IMPORTANT: This Fiction is unlikely to be updated for a long while, though i would love to hear people's opinions just on the first chapter. I am essentially posting this so one day i shall be forced to finish it. In all honestly i am not expecting much interest, but at the same time i have enjoyed writing this far more than anything for a while. I also may edit this chapter at a later date.

Disclaimer'd!!: None of the characters portrayed in this fiction are owned by me, because I'm a dirty dirty Otaku thief. I'm committing crimes on the same scale as genocide right now by using them without permission, and I promise their owner that if he/she wishes I will perform a sexual act on them to make up for the disgusting way I've started caring enough about their characters to write about them. Its despicable it really is, my showing interest in a show and possibly causing people to go out and pay for DVDs or merchandise, if you're reading you should track me down and hack me to death with an ice pick.

Ahem well that concludes the disclaimer.

Ok, so the whole starting point for this fiction was the idea that whilst people do make fictions of Rorek, they all seemed to be doing him oddly. He's charming to the point of creepy (not at all just Malchior doing whatever he can to escape), massively underpowered (this guy fought a Dragon to stalemate single-handedly) and insanely innocent for someone who apparently mastered the dark arts (at least enough to have every dark book ever written inside a magical portal in his journal). So I decided to write him how I'd think he'd be based more on his journal and his appearance.

In other words, break out the Chainsaw and we'll all head to Texas. (Only joking! He's still gonna be fairly normal, just a bit darker).

To explain this fiction, as well as the main story there will also be extracts from Rorek's diary, some of which will explain plot points, and some which will just help set his character up. Also, you're gonna have to take things as I give them, as I may be representing things differently than they are given. For example, I'm keeping Terra inside the statue, waiting to be released, and I may have to move around the order of events to fit (I'm not checking the episode guide every time I want to write something).

This story starts off a bit odd, because there's very little actual dialogue at first (its kinda impossible with the current situation) so you'll have to wait a while for me to get some proper writing on. Should start next chapter or so.

1st Entry:

Writing a journal was something that occurred to me not so long ago. All great wizards have taken it upon themselves to write at least a small summary of their lives, so i decided to do the same. So that perhaps future magic users seeking guidance may read and hopefully have their problems solved, learn about my life, or at least have a somewhat amusing read. However, i have a very roundabout sense of writing, so it will probably take a while for you to glean anything entirely useful.

I have defeated Dragons. Real Dragons, unlike the weak members of the species that occasionally show up, whom hardly deserve the capital D that they are usually given, and whom many armed with little more than a broadsword have slaughtered. I still remember the first real Dragon I ever defeated, not too long ago, but it seems like decades (that, and my memory is not excellent).

I rode back to Mullingstone victorious, the Elemental Dragon Glacies defeated, icy blood bottled out of my curiosity for an old legend I was planning on testing soon. Though the villagers had summoned me from many miles away to destroy the elemental Dragon who had plagued them, I found my arrival back at the town to be an uncelebrated event, and my payment difficult to extract. It was always the same wherever I went, I soon found. I would be called by a distant mayor to destroy a Dragon, or a Succubus, or lift an undead curse, something of the sort anyway. Yet when I had done the task they had begged of me my purpose was fulfilled, and they wanted nothing to do with me that didn't involve flames. It was villages with a mentality just like this one who had killed many of my colleagues before me.

The people of this age are hypocrites you must understand, they scream of devils whenever magical ability is shown, and spout religious nonsense and idiocies. Indeed, they even call on Priests whose only distinguishing trait is the ability to indoctrinate young & old alike, just to try and drive their evil spirits out. I have dealt with this mentality many times since my birth, and many times they have tried to deal with me. Fortunately I have always been strong enough to stop them, unlike a few of my poor brothers and sisters in magic. Many of who had no crimes beyond knowing how to mix herbs or undo the simplest hex. Obviously, this angers me.

