Spyro: A.C.I.D. Reign

Chapter 4: Random Singing and Revelations

Oh, you're still reading this? Thanks. Okay, this chapter explains a lot about Zoloe's a.k.a. Crush's life. It seems a little sad to me; I was thinking about her back story for a couple of days to come up with a good one, so that's why it took so long to update. Especially when I spaced out during dinner and my mom told me to pass the freakin' tomato sauce abut ten million times. That's how deep into fanfictions I can get. Plus, I've had this terrible snotty cold for the past three days, and with the cold came writer's block. {snorts} eh……XX

Phaydees: C'mon guys! Let's cheer up Snotty Shorts over there!

Zola: Oh, oh oh! Is this the part where Zoloe and I skip onto the set singing the opening sequence to "Laverne and Shirley"? Schlemiel, schlimazel…

Zoloe: We're gonna do it our way, yes our way! Make all our dreams come true….

{Sighs} R&R please!


Meanwhile, back at the Professor's Lab, Spyro, Sparx, Aqua Monkey, Mica and Melvin were waiting for Bea to create a portal to Ripto's realm. The oddball group was explaining to Spyro and Sparx everything about A.C.I.D that they knew, and stuck bits and pieces of the back story of their homeland. While all this was going on, Bea sang a song that she made up as she went along, mostly made of Old Fay swearwords.

"So you're saying that there never really was a 'Crush' and it's just this Zoloe character?" Sparx

asked.

"Uh huh," Mica said, "she's not as stupid as she looks, kind of like you, Mel."

"Hey!"

"And she's always worked for Phaydees, even though she was in suspended animation for that long? Wow," Spyro marveled.

"Hey, guys! The portal's almost finished!" Bea ceased to sing her profane song and proudly announced her news to her company.

"Well, that's good," Aqua Monkey said as he got up and stretched. "I hate all this waiting around while people are in peril, not to mention all the other Dragons."

"I still don't believe that Phaydees magic is that strong to freeze all those Dragons," Spyro

thought worriedly about the occupants of his homeland. "Wait a minute?? If you said that this spell effected the Dragon Realms and all the realms touching it, then how did I escape the spell? And what about you guys? How do I know you're not in league with her?" he yelled

threateningly.

"This guy catches on really quickly," Melvin muttered to himself.

"Well two things. First: you were so small you escaped the spell, just like how you escaped Gnasty's crystallization spell. Second: Our home realm Philamon, isn't directly linked to the Dragon Realms. Bea had to create another portal to get here when we heard that there was trouble. Why they don't just connect all the damn portals is beyond me," Mica rolled her eyes and looked heavenward.

"Okay, guys just step thought that barrier and I'll power up the portal with my magic," Bea said.

The portal unlike anything Spyro had ever seen before. It looked like a portal you'd find anywhere else, white marble inscribed with ancient runes. But there was something much different about the portal. For one thing, there were large purple satellite dishes on the very top that uttered an occasional bleeping noise and a number of odd-looking antennas. "Do all the portals look like this where you're from?"

"Nope, this one looks so weird because I'm using my magic to power it. That's why those satellite dishes are there to intercept my magic," Bea said. "Now you guys just walk through, and I'll follow once I got this portal powered up. Move it, bucko!" She shoved the rest of the group though the portal.

"Are you gonna be okay, Bea?" Spyro asked.

"Don't worry about me, man. I'll be fine!" Bea said with a wave as her friends walked through and waited under the portal.

Once her friends were safely there, Bea sighed peacefully. Magic really wasn't her bag; she was more of a mix of science and magic, something that generally wasn't accepted in Philamon, unlike the Dragon Realms. But they made an exception for her because she was working in the Aqua Armada. It was either that or get run out of town by an angry, pitchfork-wielding mob. (No references to Panthergirl's story)

She really needed to concentrate. Forcing all her magic to the tips of her stick-like fingers, she muttered a spell. Blinding lasers of blue pulsating light shot out of her hands and into the satellite dish. Evil-looking green and deep purple mist swirled in the empty space in the as her friends disappeared. Keeping her eye on the dish to make sure it didn't falter, Bea stepped through the portal after her friends.


