And now for the 3rd New Titan. Oh, and I don't know how, but he is Cyborg's kid… so don't ask.

Four: Pete Stone

A soldier crouched behind a stack of boxes and held an automatic weapon in his hand. Then, in two clicks, he changed to a hand grenade. Then, he moved out in front of danger and through the grenade. The building targeted exploded.

Pete Stone punched the air as he finished a new level of his video game.

"Pete!" said a female voice from behind him. "Are you done, yet?"

"Just one more level, Mom!"

"Put down the game – now – and finish packing."

He turned around to say something but she was gone before he could. So, grudgingly, he turned off the game and went to his suitcase.

At about seventeen years old, Pete Stone was very large for his age. Not large as in fat, but large as in muscular. And he worked out almost ever day to stay that way. His hair was always kept in corn rows with white beads at the end and his eyes were grey and indifferent. His hands were large, yellow metal that had two black rings. The first went around his wrist and the second went around the edge. He usually had to ware leather gloves to hide them, which he hated.

Pete absolutely loved his metal hands. He loved the advantages of the extra strength they gave him, especially when he played a sport. But, because of he's dad's "stupid rule", he had to hide who he really was. At school, he was the one no one messed with. He was either a jerk or a nice guy, depending on who you asked. He also hit on everyone with boobs. If you were a girl, you could guarantee he'd ask you out. And if you said no, you'd be a snob, and if you said yes, you'd be a slut. It was kind of always a lose/lose situation.

As he put his cloths into his suitcase, he wondered why the hell he had to go to this stupid thing. It was just so his parents could go and talk to some old friends. He couldn't wait until he was eighteen.

As soon as he was packed, he lugged his suitcase (not that it was heavy; he just liked the dramatic "I-hate-my-life" effect) to the front door where he saw his mom putting on a large over coat (to hide her wings).

"Head's up, Pete!" he heard a voice say as a pair of leather gloves smacked him in the face. He scowled.

"C'mon, now, son," said his dad as Pete picked up the gloves. "Ya gotta be on your tows."

"I wasn't ready," he whined as he picked up the gloves and put them on.

His dad smiled and put on a ring, causing his mechanical parts to vanish and instead were replaced by a regular suit and tie.

As for Pete's outfit, he simply wore a large, yellow tee shirt with a black wife-beater over it. He also wore light-blue jean shorts and black and white tennis shoes.

So they all walked out of their apartment and got into their car and started the two hour road trip from LA to San Diego.

I'M NOT DOING ANOTHER CAPPIE UNTIL I GET AT LEAST SEVEN MORE REVIEWS! Please?

T.