Angst and Death.

Cyborg

"Mack I think this is a really bad idea"

"Shut up Carol"

"Mack please-"

"It's my son Carol"

Mack sat at his computer, typing code frantically as his assistant stood nearby, a worried look on her face before looking over at the broken body of what had been the mans son, covered only by a thin hospital gown.

Macks son was named Wyatt. He had been a happy boy with bright chocolate brown eyes and an easy smile.

Before he'd gotten sick.

Wyatt had been sick, very sick, he didn't have long to live and it was with a heavy heart that Carol had helped Mack break into the hospital and steal his son.

Now Mack was determined to bring his son back, one way or another.

But surely making the boy a cyborg wasn't the right way.

Most of the boy was now metal and wires, synthetic organs and glass eyes with lasers.

Why the boy needed lasers Carol still didn't know but then again, most of this had come from the black market.

The boys long hair framed his body, Wyatt loved his hair long, black with one red stripe and it was a feature that Mack had fought to keep about his son.

"There....done" Mack said, pressing a key on the keyboard, looking over at the body of his son, "he should wake up now...".

There was almost no wait, dark brown eyes snapped open, fingers flexing experimentally and Carols mouth dropped open.

Wyatt was alive again.