Destiny Of The Descendants
Disclaimer: See previous chappies.
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Tyson's eyes widened and blinked. The boy paused - blinked again.
Tubes - huge things, at least 10 times his size! They glowed green with a mysterious aura.
And... they were...
empty.
All of them... were empty.
Tyson's eyes wandered to the door at the other end of the room. There was a door that led to a separate chamber, and an ethereal blue light was emitted from the crack under the door, and peeked out from little holes.
He gulped, and willed himself to walk across the rigid stone floor. The teenage boy felt like each foot-fall echoed for miles.
Tyson's hand reached for the doorknob, his sweaty palm landing on the cold metal as if nobody has ever touched it... or at least nobody human.
This is stupid, Tyson thought as he saw the rusty Maltese keyhole. No one would just leave a door unlocked like this...
He shuddered. This isn't Russia, he told himself, trying to stay calm. The heat is blasting in here!
Gently, Tyson turned the doorknob. It gave way. Wide-eyed, he peeked inside...
He gasped in horror - loudly.
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"Right ... right ... LEFT! No, right! Left is right! Your OTHER right! Left ... left - no, right! ... DUCK!" The boy was panicking despite the efforts of his friend nearby.
"Um ... why is this thing a maze again?" Spoken-of friend asked, confused.
Dizzi ducked another flying object and muttered, "Sick sense of humour."
"So ... wait, explain it to me again, Chief?" Ray brushed an annoying strand of hair out of his eyes impatiently.
"This computer system is designed like a virtual reality to protect it from intruders, like us, from breaching their security."
"But you've hacked before, Chief," Ray muttered.
"Excuse me, I prefer the term 'bypassed ... er ... certain security measures ...' And besides, I've never seen anything like this! Ahh! DUCK! I think I should switch to manual ..."
The panicked brown-haired boy typed something quickly, then starting rapidly hitting keys, and Ray watched as the computer image of Dizzi skillfully dodged the objects and avoided the large beetles ("I'm sure each one is a independent virus," Chief managed to say above the clattering of the keyboard.), maneuvering through passage after passage.
In fact, if Ray hadn't known any better, he would have thought the whole thing was a game they were playing to pass the time.
But there was nothing playful about this game - this one was deadly.
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"Bit-beast ... telepathy power ... ? What the heck? ... oh my god ..." At the top of the document, under the bold title, was TEST SUBJECT: SORA TSUKI.
Ozuma tried to calm down and started picking out a few words. "Rare ... special ... inherited ... powerful ..."
He paused, and read aloud, "The best example of bit-beast telepathy exists in the Tsuki family, from which this mysterious power originated. It is said that the family bit-beast, Fang, then gave a small amount of it's power equally to the four sacred bit-beasts: Dranzer, the red phoenix of fire; Driger, the white tiger of earth; Dragoon, the blue dragon of wind; and Draciel, the purple turtle of water. However, although these bit-beasts and their current masters will possess this ability, it fades with each generation, to be re-awakened every century with, according to legend, a greater power than Fang itself. Yet, Fang will always be the truest example of this force, for within the black wolf lies the pure essence of connection between bit-beasts, their masters, and great power. Even in these modern times, as recent bit-beasts display weak signs of this power (as all bit-beasts are descended from the four sacred bit-beasts), the Tsuki family is careful never to let the true power slip into the wrong hands."
There was brief, cold clapping, and Ozuma spun. "Beautifully read ... Ozuma, isn't it?" Ozuma glared. "Yes, it is. But I'm afraid now that you know our little secret, we can't let you leave."
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"Stop it!"
*CLASH* *CLASH* *CLASH*
Joseph watched in grief as his beyblade was thoughtfully being smashed to pieces, his dear bit-beast being tortured, howling in agony.
"STOP IT!"
"As you wish ... all you have to do is tell me how many of you there are."
"It's a higher number than you can count," Joseph spat. He gritted his teeth.
"Fiery, aren't we? No matter ..." A hand waved briefly. "Your bit-beast won't die so quickly."
Joseph cursed. He had no idea how he - and his bit-beast - were going to get out of this alive. For a moment, the bit-beast and master's eyes met, and Joseph gulped, closed his eyes for a second and turned away from the brutal show.
"Joseph ... Don't you care about your dear bit-beast?"
Wordlessly, the boy sat down, his back to the evil "boss" and "henchman" (*A/N man, I play waaaaay too many RPGs).
Shocked, the scientists looked to their boss for instructions. Spoken-of boss was taken off-guard, but quickly composed himself. "Continue."
"But boss, the kid doesn't even care!"
He glared. "Continue."
"Yes, sir."
But it didn't matter - Joseph had found hope.
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Cold ... icy cold ... A flame was lit, small, but ... a sense of warmth ... a feeling of hope ...
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... R+R ...? Um, please don't ask about the last section... *blinks* I don't get it. *random background person: "Well, you should!"* What do I look like, the author?! *rolls eyes* ...... Oh ... right ...