The island had become swarmed with more poachers then normal, more than 17 could handle. But he never told Pan that. Even with his (fake) knowledge he'd win, Pan wanted to help. She was getting irritable, so she needed something to battle.

If he was being honest, 17 did want her help. He just didn't want to risk her freaking out again. It may not have seemed like it to strangers, but he did care about Pan. Especially after hearing the story she told him yesterday. The girls mind was filled with things a child her age should never experience. But she did, and she tried her hardest to not let it overwhelm her. He was a bit jealous, being honest.

Him and 18 were barely teens when they were kidnapped by Gero. Instead of immediately making them androids, he kept them hostage, trapped in his lab. It was probably years later that the bastard decided to go through with his plan. He chose what would become 18 first, forcing her brother to watch.

It was sickening. The silent screams he saw her making made it all worse. She couldn't move, and she knew her brother would be next.

"17?"

The android turned to Pan, who was watching him, noticeably confused. "What is it?" he asked. "You've been standing in the doorway for three minutes." she told him. "Oh."

He flew off, watching out for poachers or unauthorized vehicles. There was a loud explosion, and an extremely bright light from a few miles away. This wasn't normal. At best, the explosions by the poachers were a deep Orange, yellow maybe. Never pink. And never this bright.

Quickly flying towards the explosion site, he knew this wasn't poachers. The hole was too large to be from a tank, and if the multiple burning and burnt bodies were anything to go by, the victims had to be poachers.

Either there was an something with the ability to manipulate ki... or it was something far worse.

And he didn't want far worse.

Pan heard the explosion. It had nearly destroyed the cabin, making the walls shake violently. The windows had exploded, and the furniture fell over. "PAN! DANGER! DANGER! DANGER!" Giru cried. "Shut it, tin can!" Pan yelled, grabbing the small robot. The house stopped shaking for a minute, then the door opened, and 17 entered. "Did you see the explosion, 17?" Pan asked. "I heard it." he replied.

Something seemed off about him. Was he wearing the old Red Ribbon outfit when he left? Giru started twitching in her hands, and she could feel something wasn't right about 17. Then it hit her. "You're not 17..."

He smirked. He slowly began approaching her, backing her into a small corner. "I've been caught. No, I'm better. Your troublesome grandfather and my betraying sister may have defeated my Super form, but now they're in their world, and you're here. And no one can save you."

Hell-Fighter 17's eyes shone with evil and Pan was in utter fear. She hoped the real 17 would return to help her. She couldn't defeat this monster alone.

His hands wrapped around her neck, picking her up off her feet. Dropping Giru, Pan began to loose consciousness. The world was going black, and she couldn't breath.

She heard a voice, her consciousness too black to understand who it was. She was dropped, and she breathed deeply, taking in much needed air. Hell-Fighter 17 growled, looking at the front door, which was kicked in.

"I said let her go." Android 17 said, fists balled.