Spova got into my mind while studying…. and made me leave everything behind to start writing.

So, NEW STORY! And guess what, it's MULTI CHAPTER!

I don't own The Monkey Team, maybe a miracle or a….DAMN! FORGET IT!

Read on before I open up one of my annoying notes!

The story is mainly about Sprx rather than Nova.

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DEMOLISH MY WALLS

Chap 1. Drained Determination

"There must be a way to demolish these walls!" He said with utter confusion, "Someway to break through them"

He let his frustrated body rest on a chair from the tedious pacing he performed. Since he woke up in the robot, he realized the presence of these walls, and was determined to demolish them, to reveal the truth hidden behind them.

Something deep inside him always assured him that these walls were real, not an illusion made to make him feel relieved. He badly believed that they existed, and it seemed as if nothing can shake this belief away from that mind of his.

But, he wouldn't leave these walls alone, he wouldn't let them separate him from what he wanted, what he dearly valued and desired. For behind these walls, his very beloved one resided.

She was the constructor of these walls, and every experience caused her to raise them higher and higher, thus blocking him more and more.

He knew it would require something extraordinary, supernatural to break through them. But after all, what awaited him was worth every ounce produced by his body, every thought frustrating his mind, every hit aching his form of existence, perhaps he wasn't even enough for the awaiting beauty, but he was determined to be good enough.

So, he tried everything at his hands to demolish this wall, kept an eye for every hole which he could exploit in his mission of life. And with every step taken forward, he was thrown two steps in the darkness. But he lifted his now fragile body from the harsh ground and went again, hope and determination overwhelming him.

And though the pummels were hard, the hits were painful, none of them deterred his unstoppable determination to break that wall. Actually, they increased it, they caused power to surge into his veins, hope and determination to engulf his heart, forbidding any negative thought from affecting him, from changing his decision.

Whenever his body crashed into the harsh surfaces, he remembered what he was fighting for and got up, ready for the next move, the next hit, the coming pain that empowered his undying will.

What was awaiting took over him, conquered his daydreams and thoughts, controlled his desires and dreams, a mere view caused him to drown into the depths of the beauty that awaited subconsciously, forced that torch of determination to burn within him more, forced him to take an action to end that wall from existence.

The wonder always struck him, fast as lighting, why would she build such a wall? Why won't she realize his attempt and let his now frail body in? Why would all his attempts prove failure?

There were a few certain occasions when he was about to end that wall, to demolish it till completely, entirely, but time didn't serve his pathetic self. He was only a few inches away from gaining what he dreamt of badly, he was about to end the last brick, to reveal the truth, the reality concealed behind its solid bricks. But whenever he failed, she would reconstruct it again.

"There's gotta be a way to end that wall!" He said in pure determination, balling his fists to emphasize on his desire. "But what?" He had those moments where hope would fail him, where that flood of determination flowing through his blood would decrease steadily, leaving him in despair. His voice faded as he tried to regain his determination again, to retain the wave of hope engulfing his thoughts again, but the only thing he got was more despair, which was in a continuous increment, unlike the other occasions when he lost hope and regained it in the matter of seconds.

He inhaled a deep breath, something to comfort his frustrated mind. The only thing that flashed into his desperate cranium was the flashbacks of the outcome of his attempt to demolish the wall. He lowered his gaze to his repaired metallic arm, grateful for its survival after that reckless action he did, seeing his own reflection in its sparkling metal, an image of miserable fail he referred to as himself was obvious in the reflection of the newly used metal. The main screen didn't have that luck, the sound of it being repaired echoed across the halls, reaching his ears, reminding him of the spectacle of the shreds of glass flying across the room, the scene of the once big screen shattering into bits was repeated in front of his eyes, the pain he felt stabbed him with force again, the emotional pain.

He wasn't aware of his next step, for the first time in his life his mind failed him, he forced it to think of something but to avail. He devoted every ounce of energy remaining in his vulnerable body to come up with a plan, an idea to demolish the walls, a way to regain the hope that was draining from his heart. His nerves were stressed, he felt his cranium aching from stress placed over it, but something inside him ignored the pain, the agony and kept on, kept revolving the whole negative thoughts…

All the things he did…

All the pain he received from them…

Every bit of psychological torment he suffered…

The urge of giving up was increasing…

Something was compelling his soul to retreat, to lose hope. It made all his failures return to haunt his soul. He was in a mental war, something was forcing all the sad memories to flashback into his mind to drain more and more hope from his spirit, while another thing tried to make him not lose hope. But the force behind the loss of hope was being empowered continuously.

Every negative thing flashed into his mind and ran through it, he held his head in pain and agony, "What's making me think like that? What's making this happen?" but the torment increased. He tried to get everything out of his mind but it got out of control. Every memory of failure regarding that wall was racing in his mind. He let a whimper of pain escape his mouth. Unfortunately, it was so low that he even couldn't hear it. He surrendered to that wave of thoughts attacking him, conquering his mind and passed out on the ground, in his room for no one to discover the torture his unfortunate mind had to deal with, or even lend him a hand so that he doesn't lose it forever. He was losing the fight against hopelessness and despair.

TO BE CONTINUED

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I was really planning to make it only one chapter but it turned out to be too long to be written in one chapter, plus I got some extra ideas while writing, which extended its length.

So, review and tell me what ya think! I can't go on without having an opinion.

It's gonna go more exciting by the next chapters!

But won't be more than ten, except if I changed my mind!