BIG MOUNTAIN
MATRIX TITAN CHAPTER FOUR: CLOSE YOUR EYES (AND COUNT TO FUCK), VERSE TWO.
"I am disappointed Victor. To be precise, I am disappointed in you."
Pragmatically torn whether he was dreaming, or something else when for sure he was not dead at any stretch of the matter. He knows the difference all too well. Joisting his head up just to make sure, only to see the very thing he had not seen since the violent departure of star labs, his restored body. Restored, but different to a certain degree, as if it's gone through several different phases of intense powder coating configuration before being perfected to clear black. Incapable at gaining any further response from his inactive body when drifting through the calm river stream to god knows where. Enduring the dark humid scenery of the hush amazons. Much darker than he had used to seeing, as if this type of darkness has never discovered the comfort of light. And to his great detriment, was force to listen to the sinful echoes of an all too familiar voice.
"I am disappointed Victor. To be precise, I am disappointed in you.
"The deep tinted voice filled with malice continued to induced his ears. Being in bed with animosity is nothing new. He was used to this sort of thing since birth, and of course never been close with his parents is one hell of a contributor.
"I am disappointed Victor. To be precise, I am disappointed in you."
Unable to take the verbal punishment as the voice of his father begun to repeat itself faster like a swirling vortex, before it begun to fades itself. The heavy thudded mechanical footsteps, that tore through the shallow streams, dang his earlobes. His line of breathing was at a chokehold, after the dark appearance of the cybernetic self have peer itself over to Cyborg. Blinded by the intense glow of the figures pine green optics when speaking down on the juvenile state of Cyborg.
"Defect contained."
"Okay, so I ain't dead, thanks for the update." Cyborg intently crass to the dark cybernetic half." Mind telling me of where am I at, and just who are you?"
"I am the real you before becoming an astray anomaly after the failed immersion operation. Success was assured towards bringing me to the physical plains before rejection have occur, due to the neurotic behavior of your sub conscious." He said. Leaving Cyborg to be bombed with more questions than he could handle." The immersion procedure is still an extant progression. However, for it to be continued towards completion, a certain access code must be acquired."
"Well sorry to break whatever the hell you have that's keeping you going, but if you're asking me weather I have it on me, then you might as well just delete yourself because I don't." Cyborg barked to the indifferent dark half."
"Correction Victor, I am not denoting myself through you to be free, because the person you are familiar with, will provide the required provisions for me." The dark cybernetic titan said. And through his deep quietude presence, melts himself down with the dark river, with Cyborgs entire frame being dissolve to mist." We shall meet again." Was the last word that echoes within the dark, before Cyborgs own misty conscious combust upwards towards the gray thunderous clouds.
"FAMILIAR WHAT!?" Cyborg angrily scorch after shooting himself awake from the internal purgatory. Swaying his explosive outburst to the side for placid means, and through his miserable gruff, slowly tilted his head downward to see the thick power cable from the main power supply unit, that was currently being attached to his metal chest. The light beeping rhythmic wave coming from the advance equipment that sooth his ears, was the thing he needed to assure himself that he was back in his dimly lit room of the T-tower.
Taking an awkward note of his lab bed being flat than the normal horizontal position that he was comfortable with. Not surprised at all, since they must've rush him into his room. Inspecting his damage cybernetic frame with a flat look. Trying to think back with effort of the battle they all went through.
Trying his upmost damnedest of saving his teammates from taking a salvage first class beating at the hands of these machines, before being knocked out of the blue by his own body. Dwelling himself downwards as he could only imagine that his team were more in a worse shape than his battered frame. Although if he had to think back, this was not the first time his body has started to go out of whack, and leading to an eventual shut down. No, that honor goes to Fixit.
Fixit, a sentient machine who tries to persuade him towards abandoning of what's left of his remaining humanity, by making him a complete perfect cybernetic machine. He understood where Fixit was coming from, but at the end did not share Fixit ideologies, and outright refuse his request, in which Fixit did not take his rejection lightly before shutting him down by force, and foregoing the operation against his will.
