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Reunion
Terry stared out her cell. The hallways were disgustingly stained and cracked with remains of tattered cloths on the floor. Terry tore her gaze away and looked around her cell. There was a slab of stone hanging from the wall by chain link, a horrifying looking toilet in the corner, and rust and decay covering the warehouse-like ceiling. Oh so much more of a happy environment then the halls.
How did she get in this mess? How did she end up sitting in a jail cell waiting for those freaks to return to torture information out of her? Why was she the one who had even been put in that stupid game with the virus? She didn't ask for it! She didn't want it!
She sat down on the floor, hugging her knees, and dropped her head on her knees. Why did her uncle have to have been so psychotic? Was she going to die I this cell? Were her parents going to just forget about her the way Terry couldn't remember them?
Kate
"Oh no," Terry whispered. She left her actual mother upset and shocked when she'd left the house. Was she crying now? Thinking that her own daughter hated her? Would she grow to hate Terry?
"I can't be thinking about this," muttered Terry. "I have to get out of here,"
Terry stood up, and walked toward the entrance her cell. To the left of her bars was a plain wall with a large crack running down the middle. To her left was a long hallway with other cells.
Terry heard footsteps. She backed up a few paces, and then thought up a plan to escape, judging that they didn't take her to some room. Only a few seconds after Terry backed up again, a strange man walked up to her cell door holding a tray of food.
"Here ya go, ya little snot. Food to make sure you don't die 'till we want ya to," said the man. He fumbled with keys, and opened her cell door. Terry simply stared as he placed the tray on her bed. As soon as he turned around, she put her plan into action.
She walked as quietly as she could towards the tray, and dumped the food on her plate onto the tray. No big waste. They probably poisoned it anyway.
Just as the man was closing the door, she stood the plate on its side between the door and the wall. It stopped the door from closing all the way like she'd hoped, and the man was to busy muttering to himself to notice.
"Lousy no good…makin' me have ta feed this brat…" he muttered. He jammed a key in the lock and was happy with the clicking sound it made. He shoved the keys back in his pocket, and walked down the hall. Terry waited a few minutes before grinning broadly.
"Good thing there as stupid here as they were in the hospital," Terry whispered, and pulled open the cell door.
The man came around the corner and into view again muttering to himself. A boy in a prison cell grinned broadly.
"Hey, genius, is feedin' the prisoners all you could amount to?" jeered the teen.
"You'd best shut up if ya want to avoid a beaten!" growled the man. "I already fed the other brat and I was planning on goin to sleep."
"Just like a man of such genius as yourself to be sleeping on the job," said the teen, grinning at the man and holding onto the cell bars.
"You are dead now, ya little punk!" he whipped out his keys and unlocked the cell. He walked in, dropping the keys on the ground, and the boy pretended to be scared.
"No! Don't hit me!" pleaded the teen.
"To late, ya punk!" He walked towards the kid as he backed towards the cell wall. One swift movement of his fist, and the boy was on the floor with the wind knocked out of him. "Serves ya right, punk."
"No, serves you right for being stupid enough to come in here," muttered the boy. He rolled to his back and jumped on his feet. He ran towards the exit of the cell and closed it behind him before the man even knew what had happened. The food-man ran up to the bars and started to yell.
"Let me out of here right know, you little brat!" The boy rubbed his stomach.
"You know what?" he began. "I don't think I will. That punch hurt, believe it or not! Oh," he paused, and picked up the food-man's keys. "Mind if I borrow these? It shouldn't be too much to ask since you did, after all, kidnap me and stuff me in some cell, demanding information."
"You little…damn you!" growled the man.
"Oh yeah, before I leave," started the teen. "I noticed you stopped saying 'ya' instead of 'you'. Maybe next time you choose a 'tough guy' accent, try to remember to keep it up, okay?"
The teen walked down the hall as the man yelled at him. He had to grab that girl they dragged in here earlier before he could leave. Ryu wasn't the type that left innocent people in a cell to die.
Terry walked out if the prison cell, smiling to herself at her success.
I can't believe I pulled that off! Terry thought. I'm a genius! I'll give Claire a run for her money!
