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A/N: In the first chapter the disclaimer reads 'I don't own anything/one mentioned in this fic 'cept myself and Alex Woohoo…' The character of my story is, in fact, Ashley not Alex. Sorry for the misunderstanding, I must've been somewhere else. Anywho, here's the second chapter of *dun dun dun* Change.
"Um…hey, can I help you?" I asked, once I'd found my voice, the mask- bearing Techno who had a grip of my shoulder. I had decided to play the ignorant. "Well, there's no need to be rude about it! Here I was, minding my own business, when you come and grab my shoulder for no reason!" I exclaimed haughtily, trying to loosen the grasp on my shoulder but only succeeding in making it painfully worse.
"I suggest…" The mysterious Techno didn't get to finish as a tall (compared to my standard, heck, everyone is tall compared to my standard) Techno with bleached hair and a camouflage-style jacket walked over to us.
"Is this the intruder?" He asked the Techno who had still not lessened his grip on my shoulder, not even noting my existence.
"Hello. Intruder with a name here. I prefer Ashley, thanks." I replied in my oh-so-smart-ass-way. Only when I saw the amused look cross the bleached Techno's face did I realise I'd made two mistakes. I'd just admitted I was in fact the intruder they were looking for and I'd given away my identity. "Shit." I muttered to myself, only widening the bleached Techno's grin.
"I'm Jay, and thanks for telling me that important information." He replied, in the same smart-ass tone I'd used earlier. Never before did I realise just how damn annoying it was and I'd never use it again.
"Huh? Oh yes. We have her captured. Oh really?" Jay spoke into his headpiece before looking me up and down. "She doesn't look…oh, no of course not. Yes, right away."
"Who was that? Ya army buddy?" I asked, breaking the vow of never using the smart-ass tone again.
"If you must know, it was RAM." He replied, throwing off my composure.
"What'd he want? Can I go yet?" I asked, trying to regain my composure.
"He wanted you. In fact, you are very valuable I am told." That familiar grin crept across his features again. Damn, he was so annoying!
"Valuable? What the fuck's that supposed to mean?" I asked, my immaturity and arrogance showing through.
"Something to do with computer files and before the virus, your skills." He explained, which surprised me as I imagined he would ignore the question.
"Oh." I commented, my smart-ass mouth not knowing what to do for once.
~*~
"Wow, this place sure does look different when I'm not looking from above or through a vent." I said, breaking the silence that we'd walked to Ebony's Palace in.
"I'm sure it does." Jay replied crisply, but I could see the beginnings of a smile etched at the corners of his mouth.
"So, where to from now? To the big, bad RAM? And, by the way, whats with the name? He must be obsessed with computers otherwise…hey! Watch the clothes!" I yelled to the Techno behind me, who was still holding my shoulder, but this time a little more harshly as I mentioned RAM's name.
"I suggest you be less callous and realise the situation here. You're…what (?)…15, 16 and…" Jay began.
"17 actually." I interrupted rudely.
"17? Right, well, your 17 and RAM knows things about you that you wouldn't be able to imagine. He knows things, and unless you start acting your age and lose the ignorance and attitude he's going to eat you alive. No." Jay raised his hand before I got chance to interrupt again. "I am not 'lecturing' you. I am just saying, for your sake." He added.
"I don't need help. I can handle this." I reassured myself, looking away from Jay's disapproving looks. I averted my eyes back to my surroundings. We were walking down a white corridor, a clinically white corridor. The name-less guard, who still gripped my shoulder, shoved me towards a dark wooden door. I looked at Jay and he opened the door, leaving the guard standing outside.
The room, like the corridor, was clinically white. RAM was in a corner, pulling on some rubber gloves. He waved his hand and two girls who looked extremely similar collected a cup and exited the room through a different door in which we entered.
"Ah, and this is Ashley I presume?" RAM directed his wheelchair towards me. I simply nodded. "I've read a lot about you. A lot about computers, which interests me greatly."
"Computers?" I asked, playing the dumb card once more, remembering to not screw it up.
"Yes. Is my information incorrect?" He asked, a huge grin spreading over his face.
"Uh huh. Sorry but I don't know anything about computers. I never really did understand technology." I shot back, mustering a smile that I hoped look genuine.
"Oh, my sincere apologies. I must've been mistaken. Follow me, I will show you the way out. I am deeply sorry for any inconvenience this may have caused." RAM seemed to have fallen for my trick hook, line and sinker.
"Eh…that's alright…just glad we cleared that up." I stammered, not believing the 'being ignorant' plan had worked, and on RAM aswell!
"Well, follow me." RAM moved his chair through to another room, and there, on a table in the middle, was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.
"Oh…my…God! It's a…a…ICG 2001, with…yep…with Pentium Processor, 98MB RAM drive, CD and DVD Rom 10 speed and…wow…is that…yes it is! ACGP Set, 64MB!" I squealed with delight, running over to the machine and touching the monitor. I looked at RAM, wondering how the hell he managed to get a machine like this, and saw that slimy grin plastered all over his face. "Shit, I did it again." I said, mentally kicking myself in the shin.
"Don't know much about computers, hmm?" RAM taunted.