Eventually at the end, things had turn out fine between them, however looking back after gotten through with his routine self-maintenance check, he soon came to discovered by accident that the force shut down sequence was not trigger by Fixit period, but by someone else after realizing that only he could perform such a feat, in case his cybernetics gets out of hand, and the person who implanted the artificial parts to his damaged flush. And the idea that his father was the one would be impossible, after all, he saw the one and only micro pulse switch controller being crushed by the old man himself as his nasty sendoff of saying goodbye. Keeping things with an open mind as other possible factors may play the part of his random shutdown. And with a lack of in-depth knowledge of how his body truly operates, have cause nothing but headaches at the end.
"Damn you!" Cyborg verbally exploded at his damming artificial frame. Inversely lit up the dark room after a few sparks spewed from one of the electrical equipment that used to be a nightstand, now crushed by his weighted hand. "Shit, need to do something about this outburst of mine." He spat with no least amount of sympathies when glancing at the broken nightstand. His current emotional state simply prevents it; however, his frustrations did not last long.
Like water hitting fire, as his deep heated thoughts quickly evaporated when hearing a small, but faint cough coming somewhere within his room. His estranged eyes landed on a certain dark sorceress, that was sitting right beside him on his work chair. The usual monotone expression he often see's, was right behind that book of hers.
He was about to say something in terms of what the hell she was doing here in his personal quarters. The only problem from doing such, was that his entire jaw went into a full lock comatose state. His entire body, now frozen at what he was witnessing before him. First of all, he doesn't mind people coming to his room without his consent, just as long nobody doesn't lay a finger on his precious office chair. Which he made that angrily clear for everyone, however that apparently failed on one of them who didn't get his roaring message.
His work chair, his favorite butt imprinted chair that he had work so hard over the years, is now ruined!...By her of all people! And from her damn posture, she was practically making herself further comfortable by resting both her feet on his black leather stool!
Never mind in how they got access to his heavily secure door, that was made only accessible for him, as a result of his mind being hack by Beast Boy, after installing that game cartridge to the main mother board of his computer. The fact of the matter is, nobody, and he does mean nobody sets on his favorite chair. Except for him, and his fine cybernetic ass.
A sad fate has quickly been set for his favorite chair of all time as he has no choice, but to torch it.
"Doing ok?" Raven through her dull words, snaps the cybernetic teammate from his internal rant.
"Yeah I'm fine. But I'll feel a lot better if you were to get your ass off my precious chair." Cyborg, keeping his outrage from imploding from his cracked smile, before that haphazard artificial smile was shattered, after his upper body was slam back hard against the cold metal platform of his bed by Raven's magic.
"Hey! And ouch! what was that for! Cyborg, rubbing the back of his head at easing the pain, and giving Raven a dirty look at the same time.
"Making sure my powers still functions, and proud to say, it still works. Yay." Raven half ass cheer as she drifts herself back to her reading. "As for your precious, deal with it. It was the only source of comfort that I could find."
"That's great Rae!" Cyborg rots at her name. "Gotta ask though, how do you guys gain access to my room in the first place? And more importantly, WHY ME?!"
"That, and trying to keep myself away from boredom through the pain of others, like you, and Beast Boy." Raven smoothly deadpanned without much care in the world from her comfortable reserve leisure. "As for your last question, Robin hack into your bedroom door, before I was assigned to watch over you."
Shit, he gotta thank Robin, and his impressive hacking skills, otherwise he would've ended up like a human brick for all he knows. But that did not deter him from the ridiculous anguish for his chair, before once again being collided twice as hard to the stainless-steel bed, after quietly have gotten through of cussing out her name.
"YO WHAT THE HELL?!" Cyborg cried, while spewing out a few tears. He could've sworn he was now bleeding from an already throbbing head of his.
"Still making sure my powers was no fluke. And I heard that." She gently slue. Moving her relaxation further, by sliding her finger over to the next page.
"But can't you see I am currently injured!? Cyborg pleadingly yelled. Scampering of connecting the dots in terms of Ravens damn ability to read in the dark. "Whatever happens in treating the patient with a kind, gentle courtesy, and respect? You know what? Forget it. I'm not gonna even bother to be surprise if your gonna be the first asshole in rewriting history, in terms of treating a patient like crap!" He vehemently utters after sensing a special form of amusement coming from the dark sorceress.
"Just as long that patient is you, the better. "Raven not bothering of hiding her light smirk within the dark after Cyborg unleashes a bear howl of defeat.
