3 looked at the cell, when Travis finally woke up. He immediately stood, walked up to the glass and put his hands on it.
"Listen to me, you need to let me out-"
"Tell me the truth. Were you the one who did all of that?"
"...was it me? Was it me? By now, I'd believe that you'd know if it were me, of course it was me!"
"You nearly killed me, could have killed me, could have killed anyone else, but….why didn't you?"
Travis's eyes went from a pleading, sorry, regretful pose, to a cold, malevolent stare.
"Because of you. I refrained from killing you because you were the most trusted, most… gullible, easy tricked, manipulatable being. Of course, I wasn't tricking you every time, but you wouldn't believe how many lies have saved me. Saved me from having to free your head from it's shoulders."
"So… you killed your own parents, all of your siblings, everyone who dared step in your way… but not me? That's unfair to a lot of families!"
Travis scoffed. "I could care less. It was them who stepped up, them who died dishonorable deaths. Not my fault, theirs."
"How could you do this? They had families that expected them to come home, you just come in and brutally murder them, because they mistreat you?"
"Yeah, seems about right."
"Were you going to kill me, like you did everyone else you were 'friends' with?"
"No. Because we were truly friends. I hated Lisa. Marley deserved it. I don't think I've ever had a real friend…" Travis turned back to face 3 again, because he had paced around and wasn't even facing her anymore. "Except you."
"What event caused this? Was it me?"
"Oh, it wasn't you. It was my parents. They outcast me first. But, as you can see, no depression here. In fact, I wasn't sad. I wasn't asking if it was my fault. I didn't ask because I knew it was my fault. I knew that forgiveness and forgetting existed. Sadly, forgive and forget was the last thing I wanted them to do. I wanted to see their souls compacted into dust and ash. I wanted them gone from my life."
"Is that why you did everything?"
"What do you mean by 'everything'? Because I had specific reasons for what I did."
"What did you do to your parents?"
"Why, that's not a story for little 'uns, are you sure?"
Travis sat down. "Because it includes some blood."
"Whatever gets me to the bottom of this."
He smiled. "Ok. I went to their were sleeping and I wished to the highest deities that I had my knife, because they were in for it. Anyway, I went to the closet and nabbed the gaming guns they had when they participated in social games and events. Either was nearly empty. I grabbed one. They had woken up at this point and were calling me things like 'miscreant'. I shot them both straight in their faces. Then I shanked about two of my siblings, the rest hid in a room, I blew them to pieces and lived life, content as can be."
3 sat there, completely surprised. "Then it was you… I don't believe it… It was you the whole time. Every slip in our plans, it was you. The man who nearly killed me. That was you."
"Hey, I wasn't aware that those agents were you and Mr. 'Stachio there. I'm kinda safe in that department…"
3 left the room. Travis sat back down to think about his life decisions.
Travis turned to see Luigi in the room next. "Oh, here to complete the death wish?"
"No. I'm asking if you know where my brother is."
"Well, my friend of the past probably forgot, but-..."
Travis got an idea. A terrible, horrible, deplorable, idea. "I… I know where he went. But you gotta let me go."
"Then so be it. But you have to tell me where he went, ok? Do you promise?"
Travis held back the largest fit of laughter ever as he looked to the lunch tray he was served earlier. Methinks the fork will suffice…
"I promise."
Luigi pressed the button to open the door. The instant Luigi opened the door, Travis grabbed the fork, tackled Luigi and pinned him down to the floor.
"Well, this was easy…"
3 and Simon jumped off the couch when they heard a loud noise from the cells.
Travis had Luigi pinned to the floor and was trying to impale his eye with the fork.
Right before the fork actually went into Luigi's eye, 3 grabbed Travis and threw him off. He flew farther than she expected.
Simon helped Luigi up, while Travis stood and smiled. "I knew you wouldn't let me leave unannounced. Sadly, I have places to be, so move."
Simon took Luigi out, and 3 stood her ground. "No. I'm not moving. You're going to stay here," 3 cracked her knuckles, "or I'm going to die before you ever get to leave this place."
"So be it."
Travis lay on the floor, unconscious, after a long tussle between them.
3 nodded slowly and softly mumbled, "And stay down, liar."
Travis was knocked out, on the floor.
Luigi got close. "Wow… he fought good, for such a skinny thing."
3 chuckled a little at that remark.
Meanwhile…
Alpha woke up, unmasked and tied up.
"Where am I? I demand to know-"
"Stop complaining, you're safe!" Omega strutted in, from the front of the room.
"Safe?! Does any of this look safe to you?"
Alpha stopped to look at the room. Indeed, it was pretty empty.
"From what I see, yes. It's safe."
Alpha sighed and looked up. "Where's your henchmen? Your assistants?"