I suppose you must know to fully understand how bad this is, the fact that I am one who is always in control of my emotions, a deeply needed act to protect others from my sorcery. For to let my feelings go for even a minute means that at the smallest pang of annoyance or anger my powers would snap a mans neck at a hundred paces. This happened many times when I was a small child.

The first time I came across such behaviour I was far younger, but I find time changes very little for me, so I think I would have done the same even now. A miniscule village was burning a girl of no more than eight for magical abilities beyond the comprehension of one her age. Her mother had apparently died in some tragic circumstance or another, and the village had taken it upon themselves to blame the girl because she had a strangely shaped birthmark on her wrist. Though I do not recall the exact shape.

As soon as I arrived I knew she was not skilled in Magic, in all fairness she probably wasn't even literate. I was able to keep my anger under control long enough to inform the villagers of this, and when they claimed I was to be killed with her I decided to do to them what they wished to do to the girl, and promptly burned the place to the ground. Happily the girl was adopted by a family who were unable to conceive in my home village, so everything worked out.

Some would claim my actions to be wholly virtuous, others would claim my acts were born only of revenge, and I only saved the girl as I remembered the troubles my childhood brought for someone who was truly gifted in magic. I have no idea which of the two is correct, and I don't really care.

So reader, be warned as you delve into this book. For the tales you have just started reading show my good deeds and my bad, and both are in equal measure. I will leave it to you to decide what moral alignment to pin to me , but personally I prefer to go without such things. One day perhaps I will meet a person who is similar to me, who walks the knife edge between the two choices, but it has often been said in jest that even if I did find such a person,

I would likely be forced out of profession to kill them.

- Rorek of Noll

Rorek stood, for the first time without continuous effort to control his book. Malchior had been stupid enough to attempt an escape, and now he was of insufficient power to fight for control of the spell book, leaving Rorek solely in charge. He himself was weakening, he admitted, the escape attempt had sapped much of his own power as he had been forced to pour more in to help whomever resealed the Dragon. Foolish, to try and use a high level and ancient curse on what was obviously their first time attempting any such spell. But he definitely still had some power, even after that.

And now, there was an opening. For years all that had kept him in the book was the fact that Malchior would get out too. Since the day he had sealed both himself and his opponent inside, that fact tormented him. But now, Malchior was too weakened to escape for a long while. He had been waiting for this mistake for over a thousand years, picking up knowledge, summoning books, writing books even, training his mind and honing his skills inside the magical dimension. And now, he would finally be free of this self inflicted prison, and explore this new world. Then, he would finish his quest, fight Malchior, and find out what had been happening in the last thousand years.

He would be free.

Raven sat in down on her bed and sighed. It was her personal time, ordinarily she used it for reading but lately she just couldn't read anything. Malchior's trickery had ended only a week before, and she almost constantly found herself in a state of depression. Never before had she had anyone call her beautiful, never before had anyone tried to love her, and when she realised it was all just a lie she had been devastated.

For a long time she had read about this incredible wizard from long ago, and the loneliness had sang out from her heart at the thought that once, somewhere, someone had been like her. It was a great comfort to a person who believed themselves alone in the world. To know the thoughts of a person, a male her age no less, who walked between light and dark, who had only a few - if very close - friends (though sadly, Rorek seemed to attend more funerals than parties), yet was not understood even by them. Who shrouded himself in mystery to protect all around him, and to shield himself from the prying eyes of others.

Now she'd never be able to finish the book, she'd never know how it ended, not after all the bad memories it brought. That just wasn't fair, it had been a really good read.

A knock at her door brought her from her thoughts, and she slowly rose to greet the intruder to her sanctum.

Many spells are extremely complex. Others, not so. For some, undoing the most complex spells require only a push in the right direction before they unravel at the magician's leisure.

This was not one of those spells.

It was not delicate. It was not precise. It was powerful, and that was all it was. So powerful it drained almost all of the Caster's magical energy - just to open a portal big enough to squeeze through.