If this was her sick way in cheering him up by smacking the ever-living piss out of him from his funk?! Then she had succeeded. "Goddamn you. I hope you keep a close watch over your books while you still can, before being caught in one of my hellish pranks." Cyborg through his acid tone said, with vengeance shining brightly from his maniacal smile. His dark smile lived for a short moment, before quickly being crumbled away towards dread, after seeing Raven's eyes glowing deathly white as she was now a split second away from inflicting further damage upon him.
"Yo Rae! I was kidding! I WAS KIDDING! Cyborg desperately screech. His panic, enough to satisfy the dark sorceress from turning both the cybernetic titan and his room into a wasteland, as she recedes her powers. "Sheesh and thanks, for trying to get me out of my shit." He sincerely said at laying himself back down.
"See you been dreaming again, weren't you?" Raven said at breaking the tranquil silence coming from Cyborg. He did not hide his denial over her blunt statement, as he did everything he could to avoid her piercing gaze.
"Damn, you heard that? My loud ramblings during my beauty rest huh?" Cyborg shyly grim in removing the power cord from his chest before being tossed to the ground with a hollow thud. "Doesn't take much what I 've been mumbling about. So... Uh, how long have I've been out?"
Understanding the sudden change of subject, as she did not court further. "I'll say roughly about a day, an a half."
"That's not right." Cyborg quietly diverge in confusion over what Raven just said. "You guys were able to recharge me the very same day after the battle we have fought, once coming back to the tower, am I correct?" Raven nodded in confirming his answers. A bit confuse however when arching an eye brow to Cyborg. "What I meant was, at the end of the day I recharge myself for eight hours straight before I wake up. You know? Like a cell phone being charged."
"Yeah Cyborg, I am not stupid. And where are you going with this?" Raven smacking the book shut, and waiting patiently for him to continue.
"Well I supposed to wake up fully recharge at the eighth hour sharp. No more, no less. It's part of my programming regiment." Cyborg bitterly huff.
"So basically, you over slept, and that's not normal?" The dark sorceress discreetly guessed.
"Yep, exactly what I've been talking about." Cyborg said at lifting himself from his bed. Limping his way over to the master computer for a quick body scan. Looking not all that happy at the readings he was getting after the results came through.
"Cyborg, have you ever considered that maybe the great length of damage you have receive from the last mission, might have something to do with the lack of progression of fully being recharge then normal?" Raven said with Cyborg slowly shaking his head.
"Not possible. Not unless my main alternator power cell was damage. Thank goodness that thing came out in one piece. By the way, how's the others...oh wait! How's BB? "Cyborg now turning away from the monitor with an alarm look on his face when looking at the much compose look of the dark sorceress.
"He's fine." Raven answered right away, fluidly diffusing the tension from Cyborgs worries. "Believe it or not, it was actually Starfire who save Beast Boy from being strike down by the decepticon's attack. If it weren't for her, and the chunk of debris that she flung in protecting Beast Boy from impact at the last minute...well, we wouldn't have this subdue conversation. Thankfully, he only came out with minor injuries due to being caught within the blast. Oh, and he's currently awake, playing video games, the last time I've check." She simply shrugs behind her plain indifference. "As for Starfire, she too is fine. Or at least we thought she was-...….."
"WHAT!? "Cyborg yelled at cutting Raven off from his earth rattling outburst. "Ooh man, talking about being mess up is an understatement, and- OOH COME ON!? NOT MY SIXTY-ONE HUNDRED TIGER-LINK MODEM! I JUST BOUGHT THE DAMN THING! Oh! heh, uh, sorry Rae. I heard what you were saying so far, and your about to say something about Starfire right?" He sheepishly said after dropping his cry baby rant to the glaring look of Raven.
"As I was saying, we assume Starfire has the least amount of bodily harmed injuries then the rest of us, however without realizing it, the fight she had with Johnny, and those machines, did indeed suffer a great deal of internal damage."
"Starfire? You're kidding right? I mean, I know she's not superman and all, but against Johnny? Come on." Cyborg, denying what he was hearing while receiving a dark deconstructed look from Raven.
"I am not. "The last battle was just too much, even for her, as she was the third person to went unconscious after coming back to the T-tower."
"Will she be alright?" His fear being subdue when sensing no worries coming from Raven as she spoke.
"Her multiple spleen and hearts have made things easy for me to heal. The same with Robin and his fracture shoulder."
