G-Zero's sequel everyone! My Will will hopefully be as, if not more successful than its predecessor. It starts off a little different but in the end you know where it's going for. ENJOY!

Prologue 1: Unknown

It's unusually dark outside. No light sources burn and no head or tail lights of any car drive by. All that there is, is the gleam of the full moon. Its light shined into a prison cell known as 568-J, named after the cellblock its part of. Its inhabitant? That's me. A 30-year old male who, believe it or not, sat here on my terms. I never claimed I was innocent for something I defiantly committed. I'm asleep now. What? Gimma a break! It's 4AM in the morning okay?

Sorry, drifting off. Where was I again? Oh yeah: lying on a bed that felt better to more I lied on it. The springs in the mattress and the bed itself were complete bonkers. But just like a butt-print in a couch-cushion, everything takes the shape you want it to be as long as you pressure it. I've told my girl that the beds were okay, but it took a lot longer before I could actually call it that way.

Today is actually the past when I describe it now. Actually, to be completely fair, that morning was a year or so ago. If not longer. It was the day of my advanced release. How glad was I to get out of this dump. Into the real world and experience freedom. The only sense of that have been short but very, VERY pleasant encounters with my girlfriend.

Of course, I'm always too tired to realize what important day it is this time. Last time it was a general inspection… held at 6AM. I almost slept through it until a guard came by and started to rattle his baton against the bars of my cell door. What is it? A sideways xylophone!?

And I could swear that I heard that same sound that very morning. Only it was further away, down the hallway. It came closer but eventually took off and silence took over.

*There is only one shit for brains that does something like this.* I thought by myself. His name was Richard. His last name was too complicated to remember. Everyone always called him Richy, simply because the rumor had it that his uncle was stinkin' rich. Oh… how many of my fellow inmates haven't slobbered at this feet to become their friends. Me and my two friends would just look at it like: 'Dude. Are you f-ing kidding me? Have some self-respect.' Those guys seemed to be prepared to do anything. Luckily, we weren't the only inmates thinking the same. About 98%, that includes us, just watched and covered our faces from time to time.

Suddenly, the rattling came back. And it approached my cell quickly. I heard it stop at the end of the cell door of the cell just next to me. I had one, extremely sleepy eye open when I heard something clinging behind me. It was a bunch of keys attached to a large ring. Richy was trying to find the right one for the lock.

'566-J… 567-J… Ah! 568-J!' I heard him say. He put the key in the lock and turned it. My cell door opened and I heard him coming in. He tapped his baton on the iron integument of my bed in an effort to wake me up. With me already awake for 10% and absolutely hating that awful sound, if had success for sure.

'Get up mister.' he commands on in munificent manner. 'I thought you would be happier to see the morning of your release.'

When I heard that, I wish I had the power to facepalm myself right through my stupid skull. The most important day and I forget that!? My friends have been released for about two months now. Both got the same punishment. And finally, it was my turn.

Unfortunately, my mind and body wouldn't cooperate properly. My eyes were wide open all of the suddenly. I sat upright as my eyes already tended to close again. With a hazy gaze, I looked at Richy. He just stood there, smug with his baton in his right paw. As if he was expecting me to blow him or something. Hell! How should I know what he demands to get as "friend"?

But I was drifting off way too far. Those realms are best left untouched.

'Why so early?' I inquired before I uttered a lengthy yawn. Richy laughs sedated.

'Because we don't wanna cause a ruckus among the others. I thought you might understand.' he suggested to my previous career. He was probably just jealous that he never came as high as I was. Anyway, I stood up from my bed. I turned around before Richy and put my paws behind my back.

'This is the last time you'll ever wear these. Be glad.' said Richy as he put a pair of cuffs around my wrists. He put his left paw on my left shoulder and guided me out of my cell. The hallway was quiet. Really surprising since Richy rattled a lot the past few minutes or so. Richy locked my cell and guided me through the hallway.

Suddenly, without any warning, the inmates started to rampage within their cells. Like rabid monkeys trying to break out. I could hear tables, if there were any, were flipped and beds tossed at the bars of the cell. There were even those who clanged to the bars and started to pull it out. Well… trying to pull it out. To no effect of course.

