All Lost By Adam Laurent

A/N: This is just another 'Megabyte in the web' fic. I'm not sure if the quotes are exact, but you guys get the picture.

Megabyte stared into to dark reaches of the web. He had lost everything. Mainframe. The Net. His power. All because of the fact that Enzo Matrix survived, and Mouse had been in the Principal Office. He should have just deleted the Gaurdian when he had the chance. He shouldn't have assumed that Bob wouldn't survive the web. He shouldn't have been so complacent. Thinking he'd won. But he hadn't. In fact, he hadn't turned defeat into anything remotely resembling victory. No. This time, he'd had no sector to retreat to. No unfortunate viral binome to take out his aggression on. No Silicon Tor where he'd be safe to wait and plan. This time, he had really, truely lost.

"One last double-cross, sugah?"

Indeed. It had been one last double-cross. Megabyte wasn't sure exactly where his mistake had been involving Mouse, but it had most likely been when he brought her to Mainframe in the first place.

"Rule number one: No one double-crosses The Mouse."

"Rule Number one: I will double-cross whomever I please."

That was probably his first mistake.

'Not long now.' He thought. He waited for the throes of degredation to overtake him. He admitted to himself, it was painful. The forces of the Web were slowly going to start eating away at him.

But then, there was the power.

Energy surged through his body. He felt as though he could overtake the entire web now. But domination would wait. Now, he had to plan. He latched on to a conveinient passing asteroid, and retreated into a cave. This could prove to be a blessing. Perhaps there was a way to come out on top after all. For now, he would sit, and wait. Mainframe would be tearing itself apart by now, but he had a feeling that this defeat would not be his last encounter with Bob, and all of his wretched friends. Soon, very soon, he could get his revenge. On the boy. On Mouse. On all of them...

The End

Author's Note: This was from a plot bunny I had on New Year 2003. I had had just a smidge too much champaigne. The moral of this story: Drunken plot bunnies cause for nasty dispositions, and severe diarhea.