Outer Limits
Chapter Eleven
By Nan00k
Thanks guys! This is a big chapter because a lot of big things happen. FINALLY, the first plot twist. And I finished earlier than expected. Awesome.
An apt reviewer pointed out last time that Rinzler was kinda OOC during the fight with the security guys, but my excuses are the following: he's batshit insane and the programs were literally falling apart as they moved, so Rinzler had the physical advantage. The Virus is making Rinzler mentally unstable, so yeah, he's kinda nuts. Or at least, that's what I'm aiming for here haha. Hopefully Sam can further describe this to us today…
Amy realizes she just dun goof'd and then Sam experiences quite a bit of déjà vu, and not entirely in a way he, or the rest of us, were expecting.
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Warnings: descriptive violence, mild language, alternative coupling, original characters, dark themes, SPOILERS for Tron: Legacy.
Disclaimer: Tron © Disney. I only write this mess.
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Moving on weak legs, Amy tried to figure out what to do. She circled the desk and took in the scene in front of her. Quorra was standing in the middle of the room, looking like she either wanted to scream or cry, and Amy was feeling a mixture of her own panic. Shaking, she set her laptop on the desk. She felt like she was dreaming.
What could she do?
"…Oh… God." Amy gazed in horror at the screen, just as blank as it had been before. "What just happened?"
Quorra turned around, alarmed. "What?" she croaked, looking absolutely terrified.
Amy stammered, her mind going over many things all at once. "M-my computer… it's… it's working again," she said, settling on that problem. Why was it working? It shouldn't have been working.
Her concerns weren't very important to the strange woman, apparently. "I…" Quorra turned away, a hand going to her head. She looked shell-shocked. "I need to find Sam. I-I need to reverse this…!"
Knowing she was on her own, Amy ignored the other woman. She focused on the laptop entirely. "I-it should be just a terminal window," she whispered to herself. She got the window up again, hands trembling. "Oh, God. Ohhhh, God."
Query: Tron? Rinzler, are you there?
No answer. Amy felt a cold chill sweep through her.
Query: Rinzler? Please? Hello?
Nothing.
Amy stood there, trying to figure out exactly what had happened. Nothing was… making any sense. It was like he had just… vanished.
Unless… her fears were correct. Amy forgot how to breathe.
"The light," she whispered, eyes searing. She stood back, realizing the truth. "He meant the Internet. The Internet is on. Shit, why didn't I think of that? !" She spun around, frantic. "Quorra, please, can I use this computer? !" She had to check to see if the program had actually just transferred over to the new system. She could handle that. She just needed to—
"Wh—what?" Quorra exclaimed. She gave Amy a wary look. "You cannot use this. Th-this is a private console for a project—"
"Please!" Amy begged, stepping closer. "One of my computer programs just jumped ship through the Wi-fi on my laptop! Please, let me log onto this, just for a second! I have to get him off of there!"
"I cannot let you do that," Quorra said, firmer. Why she wasn't questioning Amy's statement only partially bothered Amy. She pointed at the exit, her limbs trembling in a similar way to Amy's. "You must leave, now."
"Lady, come on!" Amy shouted, clutching at the laptop instinctually. "He's infected! He has a virus in him, so it's going to corrupt the whole—!"
And then she remembered. Looking up at the desk, she saw the little notes again. They were taunting her. Haunting her thoughts.
THE GRID shone up, black on yellow, and Amy stared at the note, part of her mind freezing up.
Oh, no.
"…The… Grid…" she repeated out loud, terrified. She had to be crazy. Rinzler was crazy. He couldn't have actually meant something real when he rambled about—about this, could he?
Perhaps she had just fulfilled the promise she had made to Tron after all.
"What did you just say?" she heard Quorra ask behind her. Turning, Amy saw the woman was now giving her a strangely tense look.
Amy tried to find her voice. "…You're… you're building the Grid?" she asked, voice cracking.
Quorra's defensive look only increased. "How do you know that word?" she demanded harshly. "Who are you?"
"I-I… I heard it from Rinzler," Amy said, grasping her weary head. "He kept talking about it and—"
Amy had not been expecting Quorra to go from slightly panicky to full out Xena Warrior Princess on her ass after she started to explain. Quorra grabbed Amy by the collar of her jacket, slamming her against a support pillar. Amy gasped for breath as the not-so-meek woman hauled her up a good five inches off the ground.
"HOW DID YOU LEARN THAT NAME? !" Quorra demanded, face marred by a look of suspicion and anger.