It scared my balls off at first but then I was more assured that most cries and shouting was actually positive in tone. It was my farewell party with a shrieking choir of idiots that were still your inmates. In some respects, your fellow comrades. You're in the same building, locked in a cage and sobbing in rage until someone finally notifies you that reality is coming back at you.

Richy didn't take kindly to this surprise party. With his baton he started to slam against bars and arms jutting out in between. 'Get back!' he commanded to no extent. The inmates were going complete loco! It was a joy to see really and I was humbled. As I bowed my head a little to show my humbleness, Richy was having trouble with a pawing inmate who grabbed on to his baton. Richy frees it after a brief struggle only hit the yapping inmate in the head with it.

It was an embarrassment to get something stuck between the paws of that guy. He was a rapist and not completely 100% in the head for starters. He was also the whipping boy of the whole block and the weakest. So yeah, it was quite the embarrassment to my entertainment.

As I come closer to the door, the way to my freedom with a slightly red Richy guiding me towards it, my eyes went up for some reason. Block J had three floors, all visible from the ground floor up. Like a staircase for giants. And on the second floor, there was this guy. A wolf who liked to pretend he was a lion. He was a heavily tanned, buffed up cannibal and led a notorious gang within Block J. Always stirring with the police and guards inside.

We had a bitter rivalry ever since I called him out for "black face" in front of my girl when she visited. That guy and I had been in a fight before that. He surprised me in the showers. Classy right? Anyway, he got me a black eye. I was able to repel anything else and I've shown him who was boss. About that… I'd rather not go into too much detail. Let's just say that he walked a little more awkward after that.

He looked down on me. Pfff! As if I should be afraid of that. 'I'll be seeing you Doll!' I spoke and… if you thought that Block J wouldn't get any wilder… then you haven't seen that. "Doll" was my new nickname for him. I found "asshole" was too thick on top. You know? Too obvious.

Finally, the door opened before my eyes and I saw what looked like a typical office hallway. A green carpet all the way through, a T-junction in the middle and two offices in cased in stone with glass to look in and outside of them. It was like I entered an entire new world. To be clear for you reality checkers and nitpickers out there; this was the permanent exit. For those set free. There is another one leading to the lunch and dinner room and another leading outside. Just to clear things here.

We went straight on the junction and the swing door that was opened before me with an annoying loud buzz, showed a counter. It looked like stall at an airport where they check your ID. Behind the, of course, bulletproof glass, sat a desert-red coyote on a black swivel chair reading a newspaper and having a nice coffee while his feet were resting upon his desk. Something that was not authorized but he didn't care. His name was Chad and like with his younger brother, I didn't know his last name. Never had to. He had a bowl haircut that was really thin and so greasy it would put the 70's to shame.

This was the point of no return. Here I would regain all my stuff. My old clothing and other stuff I had on me. Of course, not my weapon. That would too risky. It isn't a silly cartoon ladies and gentlemen! Richy tapped on the glass, getting a less than friendly look from Chad.

'WHAT!' he bellowed in a slight Asian accent. It was funny because he did that on purpose. His real accent was slightly Brooklyn but he liked messing with people from time to time. All because of the looks on his face, you could almost say he was someone else's brother.

'Can't you see I'm reading this?' He looked over to me. 'Oh! I didn't know that was now.' he says a little more functional.

'Surprising…' said Richy condescending. 'You're taking care of this?' he asks as he sees that it's almost time for his brake. He feels like he went through a battlefield. Not unexpected since those inmates can be quite the bunch.

'Of course I'm taking care of this you racist idiot!' bellowed Chad again. 'Now go! Fill your white stomach with pre-produced hotdogs and other snacks made of cow dung!'

The moment Richy walked off, Chad started roar in laughter, kicking his feet up in the air and throwing the newspaper like an old rag away. We both had a laugh before we got to business.

'It feels… ahaha… so good to punk with him.' says Chad feeling a sting in his ribcage. He laughed a little too exuberant.

'It sure does.' I replied. 'It sure does…'

Still with his feet on the desk and coffee is in hand and mug, also important, he turned his free paw to the computer. He typed in my prison ID-number and that unlocked a cabinet behind him. He puts his coffee away and grabbed a small suitcase out of it.

The cabinet is filled from the other side where there is also a door. The storage of every inmates' stuff is better preserved that way and it's a little harder to acquire during a breakout.