"Well that's a big relief. Damn, I don't know how Starfire lasted this long, since that crazy ass machine who disguise himself as Atlas, have managed to rupture my reinforced molybdenum steel rib cage. Man, its goanna be a bitch to repair this." Cyborg, bearing his disappointment as he flipped his smart pen over to the monitor. Had enough of reading the damaged results, turned his bleak sight to Raven, who was having a time of her life with his custom-made chair.
A perfect moment presents itself, where he just wanted to shoot her ass right off his favorite seat. He would've been laughing his ass off base on her reaction, but then again, would most likely suffer a painful aftershock of her wrath at the end. And at his current state, it was best to remain at a safer route, than seeing himself in self-gratification.
"How bout yourself?" Cyborg, shearing his own teeth through his pained smile.
Raven casually tilting her head to the side with a thoughtful frown. "In terms of my physical health, I'm fine. However, I have yet to figure out as to why my powers has no effect against them. Not just them, but against their leader as well. Oh yeah, that machine you fought earlier, he goes by the name of Blitzwing. In case you're wondering. "
"Wait a minute. You mean that's the name of that crazy machine, who explicitly prove how he's not racist by making Beast Boy his first target?
"Yes. Second in command, Decepticon Blitzwing. Well, former anyway is what he said." Raven plainly answers.
"Damn, he's not alone obviously. And its possible he might be under command by a much larger faction that were not aware of." Cyborg verbally dejected." As much I hate to say this Rae, I don't think this would be the last time were going to see them."
"That's the strange part Cy." Raven exposing her true emotions for the first time without destroying something. Even weirder, she called him by his nick name, something he could never imagine that she would use when addressing him. As if she was talking to a complete stranger before she spoke." You know me long enough that I don't beat around the bush when having this sort of conversation, but I have to ask, what kind of quirk that you use to nearly put down Blitzwing? Because I just wish you use it a lot earlier for my personal convenient."
Oh, well that explains how he came back in one peace, kind of. Cyborg disregarding Ravens dark humor by exposing his wary trepidation over to the dark sorceress, exactly understood what she was refering to." So I wasn't dreaming, and you saw that two huh? Sorry Rae, but that was no quirk."
"It sounds like you don't remember much at all after you took down Blitzwing for a moment." Raven with no effort to be shown, cut right through the double entendre of Cyborgs ambiguity.
"It's because I don't." Cyborg coursing himself back to the mental mind scape, and the words of the dark half have said." After I have caught Blitzwings sword, my entire conscious suddenly just warp itself away from reality, and towards somewhere else. And before I knew it, saw one who claims to be the real me." Cyborg said in laying his sight on the damage cybernetic hand. Desensitized once being remove from his arm with a few clicks before being place within the restoration cabinet." Damn, there's a lot of things I don't know about my cybernetics that my father put in. And with this thing lurking within me, I think I need to study on my impressive stance of not breaking myself down from identity crisis."
"Well there's no reason for me to be worry then, because there's more." Raven, stabbing her chill words to the fetid look of Cyborg. "After you became unconscious, he said something about being under direct orders of not to harm us for some reason. Or to be more precise, they were order not to harm you."
Didn't know what to make of it at what he just heard from Raven. Mentally cussing at himself for a proper response. Hell, he never met the damn decepticon's prior, nor have no connection, yet they were order not to harm him? He was stuck between hearing bullshit or somebody was just plain messing with him. "Hey Rae I swear, I am just as lost as you guys are. With that said, I can't blame you from being suspicious after that last mission." Cyborg doing what he can to gain back Ravens trust, unaware he already has by her reserve words.
I'm not accusing you of anything, it's just something that needs to be brought up is all." Raven through her fulfilled comfort said. "But if there's any consolation, we did stumble upon something from the excavation site. Some sort of object that they been digging for."
"Really? Like what? "Cyborg, listening with full interest after going back of re-reading the unfavorable results from the monitor.
"We were kind of hoping you will figure that out. Since Robin is too busy with something else." Raven answered with Cyborg typing through the keys in silence. "But one thing I can tell you about the object, it gives off a powerful energy, in which I had never felt before."
"Have you guys managed to detain Johnny, and put him into questioning? He might know something if not more. With a right amount of beating of course. If that's what it takes." Cyborg mellowly suggest.
