Author's Note: I think I'm getting the hang of this. By the way, one of my friends read this and suggested an "Extended Edition" with more detail and a few added scenes (one he mentioned specifically was more detail in Risie's first Disk Wars). I'd like to know what you guys think, so post your ideas in the reviews please :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Tron, I don't own Disney. Disney owns Tron. I'm just a fan-girl.

Risie sat at the new End of Line club in the city center. She was often found here. She had abandoned any hope of restoring the system long ago. She was sitting at the bar, thinking about the day Tron had become Rinzler. She never went back to Flynn. Quorra had found her, hiding on the edge of the city near the Game Grid, almost ten cycles later. It must have been almost a thousand cycles now since then, but the conversation still haunted Risie.

"Risie!" Quorra had said, "You're alive! Did you find him?"

"Not really," Risie had said.

"What happened?" Quorra had said.

Should she tell Quorra what she had found? That Tron was now Clu's right hand enforcer, the feared Rinzler. Rinzler was master of the Games and ruthless. He obeyed Clu without question. No, it was too painful. She had failed to protect the ISOs. She had failed to get Flynn home. She had failed to rescue Tron. She would live with her pain alone. No one would know of her failure. The system she had protected, the system she had been created to serve, was gone. Clu had taken it all from her.

"Clu's new right hand, Rinzler, killed him," Risie finally had said, "just as I found him in the city. He was already badly wounded. I don't think Flynn could have saved him. They shattered his disk."

"So come home," Quorra had said, "Flynn will be happy to see you. He thought you were dead."

"Not so lucky I am afraid," Risie had said, "no, I'm not going back. Not ever."

"Then what will you do?" Quorra had asked.

"I will fight Clu until the day he derezzes me," Risie had said.

"You sound like you want him to," Quorra had said.

"I don't know," Risie had said, "but I do know one thing. I will make him regret and pay for what he's done. I will kill his guards and I will kill him too."

"You can't," Quorra said, "and what about this… Rinzler?"

Risie had paused then, a feeling in her chest like a hole ripping open causing her to curl up in pain. What would she do if she faced Rinzler again?

"I'll kill him too," Risie had said.

Rinzler was not Tron, she had decided. Tron would not want to live this way. If she could not restore his program, she would derezz him. Flynn could always find a backup somewhere once this was all over. Tron would never remember being Rinzler.

Risie shook her head, remembering the feeling in her chest that day. It had become a dull ache since then, but it never went away. Not unless she was actively hunting Clu's guards or running from them. She had found another purpose too. Recently, the different anti-Clu factions had been mobilizing, attacking guards and making Clu's job all around a little harder. Risie was here to meet the leader of one faction now.

Sure enough, a tall and large program sat beside her. His green armor lines lit the damage on his face with an eerie light. He turned to her.

"Are you the Black Slayer?" he said.

"Right on time I see," she said, "you have a proposition for me?"

"We'd best talk somewhere a little more private," he said.

He led her way from the bar to a small unoccupied corner. She knew he didn't dare lead her away from the club. Her reputation as the Black Slayer was well known. She derezzed any of Clu's guards on sight. If she thought you were a program that had sided with Clu, she would generally attack without warning, especially if she thought you were double-crossing her. However, if Clu's guards were chasing you, there was no one better to have find you. A lot of programs were saved from having to go to the new Games because of her intervention.

"We have a group that stole some energy nodes from the central complex just a little while ago," he said, "we need someone to watch our backs while we transfer the nodes to a safer location."

"And in return for making sure everything goes well?" she said.

"You will receive one of the nodes as payment," he said, "not much in the grand scheme of things, I know. But I was told you specialize in jobs that will make Clu angry."

"I do enjoy making him have a bad day," she said, "and a node would be useful. What's the catch?"

"It's in an area where they increased security," he said, "we can't get our people out of there without attracting attention. Most of them assume that they'll die when we do this. I just want my losses at a minimum."

"Alright, but I need something else," she said, "a blank ID disk."

"For a power node?" he said.