Chad laid the suitcase out in front of me and, already reaching for his coffee again, opened it in front of my eyes. 'See something you like?'

But of course dipshit! I didn't say that but my expression certainly transmitted that. Chad opened a part of the window and shoved it underneath. He took it and was ready to leave. But I had one final question for Chad.

'Hey Chad?' Chad barely reacts to it, a jittery movement of his left ear to show he heard at least something. *Smug idiot.* 'Is there someone waiting for me outside?' I asked heavily suggesting towards my girlfriend. She had to wait for me as a free man for too long now. Especially since I haven't seen her in days. The last days before one's release, visits, certainly conjugal, were scrapped. For me, that reason is still not known.

It did nerve me a little. Is she in time to pick me up? Does she even know it's today? I know; too many thoughts were running through my head at that time, but I was that nervous. Nothing showed at from me, but inside it was a horrid feeling.

Chad gave me a cocky smile, knowing the exact reason why. He rolled his chair to the back of the room and knocked on the wall.

'Eh yo STEVEN!' he shouted towards the room on the other side. A guy named Steven who I've never met, seemingly in control of the camera's, woke up startled hearing Chad's shouting after he dozed off.

'Uuurhhh…. WHAT!?' he yelled back furious and touchy.

'Can you check if someone's is awaiting a prisoner about to be released?'

With more attention to his upcoming sleep than to the screen itself, sleepy eyes looked at every camera that showed the street outside the prison. He saw no one. No person, no car at all. With a feeling of Chad wasting his time, he covered his eyes with a cap and simply said:

'Go to Hell Chad. Time wasting S.o.b…' before he dozed off again. 'I'm sorry.' read from Chad's face as he rolled back to me. He shrugged as he too couldn't help it.

'It doesn't matter.' I dismissed it quickly while I was getting a little suspicious and even paranoid. 'Thanks for the effort Chad.'

'Nah don't mention it.' he waved off humble. 'I still have to thank you.' he suddenly brought up. I had an idea where he was talking about but wasn't really sure.

'For what?' I therefore inquired.

'You know? My brother's funeral. You did everything in your power to get to it. And the court allowed it eventually on your persistence…' He got cut-off by emotion there.

It was about a year ago, at the same time I was just imprisoned when his brother was buried. I sat there, in my prison outfit with two cops on either side of me with thick chains around my ankles and wrists. I would never attempt to get away but that extra security is just a must. '… he-he…' He looked up at me with tearing eyes. 'You were his hero man!' he called out to me. That I showed up at that funeral was so important to him and frankly for the family too.

It was an honor to hear something like that. Being someone's hero. Someone's example, a role model. This guy was always a little mysterious and never spoke so full of me as Chad did now. I didn't really know what to say.

'Chad… I uh…'

'No…' he quickly dismisses this and every other attempt for me to add anymore. It wasn't necessary. 'No. You just go. Get out of here. He… he would have wanted that.'

'Chad.' He raised his head once more. 'Your brother was a great marksman. And an even better man. He was one… no. The best of the best in his profession. His end was unexpected and too soon. And about that funeral, I wouldn't have missed even if that meant the world would end afterward.'

How much Chad appreciated those words proves from his expression. With a fulfilled feeling, I left that counter behind. Chad opened the door, with yet again another loud buzz adding these words to it: 'Go be with your girl.'

That brought me back to my unwanted paranoia. You see, my girl is one of a kind. Now I'm sure all you lovers out there will doubt that statement, but just wait until you meet her. She has a rare infection that alters how she looks. Just her looks, not her character. That would be very repelling but just the looks aren't enough to scare me away. I can see beauty underneath it.

So why am I paranoid? As I walked down a hallway only going straightforward, my mind began replaying visits from a few weeks earlier. She said that because of her participation in that racing event, a lot more of congenial one's came out of the closet about their infection. She was the Martin Luther King of them.

To the point now. I'm sure she'll explain that herself in detail a lot better than I ever could. She told me about her new supervisor to keep an eye on her infection. It was also kind of a buddy-system. A replacement by the name of Doctor Lightheart for me so that she could have someone in her life to do stuff with.