"In containment cells. Only a select few actually remain in touch. And that's a slim few, nonetheless."
Alpha kicked and pulled at the ties on his hands, keeping him bound to the chair.
"You let me go, right now! I have loyal teams probably searching right now!"
"Yeah, no, they aren't searching, they're deciding where to search. This place is too hidden in the universe to be found."
Alpha coughed and noticed the sudden smell. "What is that?"
"Oh, nothing. Just a prisoner we had to dispose of. Unfortunately, we couldn't put him down, so we had to roast him, the old-fashioned way. I tell ya, his hairline was nonexistent." Omega stopped to laugh, before continuing. "I'm going to propose a trade. You, for certain troops back on my field."
Alpha laughed. "That's not gonna work. I was the one who single handedly-"
"-Cheated your way out of paying the bills 13 times. I know, but this is a different trade. I meant to say that I'd trade your dust for the rest of my troops."
"You wouldn't dare."
Omega drew a knife. "Oh, but you said it yourself, you're not my son."
"Oh go figure."
During this talk, Alpha had taken out his pocket knife and was grinding at the ties.
The second his right hand was loose, he jerked his left hand out and attacked. Unfortunately, his attack didn't go anywhere, because Omega was leaving the room, so he looked very stupid for a second.
Shoot.
Meanwhile…
Travis hopped up. He was standing in a cell again. He was going to attempt escape again, but quickly perished the thought and looked bored until someone came in for him to kill.
It took forever for someone to arrive, so Travis took a moment to remember what he could.
13 years ago…
14 year old Travis walked the streets, not exactly homeless, but really lonely.
He turned and instantly felt himself tense up.
His neighbor, the purple-colored brother of one of the poor bullies he jacked up with his knife, was in front of him now.
"I know it was you, kid. What did you do to my brother?"
Travis looked to his left. No one there. To his right. No one was watching. He conceived a plan with the two seconds he had to think.
"I know where he is. Follow me."
Travis led the poor brother to his house and unlocked the door. "Go in. He's in the basement.."
The guy walked in, and Travis shut the door behind them.
20 minutes later, a nearby jogger heard noises from the house and bothered to open the door.
He walked in and the door slammed behind him. He turned and locked eyes with a mess of what used to be a purple inkling in the corner and felt the sudden shock as he saw a kitchen knife go right through his chest.
Present…
Travis felt the rush just thinking about it, but quickly snapped out of it and saw Luigi tapping on the glass.
"What is it now, booger?'
Luigi glanced at the camera and smiled. "It's me. Mr. L. I can't understand you, but I need you to come with me, okay?"
"No, yeti lip."
"I'll take that as a yes." L opened the door and put Travis in cuffs.
"Let's go, before the guys return. Do you know where Greenie is?"
Travis made a look of complete and total agony, but L took him away to the ship. L's cruiser wasn't far, but Travis had to wade through space to get in. L returned with Billy, a few minutes later.
"I hate you."
Billy smiled. "Good to see that your waifu didn't smash your skull in."
"Well, I hate you more, just for that."
Mr. L said no warning, just shot the cruiser into hyper drive, sending Travis all the way back.
Omega was happy to see Travis back, but Billy had some words to spew.
"Ah! Mr. Squaller! Welcome back!"
"Yeah, Mr. Squatter, tell them how you betrayed us!"
Travis glared at Billy, a desire to choke the life outta that good-for-nothing scamp.
"What?" Omega's face shifted quickly.
"Yeah, Travis betrayed us!"
"NO, I didn't betray you, it was an accident-"
"No, no, let Bill talk."
Billy smiled. "Ok. Well, when I was captured, I saw Travis with some girl and his MVP teammates! He looked ME directly in the eyes and that did it for sure, when we spoke again, he told me several times that the girl he was with was a "tough case" and I think he's a sucker for women, which is why his DIRTY, BACKSTABBING BEHIND deserves a guillotine!"
Omega frowned. "I wasn't listening, say that again."
"Travis dumped us for his wife."
Travis sighed and growled, "She's not my wife."
"Ah, the things we do for love-"
"I SAID, SHE'S. NOT. MY. WIFE."
Billy chuckled. "Oh, he's so busted."
"Is this true, Mr. Squaller?"
Travis stopped eyeing Billy to reply. "It wasn't a betrayal, it was different than that, I was on their side because-"
Travis screamed and collapsed, as Omega switched to a serious face and shot him with a stun gun. "All I wanted to hear. Lock him up. I can't stand traitors."
Sorry folks, this chapter's a bit short. Not because I was in a rush, but because I wanted to pull a Meta Runner-esque stunt and drop it off there. This won't extend the story any further because of a half chapter, but because I met the story quota and I like cliffhangers so here you go :)