Amy scrambled to push the other woman off her. "HE TOLD ME! CHRIST! Let me go!" she shot back, clawing at the ghost-white hands near her throat.
Quorra only pushed back harder. "He is the program you lost? !" she asked, threatening.
"Yes!"
The look of suspicion only got darker on Quorra's face. "That is impossible! He is dead!" she snapped.
"Not yet!" Amy cried. She tried to get footing on the pillar, but she kept slipping. "I was trying to save him, so I thought I'd bring him to ENCOM, to try to get a system he'd work better on! I had no idea the Grid was actually real!"
To Amy's relief, Quorra let her go. Amy dropped down almost all the way to the ground, gasping for breath. Quorra stepped back, looking incredibly dangerous for such a frail appearance.
"He is a monster," she said darkly. "He murdered thousands of innocent programs!"
Amy stared at the deranged woman, scared witless. What had she just walked into? "…What?" she stammered, slowly inching away. Her eyes darted to the laptop on the table. "Wh-what do you mean, murdered? Th-they're machines. Not even! They're computer programs." Resolve suddenly reformed in her heart. Amy moved past Quorra, focusing on the Grid computer. "I-I have to get him out of this! He's unstable anyway. How do you work this? !"
Quorra's hand lashed out and grabbed her wrist. "Do not tamper with it! That's dangerous!" she chided. Amy yanked her hand back, her own anger bubbling up.
"How is it dangerous? !" she demanded. It was a computer! Not some weapon!
"Because—!" Quorra started to say, but her strength wavered. She stared at Amy, now more afraid than angry. "Sam is in there. I do not want you to mess things up if he could be hurt by it! I don't even know who you are!"
There were a lot of things wrong with what that implied. Sam Flynn, CEO of the company, was somehow depending on her not to screw around with a computer… because he was inside of it.
Amy stared at Quorra, her mind trying desperately to wrap itself around what she was being told.
"…Wait," she said, holding up a hesitant hand. "Someone… is in there? As in… INSIDE the computer?"
Quorra stood there, not saying anything. She looked miserable. Amy could only stare back, equally helpless.
This was crazy to consider. But this was not the first time she had heard this story… of humans being put inside a computer. Amy refused to believe Tom's theory that Rinzler was just a prank, but… this was… too much.
But the look on Quorra's face told her that this wasn't a prank. The light and disappearing man… that wasn't faked.
This was actually happening.
"…Rinzler… was… right?" she said mostly to herself. She stared past Quorra, horror flooding her veins. "K-Kevin Flynn… made something that drags people into a computer?"
Quorra said nothing. She looked away, jaw tense. Amy wanted to beg her for some sort of answer, but the only sound in the room were the computers humming quietly. Turning around, Amy stared at the desk.
"I-I have to call Tom," she said, heart encased in ice. She fumbled with unsteady hands to retrieve her cell phone. Flipping it open, she dialed one of the only numbers she ever really called lately. "Hold on, I have to—"
Tom's ringtone was a stupid little tune, something from an 80s cartoon theme song. Amy hated it, but she knew what it sounded like.
That's why when she heard the music filter up from the table in front of her, Amy almost dropped her phone.
Quorra peered around her, alarmed at the noise. Amy just froze as the music continued. Slowly, she lowered her phone from her face and leaned over the desk. His phone was right there, next to the keyboard, hidden by some papers. Amy stared at the device buzzing on the table and slowly, slowly, felt her body go numb.
Oh… no.
Oh, God, no.
"Tom…" she breathed, horror flashing across her face. She dropped her phone. She ignored Quorra, starting to hyperventilate. She picked up Tom's cell phone, ceasing the call. She stared at the phone, speechless.
How—how did he get involved in this? Tom was in programming—not—not freaky laser beam studies!
"We have to get them out, now, please," she found herself saying. She stumbled back into the desk, shaking even more. All she could think about was Tom somehow being stuck inside a death trap. Rinzler had told her everything about how awful that place was, how dangerous. "I beg you. Help me."
"I-I don't know how to get them out," Quorra replied, eyes wide with her own fear. Suddenly, the warrior was gone and Amy found herself facing down a similarly afraid woman. "They went in too soon. It was an accident."
Amy struggled to even find a reply to that. "Th-then—how—? !"
"There is a way to escape from the inside, don't worry," Quorra said, though she sounded like she was just as worried. She rung her hands, gritting her teeth anxiously. "We will just wait for them." Her lack of confidence did not make Amy feel better.
