Random quote #3: "If you are patient in one moment of anger, you will escape a hundred days of sorrow." –Old Chinese Proverb
Chapter 3
Cyborg opened his eyes. Even though his fingers blocked most of his vision, he could still tell it was dark outside. Very dark.
'Have I been here that long?' He thought to himself.
He picked up his heavy head and looked around the once occupied room. Robin and Starfire were gone. Beast boy still hadn't come out of his room.
Good.
He needed time alone to just think and recollect.
Cyborg sat back against the comfortable, dark couch, head resting on the back, and stared at the ceiling.
The last rays of the sun, as it set, made everything seem so surreal, as if it all was just a dream. Deep inside, Cyborg wished it were.
'What happened?' He once again questioned himself, still not knowing the answer.
He tried to remember whatever he could, but it still didn't tell him much.
'All I can think of, is fighting some of Slade's weird, new henchmen on the city's bridge and then hearing B.B. yelling something like, 'How dare you hurt her!'
I looked over just in time to see him running toward the city like a madman, carrying Raven...'
Cyborg sat upright. An idea had struck him like lightening in a storm. His eyes widened and a smile graced his face.
'That's it! One of Slade's henchmen must have done it!'
His smile turned to frown. He set his elbows on his knees and sighed in frustration.
'But what?'
Suddenly, all the anger he had buried inside, overtook him. He growled loudly and harshly stood up.
'Why couldn't I have been watching?!' His mind asked him, vainly seeking answers to questions that didn't seem to have any. 'Why couldn't I have been looking out for her?!'
"Why?!" He yelled to the wall in front of him.
He grabbed a vase off the table beside him and was about to throw it toward the wall that wouldn't answer him, when a timid voice stopped him dead in his tracks.
"Cy, please don't be mad. It was my fault, not yours."
Cyborg looked slowly over to where the voice was coming from and saw Beast boy in the doorway. His cheeks were flushed and tearstained. He looked like he had been crying forever.
He felt a pang of guilt at his actions, just looking at the forlorn Beast boy. He needed to be comforted, reassured. Cyborg could tell.
"Hey, B.B." Cyborg said, as he put the vase down gingerly. "You doing okay?"
Beast boy just shook his head quickly, as his bottom lip quivered slightly and tears fell once more down his green face.
"Come here, Beast boy," Cyborg said, walking over to where he was standing and wrapped his arms around the smaller boy in a warm embrace.
At least, as warm as the metal teenager could ever get.
Beast boy soon started crying into his shoulder, where he had laid his head, making whimpering and sniffling noises now and then.
"Shh ... It's okay. It's not your fault. Don't blame yourself. It's not your fault." Cyborg cooed softly, trying his best to calm the younger boy down.
"B-but it is! It's a-all my fa-ault!" Beast boy argued, stuttering greatly because of his sobbing, "If I h-hadn't been s-so care-less, she w- would be ok-kay! She would b-be okay..."
Beast boy went silent, but continued to cry as Cyborg whispered comforting nonsense to in his ear that he could only wish were true.
Review.
