(A thanks to everyone who reviewed. Um… a side note: Unfortunately, all the chapters have already been written… and uploaded. Save this one. I forgot this one for some stupid reason…So I'll try to make it longer…:) )
"Rock!" Roll exclaimed, as Rock opened his eyes, staring at everyone. (Except Dr. Light, who had gone back to building his new Robot, experimenting with the programming, building a capsule…)
"Roll…" Rockman asked, staring at a blurry image for a while. Rush was on his lap, and Beat on his shoulder. "What…Where am I?"
"You're in the lab. We found you on the front door. There was a note, but we can't open it, and your braclet'shavecomeoffandIwas so worried!" She hugged him. Rock did the same, and Rush barked at the humanoid robots for squishing him. Rock laughed. It was good to be home. "What was that last part?" he asked.
"Your bracelet's have come off!" Roll cried happily. Emotional overload, Rock heard through her arms. Emotional overload….
"Forte…" he said, remembering the kiss. "He must have brought me back."
"What?" A voice exclaimed. Rock turned to see Auto, who raced in through the door. "Who does this crazy fool take me for? Forte is your worst enemy!" Auto hugged Rock, and Rush jumped and moved into a corner, followed by Beat. Tango was the other animal robot; it had been "lost" several years ago from all the bouncing around. Occasionally, it came back to the lab as a spike ball who stayed .7 seconds.
"No…Seriously…he captured me…and he wanted to fight…but I wouldn't." Rock decided to skip on the kiss. "So he knocked me out and must have brought me back here."
"That's unusual," Roll said, giving a worried glance at Auto. "Well, anyway, are you tired? Do you want to sleep?" She motioned for Auto to stand guard behind the door.
Rock nodded, and Roll got up with Auto and left him alone. A white Eddie talked to him, but nothing was understandable. Rock laughed. "Thanks, Eddie." Eddie also left, following Roll and Auto.
Rock entered his room, surprised to see the bracelets and the note. He looked at his cozy room, and opened the note. "Dear Rock," he read. "Today I let you go. I've decided that I can't have you running around anymore, but I don't think you will anyway. So I'm a hypocrite. Get used to it. By the way, that kiss? That was Gospel. Not me. Him. Not me, got it? He's whining and howling some storm. Have fun."
Rock sat on the bed. His fingers traced the kiss. It wasn't Gospel, he realized. Forte stopped fighting it and gave in. "Forte…"
He buried his hands in his pillow and cried. Roll must have replaced the fluid. Maybe he shouldn't have left for the stupid tears…
Forte kicked Gospel for the twentieth time. "You stupid Wolf!" he yelled. "How could you do that?!?"
Gospel ran under the bed. Forte knocked over the chunks of wood holding it up, trapping Gospel under it. He jumped onto the bed, hearing Gospel teleport away. He watched the blood trickle down to the drain in the middle of the room. Both his and Gospel's, but mostly the wolf's.
"Damn it!" he said. "I'm not…" He paused, realizing how much that kiss really meant to him. Not the forced one that Gospel had "infulenced", the second one he had given Rock. The one he
gave to Rock as he filled the stupid tear-tank, deposited Rock on the front steps, as he it gave to Rock not caring about the alarms blaring or Roll firing her arm-cannon or Auto using his cannon. He was lost in that stupid Biroid forever now, trapped. Trapped inside those blue, curious eyes… he was trapped there, in those eyes he had feared for that very reason!
"Damn it…" He looked at the poster, picking up a crayon. It was white.
Now, now… My little Forte…let's not draw. You failed. You were given time.
Forte backed away slowly, but there was no where to go. "You can't control me," he whispered. He watched as the knife unhooked its own case, floating. He was going insane, and it scared him. Rock…
The knife glowed as it spoke, floating itself closer to him. "I can. You lost our deal, even as it shifted. I win. You are mine now." It placed itself on Forte's throat. "You are completely mine. Maybe I'll make that Rock mine as well. You'd like company, wouldn't you?"
Forte was struggling to get through the wall. The knife slowly moved upward towards his hair, stroking it. "Mine."
"No…" Forte whispered, the knife plunging itself into his arm. "No!!!"
The door opened, but Forte didn't see who it was. The knife was gone, but his arm still throbbed. The figure quietly placed Forte asleep and then carried him through the hallways. "There there, Forte. We can have all the fun in the world with Rock later on."
Gospel growled behind the figure. He handed a note. "You're too weak to take me on, Gospel, but here are my coordinates. Go get Rockman to play with us. It'll be the best time of his life." The figure laughed as Gospel teleported away.