Cyborg

This is a love story. Not the kind you think though. For the alternative universes had these two collide together in unlikely positions. Unlikely circumstances. Too much of a fellowship of the brothers than what we think meets the eye. War is what they were bred for. War is what they served to give. War is what Cyborg was reminisce of.

Cyborg ran across through the mist covered forest endeavored in bleeding shadows of the luminous pine trees. One would think the aura would new peaceful and beautiful, but only from a safe distance from the paintings they were captured in. Not actually running through a war zone made of man, machine, and beast.

Afraid of nothing, he ran for about eighty yards into the deeper fog and slid down a hill yonder the boulders that had waters of a river gushing through like a cherry and it's blossom being crushed under a soldier's boot. Cyborg crouched on his knee and aimed at the fog. His back was exposed, but it was only exposed to the warm ticklish fog that brushed a shivering sweat against his metal neck and a kiss on his flesh.

No fear as he allowed his arm to aim without shaking into the white humid noren. He took deep breaths as he held his weapon from his body. His metallic fist morphed into a blaster with a blue light humming dull music from it's barrel. Cyborg let another deep breath escape his lips.

A pair of feet were running towards him. He aimed more intently. Suddenly, a form appeared in a silhouette of a small woman. She was wearing a kimono that were imprinted with flowers and bright pink colours. She had outstretched arms as she ran to hug him. They were about ten feet apart. Beast Boy felt a tear well up in his human eye. He was looking at his wife. The one who loved him when he was hurt.

No one had given him as much affection as she had. His sweet little Mulan. Brave and kind as well as willing to kill herself should she be forced into a becoming a concubine. She was his and there she was on the battle feild. Running for him and he was surprised he wasn't running to her.

Yet, she wasn't real. Cyborg fired and put a hole in her chest. She fell to the ground with blood soaked clothes. Her kimono was torn and exposed her flesh to the rotten sky and everything it stood for on the back of Atlas should that myth ever be true. Falling without reason, Cyborg caught her body. Her eyes were not their usual bright green. They were dead and a dull orange. This was another Cyborg trying to hunt him down. He was no fool. He had seen his wife executed.

Hell bent on staying alive, Cyborg turned and kept running after dropping the shape shifter's body. He jumped over the rocks and evaded whatever lied behind him. He ran to a cliff and jumped down fifteen feet. While his cybernetic half withstood the impact, his human foot sprained. He fell down into the stream and crawled under a log so that he may be hidden.

Eventually, he heard multiple Cyborgs run past him. They did not see him and they must've been hurried as they did not see his heat signature under the wood. Cyborg took a deep breath and rested for about two minutes before he felt another presence in the vicinity.

Little did he know it was friendly. It was a tiny puppy. It pressed up against him and licked his face. Cyborg brushed the dog aside. The dog pressed forth and Cyborg once again pushed the dog off. The dog finally decided to pounce on him and lay on his chest. Unable to move his arm as it was pinned under his back and his other arm just so happened to be a gun right now, he decided to let the puppy sleep on him.

Personally, he had no problem with the dog, but it became evidently clear that the dog was going to stay with him, he became weary of the two pounder on his chest. He shifted and the dog suddenly morphed into a kitten and jumped off him. Cyborg went very still as he witnessed some type of magic happen before his eyes. He may have been hallucinating about his deceased wife, but this was something totally new.

Cyborg rolled over the log with his shoulder and aimed at the cat with his gun. The kitten looked up at him and opened his mouth like a new, but words came from his mouth instead.

"Whoa bro! That's totally awesome! How did you do that?"

"You can talk?" Cyborg scrunched his eyebrows.

"Yeah. But how did you get a gun for a hand?"

"I uhh, I'm a cyborg. Name is Cyborg actually," Cyborg said switching his gun for his metal hand. "Nice to meet you."

"My name is Beast Boy," the cat said. It began to morph into a large dog. A Lab, a Shepard, and then a Dane. Then it took the form of a frisky fourteen year old boy. Maybe even thirteen. Beast Boy held out his hand and Cyborg shook it weakly.

"So, I'm really really smart and you are just the kind of person I need to spill my confidence out."

"Well, um. Sure. What do you need my help with?"

"Well, I want to go on the biggest adventure ever. And you're going to help me!"

"How?"

"I'm glad you asked bro. So I found this device and I'm from a different planet. I come from Earth and I was in a team just with someone identical to you. I need your help getting back to that planet. Think you can be a big strong guy for me and let's say I bring you back with me."

Cyborg cocked his head in disbelief. A way out. Never heard of before, but this was his chance.

"I'm in," Cyborg said.

"Good, now let's tune this too a good place so that I can-"

A blinding light overtook them and suddenly they were standing in a much more colorful planet than usual. Well, if planets were normally neon pink, green, blue, full of kittens, and alien princesses fighting.

To Be Continued…