Rorek knew he was probably considered among the greatest wizards of all time, so much he was granted the title of Sorcerer, a title not lightly given. It was because of this great ability that he was able to escape almost entirely unharmed, keeping all of his limbs, digits and manhood on his exit. A feat many others would not have accomplished.

"Oh… bloody hell."

The 80 foot fall onto hard jagged stone however, would require something more than skill to survive unharmed. Wings would be very good for starters.

Rorek was not in possession of these assets, and did not have the power left to fly, so when he landed he broke his leg, three ribs and was struck unconscious before he could finish counting the rest. Probably a good thing, considering it would give him something to do when he woke up.

Raven flinched as she stood to open the door, a loud voice penetrating the steel. o

"Hey Raven! You in there?" obviously he had become worried since she hadn't answered straight away.

"I'm here Robin." She opened the door. There the boy wonder stood in all his glory. Robin, the only other sensible person around. Seriously, everyone else was one step away from needing Ritalin. "Do you need something?"

"No, it's just… you haven't really come out of your room since…"

"Since I was betrayed and almost eaten by a Dragon pretending to be a wizard?" Blunt, it should have been her middle name, Robin couldn't help thinking.

"Yeah."

"Do you think there's something unusual about that?"

"…" The edge in Raven's voice warned him against saying anything to upset her.

"For a naturally quiet and reclusive person to want some time alone after a…" Raven was going to say break up, but that really didn't describe what had happened. "Betrayal. You think that's odd?"

"Well… a week of solitude is pretty odd. And... I have no idea what you're eating."

"I go out at night for food."

"I see..." Robin said all his words carefully, like he was trying to calm a gunman. "Raven?"

"Yes?"

"That seems like its going beyond the realm of wanting time to yourself. Its more like social isolation. I mean, what do you do in there?"

"I do enough."

"That isn't an answer."

"We can discuss this later." Raven shut the door, but it couldn't cut off the last sentence.

"You'll have to come out soon."

"Maybe that's so. But for now I'll stay."

Rorek woke up and groaned. Typical, just typical. He was supposed to emerge somewhere near the book, but it had never occurred to him someone could be keeping it in a tower. He looked up from the ground. It was a stupidly shaped tower at that, unsound structure and a ridiculous amount of glass. In a battle it would be easily taken. The shape of a T, the architect must have been insane. One catapult, or whatever they used now, would knock the whole thing down. Not like his old tower. That particular building could, and had, survived countless sieges. and firing a catapult at it was like trying to attack a bear armed soley with a very small kitten, in a bag.

The pain was nothing compared to the disappointment he felt for his pitiful re-emergence into the world, especially the first words he had chosen to utter. In fact, the pain made him feel pretty good. The fact he could feel everything individually assured him he was still in one piece. The novelty of feeling pain again would soon wear off, and though he had always had a high tolerance of it, he knew he'd have to heal himself, or risk inconvenient consequences. Like Death, for instance.

Rorek tried to sit up and found himself bending far too easily for his liking, and then found out why. The large piece of armour he usually wore had been vaporised in its use as a magical conduit, though happily the metal gloves and shoes remained. They did a fantastic job of stopping the broken bones in his limbs moving around too much. He had bought two sets of armour from the same blacksmith a long time ago, keeping the other pair as a spare. But the odds of it still being around after so long were next to none. It was a shame, both sets had been made especially for him, and enchanted by a few of his close friends as a gift. Rorek smiled under his cloak. That had been his birthday, probably one of the few he had happy memories of, the combined cause of this being common murders of his friends, and the repeated blows to the head by Dragons.

Expending so much energy on the portal had prevented him from using any sort of spells on the way down, and flight had been out of the question. But now hours had passed, and his energy had recovered just enough for him to repair some of the worst damage that had been done. The wizard was covered with a soft white glow, which he hoped wouldn't be visible to whomever lived in that tower.

