Ok. I changed something in this chap. My mom read it and said it needed something, so I changed that something. Read to find out what that 'something' is!!

HOWDY! I'm back with part two, readers! Disclaimer: Same as always, I no own!!

Now, may I direct you to Tomodachi Itsumo, a story I posted last night. That story is based in/after/during/off of my seventh book, 'The New Enemies'. It's a little preview of what is to happen. In your reviews for this one or that one, try to guess what happened for that 'near-death' experience. He has a wheelchair, Zuru comments something on it... At the beginning of the next chap, I'll say who's close and who's far off, but I won't tell you straight out.

Anyway--

Every Medabots character there ever was: On with the fic!!

That's my line!

Chapter IV Part II: Escape!

My throat burned with each cough. I felt…hot. My head hurt and my stomach ached. It was almost unbearable. Finally, I vomited. I sat there for a moment, gasping for breath. My vision faded closer to normal, yet not completely normal…I was slowly getting better! My body must've gotten the applesauce out! After a week of being sick, it's over that fast! Though I still felt the effects of it, I could tell the ever-so subtle difference. I could tell that, if I could, I'd be sweating. I was burning up. A small, weak smile crept up on me, and I lied back on my back. I yawned and fell asleep almost immediately. My systems were worn out!

I guess I woke up the next day. First thing I felt was my throbbing head, but then I noticed how well my systems were working. Well, at least compared to how they felt while I was sick. I took the chance to look around better. I noticed a strong, steel door to my right in one of the short ends of the dungeon. It had several locks. I guess whoever kidnapped me wanted to make sure I didn't get out.

How long had I been there? I guess I woke up the next day, but I don't know when I woke up the first time. A day—even a week—could have passed while I was unconscious. Who knocked me out? When was that? What if I've been here for weeks and don't know it? Zuru…Tyrelbeetle…Blakbeetle…everyone must think I'm dead! Or at lest they're worried sick! What if I am dead?! …Well, I think I'd know it if I was. But still…I could've been here a long time…

Then something caught my attention.

"Well, hello there! I see you've gotten a little better. I couldn't've timed my kidnapping better." I jerked to my left and saw a screen flicker to life in the wall opposite the door. It was Kam!

"Kam! What are you doing here? I mean…how do I see you? How do you see me?" I shouted back, hoping this was a two way connection. He giggled wholeheartedly…strange.

"I'm not there, Roks. That's one thing. You can make me laugh. No one can do that. But back to the point. I see you because of a camera above this screen. But I doubt you can see it yet." I looked above the screen and could faintly make out a camera on a small, metal pedestal.

"Yeah, yes…I can see it."

"Well, doesn't matter." I looked back to him. "I want you to see a little something. I hope this hurts…"

"That's nice." The screen faded to an image of Blakbeetle. A metal hand held hers. She was…she was crying? Why?!

"Blakbeetle! Beebe! What's wrong, girl?" I called out mindlessly.

"She can't hear you. Does it hurt?" Kam spoke up. I slumped to the ground, hopefully holding a hand out to my girl. I nodded.

"Yes…it does… Who made her cry?!" I demanded, clenching my hands into fists.

"My plant. KiloRoks-Two. He's playing you."

"How does that make her cry? Does she know he's not me?"

"No. She thinks he is you." The screen flipped back to Kam, with that haunting smile of his. "He's having her run a few errands I've been meaning to get done for me. They've gotten a lot done in the last four days you've been gone."

"In other words, you're forcing her to do your bidding without much force? Wait a minute, f-f-four days?!"

"Yes, and yes, I guess you could say that."

"Why?!"

"If Blakbeetle loses her trust in you, she'll have no choice but to come back to me."

"No. I won't let her come back to you, for her sake."

"Her sake? Is it bad to come back to me?"

"You're gonna' kill her for all it's worth!"

"My!" He…he actually seemed hurt. Genuinely hurt. He couldn't act that… "I'd never kill her! I--" He realized what was coming out of his mouth, and quickly regained his composure. "I--just wouldn't kill her, ok?"

I nodded. After that little show, even I could believe him. "Ok. I believe you." He seemed surprised now.

"Really?"

"Yes! Really!" He relaxed with a sigh and a real, non-haunting smile.

"Well, I'll leave the rest for you to figure out." With that, he clicked off. Still a little shaken by the 'four days' thing, I stared as my optics adjusted to the sudden darkness, and then looked up at the camera. As my eyes further adjusted, I looked up at the ceiling. Guess what? I saw that this dungeon is shaped like a loaf of bread! A kind of dome shaped ceiling and roof! Seeing a small, tightly shut slit in the ceiling, I looked a little harder.

"A storage unit…they use that to put stuff in here that can't fit through the door…" With that, a plan began to form in my mind.

I soon found myself standing in front of the screen, my eyes illuminating the immediate vicinity, one hand over my stomach, and staring up at the camera. I had to work up the courage to do this, or else I'd never get out. Something in me wanted to chat with Kam again, but I decided to ignore that and…GET OUT!