"How long does that take?" Amy asked, hugging herself.
Quorra hesitated. "I… am not sure. Minutes… on this end."
This was crazy. Amy closed her eyes, trying to calm herself. "J-Jesus… how long will it take them to get to the escape place?" She couldn't even imagine what the inside of a computer would even look like.
"I'm not sure." Quorra's jaw tensed. "The Grid… is not stable any more."
Amy thought back to days ago, when she was talking to Rinzler about just that very thing. "…Because Flynn is dead," she replied plainly, realizing that had to be it.
"Rinzler told you this?" Quorra asked sharply, frown returning.
"Y-yeah." Amy blanched, realizing that something else was wrong. "Oh, God… and now Rinzler is there, too!"
Lost in the Grid, the unstable Grid… oh, this was beyond awful. Amy dropped her face into her hands. What had she done, coming here? She might have ruined everything. What if Rinzler brought the Virus to the Grid? What if it hurt Tom?
Quorra stepped forward. "He is a dangerous program, Amy Talbot, believe me," she said gravely. "He tried to kill all three of us—Sam, Flynn and myself—many times. He is a monster."
She could imagine it. But she didn't want to. Amy shook her head slowly. "…But… what about Tron?"
"Tron?" Quorra repeated. There was a startled surprise in her expression. Then again, Amy had to reason she probably wasn't expecting Amy to know those names. She looked away, fighting to remain passive. "He… he is gone. He was reformatted by C.L.U."
There was a bitterness in her voice. The familiarity with both C.L.U. (whoever that guy actually was) and Rinzler alarmed Amy. Quorra apparently knew Tron as well. Reformatted… probably meant brainwashed? Perhaps? Amy took a deep breath, trying to keep up with all of it.
"I heard. But…" Amy hesitated. "I've spoken with Tron." Or at least, a remnant of him.
That definitely threw Quorra for a loop. "What?" she asked, very surprised now.
Amy clasped hands, feeling terribly cold. "R-Rinzler and Tron are like alter-egos or something. Whenever I talked to Rinzler, sometimes Tron would appear. Vice versa." She bit her lip, remembering the difficult conversations she and Tom had sifted through. "It's like he's having an identity crisis."
Quorra stared at her, considering. "…Before… the end… Rinzler attacked C.L.U. in our defense," she said slowly, as if it was difficult to admit it. "It is possible… that Tron took control back. But I would not trust him. Ever."
For some reason, her anger toward Rinzler made Amy feel very defensive. She knew the guy was nuts, but he didn't seem that crazy. This wasn't the time to be worried about it, however. "I don't need to trust him," she said shortly. "I just wanted him to trust me. And now I sent him back into a world falling apart. Great." She sighed, frustrated. "With my boyfriend. Shit." She severely hoped Quorra was just exaggerating about Rinzler being homicidal. She knew for a fact Tom sucked at fighting.
Quorra shook her head. "I would not worry about Rinzler surviving there," she said, frowning deeply. "I am more concerned with the two Users. We must do what we can to get them out, or wait for them."
"Ye—wait." Amy stopped and looked up at Quorra, shocked. "Did you just say Users?"
The only person/people she had heard use that phrase had been—
A… program.
Drawing back slowly, Amy stared at Quorra is dulled shock. Heart beating in her chest like a drum, she saw the woman stare back at her with growing surprise.
"…What are you?"
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They made great progress in the first hour. It was much like a slow-paced game of tag; Sam kept a watchful eye on their assailants, but the distance between them was constant. The light in front of them grew larger and larger as they flew, and they began to encounter pillars of floating rocks (or rather, rocks that broke through the surface of the water below). Tom seemed to get the hang of flying, but was still incredibly nervous.
But right at the start of the second hour, Sam began to notice something dismal. His jet was doing its best to fly steady, but he began to notice a slow, but constant decrease of speed. He wasn't the only one to notice.
"I thought you said these were really fast!" Tom exclaimed. The poor guy sounded like he was about to cry or something.
Sam glanced behind him again. The other Light Jets didn't seem to be falling back anymore. They seemed to be catching up, if anything. He cursed lowly.
"Oh, no…" He looked down at the control panels of his own jet and noticed strangely dimming lights. He thought… he thought he had done it right, fixing the coding. Was it not working now? Unless… Sam cursed again. What if by increasing the speed, he had drained their power quicker? Was that how things work here?
"Dad, how did you do this?" he whispered, slowly coming around another pillar of rock.
