Cyborg collapsed onto his recharging station. While charging, it was the closest he had to sleep, and part of him wanted to keep charging until a hundred years had passed. Maybe that would dull this pain. He sighed as he stared at the CD that Robin had said was Beast Boy. This was something that was unlike his usual green carefree buddy.
Well, might as well get this over with he thought to himself as he placed the CD in his computer's drive and sat down.
His computer whirred and opened up the CD. There was only one file on it, a video that was only a few mega bytes.
He double clicked it and began to watch. The screen came blacked out for a second, followed by a flash of light, and finally, a blurry shot that grew sharp to reveal Beast Boy, apparently fiddiling with the camera.
This thing on said Beast Boy as he adjusted the camera one last time, checked his monitor and then hopped back so his full head was in the picture. Cyborg leaned forward, amazed by how alive Beast Boy looked. How could he be dead when here he was right in front of him.
Hey Cyborg, began Beast Boy as he rubbed the back of his head sheepishly if you're watching this, I guess its over, I'm dead. Damn. So much for my future of stardom as a world famous tofu promoter.
Cyborg couldn't help but smile a little at his friend, always talking to the very end.
All joking aside, I hope that I died the right way, doing my job and saving others. I don't think I'd be able to rest peacefully if I went out due to something stupid.
The metal boy shook his head as he whispered, "No, you went out the way you wanted. You went out as a hero who died protecting others."
For the
first time in a long time, Beast Boy looked serious, as he kept
going. It was obvious that he had put some serious time into this
message, and even practiced it. I've known you for a long time
Cy. You were the first person I ever met who looked at me as
something other than a freak. When you approached me about forming
the Teen Titans, you gave me a purpose, a reason for being, and I
just want to say thank you for that.
Throughout all the adventuring we did, the battles, the travels, I never felt afraid, really afraid. Sure I was nervous, and a little unsure of what was going to happen, but not scared. And I wasn't scared because I knew that you were there to fight. No matter what happened, no matter how hopeless it looked, you had the courage to say, "I won't give up".
Involuntarily Cyborg wiped away a tear from his eye. Beast Boy never said these sort of things to him. Okay, so Cyborg would have probably questioned his tendencies. But to find out that he was thought of so highly by his little green friend, it was touching.
Once again Cyborg, I know you. And I know that no matter what happened, you are blaming yourself for it. You should have taken the shot, you shouldn't have stopped to help someone else, you should have had your Fruit Loops that morning, whatever.
And I made this because I want you to know that it's not your fault. For whatever reason I'm not with you, it's because of a decision that I made. I just hope that you realize this, and this message will give you sort of closure.
Please continue in our mission as Teen Titans, please continue to protect Jump City, and please continue to yell Boo-yah when you whoop some bad guy. I know you can do it. Just don't forget me.
Beast Boy reached up and held his hand outwards, making Cyborg's patented thumbs up.
"Booyah," whispered Cyborg as the screen suddenly faded to black, "Good bye Beast Boy. Don't worry. I promise you, you're never going to be forgotten."