Thanks for the review! As I said, if you don't like it, it's short, so, if you want to just wait for the true sequel to come out, you don't have to read this. All it does is follow up on Terry with a few references towards the sequel and the original. And really, really sorry about the non-update. Holiday and stuff delayed me.

Classes

FLASHBACK

The car ride was long, and there was a lot of rain. The windshield wipers occasionally flicked up and down to move the rain from side to side so that the driver could see. All Terry cared about was playing "The World" on one of CC Corp.'s advanced computers.

The brakes of the car squeaked loudly as the black car came to a stop in front of a large building. From the logo displayed every few feet, Terry could tell that it was the CC Corp. building. She was growing more and more anxious every second. She was almost in the building that had what was going to be the most fun thing that would happen to her. Or so it seemed.

"Terry?" asked the voice. "Are you coming?"

"Hm?" asked Terry, before realizing that she had to get out of the car. "Oh, it's time to play the game?"

"Yes," Varuchio said grinning evilly. Terry seemed not to notice. "Yes, it's time for the game to begin."

PRESENT

Terry sat on her soft bed, trying to focus on Steve and what he was saying. She had two strange memories of a man named Varuchio, the name that she hated for some reason, and she couldn't figure out his connection to her.

"Terry, I used to work for you uncle," Steve said. "He made me do some evil things. I even held a teenager at gunpoint." Terry gave a short gasp. "I didn't do it willingly. The kid wasn't even shot. He managed to turn the gun back on me. But I have a question I need to ask you, like I told you before."

"I'm not sure if I'll be able to answer it," she said.

"That's fine, just give it your best shot," Terry nodded. "A man named Varuchio developed a virus in the game. It corrupted the minds of the players and put them into comatose. They almost died. Varuchio wanted a way for his virus to spread throughout "The World", that's where he got the idea to use you as the main spreader of the virus."

Terry had a look of horror on her face. "What did he do to me?"

"He directly inserted the virus into your profile to make you spread the virus." Steve began. "But something went wrong. You couldn't remember anything, and couldn't be controlled."

FLASHBACK

She screamed, and was suddenly surrounded by a harsh blue light. The light encased her, and she began to forget. She forgot everything, her friends, who she was, and only one dark name was burned into her head.

PRESENT

"But one player defied Varuchio with his team of friends. Together, they destroyed the virus and used you in the game as the ultimate vaccine. Every player in a coma woke up at that time. The player didn't want to do what he had to do to you to stop the virus, but if he knew that you were an actual person, he probably never would've been able to do it," said Steve.

"What did he do?" asked Terry.

"He'd found a weapon that let him drain the virus with an ability. His name was Ryuoku,"

FLASHBACK

TWO MINUTES LEFT BEFORE VIRUS STORM. REPEAT. TWO-

"I'm ready," she said quietly. As Ryuoku was about to raise his axe and end the nightmare, the girl pulled him into a hard hug, and she didn't want to let go. Soft tears trickled down her cheek, and onto Ryuoku's shoulder. The girl pushed away, after a while, and waited let him use the ability.

She screamed in pain, but slowly faded away. Ryuoku watched her go, and saw her no longer.

PRESENT

Terry's held fell into her hands. She was remembering things. They made no sense though. Only one thing she remembered seemed important though. Who was Varuchio?

"Now, are you ready for your question?" asked Steve.

"Sure," Terry said faintly.

"When everyone woke up, their lives returned to normal. So why can't you remember anything?" Steve demanded. Terry lifted her head, and stared blankly at him.

"I," started Terry. "I…don't know."

"That's the thing! You can't remember!" Steve was starting to get mad.

"It's just that," Terry said, beginning to grow unsure of everything. How could she be sure these were memories? "I don't know!"

"You need to know!" Steve practically yelled at her.

"WHY?!" screamed Terry. "WHY IS THIS SO IMPORTANT?!"

"BECAUSE," yelled Steve. He stood up and glared at her. His glare slowly faded, and his face became filled with depression. "Because you only successfully infected one person, and they died. That person," He stopped, and Terry silently urged him to finish. "That person was my daughter."

Terry felt sick. Did she do this? Or did Varuchio, that evil man she was beginning to remember make her do this?