"Yes," she said, "because I'm going to see them all the way through. I was going to try and get an ID disk here, but as luck would have it, I heard you know a Siren on the Gaming Grid. Give me the ID disk, and I'll get Clu as angry as you want him."

"Deal," he said, "they said you were a little pricy."

"Sometimes," she said, "so when do we leave?"

"As soon as I can get you the disk," he said, "two microcycles enough time?"

"Plenty," she said, "where do I go?"

"The old solar sailer docks," he said, "and bring a way out, just in case."

He left and she smiled. She didn't wait long after he was gone to return to her "home". It wasn't really much of a home. It was an abandoned building on the edge of the city, facing the Outlands. It wasn't far from the Gaming Grid either. All that was inside was a couch that doubled as a bed when she was exhausted. The panel on the wall was covered with Gaming Grid scores and matches. Between the couch and panel was a large table covered in supplies and various tools. She sat at the table as the current match ended and the new scores were posted.

Risie was making a new set of weapons for herself. She could not program anything new. That was an ability only a User could obtain, but she could take parts from one weapon and combine them with another to make something else. She had just finished taking apart an old baton. She was trying to create a zip-line tool by combining a laser whip and a staff. So far most of her attempts had ended in failure.

She was taking apart a second baton when she looked at the scores. Rinzler had not competed in the match, but he was scheduled to compete in the one starting soon. She watched the matches whenever she could. Sometimes Quorra would come and watch them with her from the top of the stands. Risie knew that she was only causing herself more pain by watching Rinzler compete. His fighting style had never changed though, and when she watched, it was like watching Tron compete when she was still a new program. It was the one part of her past she allowed to remain a part of herself.

Suddenly the match lineup changed and Rinzler was no longer competing. She found that odd, but paid it no attention as she was consumed in her work. Time passed until she realized she needed to leave for the old solar sailer docks. She left her work and rode her Lightcycle to the darker side of the city.

When Risie arrived, she noticed a dozen programs hiding beside the remains of an unused Solar Sailer. This was the dock that used to go to the ISO cities. No one came here anymore unless they were looking for a place to hide. The Solar Sailer here had been damaged in the Purge to destroy all the ISOs. Clu left it as a reminder to those who had been friendly to ISOs: he'd do it to them too.

She disengaged her Lightcycle and approached them. Her helmet hid her face. One of the programs saw her and smiled in relief. He held one of four black cases. He set it on the ground and opened it for her to inspect.

Inside were six vials of glowing liquid. Risie picked one and turned it over in her hand. She nodded in approval. She then looked up to see his companion with an inactive Identity Disk. The companion handed it to her. She activated the interface to confirm it was empty, then finally spoke as she pulled out her own and replaced it with the empty one.

"Stay here," she said.

She scouted the area. There were no guards to be found. She disabled the security sensors and returned to the group. She accompanied them to the abandoned plaza, where four more programs were waiting. One was more nervous than the others, their eyes darting left and right. The transfer was completed and just as the four new programs were leaving, a Recognizer flew overhead. The nervous program screamed and ran off.

"We were set up!" the program who had given her the disk said, "run for it!"

Three more Recognizers landed, surrounding the group. Thinking there was no time like the present to try a new tool, Risie pulled a small pair of clamps from her waist, using them to hook the blank disk to her own. She waited only a moment and the two fused together. When she deactivated and reactivated her disk it reset. She could now split hers in two. She smiled. Take that Rinzler.

"Make for the old maintenance hatch!" she said as she split her new disk.

The programs fled and Risie launched into a flurry of spinning disks. All but two of the guards were nothing but a pile of pixels by the time the other programs had escaped. The two remaining guards backed away as a fifth Recognizer landed behind Risie. She spun around to see a single occupant exit the Recognizer.

Rinzler.

Risie immediately derezzed the remaining two guards, catching her disks and taking up a defensive stance as Rinzler walked towards her. He didn't attack, like he was waiting for something. Then she looked up at the cockpit of the Recognizer. Clu was standing there with his arms folded.

