Stasis.
-Wake up...-
Cyborg's finger twitched. His eyebrow flinched slightly and then relaxed.
-Hey, you big junk heap! I'm talkin' to YOU!-
Cyborg breathed in deep, his chest pushing against his restraints. In his mind, a face came into view. His own, fully human face.
-What are you doing? You're stronger than this.- Victor Stone said, shaking his head disdainfully. Cyborg looked away.
"I can't do anything. I'm only half alive right now... I have no control over my machine body."
-You just don't want to do anything. You don't have any super powers. You have you, and your bionic enhancements. If you just lie there like a broken refrigerator, no one can fault you. But if you push yourself... really push that part of you that doesn't need electricity or battery power... You can change the situation.-
Cyborg gritted his teeth, eyes narrowed at his human counterpart. "Easy for you to say. You're whole! You have all of you, you-"
-You heard him scream.-
Cyborg stopped, the color draining from his face. "What?"
-Beast Boy, you heard him, even if you don't want to think about it. Your friends are in trouble, Cyborg. Slade may be using your power, but that's it. We both know that if you pull yourself together, if you get out of this, you can overcome his hold.-
Cyborg smiled slightly. "You mean, I can reverse this energy drain."
Victor Stone grinned. -There he is.- He reached forward and tapped the side of Cyborg's head not concealed by metal and circuits. -That's what I'm talking about. Nothin' but gray matter and neurons.-
Cyborg closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his old self was gone. He was staring into the empty room again, alone.
"I can do this."
Expelling great effort, Cyborg raised his arms, forming his hands into claws. With vice-like strength and force he crashed them down onto the stone wall behind him, and propelled himself forward, snapping his restraints. He fell to his knees, breaking his fall clumsily.
"Come on, Cyborg. Get it together." He growled, concentrating. The tubes and wires running from his back began to glow with blue light, and instead of sapping him of his energy, the flow reversed. Cyborg pulsed with strength, his clear circuits beaming with healthy blue. "All RIGHT!"
He leapt to his feet, doing an impromptu dance. "I totally kicked this place's a-"
He stopped. In the now open doorway stood a familiar silouette. Cyborg raised his arm, converting it to his sonic cannon.
"Where are my friends?"
((hey, that's Slade in the doorway, by the way. I just wanted to get this moving.))
Cyborg's finger twitched. His eyebrow flinched slightly and then relaxed.
-Hey, you big junk heap! I'm talkin' to YOU!-
Cyborg breathed in deep, his chest pushing against his restraints. In his mind, a face came into view. His own, fully human face.
-What are you doing? You're stronger than this.- Victor Stone said, shaking his head disdainfully. Cyborg looked away.
"I can't do anything. I'm only half alive right now... I have no control over my machine body."
-You just don't want to do anything. You don't have any super powers. You have you, and your bionic enhancements. If you just lie there like a broken refrigerator, no one can fault you. But if you push yourself... really push that part of you that doesn't need electricity or battery power... You can change the situation.-
Cyborg gritted his teeth, eyes narrowed at his human counterpart. "Easy for you to say. You're whole! You have all of you, you-"
-You heard him scream.-
Cyborg stopped, the color draining from his face. "What?"
-Beast Boy, you heard him, even if you don't want to think about it. Your friends are in trouble, Cyborg. Slade may be using your power, but that's it. We both know that if you pull yourself together, if you get out of this, you can overcome his hold.-
Cyborg smiled slightly. "You mean, I can reverse this energy drain."
Victor Stone grinned. -There he is.- He reached forward and tapped the side of Cyborg's head not concealed by metal and circuits. -That's what I'm talking about. Nothin' but gray matter and neurons.-
Cyborg closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his old self was gone. He was staring into the empty room again, alone.
"I can do this."
Expelling great effort, Cyborg raised his arms, forming his hands into claws. With vice-like strength and force he crashed them down onto the stone wall behind him, and propelled himself forward, snapping his restraints. He fell to his knees, breaking his fall clumsily.
"Come on, Cyborg. Get it together." He growled, concentrating. The tubes and wires running from his back began to glow with blue light, and instead of sapping him of his energy, the flow reversed. Cyborg pulsed with strength, his clear circuits beaming with healthy blue. "All RIGHT!"
He leapt to his feet, doing an impromptu dance. "I totally kicked this place's a-"
He stopped. In the now open doorway stood a familiar silouette. Cyborg raised his arm, converting it to his sonic cannon.
"Where are my friends?"
((hey, that's Slade in the doorway, by the way. I just wanted to get this moving.))