...System error...

...Power levels down...to 17...percent

...Complete systems failure in... Bzzrt!

...Activating reserve power banks... holding at...32 percent...

Cyborg's eyes opened suddenly in the dim light all around him. He didn't immediately recognize anything. He saw the faint outlines of bricks to his left while tree roots obscured his right eye's vision. These tree roots wrapped down around his neck. As he realized this he began to struggle frantically. This was to no avail as his wrist and ankles were all fastened into the wall in some manner. His remaining wrist bound by metal, and his ankles had merely been nailed into the brick. Thankfully, they had not hit any of his scarcely remaining flesh. He had less than 20 pounds of actual flesh left on his body. He was more machine now than man. And the little human body he had left in him was essentially worthless. The constant washing filled him with a dread, as his parts were prone to rusting. The constant need to eat got crumbs in his servos. And I'm not going to go into how much of a pain it is to wipe one's arse when said arse is metal and jagged. Poor Cyborg went through 6 rolls of TP after every meal. Then he had to use metal polish to get back his sleek sheen again. Between all of his sanitary and metal upkeep issues, he was going through 350 dollars a week out of his 400 dollar a week salary. Not nearly enough to get Cyborg drunk enough to forget his troubles. Cyborg certainly wanted to be in his favorite bar now. His struggle against his bonds had tore at his fragile human flesh. Red blood and black oil flowed down his left forearm. His right forearm that held his energy cannon had been reattached at some point while he was unconscious. It hung limply. Dead weight on dying tissue.

" All this struggling is quite futile, you must be aware of Mr. Stone."

"Who's there," Cyborg shouted into the darkness. He looked around anxiously but saw no one.

"Look a little lower my dear boy."

Cyborg looked down slowly and stared slack jawed at what he saw. A bunny. A talking bunny was his captor. But not at all cute one. This bunny was made up of deteriorating flesh. Gangrenous limbs barely able to make his wretched body move. He limped along toward Cyborg with a cane made out of a human thighbone.

"What...what are you?"

"I am Solomon Bunny. I am the result of the foolhardiness of two warriors with bodies similar to my own. But not as imperfect."

"What do you want with me? Why am I here?"

"You my metal friend are merely a victim of circumstance."

"But I lost that in the accident. Not much of my lower half survived. That's why I don't go out on many dates anym-"

"I said circumstance you tin moron. I take it your brain was recovered fully? A pity."

"You still haven't answered my question."

" The rodent who stole your leg was my target. When my people attacked her, you were caught in the crossfire. They were going to kill you, but I decided that you could be useful. As you can see, I am no longer in mint condition. I've been the victim of several accidents, like yourself. And I'm going to need some technological replacement parts, just like yours. And I'd like you to make me some."

"What if I refuse?"

"Then I will strip the necessary parts from your body with my claws."

With that Solomon bunny raised his bony arm so that his claws shimmered in the moonlight filtering in through cracks in the ceiling. A centipede slithered its way around his decayed hand, half burrowed in the skin. Cyborg's head sank in submission.

"You will begin the work immediately. I will send for you soon."

Down the hall of this dank dungeon was another prisoner of the disgusting Solomon bunny. One more resembling himself. The bunny known as Slade Wilson was also chained up, albeit far more extensively than his metal counterpart. Solomon didn't trust this one to be as subservient as the Cyborg. After all, this one couldn't be nailed to the wall without dying, and Solomon wanted this one to live, for a while at least. Chains obscured nearly his entire body, hanging high above a pool of acid. Guards armed with phasers stood at the ready at all times to his left and right. Solomon walked past him on his way to his personal quarters, which were only one room over. He kept his favorite prisoner so close to himself as a sign of superiority. He wanted slade to know that he was utterly vulnerable under Solomon's gaze. A smirk crept onto Solomon's face as he walked past his prisoner and Slade tried to scream at him through the gag in his mouth. Slade's bunny telepathy that was last seen in chapter one was not working due to the mental buffers Solomon had implanted all throughout his semi underground fortress. These would make it impossible for rose to find her father from anywhere but inside the lair itself. The bait was set. Everything was working out exactly as Solomon had planned, and soon, he would have a new body with which to crush his prey.

Once he had settled back into his room, Solomon called upon his advisors to meet with him. After a few minutes, the heads of Solomon's force were assembled in his room. Skrundy, the first woodland creature zombie that had been created after the leader himself. The Red Hare, a vicious bunny with a red head and ears, rumored to have once been Hitler's pet. As we all know, Hitler had a soft spot for soft furry creatures. And dolphins. Finally, the third operative whom Solomon had just called upon that very evening to work for him. A level 9 intellect woodland creature known as Squirrel Luthor.

Squirrel Luthor's work was legendary in the criminal animal circles. He was even the creator of the gaseous gas that could turn people into bunnies. His work was known to have been some of the best in the world. As Lex Luthor's pet, he had been subject to a multitude of experiments that left him with a vast intellect, but confined him to a wheelchair ala Steven Hawking. But not quite as immobile. Maybe Hawking was a bad choice. Lets go with...Larry Flynt. Yeah, that works. Anyways, Solomon bunny had offered to pay him a large sum of money to create vast amounts of the bunny gas. Solomon had a crazy diabolical plan to release this gas upon the major cities of the world, and then to rule them with an iron fist. Or whatever metals his new fists would be made out of. But first he would need to destroy those bunnies who initially scarred him. In a world of bunnies, they would be impossible to find. And so, his bunny gas plan was to be put on hold.

"How go things, my Advisors?"

"Everything seems to be proceeding as planned my lord," said Skrundy.

"All is quiet, and we await the arrival of the foolish girl, my lord" said Red Hare.

"I'm working on creating the vast quantities of gas you have requested sir," said Squirrel Luthor.

"Very well," said Solomon Bunny, "you are all dismissed."

The advisors exited his chambers hastily. As they left, four rombies dragged Cyborg into the room and secured his ankles by chain to the wall. They then dropped a box of equipment and a pile of metals in front of him. The rombies then exited indolently. As the door creaked shut behind them Solomon bunny approached Cyborg. He stood directly in front of him, gestured at the tools placed around him and commanded him, "Begin."

Many miles away, Rose was still tying o get a ride into bludhaven. Her sign read: Will do anything for a ride, but few seemed interested in her. If she was still in her normal body, this would have been no problem, but as a furry little animal, that sign was really just disturbing and confusing. So, she continued to walk, sign held high, toward the city.

"On the road again, something something something on the road again. I wish I could remember all of these lyrics. I really need a song to sing to keep my spirits high. Wait, I got it!

It's a piece of cake to bake a pretty cake if the way is hazy
you gotta do the cooking by the book you know you can't be lazy
never use a messy recipe the cake will end up crazy
if you do the cooking by the book then you'll have a cake
we gotta have it made you know that I love cake
finally it's time to make a cake
we gotta have it made you know that I love cake
finally it's time to make a (you gotta do the cooking by the book) cake

That song is friggin' awesome"

Rose continued on her trek into Bludhaven. With every second her father had less and less of a chance to live. She knew she would need help to rescue her dear old dad. She knew that the man she was seeking in Bludhaven would help her if she asked. But how could she find him in time?