Brakes squealed outside as car pulled into the driveway.

"I should leave," said Steve as he turned his back to her room. "I'm sorry I went out of control like that. I just don't know if her consciousness is still alive in the game. Can you do me a favor?" Terry nodded. "Go to school tomorrow and try to learn as much as you can about a player who was called Belle."

Steve left her room, and walked down the stairs. He made a right through the kitchen, and left through the backdoor as Terry's parents walked in.


It was surprisingly easy, telling her parents that she wanted to go to school the next day. She brought it up while they were saying goodnight to her in her room. What was difficult was convincing them to let her go.

"Did you remember things?" was Dave's first reaction. Kate slapped him in the back of the head.

"What he means," Kate glared at Dave. "Is do you think you'd be alright?"

"Yes," Terry responded. That wasn't a lie. She was starting to remember her class schedule. She couldn't remember all of it. Fifth period was still a mystery to her. All she knew was that she hated it, and it involved an old man with a boring voice. "Please?"

"Are you sure you really want to go?" asked Kate, ready to whack Dave again if he said something stupid.

"Yeah," said Terry.

"Then we'll see how you feel in the morning. Goodnight," She flicked off Terry's light without saying anything else. Dave sighed, and left Terry's room. Terry slowly fell asleep, and ignored the cat clawing at something.


"Is that her?" asked a man with blue hair. He looked around sixteen.

"Yea," responded a purple haired girl around the same age.

"Who are you?" Terry asked the crowd staring at her.

The purple haired girl gasped. Was Terry talking freaky to them?

"Ryuoku," he announced, "And this is Cheetra, Sharie, Kenshi, Tsukazi, Subaru, and Da-!"

These people, these strange people, were trying to talk to her. Why? Was she important to them? Maybe if she started listening to their jabbering again, she might find out why they bothered to talk to her.

"The virus… even leaked out of his mouth in the real world!" cried Tsukazi.

Now that was interesting. "Virus." she said.

"What?" asked the boy claiming to be Ryuoku.

"The virus was created by a man named Varuchio Zespugo. He lives in Japan and works for CC Corp. I can't…remember anymore." It was true. She couldn't remember anything else. The blue haired kid looked like he was about to say something else, but the ground seemed to disappear. She was falling, and blacked out before too long.


Terry bolted up in bed. What a strange dream. She rubbed her head, and thought. Was that dream another memory? But why would people look like characters from a…

"Game," whispered Terry. She looked over at the old dusty computer in the corner of her room. They said she was playing 'The World' when she passed out. Maybe…

"Terry? Are you up?"

It was Kate, and it was time for school.

Her school uniform still fit and Terry wasn't complaining, so Kate had no reason to keep her home. She picked up Terry's brown backpack, and handed it to her.

"I packed your lunch," Kate began, "And made sure everything was still in working order."

"Thank you," responded Terry. She turned around and left through the open door before Kate could find another reason to keep her home.


Steve was driving down the main highway. He yawned, and his eyes closed. Images of his daughter immediately flooded into his head.

"Daddy?"

Her voice seemed to flood into his head.

"Daddy, no! Open your eyes!"

Steve's eyes burst open in time to see a long trail of traffic that he was about to ram at sixty miles an hour. He slammed on his brakes. The smell of burning rubber filled his nostrils as he prayed that he wouldn't hit the car that was only a few feet away.

Not gonna make it. This thought raced through his mind over and over again until it became a blur with everything else. He felt the car slow itself down, and thought that he would be safe.

His car did hit the one in front of him, but only a little bump. The worst that happened to him was a thorough yelling at from the guy in front of him. He looked down and realized that he wasn't wearing a seatbelt. If he didn't hit the brakes, that crash could've been fatal.

He hit the eject button on his CD player in the car. He stared at the strange CD that was glistening in his hands. He'd found it at work, and had been trying to find a CD player to play it for the last week.

"Master Varuchio will have his revenge!"

A strange voice came from behind his car. He slipped the CD in his pocket, and looked in his rearview mirror. A large black van was going to slam into him at about seventy miles an hour.

Steve struggled to open his car door, but saw that he had stopped too close to the guardrail to get much more then a little fresh air. His world went black as his car was destroyed. The last thing he remembered was the airbag deploying.


