Internal Issues

Chapter 3: Chipped


Malik had run off one day shortly after Battle City. He didn't know why, or where. He just ran. Hd fun running. Feeling the wind on his skin, through his hair.

Something would catch his eyes, and he'd run after it. A dog. A truck. A bird. He found himself in a park somewhere. Completely lost. Completely sans Rishid.

...This could be bad.

He decided to amuse himself in the meantime by setting up everything he needed to survive.

He was halfway through building a shelter out of fallen branches when Rishid showed up.

"Master Malik." was all he said.

"Oh! Rishid!" Malik exclaimed. "How did you find me?"

Rishid reached into his cloak and pulled out... a GPS?

"You have a GPS?" Malik asked, amazed. Rishid seemed so... traditional. Behind the times.

Rishid nodded. "I also have this." He pulled out an MP3 player. "This." A cell phone. "And this." He pulled his cloak around and tugged out a laptop. A bloody, laptop, for Ra's sake. Malik's world had just turned upside down.

"You have all that hidden in your cloak and I didn't even know?"

Rishid blinked at him. "Well, you never asked, Master Malik."

"Wait." Something had just occurred to him. "How do you get a GPS to find me?"

"A chip."

"A chip!"

"A microchip."

"As in a Ra-damned piece of machinery inside me!"

"Well, yes." Rishid said uncomfortably.

"There's something inside me!" Malik demanded. His yami, still close to the surface after having been sentenced to stay dormant unless woken, stirred.

There's lots of things inside you. he said.

Huh? What?

Like kidneys, for example. And intestines. And other strange organs that are really unnecessary.

Malik's eyes widened at the idea. He didn't like this at all. Unnatural things should be out of his body. Unnecessary things should be out of his body. Now the question was; how to get them out?

And of course the simplest answer was: Cut yourself open and take them out.

Things went downhill from there.