Wrote my latest chapter, hope you guys enjoy it! :)
Chapter 27
Beck was just starting to open his eyes when he heard a voice boom through the speakers. "Next stop, Argon City. This is an express line; there will be no further stops." Beck snapped wide awake. Wait, did I just hear that right? Am I going back to Argon?
Beck tried to sit up, but he fell down again. He was still partially paralyzed, but he was recovering quickly. Beck felt something on his wrists. He glanced down behind his back. Great, handcuffs. This cycle just got better. Luckily, Beck still had his mask on… so, at least one good outcome for tonight.
He looked around. Wonderful, he was locked in a closet as well. Top that on as well as handcuffs, unable to move, and literally locked inside a storage closet. Beck went over what he remembered; he was definitely taken down by a girl, but was it really Paige? He couldn't remember clearly anymore.
It would definitely make sense if it really was Paige that arrested him, but Beck didn't think he remembered the girl wearing any kind of orange circuits. All of the circuits were… green, neon green, like the City Neon, where Beck origionally met Ally. Thinking about Ally always somehow calmed Beck.
What would Ally do in this kind of situation? Beck wondered. He suddenly stopped, he heard programs talking. "I still don't understand why we have to do this." Another program responded. "Do what?" The first program spoke again. "We should have no right to take the Renegade back to Argon against his will"
The second program spoke again. "We had orders to. Besides, it's clear that he's not ready yet. When the time comes, we'll know, until then, we're going to deliver him back to Argon city along with an explanation." "He probably won't give a crap about our explanation." The first program argued.
The second program spoke more quietly. "Look, it's too late to go back now, besides we had direct orders to do this. Everything should go smoothly." The first program sighed in defeat. "How much time do we have left before he wakes up?"
The second program responded confidently. "He should come to, just as we arrive in Argon station." The first program took a deep breath. "Well, we just departed from Bismuth… This is gonna be a long ride." "You said it." The second program agreed.
Beck narrowed his eyes under his mask, thinking about what the two programs said. Well, I know for sure that Paige probably isn't involved in this. Who authorized them to do this to me? How come I didn't wake up at the time they said? Well… one thing I know for sure, I don't give a crap about an explanation.
I HAVE TO BUST OUT OF HERE!
With determination, Beck managed to get his legs to move and he shifted his weight against the wall as his legs slowly, stiffly extended to their full length. He was still unbalanced though, he fell down again. Beck winced as the cuffs behind his back twisted his shoulders painfully from the collapse.
The handcuffs started to feel a little tighter than they were before. Beck wondered what was wrong, because handcuffs don't usually do that. Beck experimentally strained against the cuffs, they started to close around even more. Yep, they are definitely getting tighter.
Beck looked around the cramped closet, trying to find a way to get his disk off his back or to somehow get these cuffs off before they start to damage his wrists permanently, which he definitely didn't want.
Nothing useful was available to him. Think Beck, THINK! An idea popped into his head, a memory actually. When Beck first met Tron, he was being interrogated. Behind Tron's back, Beck was able to pick his cuffs with his recoder tool.
Beck felt around in his pocket. Did he still have it, or was his last chance of getting free get taken away along with his ability to function properly?
He sighed with relief, it was still there. The programs started talking again, starting with the first one. "Hey, you tend to make a lot of mistakes. Did you mess anything up? You're acting weirder than usual." Beck stopped cold. They had messed up the time of when he would wake up.
The second program spoke. "Actually… yes, I think I did. Let me check first." Oh, no. They figured me out. Beck thought. He had to get the cuffs off, as soon as possible. Beck twisted his body so he could reach the recoder. He gasped as the cuffs tightened even more; it was really starting to hurt.
Okay, the more I struggle, the tighter they'll get. Beck carefully twisted again, he almost reached his recoder when the second program spoke again. "Oh users, no." He said. The first program spoke, clearly annoyed. "What's the problem?" The second program hesitated before answering.
"I… might have put the new prototype cuffs-from the lab-on the Renegade instead of the regular ones." Beck could hear the first program turn sharply towards the second one. "You what?!" He yelled. The second program told him to calm down.