The walk to her school was a strange one. Terry wasn't alone in her walk, but she might as well have been. Everyone avoided her. Some kid even went as far as hoping fences to walk through people's yards.

"Terry!"

An absurdly happy voice filled the air, and a girl with long blonde hair came running down the road to catch up to Terry. She had on the usual school uniform, only she had a purple top instead of white. Because she was an honor student, she could get away with it.

"Terry," said the girl as she caught up to her. "I've heard some horrible things happened to you. Did you really forget everything?" She took Terry's blank look as a yes. "Do you remember who I am?"

Slowly, images went back into Terry's head that she'd forgotten; and the name had a face. "Claire?" she asked.

"Yes!" shouted the girl. Suddenly, it dawned on Terry why they'd been such good friends. Both were outcasts. One because of her brains, and the other because of her antisocialism; together they were best friends. What people didn't know about Claire was that she hated school as much as anyone else. And she didn't really value her smarts.

"Well, since I found you," started Claire. "Want to walk to school together?"

"Uh, sure." Terry said quickly. She still felt like this was the first time she really met the girl, but Claire might know her schedule. At least the classes she'd forgotten. Maybe she'd remember why she wasn't so happy about English.


The hallways were incredibly clean for a public school. Claire joked that the janitor must really take his job seriously. Terry and Claire had to part ways in the front hall because of how advanced Claire was. She had given Terry a copy of her old schedule that she had made herself, and said that she'd she her later.

"What's first," Terry muttered as she pulled out her schedule. "Algebra one with Ms. Tainer," Sighing, she put her schedule back in her bag, and began the walk down the hall.


In each of Terry's classes she'd asked at least one person of they knew an online player named Belle. Five periods past without anyone knowing who she was talking about. Terry sighed as she waited for Claire to get her lunch.

"What's the matter?" Claire choked through a bite of her sandwich.

"Huh?" Terry looked up to see Claire holding half a sandwich in her mouth as she organized her bag next to her. "Oh, it's nothing really." Claire stopped what she was doing and stared at Terry. She let her sandwich drop to her tray and pushed her glasses up on her nose.

"Don't give me that 'oh it's nothing' deal." scolded Claire. "I know you better than anyone in this school and I know that when you say that, you are lying." Claire sighed. "It's the one thing I wanted you not to remember." Terry stared blankly st Claire, and then decided that if Claire asked people too, then the odds would be higher of finding out information on Belle.

"Claire, do you know about a character named Belle who used to play 'The World'?" asked Terry.

"Hm," thought Claire. "Sounds familiar. Why?"

"Could you just do me a favor and as many people as you can about her?"

"Just tell me why!" argued Claire. Terry stared for a second. She didn't remember Claire being so quick to argue.

"Please?" asked Terry. "I'll tell you later."

"Fine," Claire said finally. She choked down another huge bite of her sandwich and smiled. "Sorry 'bout being all angry like that. I guess I didn't sleep well last night."

The bell echoed through the halls, and Terry left for English, according to her schedule.


To her surprise, Claire didn't part ways with her at all. She went with Terry to English. She soon found out why she'd hated this class so much. It was nice to be in a class with Claire, but the teacher talked in a dull voice that put everyone to sleep. Everyone, that is, except for Claire, who hastily took notes on everything he said.

No one they asked there could help them. Terry was beginning to get depressed that no one would know who she was talking about. Belle would remain a mystery to her for a while.


Terry was practically counting down the minutes until the bell to leave rang. She sighed, and looked out the window. She saw an ambulance flashing on the highway. It was probably nothing that mattered to her, but she still felt bad for the person being placed in the back of it.

Terry had no idea that Steve was the one in the ambulance as it drove off to the hospital for emergency care. He was in critical condition.

FLASHBACK

"This computer is awesome!" exclaimed Terry as Varuchio booted it up. That took about five seconds.

"Ready to play the game?" asked Varuchio.

"Yeah!" shouted Terry out of joy. She loved "The World", and she knew this was going to be awesome.

No sooner had she just logged in when a horrible voice whispered "Surprise," in her ear. Varuchio tapped a switch on the computer, and Terry screamed.

END

Again, sorry about the late update. Please review.