They didn't end up in Ripto's realm. They appeared to be in some underground dungeon with dirt walls and dirt floors. As far as Spyro could see, there was no entrance and no exit, except for the portal swirling with dark shadows. Sharp spikes as long and as pointy as javelin poles stuck out from the walls threateningly, encrusted with dried blood.

I don't get it, Spyro thought, we were supposed to be in Ripto's realm…

"You again??" a loud female voice screeched.

He quickly turned around and the others followed suit, except for Melvin, who was still facing the opposite wall ("I don't get it. Who's talking? Oh, I get it now!")

Zoloe stood before Spyro and his friends. She was more hideous than the description they gave him. She leaned one hand on her axe, which was glowing with dark energy.

"Well, well well. If it ain't the great Spyro again," Zoloe said sarcastically.

"You're a lot uglier in goat form," Sparx spat.

"Let's kick her butt, guys!" Aqua Monkey proclaimed triumphantly as his hands started to glow with white light.

"Oh no you don't, Mr. So-Called Omnipotent!" Mica yanked him back by his tail. "We have to let Spyro and Sparx fight their own fight."

"Awwwwwwwwwwwww," the three others sighed. Reluctantly, they stood back near the wall, but not close enough to get impaled by the spikes.

Spyro and Zoloe stared each other down, as if locked in secret combat within the confines of their minds. Smoke trailed out of Spyro's nostrils angrily. All of a sudden, with a loud screechy battle cry, Zoloe sprang into the air, waving the axe high above her hideous horned head. Spyro was just about to let out a burst of flame right into her face when Mica jumped between the two enemies.

"WAIT! Let's chitchat, Zoloe. Girl stuff," she said meekly.

Zoloe, was frozen in mid-air like a cartoon spoofing of "The Matrix". She dropped down, with an interested look on her face.

"Okay," she said with a smirk

"Mica Chase Corbin, what are you doing?" Aqua Monkey whispered harshly.

"Trust me, I know what I'm doing," Mica said reassuringly.

Mica walked Zoloe over to a far corner so the two could talk in privacy. The rest were unable to hear what they were saying, no matter how much they strained their ears.

"So, Zoloe. Tell me, why did you decide to work for Phaydees in the first place?" Mica asked calmly and sincerely.

"Well, I thought I could find a better life under someone powerful. Maybe I would I get some respect finally after my whole life," that's when it all came out. Zoloe wept thick, black mascara tears that steamed down her face and plopped onto the dirt. She leaned on Mica for support, who offered a comforting shoulder to lean upon.

"I've always had such a hard life," Zoloe spoke between giant sobs. She told Mica everything: how her mother was a Fay prostitute and was outcast during her childhood because she was deemed "unclean". When she got older, she joined A.C.I.D. in hopes of a better life like so many others had. Although going to the dreaded school was free to all those willing to succumb to a life of evil, she had to pay for room and board by working in a café in Metropolis, earning extra tips by dropping things purposely so when she bent over at a guy's table he'd give an extra tip because he checked out her nice ass. "I hated putting myself to such shame," she sobbed. 'I never had someone else to talk to about this; Ripto and Gulp could never understand. It's a guy thing. And Zola's just too stupid…" She recalled upon how she had mad fun of other students, for she had a small clique of friends. She even brought up how her and her friends had always mad fun of Ripto, which might have just helped him to become the bitter, evil creature he was today. She regretted that when Ripto had made his uprising among the school and wreaked his horrible vengeance upon every soul that had made fun of him, and the others that hardly even knew he existed.

"That's when I transmogrified myself. I'd rather live transmogrified, waiting for Phaydees to return than die," Zoloe admitted.

Mica felt horrible. Her stomach didn't feel very good, like she was getting food poisoning and had menstrual cramps at the same time. All those horrible, nasty things they said about everyone in A.C.I.D., but Zoloe was actually a good person inside, just turned mean and cold by the cruel hand life had dealt her.

