Author's Note- Ok, so this is my first fanfic of any nature that I have uploaded. SO with that said, I do appreciate criticism, just don't be rude about it. This story is set when Rinzler falls into the sea, at the end of Tron:Legacy. Some other things you might want to know. The 'She' that is referred to here is the Grid.
I don't own any of the Tron franchise, and credit for creation of these characters go to where it is due. Copyright infringement not intended. Here's Drowning.
All he can see is darkness. He is sinking, flailing his arms wildly about. The darkness is pressing in, choking out any light from his minimal, light blue circuits.
He lets out a broken, staticky scream that no one hears. He kicks trying to swim up. But it's so hard to tell what is up and down. The only thought that is going through his mind is to survive. It's the first time in many cycles he's thought of survival. The first time he's actually had the will to survive.
Both parts of him want to survive. But Tron is the only one who can make it happen. He has the will. So Rinzler steps back and finally lets Tron back, and take over after so long.
He doesn't want to die.
He can finally hear her again. It's like greeting an old friend. She speaks to him. And somehow he knows which way to go. Although he is still afraid of dying in this murky, corrupted water, he knows she will not let him die. Not this way, not yet. He still has to set things straight. He struggles upwards, and finally he sees the surface, and breaks through. His arms feel heavy and he barely makes it to the beach. His legs feel like he's been running for ages, and he only makes it a few feet before he collapses on the beach. He feels the corrupted sludge of the sea on his armor, but he has no strength to clean it off.
His circuits flicker dimly, and he falls into deep shutdown.
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