A/N: Hey guys, I know i haven't exactly updated in a while… anyways, had this fic floating around after I watched Old Tron, and then proceeded to watch New Tron. It's really just a baby of fic, enjoy!
The Similarities End There
Summary: Even with broken eyes, one can see, and see, Rinzler does.
Characters: Rinzler, no pairings
The Games.
His days of glory.
Amazing then, amazing now.
He was the champion, ever the best.
The similarities end there.
Then
Then, he believed in Users. With pride. He had the privilege of meeting a user once, Kevin Flynn. In the grand scheme of things, the pride it brought had been fleeting.
Then, the programs loved him for choosing to defy. He believed, and through him, that belief thrived. Rebellion fed by the flame that Tron had struck in the hearts of many programs. A flame that still lived today, regardless of it's lessening fuel.
Then, the games were a punishment, an occasion reserved for the tyrant's enemies.
Then, The Games were loathed.
Now
Now, Rinzler is ashamed of his few memories of Flynn. He wishes he could cast them away, but CLU insists- a source for Rinzler's hate of all things User.
Now, he was loved for brutality. No hesitance, no mercy… Fight for your life, or die by his hand. He was the only one who could truly win.
Now, the games a reward, to programs who choose to follow CLU. Still a reserved occasion- for the audience that will submit to CLU.
Yes indeed, the similarities are few. Because now?
Let the games begin.
Yes it's short, just please R&R. Light Jets for those that do…