Quorra's P.O.V.
"What now, Sam?" I ask. Sam turns towards me and chuckles. He leans up against the pole, mimicking my stance.
"I want to show you something," Sam says. He climbs onto his motorcycle and pats the seat behind him. I sit behind him, holding on tight to his waist.
The wind hits my face, my black hair flying back. When I look up, I see the sun starting to come up. It's just like Sam said it was: warm, radiant, and beautiful. The sun quickly beats down on our faces, blocking my vision a little. I close my eyes, feeling the sun's ray's shine on my face, warming my cold body. I shake a little, the wind soon becoming heavier. The wind pasts me fast, leaving a whistle sound in its path. Underneath me, the pavement moves quickly. The green grass flails as we go past, kicking a few up. Is Sam even following the speed limit?
"Where are we going, Sam?" I ask. He slows down a little.
"I want to show you Encom," he answers.
Kevin Flynn used to always talk about ENCOM. He used to always say how it was a wonderful company, satisfying millions. And that someday, he hoped Sam would follow in his footsteps. Which, Sam, I guess didn't want to do until now.
Sam pulls up a large building that looks like it could be touching the sky. The word, ENCOM, lights up on top of it. I get off first, then Sam. He leads me in the building, nodding at the other workers that past him. They all give him weird looks, like he shouldn't even be here. Sam leads me into an elevator. It doesn't look like any of the ones in the Grid.
"Sam, this is an elevator?" I whisper. Sam laughs and nods.
"Just like the Grid," he says. He presses a number on a number pad, and we start to go up. My stomach is still on the ground, trying to catch up with us. I feel my face drain of color, dizziness soon overcoming me. I rub my head and eyes a little. "You get used to it."
I say, "It feels like I'm flying." Sam laughs, knowing I'm right.
The elevator stops and the doors open. Sam walks out and grabs my hand. He squeezes it and leads me into a large room. A glass table sits in the center with chairs surround it. Wait, is the table a computer, also? I see a man with glasses typing away on it. Kevin never told me about these. The men in the room look busy, either writing something, or typing. Sam coughs a little and a man with grey hair stands up.
"Sam!" the man says. He grips his shoulders and hugs him tightly. Sam laughs a little and the man pulls back. "It's great to see you here."
"Thanks, Alan," Sam says. I look up at him, confused on who the man is. "Alan, this is Quorra, the last ISO."
Alan gasps a little and looks at me. I take a little step back, feeling a little shy. Alan looks at me with amazed eyes. He touches my hand and laughs. He says, "Just like I imagined you to be. It's an honor to meet you."
"Um, it's an honor to meet you too," I attempt. Sam chuckles and looks at me. "Did I do something wrong?"
Alan says, "Of course not. If your excuse me, though, I must be getting back to my office." Alan walks out of the room and Sam pulls me into the room more.
No one really acknowledges us. They just continue to type, only stopping to have a drink of something. Some cough every so minutes, and some make a popping sound with their knuckles. It gives me the shutters. Sam coughs again and a man with glasses looks up.
"Sam Flynn," he says. The man with glasses stands up and looks at Sam with an evil smile on his face. "What brings you here?"
"I'm taking the company back," Sam says. The man is taken aback and starts to cover it with a laugh. "And, Ed, I'm making Alan chairman of the board."
Ed laughs for a minute, and then realizes Sam is serious. "Listen, Sam. I don't think your fit to run this company quite yet."
"And what makes you think that?" Sam challenges. Ed just shakes his head and sighs.
"Okay, go ahead and try and run a five-million dollar company," Ed says. He walks out of the room, slamming the door so hard I practically jump.
I say, "Nice man." Sam laughs and leads me out the door. "Where to now?" I look up at him with big eyes, wanting him to show me the whole world. The smile on my face widens, waiting for him to answer me.
Sam says, "How about I show you to Marvin." I laugh a little, thinking the name is funny.
"Your rescue dog?" I ask. Sam laughs and leads me towards his motorcycle.
Sam's house isn't exactly how I thought it would be.
It's not even a house. It's a garage filled with furniture, a small room to the right, a small kitchen to the left, and a bathroom just up ahead. Wrinkly furniture is set up in the "living room", and a large garage door stands open, letting in beautiful scenery.
Sam asks, "Like it?" I walk around for a moment, taking in the small home.
"It's not exactly how I pictured it," I say. Sam laughs and sits on a red chair. He smiles at me, his white teeth gleaming. "But it's homey." Sam nods his head and pats the couch. I sit down, still looking around.
"You'll like it here. I promise." I smile at him, happy he's letting me stay with him. "Now, where is Marvin?" Sam whistles and a small black and white dog comes running into the living room. He jumps up on Sam's lap and barks.
