A/N;

I'm so bad :(
I haven't had time to update this, so I'm doing my best to scrounge up a chapter before something else gets in the way.

Now, let me get a few things over with.

Number one; Kyd Wykkyd's past is made up. He doesn't actually have one, so I guess I can do whatever I like.

Number two; I've read a few times that his real name is Elliot Knight, so I'm gonna go with that. Credit to whoever made it up/found it on the net. I didn't make it up. :D I'm sorry if that annoys anyone who's read 'Caged', but whatever. I think I've got new readers for this story, anyhow.

Number three; I created a brief past for Kyd Wykkyd in one of my 'Caged' chapters. I'm stealing from it and elaborating some more. Yeah, I copied and pasted because I'm lazy :D

Number four; I own nothing, as per usual. It's sad. :(

Kyd Wykkyd stared up at the gathering storm clouds, his blood-red eyes and pale skin making him look like a twisted creature of the night. He frowned as he felt the first raindrop fall onto his un-gloved hand. He shivered in the gathering wind. There would be a storm tonight. Kyd scuffed his sneakers along the pavement, having donned his uniform in exchange for regular clothes for once. Maybe the HIVE wouldn't miss him- they always said he was mostly unnoticeable, totally silent.

It was nearly impossible to see the fluffy outlines of the storm clouds against the starless night sky. A loud peal of thunder sounded through the air, followed by a flash of bright lightning. Kyd pulled his hood further down over his eyes, head down as he began to walk. He could easily teleport, but why waste the energy? A little rain never hurt anybody.

He watched a couple sharing an umbrella as they walked down the street, his eyes closing as he noticed a small boy being carried by his father. He scowled- some people had all the luck.

He hadn't chosen to be a crook, it sort of just happened. He might never have discovered his powers if he hadn't watched his father stab his mother to death when he was nine years old. He would've been killed too, if his powers hadn't manifested right then. It changed him completely. His once olive skin became pale, his eyes turned a deep crimson, and he discovered he could teleport. He was so terrified of everything after that, and soon found he'd lost his ability to talk. He just couldn't make his voice work anymore; he couldn't make any sounds at all, not laughter, not a scream... He guessed it didn't matter, anyway. He was never exactly Mr. Talkative. He spent a lot of time wondering what kind of god-forsaken freak he was after he ended up in Jump City. He still didn't know what happened to his dad, and he didn't want to know. He used his powers to steal- a mere shadow in the night. He slept wherever and whenever he could, taking what he could to survive.

Life had been one big terrifying nightmare, until he was approached by Brother Blood. He was given a uniform, a few school books, and suddenly he had a home. He met some friends, and for the first time in six years, life seemed okay. Then the school was destroyed, and he lost the only real home he'd ever had. But he wasn't on his own this time. He hung with Angel for a while, having already formed a good friendship with her, but eventually they went their separate ways, and Kyd joined the HIVE 5. It wasn't the best life imaginable, but he liked it. Anything was better than the place he started from.

Not that it was hard to beat, but anyway.

Kyd stared mutely ahead, human instinct telling him to get out of the rain as it began to pour down upon him. Cold drips ran down his nose as he glanced up at the angry sky. Maybe the HIVE would be worried. Maybe they wouldn't.

Jinx was actually okay if you got past the 'I am tougher than you' attitude she was always harbouring. See-More was a nice guy- he and Kyd himself were the more 'mature' members out of the boys. Billy was a prankster- there was no other word for it. He liked getting a laugh, even if he was the only one chuckling. Mammoth was a huge eating machine who used brute force rather than his mind to solve problems. Gizmo was an annoying, arrogant little kid who thought he was better than everyone else. Kyd Wykkyd figured he was just compensating for being the youngest out of the team.

And he was... the silent enigma. Billy was constantly trying to coax a word from him, but Kyd ignored him. He'd been mostly silent his entire life, slipping around quietly in the hopes that he wouldn't inspire another beating from his father. He was over that now- he was stronger, faster and better than the main who had raised him with fists. He wasn't Elliot Knight anymore. He was Kyd Wykkyd, mutant freak and HIVE villain. Maybe he would've enjoyed being Kyd Wykkyd, super powered hero and Teen Titan, but that just wasn't what fate had dealt him, he guessed.

He sloshed through the quickly gathering puddles, completely soaked. Maybe he'd teleport back soon... he rounded the corner and ducked into a alley, using his powers to teleport out of the harsh weather and back into the base. Oh great, now he was dripping all over the floor. Jinx was gonna have his ass. He sprinted for the cupboard in the corridor and grabbed a towel. Retreating back to his room, Kyd Wykkyd got changed back into his uniform and lay back on his bed like he'd never gone out at all.

"Kyd? Hey, Kyd!" See-More knocked on the door and it slid open. Kyd offered him a tiny grin as he entered the room. See-More smiled in return. "Wanna come play some gamestation? Gizmo and Billy teamed up, Mammoth's out someplace and Jinx won't play. I need another guy on my team."

Kyd nodded. He and See-More would win, like they did every time they played. Gizmo would get angry and call them crud-munching snot boogers, or something like that. Billy would make a few copies of himself and use them to have a big argument. See-More and Kyd Wykkyd would high five, and generally rub it in their faces as much as possible. Then Mammoth would probably join then, picking whichever side he thought had a better chance of winning the upcoming brawl.

Then, just as Gizmo would fire his first weapon, Jinx would emerge from her room and snarl at them all to knock it off. Needless to say, they'd obey without question.

Even Villains needed some down time, he supposed.

A/N;

Sorta pointless, but whatever. A little Kyd Wykkyd one shot for you. :D

-Rain