You know… you get four chapters of a supposedly epic story in under two days… You think you'd be satisfied for a while? I mean, I'm usually a one chapter every few days kind of person.

Yes, all you people who've messaged me. I'm calling you out. You know who you all are…

Writing stuff like this takes time you know… And I'm not the best at fights, so this took even longer.

FFS people… I'm not a machine that pumps out chapters at your will… Give me a fucking break, for god's sake… I need to let the plotline simmer and reduce into a chapter before writing it out…

This goes for people noting me DA as well, greedy bastards…

(No, I'm not talking about the reviews on here... It's the PMs... Don't get confused.)

Warning!

Warning!

The Creator jumped, checking a device at his belt. Oval shaped, it was equipped with a simple screen and displayed the vital signs of a certain ISO… At the moment, such signs were very low…

ISO 113 in danger!

System will shutdown if not replenished with energy!

Further exposure to danger might result in Derezz!

Flynn bit the inside of his cheek, nibbling with nervousness. Right now, he had a bunch of things to worry about… All in the middle of a warzone…

Clu had apparently arranged to destroy the hideout even if he'd gotten the disc, like the lying bastard he was… Programs had flown above, dropping explosives upon the building. Thankfully, his reconstruction lab was in the basement… and most likely sealed off. Or so he hoped. In the middle of fighting, he had no time to check. Clu's minions seemed to like teaming up on the Creator and many of the ISOs had to literally tear them off of his body.

WARNING!

WARNING!

Kevin tried to ignore the device screaming at his belt. Even in the midis of ripping his disc through an attacking program, he couldn't help but check once more… A new message was flashing on the screen. One that shot terror through him. He failed to notice the program rising behind him… Even if he noticed it too late, Quorra was there to rescue him. Shoving her disc through its throat, she quickly wiped off the colored data from her suit. "You alright old man? I thought you were toast back there for a second…" she muttered to him. Turning around, she noticed him rushing off towards a bigger fight. "HEY! WAIT UP!"

WARNING!

System shutdown commencing!

Please retrieve ISO 113 to prevent further damage!

Zuse was barely holding his own against the mirror image of Flynn. Both light blue and orange data dyed the rubble around them. Yet Clu remained unfazed by his wounds. The ISO was beginning to wonder whether he could be stopped at all. Darting out from behind his hiding place, the Knight dodged the expected orange disc and leapt towards his attacker. He managed to slip his sword into the betrayer's gut before jumping away to avoid the returning disc. His technique seemed to be working so far. Hit and run. Slice and scram. Wearing down his opponent, whom wasn't as fast on his feet as the ISO. In fact, Zuse hadn't even touched his own disc so far. Could his melee strategy take down Clu at last?

Of course, the mirror's disc was just as fast, if not faster. In the middle of his darting, the Knight felt a sharp pain dig into his back. Thankfully, the weapon was almost the same speed as him, so it sawed through just slight. Such a wound, however slowed him, allowing the disc to slice through his shoulder, bounce off the rubble before him and slice through his right leg, crippling him. Although his eyes held terror and his mouth was poised for a scream, nothing came out. Pouring out icy blue data, Zuse thudded to the ground and felt himself grow weak. His vision programs suddenly shut down, along with all motor systems, preventing him from seeing or dodging his soon to be killer…

Footsteps echoed closer, sending chills up his spine. His breath grew short and quickened, nervousness running through every circuit. Could this be it? Would this be his time to embrace the stream of data from which all programs and ISOs came from? At least he'd derezz while protecting his master… The Creator… Speaking of which, Zuse had felt another presence enter the area.

"Ah, I see the King has come to retrieve his bodyguard… Not much off one, if you ask me… He might be fast, but not fast enough to escape my disc…"

Clu's voice echoed through his mind, building up tension. Another presence entered the area, followed by gasps for air. A female, perhaps? Quorra? "You're damn right we've come for him… Now back off, or it's MY disc you won't be fast enough to escape…" Oh yes… That was defiantly Quorra. A smirk spread across Zuse's face at her words, knowing that at least one ISO cared for him.

"Frisky I see? Well then, come at me… I can beat you with my hands tied…"

Wrong choice of words…

The ISO felt something whiz past above him and Clu had apparently been thrown back. Had Quorra leapt at him? For some reason, he really wished his vision programs were online… He'd love to see Clu get his ass kicked right about now… Someone suddenly lifted him from the ground with gentle, yet trembling, hands. Kevin? Screams echoed around him, mostly originating from his right. Not ones of pain… but of rage. Revenge.

"Come on Quorra! He's already shut down! If we don't go now, we're done for!"

Oh yes, the User holding him was indeed the Creator. He could tell just from the voice, even if his tone was one of awkward fear. He'd never really heard that sort of feeling in Kevin's speech before, although he could understand it in this situation. All forms of backup cut off. All allies dead. The enemy closing in. Zuse would've been terrified as well… At that moment, he felt a finger edge towards a special place on his chest. Just above where a User's heart would be. His emergency shutdown area. The rev of a light cycle met his ears as well as a soft whisper. "It's alright… I'll fix you up after this…" The User's voice sent chills up his spine and he forced a smile before he was shut down…

Happy now?

I hope so.

That fight scene was a fucking BITCH to write…

I personally hate writing fight scenes…

But I think this one came out good, considering that I only had an hour to write it in…

And yes, Programs and ISOs' bleed data damnit...

NOW R AND FUCKING R.