Well, this new chapter was long overdue.

If anyone has ever seen Tron one way or another, I'm sure you've been amazed as to how the developers were able to create such visuals back in the 80's. Granted, my first experience with Tron was through KH2, but hey, at least it got me curious - and subsequently fascinated - about it.

That being said, hope what few viewers I have enjoy this.

I own nothing of Tron except my OCs.

Read, leave a review, but no flames.


Chapter 4: Into the Digital Lion's Den

When Kelly regained consciousness, she looked down at her body and saw that she wasn't wearing her normal clothes, but something completely different. She could see that she was wearing a form-fitting bodysuit with wide bracelets patterned with circuitry, and her outfit had circuit patterns decorated around her neck area and in some sections of her arms and legs; on her head was a helmet that flared out a ways, allowing most of her hair to flare out without being restricted so much.

Not only that, but she took a moment to look around and realize that the environment around her was far unlike the world she was used to. Everything around her was filled with geometric shapes that could very well resemble building blocks with the bells and whistles that are the glowing lines that lit up the entire area to give off an otherworldly, very sci-fi vibe that even Hollywood could ever dream of.

When she turned to her cousin, though, she could tell that he was also dumbstruck at his new look, what with the helmet that covered up all his hair and the bodysuit with its own circuitry and a strip of cloth held over one side of his shoulder while held by a singular belt with electrical markings.

"Oh, man, this isn't happening. It only thinks it's happening," Kevin muttered in disbelief.

"Uh, I hate to break it to ya, Kev, but I'm pretty sure that we're in another place in weird as hell clothes that my mom would've disapproved of," Kelly said with a 'reality check' tone, "and I'm quite sure that the MCP has something to do with it, so can we just get out here before we get into any more trouble than we already are?"

Unfortunately for Kelly, her hopes for slipping away were completely dashed in a blink of an eye when three bizarrely dressed guards showed up and surrounded them as though they were illegal aliens coming into another country unannounced.

"Vacate entry point, programs," one guard ordered.

Neither of the cousins moved from their spots, silently questioning what it was they were calling them.

"I said move!" the guard ordered as he jabbed his electrical spear at Kevin, making both cousins back away as though they just picked up that they were being forced to walk away.

"Hey! If this is about those parking tickets, we can explain everything, okay?" Kevin tried to explain their situation to no avail.

"Kevin, haven't you noticed that we don't have a vehicle around here, so how can you make an excuse about parking tickets?" Kelly shot at the lame explanation.

"C'mon, Kelly, I'm trying to keep us from getting killed, or whatever it is they might do to us. You could try and come up with something, you know," Kevin retorted.

Kelly scoffed as she was prodded to keep moving. "Yeah, well, I don't have any ideas at the moment, so there."

"Keep moving, programs!" another guard commanded irritably as he jabbed at her.

After that, the cousins chose to just shut up for a moment as they were led to who knows where until they can figure what to do about their situation. Though, Kelly couldn't help but grumble a bit at how rude the guards were at poking at them repeatedly like they're public enemies to whatever land they're involved with; she honestly wished that the MCP hadn't pulled such a cheap shot at her and her cousin like that.


Meanwhile, on board an enormous ship traversing over the terrain, one particular program approached the booth right before him whilst the other retainers were at work monitoring the grid. Apparently, he was something of importance, especially since his suit was different from the rest due to having a strange helmet that connects to the suit and had red colored circuitry that indicated who he was aligned with. Speaking of which…

"I've got a little challenge for you, Sark: two new recruits," the MCP told him, "They're both tough cases, but I want them treated in the usual manner. Train them for the games, let them hope for a little while, and then blow them away."

"You got it. I was hoping you'd send me someone with a bit of guts," Sark answered eagerly at the prospect, "What kind of programs are they?"

"They're not any kind of programs, Sark. They are Users," the MCP explained.

That startled the commander a little. "Users?"

"That's right. They pushed me in the real world. Someone pushes me, so I pushed back, and I brought them down here," MCP clarified, but then noticed a hint of unease on his number two, "What's the matter, Sark? You look nervous."

Sark hesitated for a moment while struggling to explain himself, "It's just…I don't know, a User…I mean…Users wrote us. A User even wrote you!"

"No one User wrote me. I'm worth millions of their man-years," the MCP answered coldly.

"What if I can't?"

"You'd rather take your chances with me?" the cold-hearted program questioned, "You want me to slow down your power cycles for you?"

Within that moment, a surging feeling coursed through the program like one's own life force was being drained away by other forces beyond control, which for him, was hurting quite a bit.

"Wait…! I need that!" he cried in agony.

"Then pull yourself together, and get these clowns trained. I want them in the games until they die playing. Acknowledge," the MCP demanded.

"Acknowledged…Master Control…" Sark replied weakly.

"End of line."

At this point, all communications have finished, allowing the program to latch onto two handles and pull him back up after such a painful torture. All he could right now was just following what orders he was given, and hope for no trouble the moment he arrives at the game grid.


Meanwhile, with the Flynn cousins, they were being led into what looked like an organized row of prison cells that don't exactly look very fitting due to the wacky structure of the place; not to mention, the path to the cells was rather cramping in comparison to a typical police prison (as far as they knew). Plus, there were a few guards observing the cells from above, with some of them seemingly hovering in mid-air (though they'll know what's really going on later) for unknown reasons.

