The Games We Play - Part Two
The User went to Enzo's right. Jumping quickly as to see him Enzo caused further pain to his head, and eye.
Zaytan was again in Enzo's sight, possessing the same demonic features as before. Enzo looked at him again
hating his actions and appearance.
By the end of the round Enzo was beginning to slow down, and hope was lost. But things began to look up
as the game's program messed up again. The even greater thing was it caused the User to automatically lose,
giving Enzo a much needed break.
The surrounding words, "GAME OVER" ran through the streets of the dark system. Enzo looked around the
blackness that was hugging to his very body, seeing if he could find AndrAIa. It was hopeless....there was too
much fog through the dark night to see! Frisket soon nudged his hand. "Frisket! Where's AndrAIa?"
Frisket trotted over to a body that was lieing on the ground. AndrAIa.
"No...AndrAIa," whispered Enzo as he leaned down and touched her face. He pulled his hand back quickly. She
was already very cold, and the night air would only prolong her
deadly condition.
Seeing a bench in the park like area they were in, Enzo tried to move AndrAIa's limp body. Being to weak
and tired and having only one eye to see through gave him no chance of moving her. Looking at Frisket he said,
"Help me get her over there." Frisket looked at him in disbelief. Sure, he -liked- AndrAIa, and would help, but the
only sprites he had ever
helped like this were Dot and Enzo. His family.
Enzo shook his head, frustrated. In a harsh tone Enzo growled, "Frisket....I said.....help me out. Now." Frisket
backed away a bit at the sound of his voice, but decided it was best to help his master.
With Frisket's help Enzo got AndrAIa to the bench safely. Frisket placed AndrAIa on the bench, and stepped
back. Sitting on the bench, Enzo lifted AndrAIa's head and lay it in his lap. When he looked down he saw energy
on his knee, and close to AndrAIa's head. He touched it, and sighed unhappily to find that it was still wet, and
fresh. Gently he turned AndrAIa's head, and to his horror he saw a rather deep wound. He bent down and ripped
off the end of his uniform. Then applied the piece of cloth to the wound, carefully applying pressure.
Enzo was surprised when AndrAIa began to stir, and mumble quietly. "Hmmm...Enzo, what in the Net are
you doing?"
"AndrAIa! You're okay!"
"Of course I am," she looked at the cloth, "It is not that bad, just a small cut..........Where are we? This is not
Mainframe." Enzo looked away sadly.
End Part Two