Deliver us from Evil

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Chapter 7: Humanity's Disgrace

The boy jumped behind the wheel of the car. He had just been invited to a party. A high school party for seniors! And himself, a junior, had been invited. He would be among the top of the class. Soon to be one next year, the boy could be around the upper class and see what they were like. He had borrowed his brother's new corvette to take. His brother let him borrow it for doing some bodywork on it. That's the best part of being a mechanical genius, in his mind, he could fix just about anything. He couldn't wait to get there as he pulled out of the driveway of his house and drove down the street. About a mile away, another man was coming. Driving a nearly twenty year old pick up, he was in a foul mood after getting fired from his third job. To calm himself, he went out to the corner store and got himself a six pack. As he guzzled a can down, he reached for another, his hand still on the wheel. He didn't want the cops to see him, to add another problem to his all ready downhill life. At that time he didn't know he was going to end another's life that night.

The boy stopped the car in front of a red light. In front of him were three paths. His destination was straight ahead. In only three minutes, he would be with the highest-ranking people in his high school. Excitement in his head, he felt as though the light was taking forever. The right path, however, was a different story. The unemployed man, having drunken four beers, was all ready felling the effects of the alcohol hit his system. His vision became blurry as he swiveled along the road. Luckily, the path was quiet, not many cars on it. The boy's mind then raced with happiness as the light changed to green. He moved out ahead, as the drunken man's truck was about to collide head on with his car…

"Cyborg?" a voice called out. "Cyborg?" it asked again. This time, the voice shook Cyborg free of his drifting off. He was still walking down the hallway of Slade's airship, the team members also moving ahead. The voice had come from Robin, who was walking next to him and looking at him. "You okay?" he asked. "Yeah, I'm fine." Cy replied. "Okay," Robin began, doubt in his voice, "I just want to know if you have any readings from up ahead." Cy looked at his wrist monitor and stated, "Nothing ahead. My sensors still read nothing." "Better just press onward." Robin stated as the others hurried along.

It was strange to Cyborg why he was thinking of that moment from the past. When that drunk ended his life as a human. Sure, he rebuilt himself into a new body, thanks to his skills, and then became a member of the Teen Titans, but yet something troubled him before that. He always thought he could never be a human. He could still eat, breath, think like a human. Yet, he could never be fully human. Being nineteen, his sound slowed down his age still by a few years. Also, his body parts weren't even real, just artificially grown. He would always be nearly a human. He wondered why this bothered him now. Maybe it was because he had an odd feeling that something would happen to him. He shook it off, dismissing it as just some kind of stress.

Eventually, they reached another dead end. This one, however, had a door, a huge yellow one with a black line running down the middle. "Interior decoration is nice." BB remarked. "This could be a trap." Raven stated. "You're right," Specter added," last entrance we thought was a dead end. There must be a sort of catch to this one." "There's a catch to all of them. An old enemy is residing behind a door." Robin said. "Who do you think it is?" Starfire asked. "Whoever it is, we better go say hi." Cyborg replied as he walked towards the door. He jammed his fingers in the door's crack and started to pull the door open. In no time, the door opened itself up, allowing access to the room ahead. The team walked into the room, this one even stranger then the others.

The room was painted entirely yellow with some black stripes along the wall and ceiling. The room was huge and in the shape of an octagon. High walls stretched up high on wither side and on top of them were empty seats around the top perimeter. The ceiling, the same shape as the floor, had circles that went from yellow to black to yellow in a pattern. In front of them, a shield that was half-yellow and half-black was etched onto the wall. Across it, on a white banner, was the name of a place that had been hated, despised, and loathed up until it was destroyed. The name was H.I.V.E.

