One of those Days

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Chapter 5: Desperate Times call for desperate rip-offs

When we last left our heroes, Robin had ended up to his neck in human feces. Now, its Cyborg's turn. I really hope something bad happens to him.

The street so Jump City were always clumped with cars. But, today was one of those days that people tended to stay off the road. That was because the T-Car was riding around and Cyborg was the driver. Don't get them wrong, for they do trust the Titans and their vehicles. But, it was spread around that Cyborg was feeling very depressed. And when you have a depressed superhero behind the wheel of a weapon-equipped vehicle, you know you should stay out of the way.

There was a good reason of Cyborg's depression. He was still upset about Jinx. By now, every last one of the Titans was with someone. Robin had Starfire. Beast Boy had Raven (they shouldn't deny it), and the Titans East…you know what, no one likes them. That left Cyborg without a girlfriend. He missed her so much. His mind still lingered on the week he had spent infiltrating H.I.V.E. He longed for her company. He wanted the two of them to go out, be a couple. He wanted so much…

"What a minute," he said to himself," I really need to concentrate on the road."

That was true, for he had been driving with his pinned wandering off to other places. It was clearing his head that he saw the dead cat pinned to his windshield.

"I just pwned a cat." Cyborg said. With disgust on his face, he turned on his windshield wipers and watched them scrap the carcass of his window.

"Okay, no more." He said as he returned his gaze back to the road. "I know that I am upset about Jinx, but I can't let that impeach my judgement. When I get home, I can eat ice cream and pout all I want. I don't want to be one of those careless, destructive drivers."

Cyborg went back to concentrating on the road. Just then, he heard a loud horn go off. He was alert because it sounded close. He looked into his rearview, but nothing came. He stopped at a stoplight and still heard it. When he went forward, he still heard the sound.

"Am I going crazy or is that noise getting closer?" he asked himself.

Just as he rounded a corner, he was going to get an answer. The apartment building on the street behind him then exploded into a shower of concrete and glass. Cyborg turned to his head to now see the cause of the horn, which was a massive eighteen wheeler that was coming right towards him. He hit the gas to get away, but the car matched his speed. Then he heard an all too familiar voice.

"Atlas is all mighty!"

"Please, not him," Cyborg muttered to himself. He looked back at the rearview and focused on the front window. There, clumped into the driver's seat, was Atlas.

"I am better then you! I am all machine! Even my truck is better then yours! It runs on sand!"

"I wish that were possible, but it isn't!"

Atlas then leaned out the side window and banged on the tanker that the truck was carry. A hole erupted in it and sand began to spill out from it.

"You have got to be kidding me," Cyborg said. Just then, he felt his car lurch forward from getting hit in the rear bumper by Atlas' truck.

"I hate to tell you it is real! I am Atlas! And I will defeat you!"

Cyborg then quickly turned the wheel to take a hard right turn. He made it, but the truck still came. It took too wide and clipped the sides of smoke buildings; yet, it remained unfazed as the bits of debris hit it. Cyborg hands gripped down on the steering wheel as he put the hammer down on his vehicle. Of course, the eighteen wheeler did the same.

Just then, a thought popped into Cyborg's head. "Why am I outmaneuvering a truck when I can just use my ass load of weapons on it." He looked down at the control panel and scanned the buttons. "Okay, elite's see. Blow up the enemy, Blow him up even more, or overly used variation of explosions. I know. I'll just use the destruction of everything around you button that I placed here for no reason."

Cyborg pressed down, but nothing happened. He tried the other buttons, but still no results.

"Oh yeah, I remember. I took out the weapons system to try as ease my depression. Not one of my best ideas."

Atlas then blew the truck's horn and said," Pathetic one! I will defeat you! For I am Atlas!"

Cyborg screamed as he continued to get the truck of his back. Just then, a mail truck then came out from the right, Cyborg accelerated and passed the guy. The mail carrier flipped him off due to Cyborg's lack of care fir him. And it was then that he caught a glimpse of the truck approaching his vehicle. He jumped out just as the truck slammed into mail truck. The small mail truck was sent into the air and came down into Cyborg's path. He quickly drove out of the way and managed to avoid it. However, letters started to flutter down from the sky and cover his windshield. He tried wiping them away, but the weight of them jammed his wipers.

"I can't see!" he yelled as he spun the wheel left and right. The car swerved around the road as Atlas' truck got close to his rear bumper.

"Atlas has you! Atlas rules!"

Cyborg leaned his head out the window and yelled, "Shut up Hey, I should of just done this to see."

Then, Atlas accelerated and hit the car's rear with incredible force. Cyborg was knocked back inside his car as it shot forward from the push. He went flying right into the city's convention center and got his car totaled and lodged in the wall.

"Adios, Asshole! And remember…Atlas rules!"

Cyborg got up from the wreck only to look in terror at his car. The windows were shattered, the front was caved in, and the fuzzy dice were torn to pieces.

"That bastard," Cyborg said as he held up the torn dice. He turned towards the hole to then see Atlas getting away. "If only there was some convenient way to stop him." He then saw the banner proclaiming the event.

"Knight Rider Fan Convention. That'll work," Cyborg said.

He barraged through the crowd of civilians who were either staring at his wrecked car or were too fixated on other matters. Finally, passing by many booths, Cyborg finally reached his goal. In the middle of the floor was the Knight Rider car.

He ran up the platform and to the car. He opened up the door and leaped in.

"Turbo Boast!" Cyborg yelled as he hit the button. He then prepared for the anticipated result. Five minutes later, nothing happened.

"Why isn't this happening!" he yelled into the box that hosed the computer, but he got to answer.

"Talk to me!"

Still no answer.

Cyborg then throw up his arms and yelled into the air, "David Hasselhhof! Why have you betrayed me?"

I know what that's like. I was once the narrator for The Scorpion King Movie and lost may mortgage thanks to the Rock. I hate Hollywood. Chapter 6 is coming soon!