Once he was healed enough he'd need to get off this strange island. On his current power he could not hope to fight Malchior, and if he waited around to regenerate it there was a high likelihood of Malchior locking on to such a familar power signature and leeching excess energy from him. If that happened, the other being's power would return far more quickly than his ever could, and he would escape from the book easily. If a fight broke out between them, the Dragon's natural strength would easily overpower whatever energy he had managed to scrape together by then.

Yes, he would have to escape, but this was easier said than done. Unfortunately, a quick scouting of the area showed the island did not seem to hold bridges or boats of any kind, and he presumed only the Tower's inhabitants would know how to escape.

He would have to find a way of getting that information from them.

Raven was meditating, or at least, she was trying to. But for now she could not clear her minds of her thoughts and instead was left with wondering why exactly she had sent Robin away. She was always a lonely person, for even in her homeland she was considered weird, and eventually it had become her habit to drive others away. It made sense, no one could possibly understand her situation, so why bother letting them try?

So whenever anyone offered comfort they would be sent away, even when she wanted it. It was cruel to her friends, whom always tried to include her. Robin was the worst of them all, he didn't encourage her to do things he knew she'd hate, he did one worse than that. He asked her to do things she'd enjoy, he wanted her to have fun and he knew how to accomplish it. Which made saying no even more painful.

He didn't seem to understand that she couldn't have emotions. They controlled her powers. The only ones that didn't seem to explode everything around her were the more sombre emotions like loneliness, sorrow, guilt. And even these occasionally manisfested themselves as some sort of strange illusions from time to time. She told him again and again, but he just carried on clueless, like if they were with good intentions it wouldn't matter.

Yes, it was true. She was being harassed by a handsome, athletic and intelligent young man in tights. That was more proof of her differences to normal people. She was pretty sure most girls would murder at the drop of a hat for that chance.

"Calling all Titans, we have an intruder inside the Tower. Meet at the main room." Robin's voice called over intercom, and Raven stood up slowly, not wanting to see her friends yet. A part of her mind thought perhaps Robin was making it up simply to get her out of her room, but she knew he wouldn't do something like that.

With a sigh, she opened the door and walked to her doom.

The other Titans made a really big show of not being surprised when she walked through the door and sat down on the couch. But being an empath she could see through it almost immediately. Raven was glad everyday she wasn't a telepath instead, emotions were one thing but constantly knowing what people were thinking? It would probably drive her insane. It was a good thing powerful telepaths were rare.

"Is it the H.I.V.E.?" She asked. It had been a while since the H.I.V.E. Five had shown up, they weren't even performing their usual petty crimes, so the Titans had automatically assumed them to be planning something.

"If it is, they got a new member." Beast Boy told her. She turned her attention to the Monitor screen in the middle of the room, and saw a looping black and white video. It showed someone in a long dark cloak looking upwards at the camera. The picture was far too blurry to make out anything apart from the fact he (or possibly she considering the long white hair) seemed to have his face covered by something. The figure's eyes began to glow and he flicked his hand at the camera, a bolt of energy being sent into it and smashing it. The camera fell at an angle, its screen broken, but they were still able to see the figure walk off and then disappear into thin air.

"And only the cameras have seen him?" If Raven was surprised at the way the intruder had vanished in front of them, she didn't show it to the other Titans.

"Yeah. He's moving around too much for a visual, and im not even sure going outside is a good idea." Robin replied, glad that she was being her strong self again. Even if it was her emotionless self. "He set off one of the laser trip wires, since then he's been disappearing and reappearing every where. One minute he's at one side of the Tower, the next he's behind it."

"Why would he not wish to come in?" Starfire asked.

"He's trying to lure us out. Its obvious. That's why Robins so uncomfortable with leaving the Tower." Cyborg stated quietly, already annoyed about how many of his cameras were being destroyed. "I say we go out and teach him what happens."

"Isn't that just what he wants?" Beast Boy cocked his head. "Seems kinda dumb to just go out there."