A/N: In the first chapter the disclaimer reads 'I don't own anything/one mentioned in this fic 'cept myself and Alex Woohoo…' The character of my story is, in fact, Ashley not Alex. Sorry for the misunderstanding, I must've been somewhere else. Anywho, here's the second chapter of *dun dun dun* Change.
"Um…hey, can I help you?" I asked, once I'd found my voice, the mask- bearing Techno who had a grip of my shoulder. I had decided to play the ignorant. "Well, there's no need to be rude about it! Here I was, minding my own business, when you come and grab my shoulder for no reason!" I exclaimed haughtily, trying to loosen the grasp on my shoulder but only succeeding in making it painfully worse.
"I suggest…" The mysterious Techno didn't get to finish as a tall (compared to my standard, heck, everyone is tall compared to my standard) Techno with bleached hair and a camouflage-style jacket walked over to us.
"Is this the intruder?" He asked the Techno who had still not lessened his grip on my shoulder, not even noting my existence.
"Hello. Intruder with a name here. I prefer Ashley, thanks." I replied in my oh-so-smart-ass-way. Only when I saw the amused look cross the bleached Techno's face did I realise I'd made two mistakes. I'd just admitted I was in fact the intruder they were looking for and I'd given away my identity. "Shit." I muttered to myself, only widening the bleached Techno's grin.
"I'm Jay, and thanks for telling me that important information." He replied, in the same smart-ass tone I'd used earlier. Never before did I realise just how damn annoying it was and I'd never use it again.
"Huh? Oh yes. We have her captured. Oh really?" Jay spoke into his headpiece before looking me up and down. "She doesn't look…oh, no of course not. Yes, right away."
"Who was that? Ya army buddy?" I asked, breaking the vow of never using the smart-ass tone again.
"If you must know, it was RAM." He replied, throwing off my composure.
"What'd he want? Can I go yet?" I asked, trying to regain my composure.
"He wanted you. In fact, you are very valuable I am told." That familiar grin crept across his features again. Damn, he was so annoying!
"Valuable? What the fuck's that supposed to mean?" I asked, my immaturity and arrogance showing through.
"Something to do with computer files and before the virus, your skills." He explained, which surprised me as I imagined he would ignore the question.
"Oh." I commented, my smart-ass mouth not knowing what to do for once.
~*~
"Wow, this place sure does look different when I'm not looking from above or through a vent." I said, breaking the silence that we'd walked to Ebony's Palace in.
"I'm sure it does." Jay replied crisply, but I could see the beginnings of a smile etched at the corners of his mouth.
"So, where to from now? To the big, bad RAM? And, by the way, whats with the name? He must be obsessed with computers otherwise…hey! Watch the clothes!" I yelled to the Techno behind me, who was still holding my shoulder, but this time a little more harshly as I mentioned RAM's name.
"I suggest you be less callous and realise the situation here. You're…what (?)…15, 16 and…" Jay began.
"17 actually." I interrupted rudely.
"17? Right, well, your 17 and RAM knows things about you that you wouldn't be able to imagine. He knows things, and unless you start acting your age and lose the ignorance and attitude he's going to eat you alive. No." Jay raised his hand before I got chance to interrupt again. "I am not 'lecturing' you. I am just saying, for your sake." He added.
"I don't need help. I can handle this." I reassured myself, looking away from Jay's disapproving looks. I averted my eyes back to my surroundings. We were walking down a white corridor, a clinically white corridor. The name-less guard, who still gripped my shoulder, shoved me towards a dark wooden door. I looked at Jay and he opened the door, leaving the guard standing outside.
The room, like the corridor, was clinically white. RAM was in a corner, pulling on some rubber gloves. He waved his hand and two girls who looked extremely similar collected a cup and exited the room through a different door in which we entered.
"Ah, and this is Ashley I presume?" RAM directed his wheelchair towards me. I simply nodded. "I've read a lot about you. A lot about computers, which interests me greatly."
"Computers?" I asked, playing the dumb card once more, remembering to not screw it up.
"Yes. Is my information incorrect?" He asked, a huge grin spreading over his face.
"Uh huh. Sorry but I don't know anything about computers. I never really did understand technology." I shot back, mustering a smile that I hoped look genuine.
"Oh, my sincere apologies. I must've been mistaken. Follow me, I will show you the way out. I am deeply sorry for any inconvenience this may have caused." RAM seemed to have fallen for my trick hook, line and sinker.
"Eh…that's alright…just glad we cleared that up." I stammered, not believing the 'being ignorant' plan had worked, and on RAM aswell!
"Well, follow me." RAM moved his chair through to another room, and there, on a table in the middle, was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.
"Oh…my…God! It's a…a…ICG 2001, with…yep…with Pentium Processor, 98MB RAM drive, CD and DVD Rom 10 speed and…wow…is that…yes it is! ACGP Set, 64MB!" I squealed with delight, running over to the machine and touching the monitor. I looked at RAM, wondering how the hell he managed to get a machine like this, and saw that slimy grin plastered all over his face. "Shit, I did it again." I said, mentally kicking myself in the shin.
"Don't know much about computers, hmm?" RAM taunted.