Clu's P.O.V.
The Grid is back.
I walk into my headquarters where I can watch the Light Cycle games close up. A loud crowd cheers and howls and each Program is derezzed. It may not be a fun game for them, but it is for me. Each Program screaming for help is like my drug. They try to live, but they are soon overwhelmed by a disk or a Light Cycle, and derezzed on spot.
"Damien," I say. My new assistant walks up to my quickly and removes his helmet. His red hair is swayed to the side, quite a dumb look on him, I know. But something I just came up with fast. His green eyes look over me eagerly, wanting something to do.
"Yes, sir?" Damien asks in a perfect voice. If only all Programs were like this.
"Give me a status update on the Games," I order. Damien nods his head and leads me over to the chart and circles above the arena.
Damien says, "We will soon be moving onto the Cycle match. None of them are good. Our best fighters are out there." I nod, satisfied with his reports. Damien looks at me with his eager eyes again, waiting for a new command.
"Get Milo in here," I say. "I have a few questions for him."
"Right away, Sir," Damien says. He scurries out of the room and goes looking for Milo.
Milo is my best fighter. He has won every Light Cycle I have let him participate in. But somehow, he let a few of the other team mate's escape. No one knows who they were, so I need to get an answer out of Milo.
"Hurry up, Damien!" I shout. The Light Cycle math will be beginning soon, and me being the "new creator", I need to be there. I sit in my chair looking out at the Games. The crowd still goes wild, loving all of the chaos that happens in the arena.
I hear footsteps, but they aren't from the people I want. My guard, Saffron walks in. His helmet stays on and he leans his sword against the wall. He waits for me to let him speak. I nod my head and he breaths deeply.
"Sir, I have just come across some disturbing news," Saffron says in a computer-like voice.
"And what is that?" I ask. Saffron nods.
"A troop as derezzed by the ISO Quorra and User Sam Flynn," Saffron explains. He holds his breath, waiting for me to yell, which isn't too long.
"What!" I yell. Soon, Damien and Milo come in and stand back. "Milo! Tell me what happened at the Light Cycle game when Quorra was taken away."
Milo shakes a little, but nods and opens his mouth to speak. "Alright, well we were just all about to take down the other team, but these masked fighters came in the arena and started to fight. Quorra was knocked unconscious and one of the guys grabbed her, and they ran off. No one saw them after that."
"And they killed that troop?" I ask Saffron. He nods, a sigh coming out of his mouth. I growled at them then stormed over to my large army of troops. But I feel a hand on my shoulder. Damien gives me a look, a look telling me that he isn't finished. "What?"
Damien says, "I think I know where they are hiding."
My helmet surrounds my face and I make my way to the arena. Damien stands in the middle, handing each fighter a Light Cycle. The crowd cheers as I stand next to Damien and grab a Light Cycle. A few of the other team members give each other a frantic look, not wanting to fight me. I say, "Good luck." To the other team mates. They all nod cautiously and I run away and jump in the air. My Light Cycle lands underneath me.
"Let's go!" I say. I zoom past my team mates, looking for my first victim. Someone comes up, heading straight for me. I turned a little bit to miss him, then turned around and went after him. We fought about who got to be ahead. I turned in front of him, causing him to crash into my light, soon being derezzed.
I look next to me to see my Milo against someone. It's an easy fight. Milo soon makes him hit his light, and he derezzes. Milo laughs and comes up next to me. "Ready for a new victim?"
I say, "Of course I am!" Milo laughs again and we look for a new customer. We hear two Light Cycles coming up behind us, and I look behind me. I see Heywood, a pretty good fighter, being derezzed. "Crap!" The killer comes up next to us, and we close in on him. We derezz his Light Cycle, but he isn't. He falls to the ground and he grabs his disk. He throws it at Milo, and hits his Light Cycle. Milo falls to the ground, stranded on the ground. I sigh and go after the challenger. I circle around him, but he cuts through it with his disk. This guy is pretty good. The guy's head falls off as a disk goes through his neck. He falls to the ground, shattering into a million pixels. "Nice one!"
