A/N: Hello, this would be Snapella again. Uh... thanks anonymous reviewers... Enjoy! R&R pretty pretty please!
Disclaimer: ummmm Quorra! Quorra: They own Kristy, Chance, Nack, Elsie and Zoom. (Of which the last three will be in the next chappie)
"Thank goodness!" Kristy panted as she saw the purple circuited program get up. "I may be good at this but there's no way I can take on this maniac by myself!" And Kristy was back to fighting.
Holy circuit she's good! Chance marveled as the rookie dodged Rinzler's attacks like they were nothing. Chance grinned and pulled out her disk. But I'm better! And Chance launched herself into the fight. She and Kristy worked perfectly together.
Kristy would distract Rinzler, and she would attack. Chance spared a glance at Kristy and saw her smile. She knew they had won the disc war. Rinzler knew it too. He gave a small jerk as if to move aside but Chance was too quick for him. Raising her disc just above his head, she started to bring it down in a deadly arc. But for a moment she hesitated.
Too Long. Suddenly she heard a sickeningly familiar voice call out.
"STOP THE FIGHT!" Chance looked up and saw an enemy she had hoped never to see again.
"Clu." She said, tone full of disdain. Clu looked down at Chance, smiling cruelly.
"Chance, how good to see you again!" He held his arms out in cold welcome. "I was beginning to think you had forgotten us!"
"Hardly." She glared defiantly up at him. He just shook his head, amused.
"And who, might I ask is your little friend?" Chance was about to make a retort when Kristy held out her hand to Chance who silenced immediately. What the? Chance thought. Nobody can ever make me be quiet unless it's a use... Oh my God! Chance lurched forward. It couldn't be! The portal, a mysterious new program, she should have known! She should have gotten her out of the games away from Clu!
Oh God, she ould see it happening all over again! Memories flashed through her mind, the purge, the hiding, the chaos.. Chance began struggling to speak when Kristy started.
"I'm Kristy." She stated, staring up at the orange circuited man. "And I'm guessing you're Clu, the one I've heard such...uh, complimentary things about. Clu stood up quickly, eyes filled with rage.
"I see, Kristy." He spoke quietly, deadly. "Not a common name here is it?" Kristy looked taken aback. Kristy is an incredibly popular name back home! She thought. I'll just have to play it safe.
"I changed it." She replied simply. "I find Kristy a lot better than..." Gosh, Kristy just think of a name! "Elipse." Kristy knew it was lame but it was the first one she thought of. Chance struggled furiously and finally managed to speak.
"Just get on with it Clu!" She shouted. "The only one who enjoys hearing you talk is yourself! I knew I should have derezzed you when I had the chance..." she muttered the last part, so that only Kristy and Rinzler heard her.
"Silence!" Rinzler ordered, cuffing her head. "You may be a popular in the disc wars, but now you're just filthy rebel scum." That did it. Chance threw herself on Rinzler and started to punch him, hard. Small trails of glowing fluid streamed down her cheeks. It took two more orange programs to get Chance off of him. He reached out with his disc and sliced her cheek. Pain seared where the cut was but Chance ordered herself not to show it.
"Enough of this." Clu said. "We take this to the lightcycles. Rinzler and I against Chance and... this Kristy." The crowd roared. Kristy looked at Chance, confused.
"What are, lightcycles?" She asked. Chance sighed and took her arm.
"Trust me," She began. "It's worse than disc wars. You speed around on these single rider vehicles, kind of and-"
"Wait." Kristy's eyes gleamed. "Is this anything to do with motorcycles?" The mention of this user word flashed Chance back to a memory so vivid it hurt. Flynn... Chance shook it off and found Kristy staring at her worriedly.
"Yes. Exactly like motorcycles." Chance mumbled awkwardly. "Now c'mon. Let's go".
Thirteen minutes later, they had lead Kristy and Chance in an even bigger arena with even more cheering programs. An orange guard walked up to the two and gave them each a stick.
"Okay..." Kristy looked at the stick. "What exactly does this do?" Chance just looked at her and smiled.
"Watch and learn user." She said. "And another thing. This lightcycle. It's hard. I'm so busy defending that I never get to do any offense. Now if we lose this game, and I think we will, just run. Run as fast as you can until you're off the grid. We'll find you. We have to. If Clu finds out you're a user..." she shuddered as she trailed off.
"User." Kristy rolled the new word around. "Interesting. Now lets get this over with." And copying Chance, she pulled her stick in half, jumped in the air, and landed on a lightcycle. Hers blue, Chance's purple.
"Oh yeah!" She shouted, this was better than anything she had ever driven, much, MUCH better than her bike and she knew right away she wasn't going to lose.
Kristy leaned forwards and charged towards Clu and Rinzler. Chance watched after her with a dumbfounded expression. Nobody, and she meant nobody was that good. She was better than Clu and Rinzler combined. Heck, she was better than anyone combined!
She was weaving and ducking and jumping and going so fast! Chance blocked all these thoughts out as Rinzler slammed into her. Barely holding on to her cycle, Chance veered to the left, knocking Rinzler down. He skidded across the floor and crashed into the wall, unconscious. Chance couldn't believe it. She was ok at lightcycles, but not that good.
It's because I'm on a user's side. She realized with swelling pride. Then, Chance heard a sickening crunch as Kristy fell, screaming. NO! Chance thought, seconds before racing over to where the user had fallen. Clu reached Kristy first. Triumphantly, he raised his hand to his back and pulled out his disk.
"That's illegal!" Chance screamed. "You can't do this to her please! She's just a use...!" Chance stopped herself but it was too late. Clu had heard.
"A user?" Clu said, confused and angry. "She's the very thing I need to complete my project and you try and turn her against me before we've even had time to talk. For shame Chance!" He chuckled, reaching for Kristy.
Suddenly, still sideways, Kristy spun her cycle in circles, knocking him off balance. She set her cycle and rammed through the wall.
"You coming or what?" She asked Chance, and sped out of the stadium, Chance close behind. Chance was for the first time in many cycles filled with a renewed purpose. This was what she had been made for. This was what she had been born to do.