User Rectified
Warning: For facial maiming.
Chapter 2: Primal
Time was running out for Rail and the others in the Arena holding cells. Soon they would either go against one on one in the disk arena or they will team up and fight against Clu's team on Light Cycles. Rail was prepared either way. He had both a disk and a light cycle baton.
"We're derezzed, we're derezzed, we're derezzed," Jok said in the cell next to Rail's. Jok was a seasoned player. For many cycles he played in the disk arena and survived. He had become quite a legend, but it was apparent the games had taken toll on him.
"We are not done," Rail told him. "Don't you give up. You have been in the games longer than I have.
"Rinzler," Jok repeated. "Rinzler will be in the games, Rinzler."
"You have gone up against him before," Rail reminded him. That was one of the factors that made Jok so legendary. He fought against Rinzler and lived to tell about it. Jok's survival skills kept him alive for a while. The crowd enjoyed the battle that they had divided into two sides with their cheering. It was because of this that Clu's minion, Jarvis had ordered a draw.
"Not going to be the same this time," the program on Rail's other side said. His name was Slar. He was the tallest and bulkiest program that Rail had ever seen. He was strong and despite his size he was also fast. He was as seasoned as Rail and Jok.
"What makes you say that?" Rail asked as he tossed his disk above his head and caught it.
"You didn't hear?" Slar asked as he raised an eyebrow. "This upcoming game is going to be an ultimate death match. I heard Jarvis talking to some of the sentries. He said all of us big time players are going up against each other and it won't end until there is only one survivor."
"Only one," Jok repeated. "Only one, Rinzler, Only one, Rinzler."
"And that survivor is going up against Rinzler?" Rail asked. He tapped his fingers against the floor.
"Correct and there is not going to be a draw this time," Slar said.
"User burn it." Rail stood up and walked around his cell. He only paused to utter a prayer to the Creator, asking him for guidance. He glanced up as he prayed. An idea came to his head.
"When are we due for another energizing?"
"In a few nanos I think," Slar said with a shrug.
Rail crouched down near the entrance with his ear near the door. When he heard footsteps he stood up and jumped while slamming his disk into the ceiling. He held on and stretched out his legs until his feet pressed against where the walls met the ceiling.
"Time to energize pro-" one of the guards addressed him as three walked into his cell.
Rail pulled out his disk and landed on the guard with enough force to knock him out. He swung his disk at the other two guards, slicing through their throats and derezzing them.
There were more in the hall way that lead to his cell. Rail threw his disk at one and picked up one of the discarded staffs and struck at another. The soldiers were not as fast as he was and he was able to take them out with ease.
"Run Rail," Jok shouted. "Run Rail, run Rail."
"I have to get you out," Rail said he could hear more guards coming for him.
"Don't waste time on us," Slar said. "Get out of here."
Rail swallowed as he turned around and ran down the hall. As much as he wanted to rescue the others he knew Slar was right. He would get caught and he would be back in his cell, or worse. He had to get out, form a resistance against Clu or find one that had already formed and join them.
Using the skills he had developed in fighting and surviving the games, Rail fought against the guards that have seen him and those were not many. He kept to the shadows, pressed into nooks and crannies made sure the coast was clear before he emerged from his hiding places and continued to run until he was out of the arena and once his feet struck the nearest road he activated his light cycle.
Rail could not believe his luck as he rode his bike through the empty streets. He had succeeded in what many had thought was impossible. He had escaped from the arena, but he wasn't safe yet. He had to find some place or someone that would provide him some sanctuary. The first person he thought of was Zuse and only Castor knew how to get into contact with them.
"End of Line it is then," Rail said as he rode his bike towards the direction of the infamous club. As he rode he thought about Slar, Jok and the others. Had the games already started? Did he provide inspiration for the others to escape?
He was halfway to the club when he had the feeling he was being followed. He could have almost swore that he heard another cycle after him. He glanced over his shoulder and saw no one. He had a right to be paranoid, but he could not let fear control him.
A few more nanoseconds passed and he did hear the sound of a second cycle. He hit the brakes and spun his bike around, only to see that no one was there. Rail was about to smack himself when he did hear the revving of a lightcycle engine coming from his right.
"Keep going Rail. You have to keep going for them." He started the engine on his bike and drove to the left. He had to find some way to lose his pursuer. Rail rode around the buildings, cut across through alley ways and doubled over his paths until he was certain he had lost whoever it was that was following him.
Rail took a sigh as he resumed his ride back to End of Line.
His eyes widened when he saw another cycle ride out in front of him. Rail braked and leaned to his left to try and stop his bike from crashing into the other but it was too late. Rail's cycle struck the other's and he was sent flying.