"Replacement". Do you see that word? Do you know what it means? Exactly. I've seen numerous cases of this system being successful for husbands and wife with demented partners, but I'm not a guy in a vegetate state. She told me, to my increased concern and a little to my growing jealousy, what they did that day. But she would always end saying that I was the one in her life.

But I haven't seen her in a few days. So the paranoia only grew beyond that point. What is she doing with that "replacement"? Did she forget about me? She always stressed how she wanted me free. But now that she has a free man to do things with… am I gonna be left in the dust? And the fact that she isn't waiting for me outside only nerves me even more.

I opened the last door before I breathe in fresh air. I also opened to a large square with high, concrete walls with watchtowers in the backdrop. However, the whole square is inaccessible to me as I'm forced to walk through a tunnel until I'm beyond the walls.

And there I stood. A free man. On the sidewalk of an empty street, just waiting for someone who I wasn't sure would come. I started tapped my right foot out of boredom and the feeling of uneasiness and paranoia. Seconds turned to mere minutes. The feeling of being left out in the cold in the actual cold was just one emphasize to show how dumb I looked like, just standing there.

Since there was literally no one in sight, I decided to get dressed properly. It's kind of repulsive seeing some guy just outside with a red prison attire on. When I got my relaxed jeans on, clipped my belt on, my upper body was still naked. It took a little longer to find a t-shirt I might like. Also, that what I wanted was suddenly covered beneath layers of clothing I had no recognition of any longer.

Now I don't like to show off, but I've trained quite a bit in prison. My upper body primarily. Them abs thou. And I wasn't the only one thinking that in hindsight. Behind me, in the shadow of a corner between the watchtower and the prison wall, someone was hiding. The creature seemed to like my naked upper body and me in general.

It lunged its long tail at me, constricting me in an inescapable grasp. I should have recognized the color, form and the harpoon at the end immediately but didn't: I was trying to escape a frankly choking grip. The creature hauled its tail back in and I was like: 'Fuck my life! This is the last thing I'll ever see.'

I closed my eyes and prepared for the worst. Instead, the best thing ever happened to me. My lips suddenly touched something warm and full. It took only a blink of an eye to realize that I was kissing someone. It was girl for sure; I could smell her perfume. I kept my eyes closed as our tongues met. Her taste, that feeling I got from that kiss.

'Roxanne…' I said as our lips left each other for only a microsecond. Again, I wanted to facepalm myself but I'd rather return to Roxanne's lips directly. And so I did. After what felt like an eternity, she dragged me, yes still in that grasp that became a lot more roomy, out of the shadows and into the light on the sidewalk.

I wasn't wrong to call her beautiful. She was wearing a cropped tank top with a red Anarchy logo in the middle of it. She has something with cropped shirts. Anyway, she was still wearing that one earring with the "R" as pendant on her right ear. Same color on the "R" itself and the edges. Her jeans haven't changed either. And the Venus Flytrap was still off her shoulder. Her pallid hair has grown a little and sleekly covered her the uninfected side of her face.

The only thing that looked different was that her entire back was now infected and it even started to invade her face, curling a little around her, from my perspective, right eye. I already knew about her back but her face was new. Like I said, I didn't see her the days before my release. The infection on her previously uninfected arm had intensified by only adding a few spots of purple-metallic. The finger-claw was the only thing looking severe. The three round bulges have turned into small horns curving upwards and the two stubs on her back started to resemble cocoons of some sort.

And all that? Why should I care? One of the reasons I fell in love with her in the first place. She allowed me to put my favorite shirt on although she wouldn't mind walking away with me showing off me abs.

'So Ryan; You're a free man now. How does it feel?' she asked so sweet I could swear was in a candy shop.

'It feels marvelous.' was the only thing I could really come up with. 'It just feels a lot better…' I paused there for a second to suddenly scare the living daylights out of her. It wasn't payback for scaring me, it was more of a pleasant surprise. I grabbed her from behind with her screaming at first. I wrapped my arms around her and although from another perspective it might looked like a rape in process, she allowed me to drag her into the shadow she came from.

And uh… how do I say this properly? We did it. Right there and then. We didn't care. And for me, that was the best way to show her how much I appreciated being a free man. Also, being her free man. It was the best moment of my life. No camera were able to see us so that's a plus point. It lasted for an eternity. The exact time it took… I don't know. Sorry for not keeping a stopwatch running when I'm making love.

