criminal-y stuff? It was strange to merely see Kyd Wykkyd give-away money. The whole paying-for-Beast-Boy’s-meal thing just made it all the weirder.

After the period of shock was over—which surprisingly didn’t take long—, Beast Boy was scooping anything vegetarian and pilling it on his plate, his mouth watering whilst the amount of food increased. As soon as he was finished, he sat at the nearest seat and began to devour the food. He was simply much too hungry to bother being all Mr. Picky about where to sit. It really mattered little to him. All that mattered right now was satisfying his empty stomach. He just munched, munched and munched like some machine built solely for messy eating until all that was left was an empty plate and, for a minute, it looked like even that was going to be history.

Ah, it feels good to finally have a full stomach. There was silence. “Soooo…do you talk?” It had occurred to him that he really have not heard the dude say anything. He probably hadn’t really noticed this before since, every time the two had met, all that they’ve done was fight and silence during a battle wasn’t uncommon. There were dozens of villains he could name that he actually hadn’t heard say anything. “Not talking must be hard. I don’t think I can last a day without saying something.” How did one do it? Maybe it was a villain thing?

[Kyd Wykkyd]

The inevitable question came up. Did he talk? Kyd Wykkyd preferred leaving that a mystery and he left it at that. Besides, what would he say? He'd learned his life lessons on talking: people only heard what they wanted to hear. Even when people showed a genuine interest in your words, they tended to twist them later to their own benefit. In Kyd Wykkyd's world, actions spoke louder than words. There was nothing he couldn't do, just because he didn't speak. Ordering food? No problem. Just point the meal out. He wasn't too terribly picky, so he didn't need to say "Hold the pickles, hold the onions." He just didn't order anything with mushrooms--he hated mushrooms.

He was just as messy about eating as Beast Boy was. Manners were for girls and gentlemen--neither of which he considered himself. So he ate his fill, as fast and furious as the titan and let out a nice burp. Ah... A good meal in the middle of the night. He was bound to have indigestion later. Shrugging at Beast Boy's questions, he suddenly stood up and went over to the arcade section of the buffet. If there was one thing he loved more than a good meal, it was a good video game.

[Beast Boy]

Kyd Wykkyd didn’t say anything. Not even a “nope, I don’t speak”. Coming to think of it, though, it’s not too surprising. It only confirms Beast Boy’s suspicions. But how can someone even live without talking? Seriously, you’ll have an easier time convincing Beast Boy that he’s talking to a life-like ghost than a survivor of such extreme hardship. Didn’t he ever have an idea he wanted to publicize badly? Or objections to things that needed to be voiced? Was it seriously possible for someone to never talk? Apparently, Kyd Wykkyd could. Real weird.

Maybe he’s not a human? He could be some giant bat from an alternative universe. Yes, that’s it. That would explain his power too. The whole teleportation thing could have been how he got here. Maybe he communicated with his other alien bat friends by radiating silent messages or something. Kind of like that one move: The silent aliens invade . Wait…invade? Wasn’t that what the aliens did in that movie? Invade Earth? Possibly there are more alien-bat people like Kyd Wykkyd and THEY WANT TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD!!! No wonder he ignored his question. He didn’t want him to know. HA!

Remember how I said Beast Boy watches too much television? Yeah…it wasn’t an exaggeration.

Narrowing his eyes, Beast Boy stood up as Kyd Wykkyd did. He was trying to think of the best way to get the alien to confess of his origins. Never mind the fact that a silent alien wouldn’t be able to or that he probably wasn’t an alien . Beast Boy knew that he had to be sneaky and clever with it. It needed to be said in the perfect way at the perfect moment if it was going to work.

Then Kyd Wykkyd did something totally unexpected. He walked over to the arcade corner. Wait…THE ARCADE CORNER?? Beast Boy’s mouth dropped, his eyes glimmering at the sight of video games similar to when they spot the restaurant. “Duuuuuuuude!! There is an arcade in this place?” His mind was so focused on the food; he didn’t even notice the games until now. Like a bullet, he raced to Kyd Wykkyd’s side. “Oooo…Ambush of the Mutant Ninjas III! I totally kicked Cyborg’s butt in that one!” Yeah, so he totally didn’t. It wasn’t as impressive to say ‘didn’t’, so he decided to leave that highly insignificant word out. "Bet I can kick yours too."