Rail rolled over and reached for his disk to see who he was fighting, but saw no one. He could only see the two light cycles as they derezzed back into their batons.
"Where are you?" He called out. He looked around in every direction, but he didn't see anyone.
He should have looked up sooner, but the dark figure had already landed on him. The enemy had brought his own disk down against' Rail's with enough force to strike it out of his hand.
"Runaway," the mysterious program said with a deep and rough voice that had a familiar edge to it.
"No," Rail said when he recognized the voice. He had heard it before. He stared into the glossy helmet of his captor. "You can't be here. You are in the arena."
His captor was one of the best fighters in the Arena along with Jok. He was also the primary enforcer of Clu's law. His name can cause terror to rise in the minds of many programs. His armor that was made up of hard flexible panels and mesh were adorned with minimal lights. The red-orange glow was secluded to his knees, middle of his arms, on his fingers, the tops of his feet and on his chest and abdomen. Although there was something different about him. Instead of the four squares that formed the shape of a "T" he had an arrow head that pointed up with a dash in the center and what looked like the number "1" underneath it.
"Rinzler?" Rail asked. He couldn't believe that he was hoping that it was Rinzler and he had just simply changed his insignia, but the thought that there was another program that was just like him; a second enforcer was even more frightening.
"No." His captor confirmed Rail's worst fears before he struck him in the face, knocking him out.
"Any news of that runaway?" Clu demanded as he paced around his office. He never had a program escape from the arena. This was the first time it had happened and he will make certain it will be the last.
"None so far," Jarvis said as he studied the pad in his hand. A light on it glowed and Jarvis smiled. "We have caught him."
"We have?" Clu raised an eyebrow.
"Primal has caught him and is bringing him here." Jarvis looked up from the pad. "Sir, may I inquire why you didn't give out the order to derezz on sight?"
"I wish to make an example of him."
"Ah," Jarvis's eyes widened in recognition. His mouth turned up into a satisfied smile. Another light shone on his pad. "Primal is here with out guest."
"Have them sent in."
"This is Jarvis. Tell Primal to bring the runaway to Clu's office immediately."
Clu stepped back way from the entrance and turned to face it. A few nanos passed and Primal walked inside, dragging in the runaway. Every time Clu looked at Primal he felt his chest extend in pride. He had become quite adept at repurposing programs, but he had never done such a process to a User before until now.
"What is your designation, program?" Jarvis asked as he stared at the runaway.
The game warrior glared at him and spat.
"I want him on his knees," Clu ordered. "And I want his disk."
Primal pushed down on the runaway's shoulders forcing him to his knees before he pulled off his disk.
"Jarvis," Clu nodded to his bald minion.
Jarvis took the disk and placed it into the reader. "His name is Rail, and he has got quite the record, in the arena of course."
"Rail," Clu repeated as the name clicked in his mind. "Rail, Rail Rail, why did you run? You were one of my favorites?" He paced in front of the captured program. "The way you derezzed the weaker players in the game had always pleased me. Why did you go and do something this stupid?"
"If I was one of your favorites then why were you going to pit me against Jok, Slab and the other top players?" Rail asked.
"This is progress," Clu explained. "We have to weed out the best and the other programs have gotten tired of watching the same old kinds of tournaments. They want the ultimate competition."
"Weed out the best?" Rail asked in disbelief. "The best of the best has to fight him." He glanced over his shoulders.
"That is where you are wrong." Clu pointed at him.
"I am?" Rail blinked.
"The winner doesn't go against Primal here. They go against Rinzler." He smiled when Rail's eyes widened and he tried to look at the reprogrammed User. "Oh your thought Primal was his brother? I know it can be tough. Jarvis here gets the two of them confused all the time."
"There are two of them?" Rail gulped.
"Both are quite skilled warriors obedient to my commands, but you are in luck, Rail. You will be spared of going up against Rinzler. Primal will take care of you." He turned to Jarvis. "Jarvis, hold him down."
"Yes sir," Jarvis said, his voice full of glee. He walked up behind Rail as Primal released his hold and held his shoulders.
"Is the recorder on?" Clu asked. He wanted everyone to see what was about to happen to Rail.
"It is sir," Jarvis answered.
"Good," Clu said and cleared his throats. "Greetings programs. I am sorry to inform you that we will have to postpone today's match until tomorrow due to the fact that someone just can't be a team player. That is right we had someone, one of the more popular players take off. Now this does not comply with my rules, rules that will keep this system running as a perfect system." He pointed to Primal. "As you may have heard I have a new enforcer. This is Primal. He is the brother program to Rinzler."