As she resettled her bra, I told her that. The "free man for her" thing. She knew where I was aiming at. I'm not a guy keeping things to himself. And you probably got that figured out already. I told her about my increasing paranoia during the visits. And it didn't get any better once Chase and Falco (those friends I mentioned earlier) were released. That's why she always assured me that I'll always be hers.

'Ryan. You really thought that…' She couldn't believe it. She could understand it to a certain extent but for the rest? Not really. But instead of slating me, she was compassionate. 'Oh poor thing.' She pressed me against her upper body, just above her breasts. Her chin fell softly on my resting head as she caressed through my hair.

My face turned red. Not out of shame but sheer love. Note… love story cliché 47… noted. But anyway, there we sat. On the sidewalk in each other's arms. After a few minutes, we got cold. The warmth wouldn't stay with us but that was of no matter.

We decided to go to her place. We stood up. 'Where is the car?' I asked suddenly missing something. Her apartment was several kilometers into an edge city of Papetoon City so walking all the way over here is quite the trip.

She explained that she had to park the car several hundred meters back because of a car accident that blocked the entire street. Seeing that there is only one road with one-way traffic towards the prison, there were no detours.

'I also got into some trouble with a Purist.' she confessed. Bah! I hate Purists. They are the biggest and most active Aparoid haters of Lylat. They are like the West-borough Baptist Church on dope to give an extreme example. 'But I solved it in the most civil way possible.' she ended her sentence with a sneaky smile just to show that she did something to him that the law wouldn't like. All off-screen of course.

Without any reason, the skies above began to rumble and a second later, rain came pouring down.

'You know… a car would be great now.' I complained jokingly. She gave me a nasty elbow before, yes, commanding me to cover us with a coat from the suitcase. I did and we walked away. Once we neared the supposed site of the accident, most of it was already cleared up. All I found of that Purist was the emblem he was wearing. It was a sew-on patch that was ripped off.

I looked over to Roxanne who smiled back at me. So innocent that was, I just let it go. She took care of it. Should I complain? We got into the car and drove off. About 30 minutes later, we wanted to give each other a rematch, but once we hit the bed, we cuddled and fell asleep together in a fraction of a second. Sex-addicts might disagree, but that was certainly one of the very best nights. If you can be goddamn happy, sleeping with your girl without any intercourse, that's when you know she's the one for you.

PS That brother of Chad, was Rosarius. Who else in my life was an excellent marksman? If you can snipe off a G-Diffuser on a speeding G-Zero racer, then we'll talk.

-Ryan

Prologue 2:Roxanne

Now unlike my boyfriend who likes to keep stuff a little secretive for his amusement, I'm more open about my name. No offense to him. Let me talk you through my experience, my side of the story.

What Ryan said about his paranoia and my buddy, was all true. Doctor Lightheart is a very friendly man and became a good friend over time. Maybe I was a little overexcited when I talked about him, but I never meant for Ryan to feel left out. Let alone feeling left out in love. My love for him.

Doctor Lightheart was and still is a genius when it came to Aparoidedation. I kept checking on my infection, the possibility of additional symptoms. Every day that was. It sometimes felt like a visit to the psychiatrist. Our outdoor activities varied from a stroll in the park on a sunny day to having lunch once in a while. The more I now think about it now, the more sympathy I gain for Ryan.

But enough about him. Let me tell you what happened to me after the G-Zero competition. Because of my public appearance that was broadcasted all across Lylat, more infected came out for their disease. Many weren't as lucky as I was with Big Daddy and Ryan. Those were always living in dark basements or worse: in a gutter.

For them, I became the Martin Luther King of Aparoid-victims. I surely don't wanna compare myself to a man of that caliber. His battle was a lot more severe than the one I fought. Because the day after we all united, the Lylatian Board recognized us as normal civilians very fast. Only a few days later, the Aparoid Rights were passed and stated we were declared as Lylatian citizens. Our only difference with other citizens was that we were diagnosed with a terminal disease. I was very glad with that along with the rest. A citizen instead of, and don't get shocked now, "enemy of the state"!

In the end, I can't blame them. They really thought we were Aparoids. With the devastation those things caused, it is still engraved in many people's minds.