"What? !" Tom shouted. It was getting difficult to hear each other.
Kevin Flynn wasn't about to come up from the grave and tell his son how to manipulate the Grid correctly. As it was, Sam was just adlibbing their entire escape. Gritting his teeth, Sam wished he knew what to do next.
He was not Kevin Flynn. Of all the times that he wished that he was—
"I-I don't know. I probably messed up making them," he finally said, banking to the left. He shot the approaching programs a wary look. "Come on, just keep going."
"They're catching up!" Tom said loudly. He was trying to force his jet to move faster, but they were slowing down. Sam exhaled sharply.
"Just go! Don't stop!" he ordered.
Maybe if he dropped down, he could circle behind their followers and shoot them from there. It'd be risky to leave Tom out in the open alone, but they didn't have a choice. Sam craned his neck around, trying to get a better look. There was time to waste dwelling on negative what-ifs. They had to—
He looked up just in time to see Tom get hit by a series of blasts from the other jets and crash directly onto the surface of a rock. Sam yelled out, afraid. He wasn't going to let anyone fall behind, not when this was his fault to start with! He should have just deactivated the whole system. Trying to fix it—stupid stupid stupid—!
Sam looked over and saw the beginning of the Tower was only a hundred yards away, but there were many open spaces in between. How it was still standing, he didn't know, considering the blast took out the rest of the Grid. He didn't have time to ponder the workings of the Grid at the moment, however, so he directed his jet downward to the rock.
Thankfully, Tom's jet had taken most of the damage. Tom himself went skidding across the rock surface, yelling out in pain, but alive. Sam dropped down after him, his jet vanishing back into a baton. He looked up at the Tower. They were too far away! There was a chance that they could keep going after this, but not—not if those drones were right on their tail.
Whirling around, Sam looked up at the approaching jets. He reached to his back, eyes set in a firm glare. This was no different than the first time he had arrived on the Grid. It didn't matter if there were more of them than there were of him. He was a User—he was the son of Kevin Flynn. And that mattered.
Two jets approached the pillar first. Sam thought they would just fire at him from the air, but to his surprise, the crafts dematerialized. Two programs leapt down in front of him, stiff and unnatural in their postures.
Sam wanted to meet his opponent bravely and without pause. He disappointed himself when he saw the first program face him and all Sam could do was gape in shock. It wasn't really his fault, however.
The program's face was missing. More than that, from his shoulder down across his chest was a gaping, melting mess. Sam almost dropped his disc in his disgust and shock. The program kept walking, disregarding its damage. How was it still moving? How was it still not de-rezzed?
"Sam!" Tom shouted. He was getting to his feet and he looked at Sam with wild eyes.
Turning around, Sam saw the program and his companion approaching them. Sam shoved his fear aside; he had to focus. It felt like it had been ages since the last time he had been forced to fight with his disc, but the motions returned to him easily. He slung the disc out at the two programs. The one attempted to reach for his own, but it was too late. The program crumbled almost instantly when the disc caught him in the chest, coding flowing out like water, the body collapsing onto the ground. Tom gasped loudly at the sight.
Sam didn't have time to censor this for the newcomer. "Start running for the Tower!" he shouted, leaping up. He caught the disc on the rebound, whirling around to nail the second program in the face. The other jets were quickly approaching the pillar again. There were at least six of them.
Tom was looking out at the path they had to follow. It was severely broken up. "We'll never be able to jump that!" he exclaimed.
"At least get to the ledge!" Sam shot back. He caught the disc again, bracing himself. More programs were arriving. Once they were gone, they could snag more jets and get across.
The only good thing was that all of the programs seemed to be completely distorted. They were on pre-programmed orders, apparently, as they went down to the rock to meet him face to face, disregarding the more convenient Light Jets. That was lucky, Sam had to admit, though this time, the programs all went for their discs to fight. There was only one further off jet headed their way, so Sam decided to focus the fight to what was in front of him.
They were weaker, but there were still many. Sam yelled out as he threw his disc again. He got one more on the arm, sending him flying, but two threw their own discs at him at the same time. Sam dodged the attacks, taking cover behind another outcropping. He tried to reach out to grab his disc as it came flying back, but a stray security program's disc knocked it off course. It went clattering to the ground, skidding several feet away.
Well, that wasn't good. Sam dove forward after the disc, knowing that he was letting his entire side wide open for attack. A rogue disc sliced into the rock inches from his face, but Sam rolled away as more flew at him. He grabbed a stray one to throw back at its owner, but had to use it to block another one flying at his face. Eyes seeking out his prone disc, Sam flung the disc in his hand away, cutting into another program, and tried to reach his weapon.