I say, "He's cute." Sam looks at me and takes Marvin, putting him on my lap. I pet his fur, giggling at how soft it is. The small dog runs his tongue on my face, leaving a wet spot on my cheek. "What was that?"
Sam laughs and says, "It was a lick. A dog's version of a kiss." I giggle and continue to pet the dog. "You're probably hungry. I'll make you some lunch."
"Lunch?" I ask. Such a strange name for a meal. Sam nods his head and gets up.
"It's the meal in the middle of the day. You usually eat something small; dinner is the biggest of the meals. Breakfast isn't too big, either." I nod, taking all of this in. I follow Sam to the kitchen, wondering what he will be cooking. "How about a peanut butter sandwich?"
I cock my head in confusion and ask, "What is peanut butter?" Sam takes a jar out of a cabinet and puts it on the counter. I pick it up and examine the jar. It doesn't look too appetizing.
"You'll like it," Sam says. I nod, hoping he's right. He puts his hand out and I put the jar in it. He takes out a piece of bread and starts to spread the peanut butter on it. It looks gross as he puts mounds of peanut butter on the bread. He folds it in half and hands it to me. I give him a disgusted look and he frowns. "Try it."
"Fine," I say. I sigh and take a small bite of the sandwich.
The taste is disturbing.
The peanut butter sticks to my tongue, not wanting to let go. I start to cough and spit out in the trash can. My coughing becomes louder and harder. My face begins to burn as my coughing continues. I spit more of it out in the trash can and then get a drink of water. My mouth feels sore and so does my face.
"Oh, Quorra," Sam says. I look up at him, my coughing fit finally done.
"What?" I ask nervously. Sam touches my face and it stings a little.
Sam says, "I think you're allergic to peanut butter. You should see a doctor, you don't look too good." Sam holds the back of his phone up to my face so I can see my reflection.
My face is a dark red with small dots covering it. My blue eyes are now disguised by my newly reddened eyes. I realize now that I'm itching like crazy, and I feel that in any moment I could pass out.
"What's allergic?" I ask.
"A hypersensitive disorder to the immune system," Sam answers. He starts to dial a number on his phone and puts it up to his ear.
I ask, "Who are you calling?" Sam starts to talk to someone else and I start to scratch my face.
"Did you swallow any of it?" Sam asks me. I nod and scratch my arm. Sam continues to nod and say "Yes" or "No". I stand across from him awkwardly, nodding or shaking my head when he asks me a question.
When Sam finally gets off the phone, it feels like hours have past by, when it was only ten minutes. I look at him with an anxious look on red face. Sam laughs a little bit and leads me to the door.
"To the doctor!"
Sam's P.O.V.
The doctor tilts Quorra's head up to get a better look at her neck. Her red face has gone down a little, mostly the hives just remain. Her eyes have gone back to their regular dark blue. Her hands are a lighter red and have small blotches on them. The doctor tilts her head back down and looks into her eyes.
"I think if I just prescribe some allergy pills to her she will be better," The doctor says. "But she has to stay away from anything that contains peanuts. Another incident like that could kill her." Quorra shutters a little bit but the doctor just shrugs it off. "You'll be fine. Just stay away from peanuts."
"Thank you," I say. I grab Quorra's hand as she lightly jumps off the small table.
The doctor hands her a bottle of Zyrtec. Quorra takes it and stuffs it in the small bag she carries. She scratches her arms a little bit and I grab her hand she can't scratch it.
"You can rub some lotion on that," The doctor says. Quorra nods her head and I lead her out the door.
Outside, the sun starts setting. It hides behind the trees, not wanting to come back up until the next morning. I climb onto the motorcycle first, then Quorra. She wraps her small arms around my waist and I take off. The wind whips past us, making a loud whoosh sound. In no time, we are back at the house.
I bring Quorra inside and set her on the couch. She starts to scratch her face again and I hand her the lotion and say, "Use this." She takes it and puts some on her face and arms. I hand her a glass of water and two pills.
"I'm sorry, Sam," Quorra says. I turn towards her, confused on why she is apologizing.
"Quorra, why are you apologizing?" Quorra looks back up from her hand to my face.
"For getting allergies." I laugh and sit down in one of the chairs. "So, are you mad?"
I laugh and say, "Of course not. I could never be mad at you, Quorra!"
Author's Note:
I don't-sob- own Tron.
Hello everybody! Okay, since I've seen Tron: Legacy two times, I have decided to check out Daft Punk. I have a new respect for them now.
Most embarrassing moment ever today! Alright, so I was walking outside with a few friends and I was jamming out to the song Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger by Daft Punk. Well, I must have not been paying attention and I totally slipped on the ice and fell hard on my side. Stupid Wisconsin ice!
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