"Unlearned Lesson"
Chapter two: Cyborg's Trial
Created by: SB Sound FX
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Teen Titans, or anything to do with them. The only thing that I could possibly own is this little fan fiction that most likely no one will read.
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Added Notes:
Raven A. Star-Thanks a bunch, you were the first to respond to the story…well, before I edited it and stuff. Very appreciated.
Blackshield- Hey I don't think BB deserved It! Hah. And, thanks for the compliment.
Star1993- Glad you liked it, and I'm gonna try and update A.S.A.P, every time. You know how school and stuff is.
Empty Raven (Friend on AOL)-Hmm, you're just sucking up. Just kidding.
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(Begin)
And so, with Beast
Boy…preoccupied…there were four titans left. In the next room over, Cyborg was
literally about to break from the restraints. He squinted his eyes, but then
finally relaxed, resting for a moment. "Man when I get my hands on that old
piece of overgrown turtle leftovers…I swear."
But before he could finish his statement, the blue shirted Mad Mod would stroll
in front of him. "Well, my obese little ducky, we have a special surprise for
you. I've been studying you lately, you like cars. 'Ell then ducky, prepare
yourself for the greatest car magazine known to man." An old, crappy run down
car magazine was shown to him.
Cyborg laughed once, "What? Is this supposed to scare me or something?" He studied the magazine, laughing with each cruddy old car.
" 'Ell, you shouldn't be laughing. You'll be riding one of those in a second."
Cyborg blinked, a bit confused. "Me, ride one of THOSE?! Ahahah, you're crazy!" But before Cyborg knew it he was in one of those crapmobiles, on some kind of racetrack. Up next to him came Mad Mod in a shiny brand new red racecar.
"Let's make a little wager, 'f I win then I get to use that bald head 'o yours for a mop! Ready? Go!"
Cyborg was still in shock from being in that old cruddy thing, not even having time to respond before Mad Mod sped off, leaving cyborg in his dust. "Well, looks like I'm gonna have to do my magic!" Cyborg quickly went to work on the car, tinkering with everything. "Okay…here we go baby!" Cyborg grinned, slamming his foot on the pedal…but…the car would simply fall apart, like cardboard. In fact, it was made of cardboard. Cyborg landed on his side, somehow still strapped into the seatbelt. "Help…. help me…anybody?" A sweat drop rolled down the side of cyborg's head as he laid there, helpless. Soon enough a cute little kitty came and sat it self on the side of Cyborg's head. "Well, now I'm stuck in a seatbelt on the ground with a cat on my head…I swear that old man is gonna have..it?" Before he knew it he had a little poop pebble falling onto his face. "Ahhhhghh! Mad Mod!" And with that, Mad Mod came up next to cyborg, winning the race.
" 'Ell, aint that a shame, ducky? Seems I win the race." They were suddenly back in the room, Mad Mod pressing the same button on his staff, somehow cyborg floated up like a magnet, and his head was used to mop the floor. The only thing Cyborg could do was grumble, hoping by some miracle his powers would come back and he could pummel Mad Mod.
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(End)
Well, thought I'd throw some comedy in there. Sorry, couldn't help but use Cyborg. He's the biggest, toughest one. It's just so much more tempting to abuse the tough ones. Thanks so much for all the comments! I hope I can live up to them. Keep the reviews coming please! Positive or negative, just be honest.