"Minus the illegal abuse to the suspect, Robin already has. But you already know the bitter few between them. Refuse to answer Robins questions, other than playing around with Robin by being smart with him. Well, that's what Beast Boy said." She said at stretching her arms out after putting her book away through teleportation a few minutes ago. Debating whether to do the same with Cyborg's chair. Because Azarath, that chair is so comfortable.
"Yeah it figure's." Cyborg dismissively waved, not surprise in a slightest. To Robin's huge credit, he's perhaps the only person he knows that has the ability to destroyed any forms of doubts, for those who question his leadership skills for one so young. Back by being a master at solving difficult motives behind each crime. However, whenever there's a Pro, there's always a con within the gifted skills. And Robin was no different. While he may be a great crime fighter, his interrogations skills were in a lack of a better word, pathetic. As he lacks the presence of intimidation, unlike his former mentor. Something he had try to discuss with Robin, but for whatever reason, never occurred. "So, where is Robin at anyway?"
"Don't know. Probably going back to interrogate Johnny once again." Raven quietly yawns. The ultimate comfort she had long for, has been sought as she was well prepared to doze herself away at any given moment.
"That's the boy wonder for you. Hey, once I get myself fully repair, I'll check out that thing you guys brought from the excavation site. And Rae." Cyborg kicking the dark sorceress from her comfort zone by his heavy words. "Don't trip, will get to the bottom as to why your powers has no effect towards them, and what's those guys true motive's. Because I'll be damned to leave you out in the sidelines from the playing field. You have my word."
"Thanks." Raven plainly grin within a dimly let room after his reassuring consent.
"And besides, I've already been working on something a while back for some time, that might help you. Hopefully." Cyborg a bit unsure of himself, said.
"And that is?" Raven pushing Cyborg to go on. "
Uuh, its really complicated to explain, but you'll see. It just going to take time." Cyborg nervously scratching behind his head.
"Uh huh."
"Uhmm Rae?"
"What." Raven through her frigid words said.
"Could you, like, uhmm leave the room? I need to make a full body change. It's part of a process of being fully repair." He nervously chuckle.
"You're an idiot." Raven with a straight face said. Without much of a thought, stood from the already potential doomed chair.
"Hey! Can a man make at least one good decent living in privacy here!?" Cyborg nearly whined.
"Fine, but don't even bother of showing me the door. "Raven, without another word, teleported herself from Cyborg's room.
"Yeah your attempt at making me laugh sucks!" Cyborg mockingly holler before noticing something was empty within his room. Felting something had just die within his soul, when staring at the fresh new looking space of where his personal prized possession used to lay, is now gone. As of today, this would be his last time of playing this so-called big brother role with Raven, he vengefully creed before lashing out his turmoil.
"GODDAMMIT RAVEN!"
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All things consider, it didn't bother him that much to be locked up, as he considers this his little free time in planning his next grand schemes before breaking out in a loud fashion. However, despite enjoying his personal time of solitude, the only thing that really bothered him the most, is how cold it was. He did mention it once with one of those dumbass guards during his last imprisonment, before getting a pathetic smartass retort. Claiming they were just conserving power. The current temperature that he was enduring, was no different. Plainly put, whoever this person was at setting the current room temperature to well below sub-zero, is a real son of a bitch.
Hoping the lone dim glow of the ceiling light right above him, would provide a good enough heat to stop his uncontrolled teeth chattering. It did not. The only source of heat that was perhaps useful was relying on his own vapor coming from his breath. It was that damn cold as he was currently lock, chained, and seated firmly on to a cold stainless-steel chair. The most uncomfortable chair by far, but that was the least of his worries.
Confined within the large space of the interrogation room somewhere within the T-tower. Contemplating in what went wrong this past few hours. He had first thought his previous day was the worse. however, fate being a bipolar bitch was an improvement. Much to his burden.
First it was the brother hood of evil, then a group of unknown assholes, who suddenly showed up out of the blue. Offering a golden opportunity, where he should've thought twice before taking their offer in terms of gaining new powers. Now here he was, held, and contained by the Titans. His status as a villain was already further beneath rock bottom, and at this point, he really doesn't give a shit in terms of his reputation.