"Video game units 18 and 19. In here, programs!"

"Hey, who are you calling programs, program?!" Kevin called out as he was shoved in the cell.

After he was shoved inside, Kelly was thrown in alongside him, but bumped into her cousin in the process.

While this was going on, another prisoner noticed the two of them, and speculated that they, too, were also programs caught by the MCP. He turned toward the other program in the cell next to him as though he wasn't sure what to think of it.

"New guys," he said.

The program next to him sighed dismally, "More free programs offline."

"You think the Users are still out there?"

"They'd better be. I don't want to bust out of here to find nothing but cold circuits waiting for me."

When Kelly heard the conversation, she couldn't help but want to know what was going on with their inmates (not to mention, she felt pretty sure that one voice sounded way too familiar).

"Hey, what are you guys talking about?" she asked as she approached what seems to be a hole.

But what stopped her from going any further was when she felt an electrical shock the moment she was about to reach her hand over toward the supposed hole, and it caused her to jolt backwards in reaction to the brief pain. Thankfully, her cousin caught her before she could fall over.

"You might want to watch those force fields there, Miss," the program next to them said as though he saw it coming.

"Thanks for the warning," Kelly replied sarcastically.

"You'll have plenty of chances to get hurt, don't worry."

The cousins looked at each other, and shook their heads in disbelief; having plenty of chances to hurt themselves was not the most reassuring thing in their book, and it was not the best way to keep any other prisoner from feeling agitated.

"Look, just so we can tell our friends what this dream is about, where are we?" Kevin asked; still not convinced that the new world was something different.

And again, you still think you're dreaming, Kelly thought. I thought I told him that it wasn't…or did he go deaf before being ushered by those weird guys in hockey suit defects?

The program who was asked thought over the question and answered, "You're a...guest…of the Master Control Program."

"Oh, great…" Kevin murmured in dismay.

"I'm starting to hate that program more and more," Kelly grumbled in agreement.

"They're going to make you play video games."

"No sweat. My cousin and I play more video games than anyone," Kevin said, trying to ease the frightening notion.

"Kevin, I'm pretty sure that what you're thinking is far different than what's going on in this place," Kelly said with skepticism.

Before any more conversation could occur, the sound of electrical jolts buzzed above them, making Kevin and Kelly look up to see a guard prodding at their cells.

"Move out! This way, you two!"

Not wanting to get into more trouble than they already have, the cousins moved out of the cells one at a time and were forced to follow the guards to a different direction compared to their inmate. Not understanding what's going on, Kelly couldn't help but silently question where they were going and what they were supposed to be doing.

"Hey, there's been a mistake here. We gotta see the guy in charge," Kevin demanded.

"You will," one of the guards said.

"Yeah, well, if I find that I don't like the person in charge, I want to punch him or her in the face," Kelly muttered low enough that the guards didn't hear her.

Soon enough, they were led over to a group of other programs with outfits similar to what Kevin was wearing, except with different faces (and all of them were not exactly very happy about their similar situation). Then, all of them were led through the halls – if they could be called that – until they reached a wide ledge where more guards were waiting for something to arrive on schedule.

"Look, operative! Commander Sark's carrier is approaching," one guard ordered, "He'll explain the training procedures."

Both cousins looked up to see an enormous ship coming over toward the ledge they were standing from. As far as they could tell, it was unquestionably gigantic craft with many geometric shapes that make it look like something that should come from a sci-fi film and the numerous little lights that glowed in several separate places. Somewhere on board the craft, a figure with red lights could be seen, but for them, it was hard to make out who it was up there, much less know who they're up against.

That was when a masculine, commanding voice echoed out. "Greetings. The Master Control Program has chosen you to serve your system on the game grid. Those of you who continue to profess a belief in the Users will receive the standard substandard training, which will result in your eventual elimination. Those of you who renounce this superstitious and hysterical belief will be eligible to join the warrior elite of the MCP."

"Someone really loves their voice, huh, Kevin?" Kelly whispered quietly enough so no one else heard her.

"You're telling me," Kevin agreed quietly.

"You will each receive an identity disk. Everything you do or learn will be imprinted on this disk. If you lose your disk or fail to follow commands, you will be subject to immediate deresolution. That will be all."

After the so-called 'procedures' were finished, they were prodded by the guards to move out and return to their cells. Along the way there, Kelly quickly looked down to see a particular individual with blue-colored lights battling against four opponents at the same time. She quickly noticed that the one with blue lights was very persistent while defending and retaliating against the ones that are fighting him.

"Kevin, are you seeing this?" she asked.

"Who is that guy?" Kevin questioned.

"That's Tron. He fights for the Users," one of the programs answered.

As they kept moving, Kelly remembered what they were told. "Kevin, if that person we saw just now is Tron, then that means his brother might be here, too."

"Could be. The question is where he is," Kevin wondered.

Besides the question of how to reach Tron and find his brother, what Kelly wanted to know is how on earth she and her cousin are going to be able to get out of the barbaric place they've been dragged into from the start, and more importantly, whether or not the two programs will be able to help them escape the game grid.