We look around and notice that our team mates are the only ones left. Only three live. Not too bad, but we could have done better. We dismount our Light Cycles and look around. Damien runs onto the arena and raises his hands in the air. The crowd goes wild, and I feel a smile grow onto my face. Milo and I slap hands and walk near Damien. We bow to them, and they cheer as loud as they can.
The rush of all of the cheers flows through my body, giving me a warm sensation. My face is brighter then it usually is, and a large smile grows onto my face. I shake hands with Milo and my other team mates. Damien gives me a hug and we make our way back to my room.
And as soon as we get there, we go looking for Quorra and Sam Flynn.
Quorra's P.O.V.
It's trashed.
The couch is flipped over, and so are chairs. The glass table is broken, shards of glass covering the floor. The coffee table is flipped over also. But the thing that horrifies me the most is all of my books torn. They lie on the ground, each page torn out. I slump down next to the damage, feeling hurt and confused. I picked up the pages, and then released them. They fell to the ground, slowly and lightly. Like the rain in the User World.
A whimper escapes from my throat, but I try to cover it with a small cough. Sam sits next to me and puts a hand on my shoulder. He says, "I'm so sorry, Quorra."
"No, no, it's fine," I say, trying to mask my sadness. But my hands shake a little, showing when I picked up another piece of paper.
"The destruction must have trashed the place. But for some reason, it didn't destroy this place." I nod, but not wanting to let this process through my mind.
Arcell says, "You think we will be safe here?" Sam gets up and walks towards him.
"Cross your fingers," he says. Arcell laughs a little and he and Sam pick up some furniture, setting them back in place. I lounge on the couch, my legs just hanging over the arm a little.
"What do we do?" I ask. Sam sits down in one of the chairs and sighs. He thinks for a little. Arcell sits on the floor, the rest of the chairs broken.
We all sit in silence, no one wants to speak. The three of us try to think of how to get to Clarissa and kill of Clu. I close my eyes, wanting to sleep, but knowing I won't be able to. A slow wind moves closer to us, barely audible. My hair falls onto my face a little, covering my left eye. My hand falls limp to the floor, the hard, cool floor brushing my knuckles. I breathe deeply, taking in a horrid smell. The smell of smoke, maybe. Something I recognized all the time in the User World.
A hand is places on my shoulder, slightly shaking me. A voice says, "Wake up, Quorra." My eyes flutter open, and I rub them. Did I fall asleep?
"What's going on?" I ask frantically. Sam just laughs, though, and helps me up. "Are we going somewhere?"
Arcell says, "No. We are just going to work out some plans." His face is grave, and his voice is emotionless.
We walk outside and sit on the small platform. I sit in the middle, but Sam sits a little closer to me.
"Alright," Arcell says. "In just a little bit, we can make a break for it and head from the Transport Ships. We don't stop for anything. If we need to fight, we do it quickly, and then go back on the path of the Transport Ships." Sam and I nod, and then Sam starts to squint his eyes.
"What is it?" I ask. Sam shakes his head, not exactly knowing.
"It looks like an army," Sam says. I look forward and see a large army marching over here. Light Jets make their way here, also, shooting lasers at random places.
"We should go," Arcell says, and we make a run for it.
Author's Note:
I don't-sob- own Tron: Legacy.
Oh my, I hate my school! We have to do swimming, and I'm really self conscious (none of my friends even know that I write fanfiction because I'm so scared of what they will think of me), so I'm nervous to swim. And when I'm nervous, my O.C.D kicks in. Argh!
Anyways, please review! Only two for last chapter? I think we can do much better than that, don't you think?
Oh, and a new Tron story should be posted on my account Tronlover14 soon! It will be about Quorra's first year in the User World with Sam. I promise, it will be really good!