TRON: INSURRECTION

CHAPTER 1

Sam Flynn wanted to remember over the familiar sounds of sirens and gunshots. He wanted to remember that perfect moment he had shared with Quorra after escaping the Grid. Sam had wanted to show her the world he knew before they changed it forever, Sam had taken Quorra to the far ends of the earth showing her the wonders of man and nature alike. Quorra's eyes would widen and brighten as she drank in the beauty of the world, each time Sam had seen Quorra's eyes glisten in the light with tears in her eyes as she marvelled at the beauty around her he had been reminded of that one perfect moment as she had held him comfortingly from behind; her body warm and soft against his as the soft air of dawn caressed their skin and brushed through their hair… Sam wished he could remember that moment… He could still feel Quorra holding on to him from behind as they shattered the speed limit but her body was cold and her grip tight and vice like as she struggled through the pain coursing through her while trying desperately to sustain the strength in her arms to hold on to Sam as they careened through the twists and turns of the highway and into a labyrinth of alleys and back streets. Sam could still feel a familiar warmth but it was a warmth he tried desperately to ignore, it was the oozing wet warmth of his own blood.

Sam knew the city well and apparently much better than the pursuing S.W.A.T teams and police did, even the helicopters above him with their harsh spotlights would occasionally lose him. The ice cold air of the winter night felt as if it was slashing at Sam's face, his eyes ached through straining to hold back the tears that the air brought to them but for now, for these next precious seconds, he and Quorra had broken away from the chase and were on their own. Sam knew where his destination lay and he wasn't too far away from it now; his father's arcade. Once there Sam would take Quorra back to The Grid where she would be safe and perhaps there, as his father had done, he could find the time to heal her wounds and his own.

Sam saw the familiar name adorning the façade of the building ahead; the S of Flynn's still flickered through the night, for a brief second Sam was lost in a world of memories that he had shared with his father in his youth, Sam snapped back into the present and hit the brakes on his bike, the bike was still slowing to a halt as Sam leapt up on to his feet and dismounted the bike grabbing Quorra as he did, Sam tried not to notice the black cell-like crystals falling from Quorra and onto the ground as he pulled her to her feet as gently and as hastily as he could, the bike rolled a few feet into the distance and then fell to its side. Sam didn't have any time to waste. Sam gritted his teeth through the pain coursing through his body as he helped a stumbling Quorra through the arcade; she had found her feet but was too weak to use them, the sedation drugs that were forced into her were in full effect now. Sam placed Quorra on the floor with her back to a wall and dashed over to the TRON arcade machine, hissing through an almost unbearable pain which made his arms shake Sam eventually pulled open the entrance to the inner sanctum below the arcade.

As Sam scrambled back to Quorra's side ready to lift her and carry her down the stairs to the sanctum he heard whispers slowly flowing from her lips.

"Sam… I don't want to go back… it's too perfect here…" her words voice was so weak that Sam could barely make sense of the whisper even though her lips were almost against his ear as he lifted her and cradled her in his arms.

"We were wrong Quorra, my father and I wanted to change the world but the world doesn't want to be changed." Sam was fully aware of the tears choking his words, he hadn't the strength to keep them at bay anymore, the pain was too great and standing in the inner sanctum below his father's arcade had brought back memories of his father whom he had lost twice already in his life.

"I can… help your world, Sam…"

Sam readied his reply but was cut short upon hearing the sirens and blades of police cars and S.W.A.T helicopters outside; there was no time to waste. Sam sat Quorra in front of the main computer and began typing, tracking, updating, downloading and everything else he could do to give life to the laser pointed straight at them. Sounds of mechanical life were music to Sam's ears, he saw the laser coming to life, lifting its barrel towards them; Sam left Quorra's side but only for a moment as he set the charges around the laser and set them for sixty seconds, it hadn't been easy to get a hold of such explosives but nothing had stopped Sam from rescuing Quorra from the research lab and now nothing would stop him returning her to The Grid and he would make sure that no one would follow them. Sam held Quorra close as footsteps filled the room above, the laser glowed with energy and shot out its beam at Quorra and Sam. Sam felt the familiar alien feeling of transcending reality; he held Quorra tighter and closed his eyes until it was over. Through all the sounds and sensations of transcending reality Sam thought he could hear the sound and feel the heat of the charges exploding as he and Quorra left the world he knew the other that would be his second home.

Sam felt a stillness he hadn't felt in years. He slowly opened his eyes to the familiar darkness of The Grid. He felt Quorra's limp body in his arms; she was unconscious. Sam held her closely as he took in his surroundings, he knew where he should be, he knew he should be standing in the digital representation of his father's arcade but he wasn't the space around him had changed. He looked into the distance drinking in the changes through his weak and tired eyes.

"What the hell?" he asked himself.