Don't get so cocky, growled another voice. That guard was an idiot. You need to keep focusing on the task at hand anyway.
Terry frowned, and looked over at her food piled on the tray. Her stomach growled, and she remembered that the last thing she ate was a bag of cheese puffs on the way home from school.
"Damn, I'm hungry," she muttered. "But I can't eat that mess. There's gotta be a vending machine or something up a couple of floors. Judging I can find one before I'm caught again."
"Talking to yourself isn't healthy," commented a voice coming down the hall. "And neither is being that negative."
"Crap," Terry whispered. Someone found her already? The footsteps grew closer, and a figure walked into the light.
The voice belonged to a teenager, around the age of fifteen. He was tall, and looked familiar, but Terry couldn't place him. He wore a navy blue t-shirt and a baggy pair of black jeans. A chain linked from one of his belt loops to an unseen wallet in his back pocket. Terry stared in surprise, and so did this kid standing in front of her.
"Terry?" asked the kid. "Is that you?"
"Do I… know you?" asked Terry. Now she was confused.
"You really are her," the boy smiled. "I know you wouldn't know what I look like. My profile was kind of different, and I haven't had a chance to spike my hair in this jail, but I'm honestly surprised you don't remember my voice.
Terry stared for a few minutes, and he eyes widened. "R-Ryuoku?"
"Mm-hm," started Ryu. "Only here," here motioned around. "I'm just plain Ryu."
Terry stared for a few minutes, and her eyes began to water. He was, after all, the one who had saved her life from that game.
FLASHBACK
FIVE MINUTES UNTIL VIRUS STORM. REPEAT. FIVE-
Terry listened to the voice, and then turned her attention towards Ryuoku. His blue hair sparkled in light from sweat. He was obviously nervous about what he had to do to save the earth.
Terry watched as Ryuoku observed his surroundings and found the capsule that had once been used to hold Tsukasa. Now it was Terry's turn to stand in the remains of it. Ryuoku helped Terry step into the capsule.
"Virus-," began Ryuoku.
"Wait!" Terry cried.
"What is it?" asked Ryuoku.
"What'll happen to me when this happens?" she asked.
THREE MINUTES LEFT BEFORE VIRUS STORM. REPEAT. THREE-
"I'm not sure," Ryuoku said. He looked like he was trying to stay calm, but he was clearly destroying himself inside. He didn't know whether or not Terry was a real person, and Terry knew he would have trouble telling her that she would just disappear forever.
TWO MINUTES LEFT BEFORE VIRUS STORM. REPEAT. TWO-
"I'm ready," Terry said quietly. As Ryuoku was about to raise his axe and end the nightmare, she 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. Reluctantly, she pushed Ryuoku away, and closed her eyes.
"Virus Drain!" shouted Ryuoku.
An extreme pain coursed through her body, and everything turned white. The last thing she saw was Ryuoku standing in front of the capsule.
PRESENT
"Ryu," Terry whispered. She ran towards him, and pulled him into a hug.
Terry let go after a few minutes, feeling embarrassed, and looked at her feet.
"I never got to thank you," Terry said.
"For what?" asked Ryu.
"You saved my life," Terry began. "I'd still be in that game if it hadn't been for you."
"Don't mention it," grinned Ryu.
"So," Terry started. "Is everyone alright?"
"Yeah,"
"Even Kenshi?"
"Yeah," Ryu started. "If you don't believe me you can ask him online." Terry looked surprised.
"You mean in… "The World"?"
"Why not? Now that we know you're okay, you can make a new profile, and we can all play the game again. Tsukazi and Dain can even hack the Japanese server from America and play with us." Terry smiled.
"I'd like that," she whispered. Then her eyes widened. "Why are you here?"
"You should know," Ryu began. "I was the one who stopped 'their master's' work. They wanted to know how I did it so that once they found that damn computer disc they're always talking about they can change the virus so that it can be immune to everything."
"Shouldn't we get out of here?"
"Yup, let's go," Ryu smiled at her, and led the way towards the exiting stairs.
END
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