"We'll have to. Who knows what damage he could do if we don't confront him." Raven said. Robin stayed silent, thinking of a plan.

"Ok, split up and position yourselves around the tower. If whoever this is shows up, try and signal the others and stop him leaving."

The tower's occupants had come outside, and split up. Just as he thought they would, though there were far less than he had been expecting out of this fortress. Oh well, divide and conquer worked with any amount of people, except one of course. Except what he needed was not to defeat them, he needed information. His primitive invisibility spells were limited by his current strength, but he could still run circles around them until he got an opportunity to read their minds.

With the speed he was going they probably thought his disappearing act was teleportation, he was being surprisingly swift, especially with such an injured leg.

The first one he met was a teenage boy green, covered head to toe in green fur. He had not noticed him sneak up behind to study him, and he was in a perfect place for his telepathy. But at his weakened state there would have to be close physical contact in order for the mind probe to work, and with this one he would rather not. It wasn't his appearance as such, he had met many strange looking things in his time and this was not the worst, nor was it even particularly unpleasant. But he had only thought of one way of getting one of them to touch him without struggling too much as he read their mind, and… he did not wish to try it on a male.

He was ok with a lot of things, including giving understanding to people who were born that way inclined, but he himself was not going to do that when there were at least two females he could try the trick on.

"Yes. Just one kiss, and I will have what I need." The sentence slipped out before he could stop himself, and the green furry boy turned around and screamed at the top of his lungs before realising nothing was there. Or rather, nothing that he could see.

Oh well, onto the next one.

"Anyone seen him yet?" Raven heard Robin ask over the communicator. So far it had been quiet, adding credence to the theory that all the intruder wanted was to lure them outside.

"Nope, checking the training ground now and he's not here. Few more smashed cameras though." Cyborg remarked angrily.

"I'm behind the tower. I… thought I heard something before. But apart from that nothing." Beast Boy reported.

"I have taken position on the roof to look for him. I cannot see anything unusual." Starfire said.

There was a long expectant pause, which culminated in Robin's hesitant voice.

"Raven? Its your turn to report." She rolled her eyes, though they couldn't see it and was about to answer when something caught her eye. The dark dressed girl would have bet money that she had just seen the air in front of her move. Almost like the haze things got when it was hot. But here it was approaching midnight, far too cold for that.

"Hang on a second." She continued to stare, and again she saw the haze in front of her. It looked like light was being bent in thin air. She stared for several minutes, unsure of what to do.

"Urm… Raven? I said its your turn." When she reached out to push her finger through the illusion, she hit something hard. And then a voice seemed to echo around her.

"Yes, yes it is." She froze at the voice, which sounded so incredibly similar to one that had betrayed her.

"Who the crap is that?"

She could only stand there wide eyed, as the blur leant in and kissed her firmly.

Rorek had looked over each one of the inhabitants. One, a green fuzzy… thing. Two, a agile looking teenager in oddly coloured clothing. Three, a heavy set dark skinned man with machines grafted to him. Four, a scantily clad woman who had been flying around out of his reach. And lastly, the one he saw before him. She had frozen from his sudden speech, but he decided not to turn his cloak off. It would be easier to keep it on. Over her communicator her allies questioned his arrival, and there was no doubt they would arrive soon. This would have to be quick.

Moving closer, she came into focus and he almost gasped. Porcelain skin covered with a dark robe, and two eyes that were fearful of his presence, but which still held conviction. She was very pretty, if somewhat different looking from the normal peasant females he was used to dealing with. If anything, she looked like one of the females who used to learn magic from various Wizards back before he had sealed himself inside the book. Reaching out, Rorek found he could feel her magical power easily, confirming suspicions.

Oh well, it would only make it slightly harder to extract information. He leant in, and with only some reluctance, kissed her firmly. As the surprise mingled in her mind, all mental barriers fell down and he was able to reach into her knowledge, never going further than the most basic things. Working on a power driven time limit, he sucked out all the basic knowledge that she deemed most valuable and stored it for later use. However, his scientific personality couldn't help but sneak a peak into some of it. Light switches, the internal combustion engine, automatic doors, microwaves. Such an odd assortment of things her mind assured him was vital.

