Chapter 9
"Beast Boy, when we get to the tower, you are gonna wish you were NEVER born!" Beast Boy smirked in the back of the car. Cyborg had handcuffed him to the door, so he wouldn't touch anything. "Man, you better wipe that smile off of ya face before I stop this car and tie you to the roof." Beast Boy couldn't help but smile. He had sped through out Gothem in Cyborg's car and had gotten stopped by a cop. Cyborg had just caught up to him when the cop asked for Beast Boy's license. When Beast Boy said he didn't have one, the cop gave him a somence saying that their department could take away the car from him. Beast Boy laughed at this as if someone had told him an outstanding joke. The cop got really annoyed and Cyborg pulled Beast Boy out of the driver's seat through his shirt. The cop and Cyborg had a long talk while Beast Boy mumbled rude things about cops and donuts the whole time. The cop gave Cyborg a five hundred dollar ticket, a warning about the car, and having responsibility about the people who drive it.
When they got to the tower, Cyborg went to his room and came back with a collar and leash. Beast Boy hid behind Robin, "No WAY am I putting that on, dude!" "You'll put on anything I'll make you put on. A few minutes later, Beast Boy was tugging, growling, and biting the leash. "Don't make me use Riddline!" Cyborg had used a leash that needed a remote to unlock the animal from the leash. "Maybe now he'll tire himself out..." muttered Raven. "Five hundred dollars! I should strangle him with my bare hands, right now." Cyborg paced back and forth, complaining about the ticket and waving it in the air.
"Take this thing offa me!" Beast Boy pulled on the collar. "SHUT UP!" yelled Cyborg. "I will when you take this offa me!" "I'm not taking SQUAT offa you! You see this?!" Cyborg showed Beast Boy the ticket. "I gotta pay for this or they're gonna take my car!" "Its not MY fault you're irrespondible." said Beast Boy, repeating what the cop had told Cyborg. "OH DON'T YOU EVEN...!!!" Robin and Raven each grabbed one of Cyborg's arms, holding him back from attacking Beast Boy, who was leaning against the wall, hands behind his head in a relaxed position. "Yawn..." he muttered.
"Somebody give me three good reasons why I shouldn't rip this guy apart?!" wined Cyborg, angrily. "One: it's your fault he's like that, Two: it's your fault he's like that, and Three: it's your fault he's like that." said Jamina. Cyborg grinded his teeth. Jamina was right. This would have never happened if he hadn't spiked Beast Boy's drink, but he had some anger to get rid of and messing with Beast Boy's drink seemed like the perfect solution at the time for him.
After leaving Beast Boy alone in his corner chained up for a half hour, he was ready to go crazy. "PLEASE! PLEASE! I'LL DO WHATEVER YOU SAY, JUST GET IT OFF!!! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!" he wimpered. He listened to see if anyone was coming. Realizing that no one was going to come, he decided to do whatever it took to get some attention. He started to bang his head harder and harder on the wall and floor. He kept going until he became unconcious.
"Beast Boy, when we get to the tower, you are gonna wish you were NEVER born!" Beast Boy smirked in the back of the car. Cyborg had handcuffed him to the door, so he wouldn't touch anything. "Man, you better wipe that smile off of ya face before I stop this car and tie you to the roof." Beast Boy couldn't help but smile. He had sped through out Gothem in Cyborg's car and had gotten stopped by a cop. Cyborg had just caught up to him when the cop asked for Beast Boy's license. When Beast Boy said he didn't have one, the cop gave him a somence saying that their department could take away the car from him. Beast Boy laughed at this as if someone had told him an outstanding joke. The cop got really annoyed and Cyborg pulled Beast Boy out of the driver's seat through his shirt. The cop and Cyborg had a long talk while Beast Boy mumbled rude things about cops and donuts the whole time. The cop gave Cyborg a five hundred dollar ticket, a warning about the car, and having responsibility about the people who drive it.
When they got to the tower, Cyborg went to his room and came back with a collar and leash. Beast Boy hid behind Robin, "No WAY am I putting that on, dude!" "You'll put on anything I'll make you put on. A few minutes later, Beast Boy was tugging, growling, and biting the leash. "Don't make me use Riddline!" Cyborg had used a leash that needed a remote to unlock the animal from the leash. "Maybe now he'll tire himself out..." muttered Raven. "Five hundred dollars! I should strangle him with my bare hands, right now." Cyborg paced back and forth, complaining about the ticket and waving it in the air.
"Take this thing offa me!" Beast Boy pulled on the collar. "SHUT UP!" yelled Cyborg. "I will when you take this offa me!" "I'm not taking SQUAT offa you! You see this?!" Cyborg showed Beast Boy the ticket. "I gotta pay for this or they're gonna take my car!" "Its not MY fault you're irrespondible." said Beast Boy, repeating what the cop had told Cyborg. "OH DON'T YOU EVEN...!!!" Robin and Raven each grabbed one of Cyborg's arms, holding him back from attacking Beast Boy, who was leaning against the wall, hands behind his head in a relaxed position. "Yawn..." he muttered.
"Somebody give me three good reasons why I shouldn't rip this guy apart?!" wined Cyborg, angrily. "One: it's your fault he's like that, Two: it's your fault he's like that, and Three: it's your fault he's like that." said Jamina. Cyborg grinded his teeth. Jamina was right. This would have never happened if he hadn't spiked Beast Boy's drink, but he had some anger to get rid of and messing with Beast Boy's drink seemed like the perfect solution at the time for him.
After leaving Beast Boy alone in his corner chained up for a half hour, he was ready to go crazy. "PLEASE! PLEASE! I'LL DO WHATEVER YOU SAY, JUST GET IT OFF!!! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!" he wimpered. He listened to see if anyone was coming. Realizing that no one was going to come, he decided to do whatever it took to get some attention. He started to bang his head harder and harder on the wall and floor. He kept going until he became unconcious.