Chapter 1

A lone bike speeds past an overlooking mountain in the dark and lonely scenery of the Outlands. On the bike, a female body grips onto the bike with her legs and her hands on the handlebars. Her eyes scan the blank land ahead of her, seeing nothing.

My name is Kira, and I am headed to ArgonCity.

A city that is not in sight, unfortunately.

For you Users out there that don't know what I'm talking about, find someone with the "last name" Flynn, and ask them about everything you see or hear about here.

Tron. The hero of the Grid and now, a rebel in this hell of a world I live in.

The Grid. My home.

Everything. And I mean everything.

They should understand.

Her searching is interrupted as the gleam of a light gleamed off the screen of her bike. She tenses and glanced back only to see the orb, no shape betraying the rider.

No...no no!

I thought I got away!

She shakes her head, and regulates her breathing.

Don't freak out. Just focus.

In moments, she presses the button on the handlebar and rolls her weight to tilt her bike. It works, and her back leads her descent. Barely moments later, the bike collapses its code into a baton. Her momentum is enough to push her on to where she jumps up and out of the way, straight into a snowdrift. She shifts until she is compressed within and she goes still as the sound of an engine decelerating. It loudly stops in the snow and the air becomes deadly silent. The program known as Kira utters not a word, not even daring to breathe as the footsteps pause near above head. After the longest time, the footsteps retreat. The engine revs again and with a barely audible sigh, the sound retreats the where it came from.

She realizes she was holding her breath. With a long exhale, she pulls her cold being out of the snow, shaking her head. She gets from her knees to her feet and searches the blank land around her. She gasps softly and her head snaps to the source of a clatter. There's a shadow and she glances back around her, disbelieving of her eyes. When she looks back, the shadow is gone.

Shaking her head, she turns away, but as she does, a glass-like helmet forms around her head and shields her face from any prying eyes that may be near. With a slight sigh, she steps out from behind the snowdrift to finally see the cluster of lights on the horizon.

Argon city.

"It's so….beautiful."

Indeed, even from a distance, it was beautiful. Innocent. Untouched. And yet….she know it is a thin façade.

It's also the best lead I have. He has to be here.

He had to be…with all the rumors flying around for such a small city, he had to be at the core of this. That or the citizens of Argon were busy at the gossip mill.

Might as well find out.

She pulls out her baton.

THUMP.

The footsteps don't pause, the snow giving away their position.

She turns, only stumble back at the hit across the mask. She trips; falling back into the snow. She twists to get up but two rough hands pull her back to the ground. A weight presses down on her chest and she squeezes her eyes shut with a gasp as she feels the heat and hears the buzz of a disc resting next to her neck. But when death does not take her, she cautiously opens her eyes and her masked face reflects against the glass of the other program. Her breath catches in her chest, and her hands, caught between her body and the other program, clench into fists.

She had almost gotten away. Freedom had almost been in her grasp.

But now they found her. They had her now.