Author's Notes: Hey, guys! I'm back to writing about Medabots. And I present you the sequel to Shattered!

Like in Shattered, the prologue tells about a scene near the climax of the story! Then I tell the story from the start in chapter 1. :)

Enjoy!


Prologue

Metabee and Brass ran in a corridor on fire, dodging the falling cracked pieces of the ceiling, with Ikki and Erika right behind them. Suddenly, the ground gave up in front of the group.

"What do we do now?" - the girl asked. They didn't have much time.

"We'll keep going to the control room. You two better get out of here before the smoke poisons you." - the yellow medabot said as he jumped and landed on the other side, then turned around to wait for the SLR-type.

She jumped as well and landed on the other side, but she lost balance, so Metabee grabbed her arm to prevent her from falling.

"Let's go, then." - Brass said while he nodded and both ran.

They didn't take too long to find the control room, but the door was stuck. The KBT-type started charging towards the door, but it didn't work and he couldn't use his missiles, because it could make that room collapse. Brass scanned the door and found some weak points she could shoot at to make breaking through the door easier. She shot at the door's joints and Metabee charged, taking the door down.

"Nice one." - he said and she smiled.

They entered the room and observed. There was a huge machine in front of them, with a large wire covered in electricity passing through the ceiling and going to the antennae on the roof. There was a console on the machine's base. They ran to it and Metabee started looking for a way to stop the virus.

Brass noticed there was a kind of CD driver looking device that was meant for medals instead of CDs right beside the console. And it gave her an idea: if she got rid of the virus, then she had the cure in her!

"Quick, insert my medal there!" - she said, pointing to the device.

"Huh?" - the yellow medabot didn't understand - "Why?"

"You helped me to get free from the virus, that means my medal contains the cure!" - she told him while using the console - "I'm programming the antennae to send the content of my medal to all the infected medabots."

Metabee was about to agree when it finally hit him.

"Wait... If you do that, you won't just spread the cure, you'll spread yourself too!" - he said worriedly.

"There's a chance that might happen, but this is our only solution." - she explained. - "We have to do it."

"What?!" - he was a bit angry now - "I'm not going to let you destroy yourself!"

"Metabee, we can't give up on all the medabots!" - she frowned.

"I'm not going to give up on you either!" - he shouted while holding her shoulders tightly - "We can find another way."

"There's no other way. If we don't do it now, the war will spread far from the range of the antennae and we won't be able to cure them all!" - she clasped her hands together trying to convince him.

"Well, I don't care!" - he said a bit harshly - "I'll put them down by myself if need be."

"What do you mean 'you don't care'?" - she was not understanding - "You're not being serious, are you? We have to help the others, Metabee!" - she pointed out.

"I-I know, but..."

"That's just not you at all! What's going on with you?"

Those words hit him very hard and deep inside. He knew she spoke the truth. But it was just way too hard to accept the plan would go that way, so he finally snapped.

"I don't want to lose you!" - he squeezed her shoulders tighter and briefly shook her while staring intensely into her eyes, as if he was trying to make his thoughts get through her head without the need of too many words. He lowered his head and went silent.

She blinked in shock: she was stunned. She didn't expect that reaction from him, and that surprise made her feel warm inside. But it wasn't the time to think about such things. They had a really bad problem to solve right now.

"Metabee..." - she gently placed her fingers under his chin to slowly lift his head, making him look at her eyes again - "I really don't want to lose you either. But that's a risk I'm willing to take." - she said solemnly, but softly - "It was all my fault, I've made a huge mistake, and I'll sacrifice myself to fix it if need be."

She suddenly hugged him tightly, almost as if it was going to be the last time she would be able to do that. His eyes were wide open, and he felt truly sad. He returned the embrace even tighter and struggled to let go. Brass gave him one last deep stare and then nodded softly, letting him know she was ready.

She ejected her own medal and he carefully held it and walked to the CD driver looking device. He looked at her medal in thought again, resisting the urge to run away with it in his hands. No... He couldn't do that to her, he didn't have the right to. With his trembling hands, he placed her medal on the device, then started the command Brass had prepared before.

Sparks were coming from down below and were running towards the roof, Metabee figured it was working. He walked to the SLR-type's lifeless body and held its hand, as a way to comfort himself.

"Brass... Please, don't leave..." - he pleaded while staring at the static on the large wires. All he could do now was to hope she would still be there after that.