"So," Risie smirked, "a trap for me. I'm honored."

Risie spun around, kicking Rinzler in the face as he drew his own disk. He grabbed her foot, flipping her around to land on her back. He split his own disk, crouching to strike. She leapt up at him, trying to knock him over while searching for an escape route. The Recognizers that had surrounded her before were gone, replaced by new ones that were full of guards. She knew she was outnumbered. She back-flipped away from Rinzler, combining her disk and raising it above her head. She deactivated it and looked at Clu.

"You win!" she said, "what do you want?"

Without a word, Rinzler put his own disks away. He grabbed her by the arm and shoved her into the Recognizer he had exited. She was silent as they flew to the Game Grid. They landed outside, near what she assumed to be Clu's transport ship.

"If you survive the Games," Clu said, "I'll tell you."

"Easy enough," Risie said.

Two guards came up and took her to the platform that would descend to the Game Grid's armory. They let her keep her disk, which made Risie smile. Rinzler watched as she descended. Risie's helmet folded back as four Sirens approached her. One took her disk and lay it on the floor, then the four stripped her of her armor.

A new black body-suit covered Risie. Her adaptive programming at first went to change it, then she realized that if she wanted to blend in, she needed to look like all the other combatants. Besides, it only took a moment for her normal armor to change and adapting this one wouldn't take any time either. The Sirens put the armor on top of the body-suit, where it encased her. The lines on it took a dark blue color, just like her original armor. The Sirens snapped her disk back on her back.

Risie smiled; first mistake.

"Disk synchronized, armor active, proceed to Games," one said.

Risie shrugged. The Sirens disappeared and the door in front of Risie opened. She exited into a strange lift. It was clear, a cell for each combatant so they could see each other. Some of the other combatants' eyes were filled with fear and dread. Some were already whimpering, ready to die. A few looked at Risie, sizing her up and deciding a female program would be an easy target.

Risie smiled; second mistake.

The lift took the combatants to the fighting Arena above them. Risie could hear the crowd roaring above her. She looked around. The Arena was full and even Clu, from the bridge of his transport, was watching the games. Risie waited until her cell opened.

"Round One. Player Two versus Player Four," she heard the announcer's voice, "Disk Wars."

Risie looked across the cells. A nervous program was shaking, his hands barely able to hold his disk. Risie shook her head and pulled out her disk, triggering a visor to lower over her face.

"Sorry about this," she said, "at least it won't hurt much."

She jumped over the gap between the open cells. The program was so surprised that he didn't notice Risie shattering the floor under him until he was falling. Risie stood and shook her head.

"Player Four," the announcer said, "deresolution. Player Two, win."

"One down," Risie said to no one, "three to go."

Her cell moved to connect with another one.

"Round Two. Player Two versus Player Seven. Disk Wars."

This program did a few flips to show off, then immediately leapt across the gap at her. She threw her disk, jumped up, grabbed it and slammed it into his back, shattering him into a pile of pixels.

"Player Seven, deresolution. Player Two, win."

Risie leaned against the wall as her cell moved again.

"Round Three. Player Twelve versus Player Two. Disk Wars."

This program was more wary of her. He tossed his disk, spinning so he could catch it as it bounced off the wall. Risie easily dodged it and threw her own. He dodged her as well. She tossed it as soon as it hit her hand again, and leapt across at the same time. He turned to her and didn't see the disk flying back as it sliced his mid-section. He shattered like the others.

"Player Twelve, deresolution. Player Two, win."

Risie watched as the cell around her changed. She knew what was coming. There were only two programs left to fight.

"Round Four. Player Ten versus Player Two. Disk Wars."

The fact that it wasn't called the final round caught Risie off guard enough that she had to slide on one knee and hold up her disk to block the first attack. The program leapt at her, trying the same trick she had just pulled in her own match. Risie smiled and smashed the floor in front of her. She lay flat on the floor as the combatant sailed right past her and shattered. His disk flew over Risie's head and landed on the far side of the cell. Risie stood, looking at Clu.

"I win!" she yelled.

