This is another one that I took out of scraps and therefore some of you have probably already seen. I took this out because I am very happy with it. For those of you who haven't seen this before, enjoy!
For the Sprx 100 challenge. Fic #2
Nostalgia
By Netbug009
"But that's not the real you, is it my brother?"
He glared at his questioner. It was a pleasure for the orange monkey to taunt the last remaining member of the Hyperforce.
Scrapes and bruises covered the Sprx's body. He lunged at his foe with a cry of anger, only to he dodged by a simple step to the right. He fell to the floor, tears flooding his eyes as he realized he was done.
"The real you is the part you want to hide, isn't it? You're filled with hatred for everybody around you."
"Usually I'd say you're crazy as ever, but since you're the only one around me at the moment, I'll have to agree with you there."
Mandarin laughed. The time without his comrades had done nothing to change Sprx's smart mouth attitude. "You haven't changed at all, have you? You never learn."
True again. His sarcasm was doing the same purpose it always had; being a cover up to his real feelings.
That was all he had ever really done, wasn't it? He hid his feelings for Nova by faking to be a flirt. He had hid his hopelessness during the war with Skeleton king with anger.
He had hid everything when it happened.
The war had been surging for days. Skeleton King was becoming weak. His power to create new forces was little, and he only had enough stamina to stand behind his men and breathe shallowly, and Sprx watched him standing and breathing with a glare even stronger than he was giving Mandarin now. Skeleton King glared back as his minions surrounded the red monkey.
He had hurt his family, his friends, and Nova, and it had all been possible because of an attempt to raise him.
His rage fueled him. He ran through the black and white haze watching his target closely, who was surprised when the red monkey began to beat him to the ground while shrieking something horrible in his monkey language.
The stress of all the attacks he had suffered became too much. Between Sprx's anger, the assaults the others had done, and his used power, it was over for him. The formless melted and turned to dust, and so did the Skeleton King. Sprx retreated to the robot and watched it all blow away. There was not a single soul left alive of the field.
Not one.
And that's when Sprx realized that he was the only member of the Super Robot Monkey Team Hyperforce who had survived the Great War.
And he hid behind his sarcasm again. He hid as the bodies of his teammates were discovered. He hid when a statue was placed on the field in their honor. He never cried about any of it.
But as the battle raged with the last evil on Shuggazoom, he felt the memories of his team, and tears welled up in his eyes. Sprx experienced emotion for the first time in the months since they had left him alone.
He felt that anger returning to him, and he charged at Mandarin with a new strength. Mandarin grew wide eyes and retreated for the day. Sprx stood and tried to catch his breath.
"But that's not the real you, is it my brother?"
No, it wasn't. He was something totally different than either of them thought.