Other than the discomfort of being plague by the cold, his mind wonders off to where it only made his head boiled with profound rage, after a single word that kept on ringing repeated within his cerebral. Vengeance. Vengeance on the people who hired him. Vengeance towards a certain Decepticon who betray, and straight up abandoned him after the end of a successful mission. Oh, they will all pay dearly after getting out of this hell hole. But Instead being rash, as usual, will just kick... or well setback, and think things over. Sadly, before he even has the clear audacity to think, has to deal with the most annoying prick of them all, Robin.
It also did not help having the boy wonder being so close to his face for every goddamn second. Worse, he was doing a pathetically poor job at playing both the good cop, and bad cop bullshit. Asking the same old generic godforsaken questions over, and over again. Seriously he can't tell whether he was a recent escapee from a mental ward with a severe case of dumbass. Hell, he was confused weather he should burst out laughing, or just painfully cry in his own sympathies for being caught once again by the damn titans. His somewhat free-living musings was interrupted with another wave of questions from the ever-consisted titan leader.
"Alright Johnny, I'll ask again, and I expect you to be fully honest. Who broke you out, who are they? What sort of deal did you have with them, and what are those things at the mines that attack us. More importantly, what were they after? I want everything." Robin said at doing his best impression that of his mentor. Unknowingly was failing the entire time, with Johnny, just sat there with a clear retarded look.
Mentally wounded with no end in sight. Painfully force to repeat himself like a broken record once again. "Alright damnit. It's like I said before for a thousand time. I don't know of their mission intel alright? After all, they kept me in the dark just for security reason, and damn sure don 't have a clue what their digging for at the mines, other then maybe their own soon to be graves once I get out!" Johnny answer, though half telling the truth. Mainly because he enjoys seeing Robin frustrations forming up close to his face. His little pay back at being pissed off.
"Yes, speaking of the mines, one of my teammates uncover something to my understanding, a crystal-looking rock you guys been digging for, am I correct? A type of mineral deposit we have never seen before. We search through our data, but found nothing. Any idea what it is?" Robin glared hard at Johnny.
"Hell if I know." Johnny scruffily spat.
Robin not surprised at all from the robust retort coming from the street punk. His patients, wearing thin as it is before decided that it was best to cut things off. And let things carry over with the local authorities. Confusion at its highest peek, after the twin automated doors have slid itself open for Cyborg.
"Oh, hey Cy, I was about to wrap things up with him...Cyborg?" Robin, sensing murder coming from the cybernetic titan, when making his heavy footed approach towards the amusing grin of Johnny.
"Oh hey, lookie here! Big bad and a whole lot of stupid decided to join in our fun game of twenty-one fucked up questions." Johnny sarcastically crackle to himself. "Well don't be shy, we have plenty of room here. So why don't you jump right in pal!" His smile was shortly lived, when a metallic fist made contact on his left jaw. The force of Cyborg punch was enough to knock Johnny right off his chair, causing him to skid across the floor. Brushed against the wall and seeing nothing but double blurry within his vision. His chained restraints, lays scattered like broken glass.
"Cyborg! "Robin trying to held Cyborg back from further infliction.
"I know what I am doing Robin. Just give me a moment." Cyborg through his calm astute words, brushed passed the worry look of the boy wonder in one stroke.
"Ouch! Well that's smart. What? not in the mood to play? Sad. You know it might help to get rid of that rust off your ass for once." Johnny smirks, however he did not move a muscle, after Cyborg's right arm shifted mechanically into a sonic beam canon. His mock grin however remain the same, after Cyborgs main weapon was aimed directly to his face.
"Sure, let's play, but I must warn you, I play for keeps." He corrosively said. "See this canon? This cannon was primarily design not to harm people, instead it was design to put them into a deep after shock. But after seeing your new pals of what they did to my teammates, I've decided to give it a slight upgrade, just to even the playing field. Starting with you, if you don't give me, and Robin some proper answers. "
Spitting the blood from his mouth as he clears his throat. "Shit, you're the second person to ever hit me this hard, and she was a girl! What? You're now going to blow me to death?! Get it? Blow me?! Ha!" Johnny giving Cyborg a crazy grin.
Having none of it, as Cyborg activated his now deadly cannon. "You got till five to tell me everything." He simply monotone. "I almost forgot to mention. Once its on count down mode, it cannot be deactivated period. But hey, it's okay, even if you don't answer, your body will anyway. When I hear it being burned. Because I am this fucking crazy too."
