Disclaimer:I have no ownership of these characters. I also have no ownership of Smallville.

Note: Okay, so I found this chapter most difficult to write...maybe because I'm not too familiar with this particular charater. Well anyway, this...differs from my previous chapters. Some readers might not completely understand this chapter, so I'll be sure to make it clearer for after you read. On the other hand, those who will understand it, I hope it will be good! I don't want to spoil anything so, hope you'll enjoy it!


Chapter 3: An Accident

The woman loomed over the five, a smile plastered onto her lips. She lifted a hand to her ear, pressing her finger against a small ear-piece. She held in in place until she heard slight static from the other end.

"I have them." She said to the piece.

"Proceed." The extremely low-toned voice spoke clearly into her ear.

She did as she ordered.

The fog settled in around her, creating the perfect cover to continue with her job without any distractions. She could never tell if some idiotic citizen would suddenly grow some courage to try and save the heroes. They were hers now, and she wanted all her attention to be centered around them.

There was no possible way they could wake, she had made sure of that. She had induced her power on them all and placed them in a deep trance from which they could not awaken. Unless...

No, she would make sure that they could not escape until she was given orders to release them. She had obtain the information she was sent for. She would be the one in control, she was the one pulling the strings.

So, whose string to pull first?

She let her eyes pass over each hero, rubbing her fingers together in anticipation.

"Who ever should I choose first? Any volunteers?" she asked the slumbering Titans. She threw her head back and cackled when there came no reply.

"Fine, I'll choose."

She closed her eyes, concentrating on the access she gained into her victim's minds. A grin spread wide across her face as one mind stood out from the others. She stored the most interesting mind away, saving the best for the last.

Then she explored the four other minds, wondering which to play with first. One mind seemed to just wanted to be picked. She turned all her focus on that mind, pushing the others out of her mind to be tended to at a later time. Quickly, she downloaded all information she would need, picking apart the Titan's mind for a more specific matter. Or, the only thing in any mind that really mattered to her, anyway.

Her eyes fluttered open, and her eyes rested on her first target.

Cyborg's face twitched slightly under her gaze, as she began her attack.


Cyborg's human eye slowly opened to reveal a pitch-black darkness that surrounded him. His systems powered up, rebooting and glowed, spreading some light into the dark. His left eye blinked red twice, before it turned on and then remained red. He groaned, his stomach twisting and turning in a sickening way. He placed a metal hand on his stomach, as if he could stop the pain.

He rolled over onto his knees and hands, holding his heavy body steady as dizziness scrambling his senses. His robotic hand rubbed gently over his human half of his face. Feeling as if he could not control himself, he slowly lifted himself off his knees and to his feet. The dizziness doubled as his blood drained away from his mind, and left him extremely light-headed. Swaying slightly, he tried to keep himself from falling over. He applied pressure to his temples with two metallic hands, trying to rid the pounding headache he had received.

"Oh, man." he groaned, opening his eye and looking around, "What happened?"

When no response came, Cyborg's stomach gave another twist of unease.

"Guys?" he spoke into the emptiness. He quickly become aware of the pitch-black darkness that surrounded him. Activating a light that unfolded itself from his shoulder, he began to search for his friends through the night.

"Star? Rob? Rae? BB?" His voice echoed, "Were are y'all?"

He followed the spotlight, and found nothing but a disturbing black that seemed to surround him in every direction. An internal alarm began to tense up his mechanical muscles as they sensed the emotion of fear in his brain pattern. His left arm automatically wired into the sonic cannon, and he held it at his side, unsure of what to do.

Then he heard a whisper pass his ear, "Victor..."

He whirled around to face it, but only found the continual darkness facing him. His breath shook slightly, uneasiness creeping into his veins.

"Hello? Anyone there?" He called uncertainly, but his voice still strong. Then he sighed as shook his head, a nervous smile drawing across his face, "Dang, Cyborg! Gettin' yourself all worked up! It's nothing! Chill out man, I bet this is a dream."

"Ahhhhah!" a scream whooshed past him.

Cyborg jumped and his entire body stiffened in fear. Then he quickly turned in every direction, trying to locate where the scream was coming from. The scream died away, leaving Cyborg breathless scared.

"Okay," He said, his voice shaky, "That was not nothin'."

