Here's chapter ten! Thank you for your help Kisara B.
Thank you everybody who favored and reviewed since the last chapter!
And for those of you who had questions, they will be answered real soon.
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Chapter Ten
After CLU's betrayal, Kevin was forced to go about his daily life, work during the day and nightly visits to the arcade, constantly trying to crack the password to enter the Grid. During this time Kevin also had to introduce Tron to the Real World.
At first Tron wouldn't leave the basement of Flynn's arcade, guilt ridden of loosing Sam. But after a lot of persuasion from Kevin, he finally consented. Since he had never seen the sun before Tron was in for quite a shock. Walking out of the arcade for the first time, Tron was blinded by shining light. Reacting on instinct Tron tried to grab for his disks, forgetting that he no longer had them. Seeing this Kevin explained that it was the sun and it wasn't going to hurt him. After that came the lessons and the learning of the Real World.
While Kevin taught Tron about the Real World, he was forced to try to explain why his son was no longer with him.
20 Years Later
In the basement of Flynn's Arcade was Kevin, hunched over the desk, trying once again to figure out the password to get into the Grid. The years had not been kind to Kevin. Having to endure the rumors about his son being kidnapped or Kevin, himself, murdering him, it had been too much for the grieving father. His hair had become shaggy and shoulder length, which had become streaked with grey, a full grown beard, and wrinkles from stress and old age. And being at ENCOM didn't help either. The rumors and the stares, half the time he could ignore it, but sometimes it was too much. It seemed the only friends he still had were Alan and Tron.
"Flynn?" Speaking of which, Kevin looked up from what he was doing and turned around to see Tron walking through the new door that was installed in the basement. Tron, himself, hadn't aged at all over the years, considering he was a Program. Other then the first day Tron adapted to the Real World quite well. Instead of the black armor he always wore, Tron was in dark blue jeans and a gray long button up shirt, so to hide his circuitry that was on his body.
Since coming back to the Real World, Kevin and Tron decided to move into the empty building next to the arcade, so they wouldn't be too far from the portal. They actually made the place quite livable and comfortable. They had all the high tech appliances and technology in their living space. It was nice being CEO of huge company. And lucky for them the old building had a basement. They were able to connect Flynn's Arcade's basement with their own, so no one would see Tron and mistake him for Alan, or as Tron liked to call him Alan-One.
"Hey Tron. What's up?" asked Kevin, exhaustion coloring his voice.
Looking at Kevin in concern, Tron asked, "Have you've been here all night again?" The two may live in the same building, but they have their own separate rooms, so Tron never knew whether Kevin is in his room or not.
Pushing a hand through his hair, sighing, Kevin answered, "Yeah." Pausing for a second he continued, "Twenty years Tron. It's been twenty years and we still can't get back in."
Sadness entered Tron's eyes. Shoulders slumping a little, Tron said in a soft voice, "I know."
An awkward silence descended on the two.
Clearing his throat, Kevin asked, "So Tron? How are the exercises going?" What Kevin meant by exercises, he meant karate and self-defense videos.
Tron had found a hobby he loved to do. He liked to do anything that had to do with karate and self-defense, anything that had to do with keeping his body in motion. Tron would always say, "It's to keep up my skills," but he really liked doing it. Since Tron didn't go out that much Kevin ended up buying anything and everything on styles of karate and self-defense, hoping it would help Tron get his mind off Sam and his guilt, at least for a while. He also liked to play with Frisbees, which he was very skilled at. He said it reminded him of his disks.
Snapping out of his thoughts, Tron replied, "They're going good. I'll have to get some new ones soon though…Flynn? You really need to get some rest."
"But Tron, I'm so close. I can feel it." said Kevin, conviction in his voice.
Shaking his head, Tron just said, "Flynn, I want to get back just as badly as you do. But running yourself into the ground with exhaustion isn't going to help anyone."
A little crestfallen Kevin started to say, "That may be true but…" BEEP! Whipping back around to the desk Kevin sees the beeping is coming from his e-mail. Looking at Tron in confusion, Kevin opened it. Seeing a new message in his inbox, he clicked on it. The title only said "URGENT!" and the senders name only said, "UNKNOWN". Feeling a little suspicious, Kevin clicked on the e-mail.
"This is the password you are going to need to get back in: Perfeiyyo"
Both Kevin and Tron looked at the e-mail in shock and confusion, "…No." "It can't be." Looking at each other, Kevin asked, trying to keep the hope out of his voice, "Should I try it?"
Still in shock, Tron could only nod.
Turning back to the desk, Kevin typed in the password. Holding his breath Kevin hit the ENTER button. After a couple of seconds the computer beeped saying, "CORRECT".
Behind them, after twenty years of silence, the laser booted up. Pointing right at Tron and Kevin, the laser shot out and in a flash of light both were gone.
After twenty years of hopelessness they were back in the Grid.
Short, but necessary. I wanted to show what Kevin and Tron did during those 20 years. They're back in! What will hapen? How much has the Grid change? Will they find Sam? Well, you'll have to come back and read the next chapter to find out!
OMG! Tron in regular clothes! Talk about hot!
Perfeiyyo is actually Portuguese for Perfection. Only CLU would pick words as passwords that mean perfection, since that's what he's obssessed with.
W orking on chapter eleven, please be patient.
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