Disclaimer: I don't own bloody Megaman! Now leave me alone or I'll swipe you with Gate's fucking huge beam saber! (Is pissed)
WELL! The fact that my dad didn't my beautiful corrupted fics, I'm going to have to REMEMBER everything I had planned, AND RECALL everything I wrote for this chapter! KNowing me, that will not happen, so here's a new attempt at the chapter --;
Sorry, but my parents keep fighting. JUST GET A DIVORCE ALREADY!
I'm sick and tired of it. I just want to go away. So now I write.
And come up for a good excuse for the bomb XD! Oh man! I'm screwed! Let's see what i can do on a dime!
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"Hurry the fuck up kid! This isn't good!" Bass shouted hoarsly at the now terrified teenager, who despite his skills began to thumble with the plug-in cords.
"S-stop it! You're making me nervous!" Axl retorted.
Agast, Bass' eyes widened in rage. "Nervous? Nervous! I don't plan to get killed for some stinking data. To hell with it! You're on your own!" Solidifying his statement, he trotted out of the room and past the door.
Axl couldn't believe it. Not only did he need help getting around this place, but now at the most critical time he had just been ditched! The nerve! He growled mentally. Glancing at the beeping light, sweat began to form on his brow. The bomb sat there, comfortably between the opposite wall and the remains of main computers. It blinked away steadily, as if happy to be watching the moment. Axl gasped. The stress was getting to him. X was being more than difficult. Dynamo couldn't wait for the moment to screw him. Zero was aloof. He had no friends. He'd just been ditched.
It all welled up in him. His hands began to twitch and slowly shake. His breathing became more elaborate. Grinding his jaw he tried to keep a hold on. A hold on his emotions; everything that was happening to him. But soon he fell. Collapsing to the floor, knee first, he bent over, slamming his fists against the metal tiles.
"WHY? WHY WON'T ANYBODY TALK TO ME? BE MY FRIEND?" He choked out between sobs. "IT'S NOT FAIR! WHAT DID I DO? WHY DOES EVERYONE LEAVE ME?"
There was quiet, and then more shouting.
"RED! I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME! I THOUGHT YOU SAID I WAS LIKE A SON! THEN WHY! WHY RED! WHY!"
There was quiet, and then a whisper.
"...Why does everyone hate me?..."
The bomb clicked away, as if to be assisting the moment. Looking up, Axl's tear-welled eyes could hardly see the red blare. Suddenly something hardened in him. No... I won't die yet. They'd all laugh. I won't give them something to laugh about!
Slowly he lifted his arm to wipe his eyes. Removing the sweat drenched hair from his forehead and tucking it under his helmet, he bowed his head as he got to his feet. This time no one, and no thing was going get the better of him; he was going to get them.
He was a bomb specialist; a rogue technician. He had worked in the toughest times in Red Alert. Hell, nothing could stop him when he put his mind to it.
Thinking straight, he decided a course of action.
If the bomb went off, not only would this room suffer, but it's structure as well.
If the structure fell, then maybe other rooms would also. Therefore, the whole complex could come down. That wasn't good, nor would it be beneficial to the others.
Disabling the bomb came first before data collecting.
Unplugging himself from the terminal, he allowed the wires to snake back in. Trudging over to the blinking contraption, he opened his right hand compartment, just over his wrist. Digging in he found his small pair of steel-cutting scissors and changed his vision to thermal. He was going to find that stinking wire if it was the last thing he was going to do.
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(Back to singing Mavericks. WTH?)
"Bzzz... com...in..HUNTERS!"
Zero stared down at his wrist communicator. "Did it just speak?"
Dynamo stared as well. "I guess so."
"Are you there?" Came the response.
"Gate?"
A happy reply came from the question. "Yes! You can hear me!"
"Um yeah.." Zero added scratching his head. "Um, why didn't the communicator work before?"
"Oh, uh, simple, you were out of range and the frequencies had been hacked. So they know you're there."
"Oh, I thought the communicator was just crap.." Zero said dead-panned.
"...Gee, thanks for insulting my handiwork there.."
"No. Really. Thank you for that late information." Dynamo uncurtuously spat.
"I had to get my own gear and build a terminal from scratch... illegal software and such... but we won't discuss that with the rest of them..."
Sort of giving a chuckle Zero stated. "I had my doubts, but you're finding productive stuff to do in your spare time."
"Like I said, keep quiet and I'll give you good upgrades. Illegal software is the way of the future!.. Haha. Ok, joking aside, what's the situation? If you've been spotted it's unlikely that you're all together, am I wrong?"
"Right as always mister scientist!" Dynamo shuffled back and forth to keep the feeling in his metallic legs.
"I'm trying to find the signals. Give me a moment to search the files.."
"So, you think this guy's gonna help us, or screw us?" Smirking at Zero with an uncanny expression, he prodded his arm. "Think we have a chance?"
"Be quiet, idiot!" Zero closed his eyes in annoyance. "Or I'll throw you out to the frog."
Dynamo shot back in mock horror. "Oh no mister reploid! Anything but that!" And cowered. Which in turn got him a downsided punch to the head.
"Ow! hey!"
The transmission crackled again.
"I got everyone's locations."
Surprised, Dynamo stopped rubbing his head. "Wow, he is good!" Then, remembering the pain, he continued to massage his sore spot with a vexed look on his face.
"Nice work, Gate. Where are they?"
"There's a signal right below you. One a level below that; another on the same level going the opposite direction. Plus three dying signals. I'm guessing from dead mavericks." There was a pause then another slew of information. "Several signals are located right next to yours. Can you tell me your situation?"
"Right, we've been chased by at least five mavericks on the surface level. We decided that we'd lure them away from X and Axl."
"Riiight." A silent glare ceased Dynamo's inputs.
"We have not had contact with either of them since we got here." Zero added, just to make sure that Gate understood their predicament.
"Wait a minute Zero. I'm getting another signal...Oh.. Crap.."
"What? What is it?" The drop in enthusiasm on his navigator's side alerted him to possible near proximity danger.
"I'm also getting the signal of a bomb somewhere in the complex. And there's no way you can reach it in time from your position!"
"That's bad!" Dynamo's face dropped. "How big are we talking? Cherry bomb, little bug bomb, huge massive explosive of death and demise?"
"More along the lines of, charges set up completely filling the giprock and metal studs behind the wall, and sinking demise? Does that answer your question?"
"Where is it?" Zero demanded, getting more anxious by the second.
"The second floor down."
Inspiration struck. "Didn't you say someone was there already? Contact them immediately, it might be X or Axl. If we can't reach it, they might have a chance!"
"I'll get started on a link. Over and out!" The communicator blipped and shut off. Zero grimaced, noticing Dynamo's odd behavior of looking out into the distance, he asked if something was the matter. Replied to by a gesture of hand, pointing to the oncoming horizon, Zero's eyes followed.
"Damn, they found us! AGAIN!"
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Uzu: It's short... but it's updated.
Sorry about the chapter length. The next one WILL be longer. A lot longer. (Didn't I say this once before?)
Argh, man, people had to wait a year for this XP Sorry! So sorry! Forte looked like such an ass in this chapter. That was not how I had first written it! I swear! He actually helped Axl! But this is what I came up with on the spur of the moment. Ha!
Bass: I hate your guts.
Uzu: I know.
Least I still remember where this is headed. I still can't believe that reviewers love this fic. Every time I re-read it I always see grammatical errors and typos, and ... THANK YOU FOR READING THAT'S ALL I HAVE TO SAY! I'll be sure to up the ante on my writing skills in college! Yeah!