He only got within two yards of it, arm reaching out to grab it. He heard the sounds of the last jet came upon the rock pillar finally and Sam looked up automatically. He was expecting to see another deformed program to materialize, to join the fray, and try to kill them.
He wasn't expecting to see a lean black figure, white lights adorning his limbs, leap down from the sky, fearlessly landing on top of one of the security programs. Sam yelled in shock as Rinzler—who else could it have been—punched one of the unsuspecting programs through the face.
It was almost embarrassing how quickly Rinzler cleaned up their mess for them.
He had never seen anyone do what Rinzler did in a matter of seconds. He literally tore arms off, faces apart. His hands were hooked like claws, ripping into the security programs. Sam sat there, completely taken back. Sure, Rinzler didn't have any identity discs now, but—
Why was he so violent? He didn't remember… this. Rinzler snarled loudly, kicking another program away, coding spraying out like real blood. Sam shivered. This didn't seem… right. Or natural.
A lucky security program came up behind Rinzler and tried to grab him around the neck. Rinzler deftly moved away in time, the helmet went flying (probably on Rinzler's command) and Rinzler growled even louder, lashing out at the attacker. He behaved like a wolf, or some kind of wild animal.
Trying to stand, Sam looked for Tom. The other programmer was latched onto a rock outcropping, looking stunned. They had to leave, now, when all of their enemies were distracted. Sam got as far as getting upright when he got his feet swept out from beneath him. He saw one of the security programs, still dissolving from the torso up, struggling to knock him over. Disturbed, Sam kicked the program away, but wound up falling over again.
There was no time! He dodged another flying spray of coding and tried to get over to the other side of the rock.
He didn't make it far. Sam ducked when a disc from one of the programs flew by, but there was only one more scream—and then silence. Scrambling, Sam turned over, eyes seeking out his next opponent. All he saw was a figure in black walking slowly toward him, bare handed, but Sam immediately drew back in fear. His disc lay useless feet away.
Rinzler stopped and looked down at the unarmed User. Sam stared back up at him and suddenly, he felt everything stop.
His helmet was gone, Rinzler's. Sam had never seen him with it off before. Now, he could see his face.
Sam had not been expecting to see… that face.
Seconds past and he knew that he shouldn't have been surprised. Dad had told him about Tron and his origins. He had heard the stories of how they defeated the MCP and who… who made Tron.
But to see Rinzler gazing down with that same face was enough to render Sam speechless.
"…Alan?" he breathed, eyes huge.
Rinzler stared at him and, somewhere, deep within those eyes that should have belonged to Alan Bradley twenty years ago, he could have sworn he saw something snap. The lights on his armor flickered from the pale white immediately back to orange red.
Sam had enough time to realize he had made a mistake, when Rinzler lunged.
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"Alan?"
Rinzler gazed down upon the User, taking in the details that made up his face and body. He knew the face all too well, but he hadn't been able to place it within his memory files.
As soon as the User spoke, however, there was no longer any doubt. So many thoughts passed through his cortex, but all Rinzler could see, think or feel, was that which was in front of him, looking up at him with an expression of shock.
Sam… Flynn.
Son of Flynn
Enemy.
With a fierce yell, he grabbed the human right off the ground, fist already forming in his free hand. He slammed the human into the rocky wall, letting his clenched fingers strike the User in the face. It didn't break like those damaged guards; that only fueled Rinzler's intent on making it break. With strength he didn't know he had, he flung the User away, enjoying every pained cry, every loud crack as the human broke through fragile stone.
Crossing the distance with incredibly speed, Rinzler caught Sam Flynn again by the throat. He had no weapons ever since this User tried to have him knocked from the flagship deck, but that was fine. He was beginning to enjoy the sensation of tearing and ripping. It felt—more. There was more sensation in it than just a mere disc duel. His face might have been stronger, but Rinzler wanted to see how a User's throat would withstand similar treatment—
"RINZLER, STOP!"
Rinzler paused just enough at the sound of his own designation that Sam Flynn managed to pry his hands loose. The User rolled away, standing upright immediately to fight again.
Turning, Rinzler saw the other last remaining figure standing there. The other User. He stared at him, frightened, but clearly the one who had called out. Rinzler stalked forward to confront him, hands begging for more violence.
"Rinzler," the User began, hands going up in defense as the program stalked toward him. "I-it's me! It's Tom! Tom Devlin!"