Drawing his left arm up, he aimed it into the darkness, hoping that the sonic cannon would protect him against whatever was out there. He pivoted in a circular formation, trying in vain to cover all sides of him from any sudden attack he might receive. Everywhere he turned, the darkness was there. He gulped, a tightness rising in his chest.

"It's okay, Cyborg," He spoke to himself to try and shake the fright away,"everythings gonna be okay. Pull yourself together, man. There's no way-"

"VICTORRR!" a horrified screech split the air.

Cyborg's breath caught in his lungs, and his entire body froze up in fear. His biological heart beat faster, and his mechanical parts began to react. Hysteria seized his thoughts, and fear blinded him. Frantically, he shot his cannon into the darkness, screaming as he did.

"HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME?!"

Breathing heavily, Cyborg backed away, his eye moving madly as he searched the dark for something, anything. It couldn't be real. Sweat dropped from his brow, streaming slowly down his face.

Then, soft whispers reached his ears. His eye widened in absolute fear as he heard them slide past his ear. A chill ran down his spine, and he inhaled sharply as he felt the chill disperse though him. His entire body began to tremble, and he felt as if he couldn't control himself. They were barley audible, but he could still hear them faintly, as if they were right beside him.

"...Victor..."

The voice grew clearer, and one word stood clear from the rest. Cyborg exhaled softly, tears brimming in his eyes as he heard it. The right eyes grew blurry, and his mouth was open in utter shock. His mind was completely blank then, and only one thought entered his mind.

He knew that voice.

Then, Cyborg felt a horrible pain slam into his body. A sharp, burning pain shot up from spinal cord and followed his spine all the way up to his head. He doubled over, falling onto his knees. Searing pain spread through his body like fire, until ot completely enveloped him in shear agony. He cried out in pain, screaming louder and louder as the pain grew and grew. Everything hurt, nothing was spared from the horrible feeling. Amidst the torture, he squeezed his eyes tightly shut, tears streaming down them.

Abruptly, the pain was taken away from him. Every ache or pain stopped immediately as if it were on command. Cyborg felt nothing, his body dull and numb, spinning endlessly. He felt no ground benith his feet, or floor under his body.

There was nothing.

Everything was quiet. The only thing heard was his frantic panting, rasping from his lungs. He snapped his eyes open, unable to keep them shut in the silence any longer.

As soon as his eye-lids opened, the world returned to him. He felt a soft seat under him, his back leaned against a plush wall. His head swiveled around frantically, trying to figure out exactly what was happening. Leaning forward, he felt a small tug restrain him into the soft seat. He gasped and immediately looked down at what was holding him.

What he saw left him in utter shock.

A seat belt buckle strap was stretched diagonally across his body....his human body. Time seemed to slow as his eyes wandered over his body that was covered in chocolate colored skin. He wore jeans and a grey shirt that hung loosely on his muscular body. He looked down at his hands, flexing them in amazement.

He could feel his hands, his body, his muscles.

"What-how did this..." But his voice died away when he looked to the side of him.

Both eyes stared out a window, as buildings dashed past. He examined the outside world closely, and his eyes found a street that was moving quickly underneath the thin glass. Slowly, his mind began to process what all this was, and he finally realized where he was.

Gulping nervously, he leaned away from the window and drew his head around to the other side of him. His thoughts froze, and his pupils srunck significantly. An icy fear gripped hi heart, plunging his entire body in fear.

"No..." he whispered breathlessly.

Beside him, sat a young girl. She played violently with two dolls, smashing their heads together and moving her lips together, making sound effects for the game she could only see. Kicking her feet and giggling madly. She stopped abruptly, dropping her feet and her dolls into her lap. She turned her small head to look at him, her dark eyes glimmering in innocence.

Cyborg's eyes blurred, tears gathered in them as he gazed upon his sister.

She smiled up at him. Her lips moved as if she were speaking to him, but no sound was uttered from her. He looked down at her, confusion clouding his mind. He couldn't...

This couldn't be happening. This was impossible...

He turned away from her and looked forward. In front of him, there was two plush seats. and sitting in them, were two adults; one woman, one man. The woman sat in the seat directly in front of him, and the man sat in the seat diagonal to him, seemly distracted by the steering wheel he was controlling. The adults turned their heads toward each other and their lips moved, but yet again their voices seemed muted.

Cyborg's breath caught in his lungs. The tears were released from his eyes, stinging his skin as they rolled down his face. He could hear nothing, everything was silent. It was as if he was deaf, and no noise could be picked up by his ears. The fierce beating of his heart was the only thing he could hear.