His grin turning a bit sour by the dark smirk being displayed by Cyborg. "Well, you made my day a hell a lot more better, compare to this wonder bitch!" Johnny said through his insulting expression after pointed the accursed finger at Robin.
"Five." Cyborg, starting his count down with a blank look.
The boy wonder shot a quick glare at Johnny before shifting his concerns to Cyborg. As if looking at the grim reaper collecting its final debt. He was not surprise by Johnny's behavior. Foolishly assuming that Cyborg was just playing around. A grave mistake on his part as Robin knows Cyborg long enough in how serious he can get. Which was why if anything where to happen to him. He would be the next guy to lead. Despite having their differences on numerous occasions. As this was one of them.
"Four"
"Oh I see now. Not much of a talker, but all action huh? I like that. "Johnny joyfully exclaimed.
"Three." Cyborg continued.
"See this bird brain!? You might want to take notes, because this is how a real interrogation works." Johnny unfazed, shouted.
"Two." Cyborg said at exposing his doomed aura. Tension being mix with panic, as both Robin, and especially Johnny, notice a sudden rise of the room temperature being elevated coming from Cyborg's cannon.
"You, you can't be serious." Johnny, looking wide eyed to the blazing look of the beam cannon. Folded down towards anxiety, after the immense heat coming from Cyborg's primary weapon continued to rise.
He was not afraid to be blasted to thin air by that damn thing. But with so much vengeance harboring within him, the idea of being blasted to absolute nothing was going to be postponed.
"Alright, I 'll come clean." Johnny said, barely above a whisper for Robin to hear, however Cyborg hearing him loud, and clear under the loud fully charge cannon. True to his word as he turns the cannon less than a second away from Johnny before releasing his deadly beam. Concluding at making a gaping hole on the wall.
"One."
"SHIT! YOU WEREN'T KIDDING!" Johnny looking at Cyborg with a new light of horror. "Goddammit I said I'll come clean! Alright look, ninety percent of the time in what I just said is true. As I already explain earlier to this numb nuts over here. Seriously, I really don't know their true motives behind that mines or that strange object that they were extracting. I was just there to be their guard dog. That was it."
Cyborg looking down at Johnny with satisfaction being hidden from his hollow expression." Yeah I'll be the judge of that, now keep talking."
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"Can I?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Come on!"
". . ."
"But it's so boring!"
"Play video games." Raven plainly reply, concentrating on her book at the best of her ability, and ignoring beast boy's ongoing nagging. Starfire, who was cuddling Silkie on her lap; watch Beast Boy with a seldom smile, as the changeling, being covered head to toe with bandages, continued to pester Raven to no end.
"I already did, and it's not the same without Cyborg around! Come on Raven, why not?" He whined loud enough to cause the dark sorceress to jerk her head up from her reading with a loud acid hiss.
"Because, the last time you brought that thing up here, it nearly cause's the whole tower to go haywire. If it wasn't for Robin at restoring the computers and securing the object at the last minute, the whole place would be in FLAMES!" Raven exploding her dark fury over to the dismissive look of Beast Boy.
"Relax Rae, it's just a one-time deal, and it's not like it's going to happen again. Sooo, yes?" Beast Boy flickering his big puppy looking eyes as much as he could muster. Raven, stood firm where she was at. Immune to the moe-up-the-butt cuteness. "Man, your no fun." He conceded. "But I know somebody who would." Looking over at Starfire with a big grin." Hey Star! How about you? I know you don't mind in taking a small peek, right? It would be just the two of us. Come on, what do you say? You know you want to."
"As much as I would like, Raven does have a point." Starfire through her wise words, said. Leaving Beast Boy to pout in response. "We must be patient, and focus in our recovery. For our last battle has greatly affected everyone. Don't worry, our answers will come in due time. We just have to be patient, yes?"
"Yeah, I know." Beast Boy joyful demeanor completely dropped by Starfire weighted wisdom. "It just sucks after what happen, but...Ughh! Look I know we lost, but after being told what of happen to Cyborg, and all of you guys. . ." Beast Boy unable to contain his frustration, with both his hand rolled up to a ball fist, before that frustration begin to ease away, after feeling Starfire's gentle smile being felt through her soft touch to his shoulder.
" What matters is we all survive." Starfire kindly said. "Yes, we lost the battle, but no different in victory, we must take this as a lesson. We live, and we learn. That's how we gained strength when the time comes. For now, we must focus our time in our healing."