The cells merged into a single playing field. Risie felt a knot form in her stomach. She knew what this was too.

"Final Round. Player Two verses Rinzler."

The crowd roared as Rinzler entered the arena. He drew his disk and split it. Risie lowered her head.

"You've got to be kidding me," she said as she split her own, "this is really going to hurt."

As he threw his first disk at her, she jumped out of the way. He launched the second and she had to twist her body in the air to miss it, crossing her arms to make herself a smaller target. She landed in a crouch and looked up as he caught his disks.

"So that's how it is," she said, "alright, let's see if you remember this one."

She leapt up into the air as he charged at her, her legs curled up to give her space to maneuver. He looked up as her feet landed on his helmet, causing him to stumble backwards. He growled at her and spun around, catching her shoulder with his disk. Risie yelled, landing on her knees and barely rolling away in time to avoid his second disk. A buzzing noise distracted Risie and Rinzler ran for the wall. Risie was barely on her feet when the ceiling became the floor. She landed flat on her back and looked up as Rinzler tried to land on her head. She rolled onto her feet, blocking both his disks with her own.

"Live in the moment," she found herself muttering.

"And let it all go…" he muttered.

Risie stopped. No one had ever heard Rinzler speak, at least, no one that lived to tell anyone. No one knew what she did about him.

"Tron?" she said..

His next attack was so violent that it knocked Risie to her knees. He went for another blow, but the buzzer went off again and he sprinted for the wall. She didn't have time to recover before she was face first on the floor below. She rolled over and looked up just in time for Rinzler to land on her stomach. He dug one disk into her arm. She screamed and her visor folded back. He raised his other disk for the killing blow.

And nothing happened.

He was frozen, unmoving above her. Risie's eyes tried to peer into his black helmet to catch what he was thinking.

"Do it," she finally said, "if there really is nothing left of Tron in you, just do it."

Rinzler slammed the disk down and Risie waited for the pain before the end. It never came. He had slammed it into the tile next to her, shattering the floor but leaving her otherwise unharmed. His growl was softer than it had been when the match started.

Rinzler pulled her to her feet, grabbing her disks and forcefully taking her to Clu's ship. Risie held her damaged arm as they arrived. Rinzler gave Clu her disk, which he had fused on the way up, then stood behind her.

"Where is he?" Clu said.

"There are a lot of 'he' programs Clu," Risie said, "got one in mind?"

"Flynn!" Clu said angrily, "Where is Flynn?"

"I haven't seen him since Tron died," she said, "he's around, but the Grid is a big place. He was alive a thousand cycles ago. I'm going to guess he still is, since you're still looking for him."

He activated the interface on her disk, watching her memories from the last few cycles. Once he was satisfied, he handed it back to one of his guards.

"So what happens now, Clu?" Risie said, "We do this about every hundred cycles. You catch me, I win the Game. You ask me where he is and look at my disk. I disable your guard, get my disk, derezz the rest and ride out of here. Are we really going to do this again?"

"No," Clu said, "I have something different in mind."

He took her disk from the guard and snapped it into place on her back. Risie chuckled, but that chuckle died on her lips as a searing pain ripped through her body. Her back went rigid and she realized she couldn't move.

"I'm tired of you derezzing my guards," he said, "so I am going to do to you what I did to your companion."

A look of horror crossed Risie's face as Clu began rearranging her program. Her body was frozen as she screamed. Finally, he finished and she collapsed. She looked at her hands. The lines were a dark red color.

"What did you do?" she said.

"I disabled your combat routines for now," he said, "take her below."

Two guards took her by the elbows and lifted her to her feet. She tried to grab her disk, but her body would not obey. As they took her out, she yelled back at Clu.

"I'm going to kill you, Clu!" she cried out in rage.

The guards stopped as Clu laughed.

"How? You can't even activate your disk," he said.

"I don't know how," she said, "but when this is all over, you will be dead, not derezzed. I will tear you apart until you are screaming for the end!"

Clu laughed and the guards dragged her to the cells below the city, her screams echoing until long after she was gone.