It all hit him suddenly. He knew where he was, he knew what was happening.

He was in a car. His family seated all around him.

His mother twisted around in her seat to look back at her son, her lips moving mutely as she spoke to him. But Cyborg was paralyzed, just staring into his mother's eyes, tears streaming down his face.

Gradually, he came back to his senses. He had to stop this.

"Mom, mom! Listen to me! Can you hear me?!" His voice cracked from the emotion, "You need to tell dad to stop the car now. Stop it now, mom please listen to me."

But his mother only started blankly at him, her eyes questioning. She opened her mouth again and began to say something else, but Cyborg could not hear it. He read her lips, hoping that she had somehow heard him.

All he could read from the formation of her lips was, 'the lab.'

Cyborg growled loudly in frustration, knowing that she did not hear him. He turned his attention to his father.

"Dad! Dad!" He shouted at him, "Stop the car right now! Trust me something bad is about to happen! Stop it!"

His father did not respond, or even acknowledged that his son was speaking to him. His eyes stayed glued to the road in front of him,"DAD! MOM! LISTEN TO ME!" hysteria took over his mind again, tears flowing freely out of his eyes.

Then, the car approached a red light. His dad obeyed the traffic law and stopped at the intersection, waiting patiently for the light to turn green.

Cyborg gasped as he saw the scene play out before him. He reconized this all too well.

He had to stop this, he couldn't live through this nightmare again.

"STAY HERE! DO NOT MOVE THE CAR DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME? YOU'VE GOT TO TRUST ME DON'T GO WHEN THE LIGHT TURNS GREEN! PLEASE, LISTEN! PLEASE-" But Cyborg's cries were unheard.

The light turned green.

His father eased off on the breaks, and onto the gas.

"NO, NO, NO! DON'T KEEP DRIVING! WE'RE ABOUT TO BE HIT-"

Cyborg snapped his head to the window on his sister's side of the car, knowing what he would see but hoping that it wouldn't appear. He saw the truck speeding toward their car.

Suddenly, sound returned to his ears. The horrifying rumble of the truck shook the air, and the horn screamed. It's tires screeched in a cruel way, as if laughing at the horrible deed it was about to commit.

"NNNOOOOO!" Cyborg screamed, watching the truck speed toward their car.

The truck slammed into their together, grinding and scraping against it. Cyborg's vision became blurred, and his body thrashed violently against his seat belt. His neck whiplash and snapped against the restraint, and he yelled in pain as it exploded in his body once again. A sickening crush was heard from the two cars, as the truck thrusted harder into the family car.

History was repeating again.

Amidst the horrible sound of the crash, he could hear one voice above all nose.

"VICTORRR!"

"There! Take a good long look! I had an accident, and now I'm a monster alright? A Cyborg!" -Cyborg; episode,"Go!"


Note: I love going deeper into the back round of the Titans! So anyway, I hope you guys all get it now, but if you are still lost let me clarify: Before Cyborg was Cyborg, his name was Victor Stone. His parents were like big-time scientists at S.T.A.R. Labs, and Victor was always pushed by them to become a scientist as well. Then the story kind of splits into two versions from here:

In the DC Universe, his parents were trying to conduct an experiment and it went horribly wrong. Some creature from another dimension came through a portal they had accidentally opened or something like that. Anyways, Victor's mother was killed, and he was majorly injured. His father then saved his life by making him half-machine, thus creating Cyborg. Victor then despised his father for what he had done, blaming him for his mother's death, a grudge he kept for the rest of his life. Even though it fits the whole, 'I hate daddy' theme of the Titans, it seemed unrealistic to me, and I wanted to make Cyborg's history as realistic as it could be.

Then, there is the Smallville version. If you haven't watched Smallville, there is an episode in the 5th season called 'Cyborg'. In this episode, Clark Kent runs into a young man named Victor Stone who is running from Lexcorplabs because they want to experiment on him. His story was that his entire family was in a horrible car accident, in which no one survived. They pulled Victor(who was barley alive) from the wreckage and saved his life by making him half-machine. He harbors ill feelings, wishing that they would have let him die with the rest of his family instead of turning him into a 'Monster'. I felt myself leaning more to this story because it was more realistic, and it seemed to fit Cyborg better.