"This better work…" I uttered, before lifting my Cutlass in the air and firing it at the camera. Direct hit! My Cutlass tore right through the camera, and the shattered, sparking pieces fell to the ground around my feet. I rewound my knife-like weapon, aimed, and fired again, this time firing it at an angle to make it wrap around the metal pedestal tightly. I pulled on it to make sure it was strong, and rewound my Cutlass again, but this time using it to pull myself up to the pedestal. I carefully balanced myself on one blocky foot on the pedestal, which is smaller than my foot by about a half-inch, before manually unwrapping my cord connected to my Cutlass and rewinding it. Stupidly holding on to the flat wall as if that would help to stay on the small, too small, pedestal, I aimed my Cutlass carefully at the slice down the middle of the ceiling…and fired. The point hit at the wrong angle and bounced off, falling back down to the floor. I quickly started rewinding it before it yanked me down, or at least off balance, and my sudden turn to pull it in correctly in surprise caused the wall around the pedestal the chip, allowing the pedestal to lean. I leaned back to get my weight off the end of the pedestal as my Cutlass clicked back in place in the end of my right forearm. I re-aimed. I fired again. Time seemed to slow. The cord was in freefall…until my Cutlass's point slipped into the crack and I pulled the cord taut. I tugged it lightly like I did when I wrapped it around the pedestal, and for the same reasons, but then I froze. This was the deciding moment. If I pull myself up there, and my Cutlass comes loose, I'll hurt myself upon landing all the way back down on the floor. Injured on so many levels, I won't be able to escape. I'd be afraid of it happening again and not do the same thing. I might break something and be physically incapable of doing it. But most of all, my pride would be damaged. Getting so close, yet loosing in the end due to my own faults…? But what other chance of getting out of here do I have? I don't do this now, I know I never will.

I took a deep breath…and held it. That was dumb, but I was too nervous to breathe. Slowly, with a faint click I usually don't notice, I rewound my cord and Cutlass, pulling myself up. My feet slowly rose off the pedestal as it further chipped, and finally…broke off the wall and fell to the ground with a metallic clank. I breathed out and in again; relieved I wasn't on that when it happened. With a click to tell me it was locked, I stopped about five inches from the base of my Cutlass and spread my legs so my feet touched the sides of the curving ceiling to my left and right. I stretched, pressing my feet harder against the sides too hold myself up. Once I felt as secure as I could get, I gripped the base of my Cutlass and pulled it diagonally to my right, so the point on the other side of the ceiling/roof would point up and to my left, slowly spreading the crack apart. I felt the ceiling moving centimeter by centimeter under my feet and almost had to walk up the sides, though I felt myself slipping. I picked up the pace as much as I could, and finally released my Cutlass, rewinding it quickly as I gripped the edges of the crack and pushed it open. Slipping…I pushed my hands further up to get a better grip and continued pushing. Almost there…my palms and fingers started hurting from the continuous pressure, but I wouldn't give in now.

"Yes!" I hissed through my teeth once I got the crack wide enough to fit my horns and head through. I started pulling myself up and noticed the cool night breeze cooling me off. I was nearly overheating from that strain. "AH!" I suddenly exclaimed when my feet slipped, and I dropped back down in the unit a little, but thankfully I caught myself, my horns halfway through the crack and my legs dangling down. I panted in my sudden surprise, but continued pulling myself up. I didn't know I had such upper body strength…

Not too much longer later, my waist was through the crack. Too much further, and I'd loose my grip on the edges of the crack and it would close on me—squishing me! I focused, and, in one swift movement, pushed myself through the crack and landed, legs spread in a half-standing split and bracing myself up with my hands, wrists together, on top of the now suddenly closed roof. I stayed like that for a moment, breathing the cool night air in and out heavily, before forcing my weak-from-strain, still-mostly-ill body up. I stood, gaining what little balance I had. I took one hesitant step towards the edge, but slowly started walking faster; almost in a jog by the time I stopped at the edge and looked down. A long way down…it almost made me sick again. I pulled back, gasping. I closed my eyes and calmed myself before taking a look around.

I was definitely outside. In front of me, I saw a slanted roof of a five story mansion, a nice one at that. To my left and right, more roofing, flat farther back but slanting up to the next floor as it neared the front of the mansion. Behind me, trees, like a forest. By the slant of the land I could tell we were on the side of a mountain, the land dug out into flat land for the mansion to rest. This place seemed familiar, but I wasn't interested in identifying it just yet. I had one objective in my mind.

Save Blakbeetle.

I jumped from the roof of the storage unit/dungeon to the roof of the mansion and explored for a moment until I found the roof stairs leading down into the first floor of the mansion. I opened the tin door quietly and stepped down in, closing the door behind me just as quietly. Blackness. The stairway was dark, and my red eyes shined like two red candles in the void of the cloudy night. I felt alone. Like I was the only being in this world. So dark…I took this time to make a vow to myself aloud—a vow to my girl.

"I'm coming for you, Beebe."

Ooohh...mah hero! Can he do it? What's Blakbeetle doing? How will they ever be together again?

Next chap from Blakbeetle's POV, and I think its name will be: Attack at the Tenryou's, or Inner Strength. I'm not done with it yet, so...it's ok if I don't know for sure.

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Phantom Kensai: Domo arigatou! I am working on #1, but #2...no. Sorry, but I have a fic on that one later in my series, numero...ten! I'm taking Japanese, not spanish...soo...juu! I hope to have that one up soon, though.

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