Clothing styles had presumably changed, yet this girl was going against the definitions of her gender by not being concerned by fashions, and thus any knowledge of that was minimal at best. Yet she enjoyed such things as 'Horror Movies', which as far as he could ascertain were moving pictures about people being killed in disturbingly graphic (and quite impressively inventive) ways.

Entertainment had come a long way from when he had been around, that was for sure.

Primarily Raven was an empath, a sensor of emotions. However she was not completely insensitive to telepathy, and so she could tell what this person was doing. Sucking out her knowledge, even if it was useless basic stuff. Obviously he was powerful if he could do this whatever his strength, but she could feel how weak he was at the moment. He was in urgent need of rest to recover his powers. Meaning she should have been able to push him off and defeat him.

But she couldn't. From the moment she heard the voice, the charming but reserved British accent she was so familiar with, she could not move. It had to have been a trick, him reaching into her mind and pulling out a memory that would subdue her, but even so… she could not tell her body to move using only that logic. And as much as she would have liked to have fooled herself, this kiss was more than enjoyable.

It was after all, her first.

The moment he had heard that voice, Robin had sprinted for Raven's position on front of the tower. Other Titans were following he knew, but so far the only one that had caught up had been Cyborg.

"There she is!" towards his long time friend and drove a kick to the shimmer standing in front of her, far more visible with Cyborg shining a light on it. It had almost looked like the two were… kissing though.

His foot connected and the intruder was thrown away roughly, only to land a few meters away. Whatever camouflage he had been using failed, and Robin found himself looking at a teenager, only a few years his senior. They froze looking at him as Raven fell to one knee, trying to recover her wits from what she convinced herself was only a side effect from the mind probing, and not from the kiss.

They had seen a lot of weird looking people in their careers. But this one was high on the list. Skin even whiter than Ravens only exposed across the top of his face, everything else covered by a dark black cloak and a black scarf which might have been attached. A long mane of white hair fell down his shoulders and two eyes poked out from above the scarf. So lightly coloured they could have been glowing, with the unsettling feeling they were doing more than just seeing like normal eyes did.

"You would be a fool to attack me again." The voice didn't seem to actually come from him, rather it seemed to echo around them. Like a ventriloquist's voice might be thrown. Robin would have wondered why this was, but was too absorbed in staring.

"What did you do to Raven jerk?" Cyborg shouted at him, his arm cannon opening.

"Yeah!" Robin took out one of his boomerangs. "If you've hurt her I swear I'll -"

"I have don't nothing to your Maiden, not compared to what I shall do to you." He interrupted. Slowly one hand was brought up, and as his eyes began to glow brilliant white, a ball of energy formed in his palm. His opponents moved back and braced to dodge the energy bolt. Rorek moved his arm back to throw it, before it crackled and began to die as he realised he didn't have enough power to use it.

"Looks like someone ran out of juice. Luckily I've got plenty of power." Cyborg brought his gun up to aim it.

"Ah, but what is having that power, if you cannot see anything to aim it at?" The wizard brought the still crackling hand in front of him, and covered his eyes with his other arm.

"Wha-" Was the only thing Cyborg could get in before the world exploded into white as the magic discharged as light instead. Sound remained however, and the two easily heard the intruder running past them, before the door to the tower was opened and he ran inside.

Rorek followed the girl's mental map subconsciously, angry at himself for trying to take on an enemy when so weakened. Cloaking came quite easily to him, even the telepathy was easy, but he had spent almost all his recovered power on healing himself, and there hadn't been much of that to start. Still, he was lucky he was able to use the energy bolt as a distraction, even if he was unable to use it for a weapon.

