Disclaimer: Sorry about the comedy portion. Just experimenting. Anyway, I still don't own Code Lyoko. But I'm working on it! Or not. I don't know. What I do know is that there will be no end to your suffering if you steal my character and/or ideas. It is SO bad that I don't even know what it is! But still, BEWARE!

Chapter 6: Escape

(Will awakes on a metal table)

(Will): Uggh…. Holy crap. Oh man, what a headache. Where am I?

(Man): (over loudspeaker) You are being tested, dear boy. This is a training room, where we will evaluate how far your abilities have progressed.

(Will): Abilities? What the hell are you talking about?

(Man): Do you have any memory of your past?

(Will): I ain't answering anything until I get an explanation! Who the hell are you guys?

(Man): I'll take that as a "no." Tell me, how did you get that scar?

(Will): What? My scar?

(Man): I'll take that as an "I don't know" answer. I bet you don't even know what you are.

(Will): What are you talking about? I'm a human being!

(Man): That, son, is wrong. You are a military project, owned and created by the United States government. You are a weapon.

(Will): What?

(Man): Did you ever wonder about that scar? How you got it, what caused it? How about your memory? Ever wonder why your life up until three years ago is blank? And your dreams, what they really mean?

(Will): How did you know that? Wait….that machine!

(Man): Yes, our memory transceiver. It unearthed your memory from three years ago. Would you like to see it?

(A screen drops down and the memory plays)

(Will): That…. but t-that's….

(Man): Impossible? No, quite the opposite. That boy, the thing killing all the scientists, that's you.

(Will): B-but, how?

(Man): Genetic tampering, circuitry and interface programs, nanotechnology… it's all very scientific and would bore you. But before we go on, I will explain one thing. You are going to be assaulted with various situations, many with live firing coming your way. So you best be prepared for the worst. Also, if you even think of escaping or hurting a scientist or myself, that control collar will give you quite a −heh− shocking reminder about who is "top dog".

(Will): Dude, that was just a terrible pun. Waaaay too clichéd.

(Man): Yes, well, think fast.

(Three robots pop out of the ground, all start firing rounds out of chain guns)

(Will): HOLY−!

(Will rolls off the table, it falls and he uses it as a shield)

(Man): Your lucky. But that titanium table will not hold forever.

(Will): What am I gonna do? Those robots will tear me to shreds! Okay, don't panic! Let's assess the situation shall we? I have three robots firing high caliber rounds in a training room, somewhere in Siberia for all I know. Great. Just great. At least it can't get any worse.

In the control area

(Man): Why is he not doing anything? Hmmp. Activate saws.

Training Room

'At least it can't get any worse than this' I thought. Ironically, it did. Three domes about the size and shape of footballs sprang out of a nearby hatch. Each deployed a sawblade, revved up and ready to rip.

(Will): Oh, sh-

(Robots rush Will)

(Will): Crapcrapcrapcrapcrap!

(Man): Deactivate.

That was when each of the robots stopped dead. Just dead.

(Man): Well child, since you don't respond to this stimuli, we shall have to try a different way.

Then my stomach turned to rot as armored guards came in and led me away. To where I had no idea.