"Rail you kneel here accused of the crime of running from the game arena," Jarvis said. "How do you plead?"
"Guilty and proud," Rail answered.
"We do not allow such insolence, " Clu said. "Insolence to my system is an impurity and must be removed." He nodded at Primal. "Primal, do not allow him to see or hear himself being derezzed."
"By your orders," Primal said. He brought down his disk and slashed it at Rail's face, slicing though his left eyeball. Primal ignored the screams from the program as he brought his disk down again and cut through the other eye.
Jarvis was shaking not out of fear but from excitement. He was enjoying the torment even more than Clu was. Clu couldn't even remember the last time Jarvis had smiled like that.
Primal slashed again at Rail, slicing off the left ear and the right. He looked up at Clu, his mask obscured any sign of emotion he had, that is if he was showing any emotion.
"Now," Clu ordered.
Jarvis pulled back at Rail's hair, exposing the program's neck. Primal brought the disk down and cut through, silencing Rail's screams and causing the program to derezz.
"That will be the fate of anyone who challenges my authority," Clu said and turned off the recording. "Jarvis you are dismissed. Tell Rinzler I wish to see him. Primal I want you to stay here."
"Anything else?" Jarvis asked. He couldn't hide the giddy tone in his voice.
"I do not wished to be disturbed for the next couple of millicycles," Clu said. His eyes were on Primal. He would have plenty of time to spend alone with his two prized enforcers.
Jarvis said nothing has nearly skipped out of the office.
"I believe he got what he wanted," Clu said as he approached Primal. "Now how about what we want?"
"Clu," Primal's voice came out soft.
"I know." Clu reached over to his repurposed User and pressed the right area on the back of his helmet causing it retract.
Primal had looked almost the same way he had when he had first entered the Grid. Clu just didn't want him to be obedient and believe that he was a program that was created by Clu. He wanted the User to be a warrior. Alan Bradley had untapped physical potential and Clu wanted to tap into it. He did have to improve on Bradley's health.
Once Clu had finished with Alan's mind he worked on the physical. He combined some of the same code that went into Tron, spare code that was removed when Clu turned him into Rinzler and found a way to successfully bind into Alan's DNA. From there he went on to heal and repair the cells that had been damaged. Clu had no idea how this would effect Alan's appearance until he had finished. Some of the gray in Alan's hair had darkened to the same shade of brown as Rinzler's hair and some of the fine lines on Alan's face were erased. He still look more aged than Rinzler. He still had silver streaks in his hair and if Clu wanted to he could have possibly made him even more younger but that did not serve his purpose. He just needed Alan to be fit enough physically to fight for him.
Alan, or rather Primal trained with Rinzler. Clu had both believed they were brother programs and when asked why there was a small difference in their appearance Clu just told them it was so he could tell them apart.
"Rinzler will join us soon," Clu said as he ran his fingers down Primal's jaw.
"The three of us," Primal said and leaned forward
"Together as it should be," Clu whispered before their lips met. His hands slid around until they found Primal's backside while he felt the tongue of his reprogrammed User invaded his own mouth. He felt his circuits heat up from the warmth of the kiss be fore he went deeper.
He grabbed one of Primal's arms and ran his finger over the single circular light before he traced the detail on the User's fingers, causing Primal to shake.
Primal ran his own fingers over the circuitry pattern on Clu's armor, sending sensual jolts to ride through Clu's body. The warm and familiar tingles grew with each stroke from Primal's fingers and would have sent Clu into a climax, but Clu wanted to wait and make this experience last longer.
Clu stepped back and allowed his slacks to derezz, exposing his half hardened shaft. He stared down into the eager eyes of Primal.
"Clu," Primal moaned out his name. There was no mistaking the longing and begging tone in his voice or the burning need in his eyes.
"Yes," Clu said and licked his lips.
Primal dropped to his knees. His hands caressed against Clu's arousal, fingers slowly sliding up and down before he his tongue darted out and flicked against the head.
Clu was so caught up in the pleasure that he almost didn't notice Rinzler as he walked in. "Rinzler, Join." His voice came out strained.
Rinzler made his constant train of growling, but it was softer and almost slower. The sound faded as his helmet removed. The same look of desire that Primal had was reflected in Rinzler's eyes. The first enforcer took walked around Clu, clothing derezzed half way from waist down.
Clu moaned when he felt Rinzler enter him and knew even when they were done he was still going to take both of them to his bed for more pleasure.
A/N: This is the M or R rated version. I go more in depth with the scene at the end in the NC-17 version that is at the Tron Slash community on Live Journal.