According to that girl, there were only a small number of ways to get off the island. But it seemed the tunnel at the base of the tower was his best bet. It had a number of vehicles in it, he would rather run but his leg would be permanently damaged if he kept up such athletic endeavours for now. So he would have to use the woman's limited knowledge and figure out how to drive one of them when he got down there.

The mental map lead him into a small room, and for a moment he had no idea why it had. He was taking the route she would have taken, as the map allowed him to travel this place like it was his own home. However, he did not know the layout exactly, and had to rely on instinct to guide him. For example, he knew it was on Basement Floor 2, but he had no idea where that was. However, if he wished to get there, he would simply need to follow what felt right and he would turn up.

Blinking lights caught his attention and he looked to them. They were simply numbers. However, where 0 should have been there was instead G, and where minus numbers might be there were only B1, B2, B3 and B4.

With a raised eyebrow he touched the one that said B2 and the door behind him closed. Then he felt the room begin to move downwards.

"What is wrong with using stairs? The people of today are most lazy." His eye twitched as cruel realisation found its way into his mind, and his voice came out bitter and sarcastic. "Oh excellent, I sound like my grandfather. What joy."

"Friends? Why do you partake in the funny dancing at a time like this?"

"Star? I think they're having seizures…" Beast Boy pushed his foot into Robin, who was writhing around on the floor like he was trying to put out a fire on his back.

"Beast Boy?" He asked from the floor.

"Are you ok man? Stop moving around so much."

"I can't help it! I can't see a thing and my eyes are killing me!" Beast Boy looked to the other Titans, Cyborg was doing much the same as Robin, but Raven simply sat there, her eyes closed tightly.

"He's trying to escape. I think he's gone down to the garage. We'll catch up when his blind trick wears off." Raven told them.

"Very well. Come Beast Boy, we must capture him." Starfire flew into the building, barely giving Beast Boy time to run after her.

Ok. Vehicles had definitely changed. Not that he had ever used them, but every so often a new book would wash up into the magical library stored inside his journal, and he would be able to see something of the modern world. The last time something pertaining to transport had arrived was over a hundred years ago and from then the only similarity appeared to be that people still used wheels.

The… car he believed it was called now, was polished grey metal, with blue patterns done across it. He definitely wasn't going to take that, he'd be far too worried about its large size. On the other hand, the only other vehicle seemed to be a voice activated two wheel machine, painted red and looking very unfriendly to a learner driver. Plus the key his newly acquired knowledge informed him started the grey and blue car was right inside it.

So yes, on second thoughts, he would take it.

Rorek got inside the car and sat in front of the wheel. Next he put in the keys and turned them. The machine started up and lights began to blink at him, most of them labelled with nonsense terms he didn't understand. However, a few experiments informed him that he didn't ever want to press any again, because almost every one did something he didn't like, and all of them something he didn't need.

Like the mysteriously labelled 'CD Player' which seemed at first to translate into 'Supersonic enemy deafening device' but which he then deciphered into 'Bad Music played at stupidly high volumes'. If this was what everyone listened to today he would rather take his own life now. The lyrics had started out as such:

I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist
And a round thing in your-

It was at this point he had driven his fist through it. It died, but he would have preferred it to have suffered for the atrocities it had committed to normal sound.

"People today don't know music it seems." His brow furrowed with annoyance. "Excellent." The voice was bitter and sarcastic. "Another grandfather moment to treasure. How pleasant."

"Stop right there!" He looked around to see the green furred boy and the floating woman at the rooms entrance.

"Why?" Rorek asked whilst checking over the car and familiarising himself with the layout.

"Because… Um. Star? Tell him why." The girls eyes began to glow green. A definite warning sign.

"Because he will be destroyed if he does not cease this."

"What she said."

"Well, I'm terribly sorry. But I really cannot hang about." The car started, and went from 0 to 60 in the blink of an eye. All they could do was stand there with their mouths open as he stole Cyborg's most precious possession. Then they realised they hadn't done anything to stop it, and shrieked.