A User's name meant nothing to him. They were all the same. They didn't belong here in this world.
But Rinzler found himself stopping short of the man, hands falling, still. He watched the figure in front of him, realizing something.
He knew who this User was.
Rinzler stared down at the human, stunned.
"Savior," he said, so abruptly, he surprised himself.
Tom stared back at him, equally shocked, but probably for different reasons. Rinzler didn't know what to say to him. Thomas Devlin. Amy Talbot.
Saviors.
A fist collided with his face. Rinzler snarled, flying backwards away from the assault. Sam Flynn stood there, swinging his limbs again. Rinzler dodged the clumsy attacks. The User seemed intent on fighting, but he was no match for Rinzler, not even now. Rinzler latched his hands around Sam Flynn's arm and flung him away. Tom Devlin shouted out again, but Rinzler was refocusing on the User in front of him now.
Death to Flynn.
He went to grab the human again, but suddenly, Sam Flynn rolled away form him, and not of his own accord.
The shelf shifted downwards and suddenly, Rinzler was flying in the air, the other two in the same predicament. He hit the rock, rolling downwards at a dangerous speed. There was a horrible smashing sound and the rock groaned beneath them—but it stopped moving. Rinzler looked up, stunned. The two pillars had smashed into each other, weakened by the fighting this whole time, forming a bridge.
It was almost like a universal understanding had just taken place between the three of them. The two humans took off, not waiting for another chance to escape. Rinzler snarled and scrambled to his feet to follow them. They weren't going to get away. They weren't leaving him trapped here again—
They ran over the rock and stone, ignoring how the path crumbled away almost right beneath their feet. The black rock faded into white stone, an immortal substance. He saw Sam Flynn urge Tom Devlin forward. Both saw him running and they ran faster. It was too late, however.
Rinzler flew forward, grabbing Sam Flynn by the legs. They both hit the ground, only yards from the portal. Rinzler felt everything begin to burn. The light—the light was far too strong, this close—
Sam Flynn got to his feet, only barely. "Wait! No!" he shouted up at the sky. Everything was glowing around them. The User tried to move away from the light; Rinzler started to run at him again—
He saw Sam turn around and suddenly, Tron felt his coding shift within him. He—he knew that face.
"We're going to do great things here, buddy. Just you wait."
Numb, Tron fell, colliding into Sam Flynn, who shouted in alarm. Tom Devlin turned at the cry, silhouetted by the sublime power of the Tower beyond them.
"We named him Sam. He's the cutest thing you'll ever see. I can't wait for you two to meet, Tron!"
Gasping. Crawling. Tron reached out in vain for the face of Flynn's son. He remembered. He remembered Flynn telling him—promising—they'd meet—
"Rinzler. Kill them."
"No…" Tron whispered. He tried to stand, being kicked back by Sam Flynn. He deserved it. He deserved worse.
He had promised to protect Flynn, no matter what. That was his purpose. His destiny.
But he hadn't. He hadn't protected Flynn in his hour of need. He had failed. C.L.U. took over. Made him—made him into a monster.
He had helped murder his best friend.
Tron tried to get out of the way. Legs were tangled and all he could hear was the roaring of the Tower. He didn't belong there. He had to let them go. He didn't deserve to be there, so close to—
"RINZLER!"
Looking up, he saw Tom Devlin staring at him, past the light, eyes wide with emotion. Rinzler stared back at him, unable to move.
He didn't deserve this.
The entire platform shifted. He heard Sam Flynn yell, but the light blanked out every other sense. This wasn't like the Light in the Sea, the thing that pulled and drew him along past the rules, the order of the Grid. This light—it started to break him down. If he had any energy at all, he would have fought it, but he doubted it would do much.
A hand found his shoulder, but after that—he knew nothing but pure, white nothing.
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End Chapter Eleven.
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Next, well, let's just say all hell breaks loose.
A/Ns:
-Why did the Tower activate by itself/not with a disc like it did in Legacy? Wait for an explanation next chapter. Amy's good like that.
-I'm sorry, but at the end of the movie when Sam goes crazy and punches C.L.U., I died. Lmao. His scream was so corny. Now, I can't imagine him fighting well in a fist fight at all hahaha.
-Yes, it seemed incredibly easy to reach the portal in this. It would have been easy in the movie too, had they just hopped onto that freighter and just kept going without interruption (aka Castor and then C.L.U..) Or at least, that's my excuse to get the story moving further along haha.