"Brings back memories doesn't it." A voice from above them suddenly stated. The doors behind them then suddenly closed. Then, something started to lower from the top and descend down to them. At a better glance, the thing floating down was in fact a person. As he landed on the floor, the team could take a better look at him. He wore a white robe with yellow and black lines running down the middle. Not much of a costume, but then came his face. Like Blood Dragon's, it too was extremely pale. The head had slightly more hair and it was combed out and to the sides more. The eyes had no pupils, but instead were both the same color of blue. "Brother Blood." Cyborg said. "So good to see you again Cyborg." Blood replied. "He's a clone, just like Dragon." Specter stated. "I know. But telling him the truth wouldn't do any good. I'll just have to play along." Cy whispered back.. He then walked forward and stated, "You've changed, Blood." "Yes, but, when one is cloned, its not all perfect."

"Cyborg then froze at hearing this. He stated," You know you're a clone?!" "Yes. I have known for some time." Blood replied. "How come you know and Dragon didn't?" Starfire asked. "You see, Slade needed fighters who were capable and could handle themselves. While the clones he made came out faster then normal, resulting in psychical changes, there were also mental problems. Dragon was cloned in about a week, unlike the necessary development process of five years. Slade felt he didn't need to tell him who he really was, he just cared that his skills were still intact. Myself, however, had a better psyche. Besides, this was all intended." "What do you mean?" Cyborg asked. "Slade had all of this even before he knew of you. He just wanted the right moment to strike. Now then," Blood said as he got into a fighting stance," I have to kill you Cyborg. I hope you don't mind." "Don't worry. I wouldn't!" Cyborg yelled as he charged at Blood.

He swung at him with a hard right, but Blood quickly dodged it. He tried again, but Blood still dodged the blow. "I thought you learned more at my school." Blood remarked. Cyborg delivered a backhand swing, this time being blocked by Cyborg. Cyborg delivered three more hits to Blood, which once again blocked them. He then punched Cy square in the face and delivered a hard kick to his chest. The blow was so powerful it knocked Cyborg back right into the wall, causing pieces of it to break away and a huge hole to appear in it. "Yes, if I think I know the answer," Blood began as Cyborg lifted himself up," I too have been given the process of your moves just as it was for Dragon." "Okay, you may be better. But let's see if you have all of Blood's power." Cy stated as he armed his Sonic Cannon. He fired off a huge blue beam dead on at Blood. Yet, Blood emitted a red energy shield in front of him. The blue beam reflected off of it and bounced back at Cyborg. Cyborg punched it, resulting in the beam dissolving.

"Funny." Blood said. "What is?" Cyborg asked. "I always wondered what became of Jinx. After Gizmo and Mammoth were killed, she joined some other guy and both of them killed the real Blood and took his power. Have you seen her around?" Blood asked. "Here and there." Cyborg replied. "The thing that's funny is that I think she really did love you." Blood stated. Cy said nothing, just memories of his stint back in HIVE rushing back. "I believe that discovering who you really are wasn't quite the case. I think it was what you really are." "And what is that?" "A freak. A piece of trash. You aren't even a true human." Cyborg's blood began to boil at hearing this. "I was told I had given myself machine parts and made myself stronger. I decided not to utilize that method upon knowledge of this. I don't want to become another of humanity's disgrace. I'll just leave that to you." Blood's words hit home as Cyborg yelled, "Shut up!" As he charged at Blood.

"Freeze." Blood said as he raised his hand. Cyborg then became engulfed in red energy, stopping him in his tracks. "What's happening?" "Remember when the original Blood impaled you during the incident at his underwater base?" Blood asked. Cyborg started to talk, but his mouth was then clasped shut by more red energy. "Sorry, I just like hearing myself talk more then you," Blood began," you see, when he did that, he installed a hacking device in case of emergencies that would run off of his energy. He forgot about it, but I managed to explore his memories and find out about it. Let's take it for a spin! Cyborg then screamed as he was engulfed in a huge spiral of energy. "Cyborg! Fight it!" Robin yelled out. Just then, the energy stopped. Cyborg's armor turned from blue too red. "Cyborg?" Robin asked. Cyborg turned to the team, his eyes now both glowing deep red. 'He's not on your side anymore," Blood began," he's mine now. Just a soulless machine, as he should be. Now Cyborg, destroy them!" "Yes, my master." The controlled Cyborg said as he armed his weapon.

Is Cyborg gone? Find out in Chapter 8!