"Shush! We don't want him to wake up early; we just need to get those cuffs off of him so they don't cut his hands off." The first program sighed again. "Okay, open the door. And this time, we'll be using my handcuffs."
They turned around, unlocked the door, and opened it. Luckily Beck was still lying on the floor. When they walked over to him, Beck pretended to still be unconscious. He had to wait for the right moment to get out of here. Once they remove the cuffs, I can make a run for it. Beck thought.
One program gently put his hand on Beck's shoulder. When Beck didn't move, he turned back to the other program, handing him a pair of cuffs. "He's still out; make the switch quickly before he does wake up." The second program waved a hand dismissively. "Chillax, he's still unconscious, we're gonna be fine."
The first program shook his head in annoyance. "Just get it over with." The second program knelt down and tapped a code into Beck's hand cuffs and they disconnected. The first program retrieved the handcuffs and nodded to his companion to put the other pair of cuffs on.
Before the second program could get the handcuffs on, Beck kicked both of the programs' knees out from under them, got up unsteadily, and made a run for it. He ran down the aisles, looking side to side for a place to hide. Beck's functions have finally recovered enough for him to change his suit.
He quickly boarded another train car, looked around and found another closet with a lock on the inside. He entered to small storage space before the two programs could see him. Beck locked the door and let out a sigh of relief, allowing himself to sit down and recover while he changed his suit.
He was smart enough to not change his suit design back to normal; instead he changed it to Tron's usual black disguise. When Beck finished with the white circuit design, he stood up, put the disk on his back, got his bearings, and then he bursted out the door… only to be caught again.
Apparently, they weren't waiting him out; they didn't even know where he was. They were just walking by, looking for him, when he opened the door and tried to run. Both programs grabbed his arms, and tried to subdue him again.
Beck dashed in one direction, then quickly jerked towards the other, using an evade method, and he twisted out of their grasp.
Neither of them could keep a grip on Beck, he literally slipped through their fingertips. They were chasing him again; Beck still hadn't completely recovered from everything that happened yet, so both programs were starting to gain on him.
Beck thought quickly, when he saw an emergency wing shoot holder coming up. Beck smiled with relief under his mask, he had found his escape route. He dashed by the Cabinet, and grabbed a wing chute in a smooth method without stopping.
Beck secured the wing chute onto his back and headed for the space between the cars. He was almost there. Beck opened the door, stopped at the edge with his hand gripping a rail, about to jump. "Stop!" One of the programs said… Too late.
Beck grinned under his mask as he let go of the rail, letting gravity take him down towards the ground, Beck pulled an energy string, and the wing chute opened, delivering him safely towards the ground. Beck landed with a roll and looked up at the train.
The two programs were on the train, staring at him until they were too small to see. Beck turned towards Bismuth, he could just see the city along the horizon. He groaned. Zed, Mara, and Paige must be worried sick, wondering where Beck was.
He felt around in his pockets. Thankfully, nothing was missing. He had his recoder, lightbike, and his light jet batons. Beck selected his light jet, took a running start before jumping, and he rezzed the jet. Beck started to get comfortable; it was gonna be a long ride before he reached Bismuth.
…
Beck landed on a random rooftop that was close to the ground. Beck put away his Baton and drew his disk to change his outfit back to his normal attire. When he was finished, Beck jumped down from the rooftop and landed neatly on his feet in an alleyway.
He began to walk out of the alley and pulled out a map of the city. He had marked the area that Beck and his friends would stay in. Oh, good. I'm only a few blocks away; I'd better get there quickly. Zed and Mara are probably worried about me as it is.
Beck took out another baton and he rezzed his bike, going as fast as he could towards his temporary apartment. He stopped at the front door when he arrived, and derezzed his bike back into a baton.
Beck took a deep breath before he entered the building, having to face Zed, Mara and Paige. They were sitting on a couch in the living room… and they were all staring at him.
Ooh! Beck's in trouble! ...Maybe they'll just get over it and laugh about it, huh? Oh, who am I kidding, Beck's a goner. Anyone agree with me? o_o