" Yeah." Beast Boy sincerely grinned, while both Cyborg and Robin step right into the living room in scathing silence. Tension yet to be extinguish after being at each other's throats over Cyborgs questionable interrogation practice.
"Hey guys, did we miss anything?" Cyborg gruff in ignoring Robins hawkish look, before being bull tackle to a bear hug by the snot bubbling tearful look of Beast Boy.
" Cy! Your alive! And in one peace! Whaah!"
"Of course I'm in one peace….dammit! Would you get off!" Cyborg going through an uphill battle of wrestling the green shape shifter off his steel plated chest.
"Robin, have you managed to get Johnny to talk?" Starfire said to Robin, as he peeve his eyes away from Beast Boy and Cyborg's idiocies.
"What? I mean yes. Well, actually it was Cyborg who managed to get Johnny to talk."
"Figure's." Raven mumble quietly within his ear shot
"What was that Raven?"
"Nothing! Just thinking out loud to myself, please continue." Raven quickly said.
"Right… Anyway, Johnny did confess, though we didn't get nothing much at all. Just a small description of the people who broke him out. He couldn't see much in detail of who they are. Only because they were wearing all-black, with their faces well hidden. But he did vaguely describe their voices, as one being male, and the other a young female." Robin said.
"And you sure he speaks the truth? Because after all, he's quite known to be deceitful." Starfire cautiously question.
"Nah, you don't have to worry about that Star." Cyborg answered for Robin, after fighting himself free from Beast Boys hug." Trust me, I've been reading his heart rates through my optics. And he's been telling the truth. Oh yeah, that thing you guys brought back from the mines, is called the Energon. Speaking of which, where is that thing?"
"Right . . . Here!" Beast Boy cheerfully huff at holding a gray, eighteen by twenty-eight inch, all steel storage box container. Dropping it on the living room table with a thud.
"You just can't wait, can't you." Raven harshly tone at Beast Boy who pull down his left eyelid with a single finger while sticking his tongue out in retort.
"So that's it huh? "Cyborg said when approaching the gray looking boxed container. "Hey, I've been told what happen prior. And just to make sure, is the power off within the living room?" He questions in which Robin nodded before proceeded to unlock the padlock. Lifting the steel hinged lid to see a raw looking crystal. Perfectly shape, that of a hexagonal prism, while still somewhat cover in earth's contents. Unable to understand, after felting a tinge of motion sickness coming from this peace of rock, as it kept on giving off a pale emerald glow.
"So? Any idea what it does?" Beast Boy said, while in complete trance by the raw beauty that's being emitting.
"No idea. We ask the same thing with Johnny, and he doesn't have a clue. Or its purpose for that matter. Robin answered, as Cyborg was busy scanning over the crystal looking rock with his fore arm.
"Well according to my readings, it does not contain no harmful radiation coming from this thing. Which that's a big relief. . . "Cyborg trailed off. "Well that's weird. Raven is right though. A lot more then she realize, because this thing here does pack quite a bit of power. Enough power to lit up twenty blocks, as my readings are off the charts. Damn. Sorry guys, it looks like it's going to take some time in figuring out this Energon, and where it came from."
" Uugh, great." Beast Boy droll." At this rate it's going to take forever."
"Then perhaps I can take a crack at it."
Like a stroke of lightning being struck on everyone's back. Minus Beast Boy, all gather in defense to a lone female, who stood right behind the main entrance of the elevator.
"WHO ARE YOU!" Robin thunder through his demands, before right away, got his answers straight from the gasp look of Cyborg.
"Sarah?"
Disclaimer: The story title is from the track of Run the Jewels 2 by Killer Mike, and LP. Currently being played on Youtube.
Much love to those guys.
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Silky/ Larva M319. Teen Titans. Season 3, Episode Num 6. Date With Destiny. February 14, 2004= Technical Data.
Strength:=======7
Intelligence:=========9
Speed:=1
Endurance:=unknown=
Rank:=1
Courage:=========9
Fire blast:==2
Skill:==========10
Mister Terrific/ Michael Holt. First appearance. Spectra Vol 3 Num 54. June 1997= Technical Data.
Strength:=====5
Intelligence:==========10
Speed:=====5
Endurance:=====5
Rank:=======7
Courage:========8
Fire blast:==2
Skill:==========10