Because of these Aparoid Rights, we all decided to get a new name. We are going through life as Aparite's. Get it? Aparoid… Rights? Aparite's?

The only thing I would dare to compare to King's battle, was that there was opposition. Of course you gotta have racism. The world wouldn't be complete without it. There are two organizations at the moment and they emerged the very moment the Aparoid Rights were passed.

The League Against Aparoids. The LAA. Very self-explanatory. But then you have the Purists. These guys were the KKK for us. They even held a march in Corneria City once. It was brutally answered with police violence but it was a clear signal for us. Unlike the KKK, they tend to keep a low profile instead of running around in ridiculous white hats and robes.

All they wear is a sew-on patch. The government is having a headhunt on the leaders of it and with success. The original founders were trailed and imprisoned for at least ten years. But they still exist.

And that's where my story kicks in. I was driving to pick up Ryan. I left way too early so even with an obstruction, I would still be there 30 minutes too early. I combed my hair over my right eye just because my Ryan loved that. I looked in the rear view-mirror, picking out little chunks of mascara that ruined that perfect look.

Apparently there was a local power failure as no street lights were on. And up ahead I saw why: the road was blocked thanks to a car accident causing one car to ram into the local power outlet. Since this was a one-way traffic road, I had no other choice then to park the car on the sidewalk and do the rest on foot. The sidewalk wasn't closed down.

The only thing, rather one, that was blocking it, was a Papetoonian Police officer. I tapped on his shoulder, asking what is going on. When he turned around, I could read the disgust from his face once he saw me. He didn't even think that a voice like mine would match with something looking like me.

'Well it is simply…. oh GO… I mean, it's simply a car accident ma'am.' answered the police officer reluctant. It was strange because all of the Papetoonian Police never had any problem with my appearance. Because I was Ryan's girl, I had many friendships within it. I didn't know this guy but he sure knew me.

'That's horrible.' I answered, leaving that whole "Oh GOD!" thing that he swallowed behind for a while. 'How did it happen?'

The officer was kind enough of to explain that. But he did it in such a degrading tone. As if I was an infant who just learned to walk. Some idiot was a little drunk and decided to ride the opposite direction without his headlights on. The other driver saw the car coming and evaded the oncoming car. Only to hit the power outlet. The drunk driver tried to evade the other as well and turned left and smashed right into a tree before recoiling back on the road.

'The road is blocked off for cars. But the sidewalk is still accessible for normal citizens.' stated the officer mostly turned towards the accident. I should have known what he was when he implied "normal" before citizens. In his eyes, I was an Aparoid, not a citizen. So when I tried to pass, he stopped me.

'Hey ho-ho-ho! Where is that going?'

'Just continuing my way officer. You know? Like a regular citizen.' I answered obvious.

The officer got a grin on his face. I'd just proven this a-hole's point: 'You aren't a regular citizen. You're an Aparite. A filthy Aparoid hybrid that should return to the shadows where it belongs. Along with all those others.'

When I observed him a little better, I saw the sew-on patch on his sleeve. He continued rambling about how Aparite's aren't real people. How he as the moralist of Lylat hasn't forgotten the tragedy the Aparoids have caused. All those innocents. I tried talking some sense into him by saying that we are those victims.

I don't what I was thinking. I was just fueling that brainless idiot. He continued by saying we weren't victims, rather Aparoids in disguise. Waiting for the right moment to strike and try to take over Lylat once again.

'I got it all figured out. So no, you're not allowed to pass.' he ended his rambling. I could swear that I saw brain cells, too ashamed to have ever been a part of his low IQ, leave in search for more intelligent life forms. 'Unless…' he suddenly brought up. '… you admit that Aparoidedation is a sin and not a handicap or disease as so many fools like you treat it.'

Did I had to give up everything I stood for? What I' am!? 'Absolutely not!' I proclaimed, hoping to draw attention. But I was the only one on this lonely night. The other cops on the other side of the site couldn't hear me.

'Then I can't let you through. Now piss off before I arrest you for wasting my time.' he said with a threatening tone. I had to get to Ryan. And no Purist was gonna stop me in that.

