It was an alley, just like any other alleyway really. The walls were made of sun drenched yellowed granite and a half melted metal trash can was in front of me. That was the only odd thing about my situation. Across the street in front of me was a sharp drop into an ocean.

"Hey, wake up you two." And I lightly nudged both of my companions with my foot. They groaned in response. "C'mon, stand up, it helps with the headache." It really didn't, I just wanted them on their feet.

Starfire stood up, rubbing the top of her head. "Where are we?"

"I got nothing. Is this Jump City, in some sort of yellow granite district."

"I do not believe that we are in the city, the sun is in a different position than when we left." I looked up and sure enough it was. I had missed that detail.

"Dudes, didn't you notice. Control Freak's remote zapped us to some movie or TV show." BeastBoy stood up, lost his balance and stumbled to the stone wall. "Whoa, sorry, and I've got a pretty good idea which-" and he stopped.

I had been checking my firearms while he spoke, so I didn't notice the look on his face. Starfire did however. "BeastBoy, what is the matter?"

I turned and saw a look of complete and total horror plastered on his face. I swear he got greener.

I followed his line of sight and saw he was looking behind the melted trashcan from his sideways viewpoint. I whipped out my mossberg and hopped on the ruined trashcan, pointing down behind the can with it.

It was a body, and a confusing body at that. He was covered in burns, but none of them were severe. Maybe just really painful first degree burns, like if you brushed up against some hot metal. Strangely enough whatever had cooked this guy had been hot enough to melt the trash can and blacken the rock around him.

The smell of charred flesh was almost gone, and no rot had taken hold yet. There weren't even flies here yet. I placed his time of death to be between thirty minutes and an hour. Lot's of experience with corpses had finally paid off.

I turned back at BeastBoy and Starfire. "I think we can assume that this world is violent. Starfire, your the senior Titan here, what do we do?"

She pondered this for a moment, placing the tip of her finger on her mouth and looking up in thought. "Um, Robin would tell us to fan out and search."

"Alright." I dashed out into the street, Starfire close behind me. BeastBoy hesitated where he was for a minute before he turned into a hawk and flew straight up..

We didn't have to go far to find something. In the middle of the street were obvious signs of a battle. A big jeep was flipped onto it's side and still on fire, leaning against the guardrail of the water. A streetlight was smashed to bits against a building. Almost the entirety of the street was covered in black burns.

There were bodies laying about, but I couldn't get an actual number until I searched. These guys had burns far worse than the other guy. Each one had at least second degree burns. Enough scorch marks to actually kill a man.

I told Starfire to stay put andmoved forward to investigate the scene. Nearest I could tell there were ten different bodies. I flipped one that had his back burned pretty much off over and saw that he had a military uniform on, but from what branch I couldn't tell. He had a few medals on his shirt and a pair of dog tags. The tags read 'Benjamin Krivanos' I ripped them off and shoved them in my pocket.

In Ben's hand was an odd gun. I narrowed my gaze and pried his fingers off of it.

It looked like a side loading automatic with an extendablearm brace and a thumb grip. There was a second handle further down the stock to control automatic fire. It was sleek and heavy. A good gun.

BeastBoy touched down next to me and morphed back into an elf. He gave me a bewildered look.

"What's up BeastBoy."

"I recognize that gun."

"How, not even I recognize this thing."

"That's the M7 caseless Submachine gun. Oh man, I just figured it out."

"What?"

"We're not in a TV show, or even a movie. Control Freak zapped us into a video game!"

"THAT'S RIGHT TITANS!"

A giant purple vehicle that hovered a foot and a half off the ground tore out of the alleyway we had just come out of. A hatch opened up and a grossly obese man with a red mullet poked his fat head out. He held in his hands a radio that I guess was hooked up to a speaker system in the vehicle.

"But not just any video game grunts. You've been transported into a terrifying and gritty future, where the only thing you have to look forward to is death at the hands of armies of zealous aliens. Where all you have to survive with are your wits. Yes, truly you have been brought to the greatest first person shooter ever!"

"Doom III?"

Control Freak looked pissed "NO you flood baby, HALO 2! The most in depth and thrilling video game ever. I couldn't beat youwith movies, I couldn't beat you with the magic of television, but here, you'll die like noobs on legendary. So long Titans!"

The hatch closed and the vehicle started to hover backwards. I lunged at the thing, intent on ripping off that hatch and then beating the fat man into one giant bruise. Then the tank started hurling electrified bolts of plasma at me from turrets mounted on it's fins.

I didn't remember it being able to do that, so I backed off. Starfire flew up high and peppered the thing with green bolts. Control Freak swerved his tank and fired more plasma bolts at the alien, coming remarkably close to hitting her. BeastBoy saw his chance and darted in as a cheetah, sliding under the thing and morphing into an elephant.

The sudden rise flipped over the Wraith, yeah that's it's name. I could hear Control Freak shouting what sounded like "A button" over and over again. Then jets of blue flame shot out of the back of the thing and it shot forward, flipping over on the curb.