"Well, Zoloe, why don't you turn away from all that and join us on the good side. Everyone will me more than happy to have you here, even Aqua Monkey. I mean it," she outstretch a helping hand to the oppressed goat.

Zoloe wiped her nose. "That's okay, Mica. You know what, you're okay. You genuinely care about people. But unfortunately for you, being evil is much too fun!" All of a sudden, the once sappy goat lashed out and slashed Mica's shoulder. She winced as her shirt ripped and blood trickled down her arm. Struggling to her feet, Mica ran off to her friends as Zoloe continued to attempt to slash Mica's back ad snap her spine.

"So I see your little 'Girl Talk' didn't go so well," Aqua Monkey said as he tended to her shoulder.

"I thought you said you knew what your were doing," Melvin said.

"Okay, so my attempt to thwart impending death for a friend didn't work. Bite me," Mica replied as she delicately pushed her torn sleeve back up her shoulder.

Everyone watch as the bloody battle before them unfolded. Zoloe, although accustomed to using a club, was very skilled with an axe like an overly-macabre executioner. Spyro thought she had him more than a couple of times, slashing his forearms more than a teenage angst fic. Spyro was trying his best to keep up with the horned harlot, scorching her face and body with constant atttacks of his flame breath. He rammed her in her exposed stomach; two dots of blood appeared where he aimed his horns.

"And this," Zoloe grunted as she raised her axe and brought it down, "is for kicking my butt at Avalar. And this is for- Yes! I finally have you where I want you." Zoloe had caught Spyro by one of the ridges on his back. The axe stuck right through it, and was imbedded in the ground. Spyro could thrash desperately like a fish out of water, but the disabled Dragon couldn't escape. He cringed. Zoloe walked toward him with a maniac gleam in her eyes, hands poised in a strangling motion. Spyro looked so vulnerable, slowly bleeding, but not uttering a sound.

Zoloe smiled wickedly. "And thus ends this chapter of Spyro the Dragon's pitiful life. I hope you enjoy death, Spyro, 'cause it's the only adventure you have left." Her sharp claws, gleaming by torchlight, were about to dig into Spyro's scaly neck.

"Think again, bucko," said Spyro, mimicking the goat's odd accent. Suddenly, Spyro broke free and he jumped into the air triumphantly. Although the spike where the axe had struck and several others were sliced to ribbons and bleeding heavily, he was still ready to fight Zoloe to the death. He aimed his flame and made a direct hit: where it hurts. Zoloe gasped and fell on her rear to the ground. Spyro inhaled heavily, ready to breathe out a fatal burst of fire and brimstone when Mica suddenly jumped between the two enemies again.

"Spyro, please. Don't kill her. She's had a hard enough life without dying an dishonorable death. Let's just go. You wouldn't understand," Mica pleaded with as tears streamed out of her eyes.

"C'mon." Spyro said. He didn't want to leave Zoloe there, but hey. Mica never said she had to help her. Without a second glance, he walked toward his friends and jumped through the portal.


"What was the deal, Mica? I had her there, and you told me to stop!" Spyro said.

"She doesn't deserve to die. She's had such a hard life," and Mica told them everything Zoloe had told her.

"Jeez," Melvin said. "all those years in A.C.I.D. and I never knew…"

"YOU WENT TO A.C.I.D.??" everyone exclaimed.

"Uh huh…" Melvin said sheepishly. "I thought you knew…" he bit his bottom lip anxiously.

"Oh God, Phaydees is gonna shit herself when she finds out that we almost killed Zoloe," Aqua Monkey said nervously.

"Thanks reinforcing that thought, Aqua Monkey." Bea said with a sigh.


Ripto: Is it too late to make you feel better? [sighs] [singing] DEAR AMBELLINA, THE PRISE WISHES YOU TO WATCH OVER MEEEEEEE! I FOUGHT THE DECISIONS THAT CALL AND LOST……

Me: ACK! Ripto Claudio Sanchez-afied! [hugs him]

So was this chapter good? Review and tell me, before I have to put up with anymore of Zola and Zoloe's singing!