Like I previously mentioned, the government was actively picking out those Purists. The PPPD cooperating fully. From reporting cases to even extraditing those to the Lylatian Court of Interstellar Justice. They installed a new camera-system all over Papetoon City in order to spot those guys. And they actually do nothing more than that. It's not something the government uses to spy on our everyday lives like so many before. But it wasn't fully functional yet.

I decided to make a call to the new Chief Commissioner of the PDDD: no one other than Chandler himself. He and the other loyal OP members of Ryan's previous squads worked their way up the social ladder. Some of them got detective with the PDDD, others went into politics. Hence the quick passing of the Aparoid Rights.

Once I had him on the line, I approached that Purist and told him that there was someone that wanted to speak to him about his racist remarks over Aparite's. He told very loud and clear that he didn't want anything to do with Aparite's and certainly not someone I called.

'I warned you already…' He reached for a stun gun on his belt. '… Aparite's aren't allowed to pass unless you confess to being a walking sin and an abomination.'

'Did you hear that Chandler?'

It was silent for a while on the other side. I could already imagine Chandler's angered look. The Purist's face went from proud to white as a sheet. BUSTED!

I put the phone on speaker and that unleashed Chandler's fury. With a push of a button, the installed system was activated. All camera's in the area focused on the Purist, almost pissing his pants.

'Finally!' exclaims Chandler. 'Finally we got the last rotten apple in our quadrant. I heard it all and you're toast pal. TOAST! Let this good woman, this normal citizen, pass so she can go on her way and I'll make sure that you'll face trail not lead by a Aparite judge. Over the jury, I can't speak.'

I turned off the speaker function and held the phone back on my ear. 'Hey Chandler?' I asked very sugared.

'Go ahead beauty.' Beauty was his word for me. Beautiful was already taken by Ryan so he picked this.

'I was very insulted by the mean man over there.' I used my schoolgirl voice to make to go good and proper. 'Can you close an eye for a moment?'

He laughed, knowing that I was gonna kick the shit out of him. With a subtle tap on the joystick to the right, the camera turned away. 'You got a clear shot!' I heard over the phone.

Without any delay, I swung my tail at that motherfucker. If feels good to see that word when describing that moment. I slammed right in the stomach, making him collapse. He sat on his knees, gasping for air. He looked up and saw that I wasn't done yet. I was preparing to give him the biggest slap I've ever given anyone.

And there I went! My paw still hurts from it but that guy couldn't stand up anymore without losing his dignity. If he had any to begin with. His cheek was fire red and looked like it could use some serious medical attention. I didn't do it with my uninfected paw. No, that would be too normal. I slapped with my Aparoid claw. So it wasn't only shame and pain, but also being slapped down by an Aparite.

'Okay Chandler. You can look again.'

Chandler turned the camera back and acted surprised. On purpose, he's doing it so horrible.

'Oh no. What do I see here? I see a police officer down the ground with a perfectly normal female Aparite standing by to help him.' He turns on the microphone function of the camera system. 'No worries miss. Help is already being sent for him. You may now go to your intended place of interest.' He switches it off and comes back on the phone. 'Go and get Ryan. He's waiting for you.'

'Thank you Chandler. Anything else I should tell him?'

Chandler reached for a drawer at his desk and grabbed Ryan's file. He opened it and grabs a red inked stamp. "Re-evaluated" was stamped on his dossier. With pride, he holds it up in front of his face.

'Yeah. Tell him he can get his old job back. I pulled some strings here and there.'

'He'll be delighted to hear that. Bye Chandler.'

'See you soon beauty.'

I stepped over the moaning Purist and resumed my way. I was this close to the prison entrance when I saw Ryan come out of that tunnel. I hid in the shadows, waiting to surprise him. When he took off his shirt… some sexual predator in me awoke. It was on instinct that I grabbed him. Everything turned out right in the end.

After that cuddling night, I gave him Chandler's good news. From there on, our new life started. Together. But you know who also got a new life? Yeah… you know who. Who decided to live together on Sauria in the end, when they lost the heat? Exactly.

I think you know who Roxanne is talking about. I hope you enjoyed this 2-part prologue on how Ryan and Roxanne got back in the game. This is the official start of G-Zero's sequel. I know I said in the previous update that I wasn't sure to post it because of my Final Exams coming back, but I figured that would be unfair for you guys. So here it is! Favorite, Follow and share it with G-Zero fans all over! See you next time!