The Most Dangerous Arena, Chapter 1
Drive. That's your only option. DRIVE DAMMIT! That's all I can think of right now. In this game, that's all I can afford to think right now. That and this: Survive. Because in this game, there is only one rule: Be the last man standing. All other rules are inconsistent right now. All I can do is try to de-rezz the opposing team before they do unto me. After a while of dodging walls, I see him. CLU. The big kahuna in this place. His bike is coming straight for me, his disc in his hand, ready to slice me and my bike. We were the only players left on the grid, and he had more experience. I increased speed, and prayed that it was over quick...
Hi. I'm Xellan. This is the story of how I became a ruler of a universe within our own. But before I get too far into that, let me tell you a little about myself.
I am #15 in a group named Organization XIII. Strangely enough, I'm 6ft and in my 20's. I, like every member in it, am a Nobody, meaning in my life before, I had a heart. I don't have it anymore. I have pure white hair, laid out in spikes all over my head. I built a special chin guard that covers up some of my face. I programmed it to create a face-mask for whenever I need to fight. I use a sword/shield combo in battle with a backup knife, but outside of battle, they look like a baton, a disc with a hole in it, and a small black square respectively. I transform them with my powers. Everybody in the Organization has one. I can control any and all technology. Some of the other members show that they don't have hearts by being emotionless. However, they may see this as impossible, but I REALLY like #12, Larxene. I think she's hot. I would like to tell my feelings to her one day, but now I'm too wrapped up in my work to attempt to tell her.
Anyway, before the bike battle, I was doing my same old sh*t: Do mission, Go back to room, Play Gears of War 3, eat, bed. I had done my mission for the day, and I was busy blowing up an alien when I heard a knock at my door. I paused my game, and undid my techno locks I made. "Door's open!" I called out. Xemnas himself then came in. "Good evening Xellan, how was your mission?" he asked. "What do you want?" I said, unpausing my game with my mind. "Now why would you suspect that I want anything?" he asked back in an almost curious tone. "If you just wanted to inform me of a meeting, you would send X- Face down here. You coming here yourself means you want something." I explained to him. "Do you have a chair that I could sit on?" he asked. I sent the thought to the desktop that I have, and the hard drive and the monitor quickly made crab-like legs and walked toward Xemnas, the monitor getting on top of the hard drive. They quickly combined and transformed into a folding chair. "There, is that all?" I commented. "No, actually, I have to give you a mission, one that require's your expertice." he said back, annoyed at me already. "And what, praytell, is this mission that oh-so-desperately requires me for?" I asked him. "You and Larxene need to go to Hollow Bastion and access the computer in the laboratory there." He explained.
"Really? I get to be with Larxene?" I quickly asked, quickly saving my game and turning it off. "Yes, you do, for as long as the mission lasts." he further explained. "I have a program on there that I think you will enjoy working with, his name is TRON." he then said. "Ok, so you want this TRON program here, and apparently I'm the only person qualified to get him. What's the catch?" I asked him. "The program currently keeping him under lock and key will not give whim to any program we have tried. I think you can fully deliver TRON to me, in one piece." he explained, finishing his info given to me. "Allright, I accept. When do we leave?" I asked him. "As soon as possible." Xemnas said. He then got up, and left my room, causing me to think this: Piece of cake...