It was my turn. I darted forward, claw out and shield charged. I deflected a flurry of plasma bolts and hopped atop the behemoth and drove my claw into the hull once, then twice, then a third time. I was tearing myself a nice little hole.

It belched forth a ball of plasma as big as a minivan from a turret on the back of it. I was so close that the heat blistered my skin and fried my hair. I gasped in pain and collapsed onto the frame of the tank.

Control Freak did that boost thing again and I tumbled over the rear of the thing and thudded on the concrete with a loud oof. The plasma bomb blew BeastBoy back like he was a house of cards. Starfire was well out of the blast radius however. Her eyes glowed bright green and she shot forth twin beams of emerald that tore a great rent in the Wraith's armor. This did little to deter it however.

The fat man turned the turrets back on Starfire while slowly backing up.

I couldn't see what happened next because my vision was obscured by the bulk of the tank that I was still laying behind, and it was backpedaling towards me. The only thing I could do was mutter "Fuck" before it overtook me.

It was a curious feeling, being under the tank. Rather than a crushing death feeling, it was more like a fat child was standing on every inch of my body, which is a feeling I can deal with.

I looked at the underside of the monstrocity, and smirked. I saw wires, tubes, containers, in general, mechanical stuff. Stuff that could be broken.

I wryly thought to myself "So, the beast has a soft underbelly.". I clung to the underside and went to work.

The tank continued it's trip, shooting at Starfire as a trail of destroyed parts formed in it's wake. BeastBoy was just at that point recovering from his flight.

The tank suddenly stopped firing, and then slowed. Starfire stopped shooting at this point, puzzled. A stream of smoke poured from the tank's back and it started to violently shake. Only when a piece that vaguely looked like an engine fell out did the thing finally stop moving. Starfire touched down and looked at the machine quizzically. BeastBoy came up behind her.

The hatch slidopen and the two of us flew out of the Wraith and landed next to the two Titans. I had tunneled through the mass of the tank to the cockpit, right under Control Freak's butt.

I healed my cuts and spat out some of what passes for motor oil around here. It tasted like cotton candy and Windex. Ignoring the burning in my mouth I said "Alright fatass, get us out of your fantasy realm."

He smiled widely and sat up. "Nuh uh, no way Titans. Not until you see all that my world has to offer. The realm of digital entertainment is a beautiful place to those who know what to look for. And to those who don't, well, you've figured that out already haven't you?"

"Stop talking in circles!" I grabbed his collar and shook him violently. "Just tell us how we get out of here."

BeastBoy piped up. "His remote, we need his remote to get out of here."

I patted down Control Freak, quickly finding the remote in his pocket. It looked like a minature version of what brought us here. I moved like I was going to pass it to BeastBoy, thought about my decision, then gave it to Starfire. BeatBoy pouted.

Starfire fiddled with the thing for a few seconds before it made a sound that resembled a loud fart and shut off. She looked at the thing like it bit her.

"Ahh, you found my security system. Good luck getting through it Titans, only I know the code. Don't worry, once I'm done here I'll leave, and when I do you'll automatically come with me. Or, what's left of you anyway! Haha, HAHAHA- GAH!"

Control Freak suddenly stopped his loud, raucous laughter because five inches of polished gun barrel was jammed in his mouth. His eyes went as wide as dinner plates. "Get us out now, or you'll have yet another hole to shovel food into."

He twitched, and I heard a faint click from his pocket. I pulled the gun out of his mouth and pistol whipped him like the bitch he was. He was out like a light. BeastBoy and Starfire looked horrified.

"What?" As I set down his limp frame and fished a device from his pocket.

It was a plain disc of metal with a flashing, faintly beeping light on it.

"What the hell is this."

Starfire leaned in, looking at the device curiously. "Hmm, it reminds me of the tracker that is installed in our clothes."

"So this thing is signaling something?"

"It is a possibility."

"Uh, dudes..." The green boy poked me.

"Quiet BeastBoy. Is there any way we can read the signal. Follow it back to whatever it is he's contacting."

"I believe that such a function is built into our communicators."

"Dudes..." BeastBoy started to pull on my sleeve.

"Knock it off BeastBoy. Well how do we access that-"

BeastBoy near shouted in my ear "DUDES!"

"WHAT?" I shouted back. BeastBoy was pointing off to the side, down the street. I looked.

They looked weird at best. Seven feet tall if they were stretched out, only six and a half hunched over like they were. Giant hooves for feet at the end of long, strong looking legs. Their faces were hunched over with a gaping mouth andfour spiked tentacles leading out of it. All seven of them were totally covered in blue, red, and white armor, even the mouth tentacles. Fourteen beady eyes scowled at me while mouth tentacles slightly twitched.

"Holy crap, their Elites..."

Starfire quietly whispered. "BeastBoy, do you know these beings?"

"Yeah."

"Are they friendly?"

It was at that point that I became aware of the glowing purple items in each of their hands, except for the white one who carried a thin bar of metal. He flicked it and a blade entirely comprised of energy flashed into being.

BeastBoy answered "No..."

Rolling waves of plasma poured at us.