AN: I apologize about not getting this one out sooner, I just had a really stressful year when I was still making this on a near-regular occasion and everything that I tried to do with this didn't come out right. Nevertheless, it's here now, and I hope you guys enjoy.
Lost One
It took the young woman a bit to get into the containment center where the Special was being kept, having an easy time avoiding the robotic guards around the place for people like her. She smirked as she managed to get past the set of guards specifically placed around the vent to where she needed to go. "Now, to wait for the perfect moment." She thought as she watched the scene unfold.
Emmet, throat sore and dry from all of the screaming he did earlier, was now strapped stomach-first to a rather large machine. This machine was the largest object in the room, and within the main nozzle currently pointed to the construction worker's back contained a rather peculiar object: unlike the rest of the room, it was not made out of Lego bricks. The main piece of the machine was rather what many would call a 'Laz-Ur of Point Heat', a Relic that President Business found a use for besides being a part of his collection. When active, it would fire a laser at point blank to melt anything made out of the same materials as the Lego pieces. Unfortunately, this meant that the being currently strapped to the table-Emmet-was about to become a plastic piece of slag if the laser kept on him and the Piece of Resistance for too long.
"Erm, just so we're clear..." the former Master Builder said cautiously, worried about the outcome when the Laz-Ur of Point Heat was activated with him still strapped in. "T-this isn't going to hurt, right?"
"Oh no, buddy." The ever cheerful Good Cop said, having ceased humming to speak with the now terrified male. "It isn't going to hurt at all! The machine will just tickle you to remove the Piece off of your back." He was about to continue working on certain parts of the dangerous machine before a nearby phone rang. Good Cop picked up the receiver, switching over to his bad persona to speak with whoever was at the other end.
Unfortunately for Emmet, the call confirmed his suspicions when Bad Cop replied "He's been told the lie and bought it completely." THIS caused the younger male to scream for his life once again. Bad Cop left the room as soon as he started screaming again, having a few items to take care of. The robots working on the machine had pretended that Emmet wasn't destroying their CPUs at that moment, just before one of the more gleefully destructive ones cranked the machine's power to its highest setting. The once Master Builder screamed as loud as he could when he felt rather than saw his back erupt in heated pain, his fear and hoarse voice making his speech next to incomprehensible to the robots and whatever human was in the room with them.
Speaking of a human… that was the precise moment that the shadowed figure decided to strike. Using her parkour abilities, she took out the guards around the machine still targeted to the Special's back, the robots barely putting up much of a fight against her as the figure easily fought off each and every single one of them before firing one of them toward the machine and disabling the laser. As soon as the laser's heat was off of his back, Emmet stopped his pathetic excuse of a scream, waiting patiently for the hooded figure to introduce them before asking for a glass of water. He had not expected for the person to reveal herself as DJ—the very person that Emmet had seen before finding the Piece of Resistance—so casually in front of the many cameras around the place.
"Come with me if you want to not die." She said beautifully, making the Special in front of her to look at her beautiful eyes, and forget the oddity of saying 'not' in a very clichéd sentence. In fact, he couldn't help but feel attracted to her looks now that he was seeing them up close for the first time since they last talked. But another part of the construction worker—the one that was still embittered about figuring out the truth about himself—realized that the girl barely recognized him at all, making his heart sink more than any harsh word came out of Bad Cop's mouth that evening. Nevertheless, Emmet found himself wanting—no, wishing—that he could just hold the calloused glove-covered hand that was extended in front of him. He never noticed himself reaching for that hand when the illusion of love was shattered by the door to the Melting Chamber opened, revealing Good Cop carrying a plate of croissants with him.
"Hey everyone! How is the melt—" the good persona never got a chance to finish, switching over to his bad persona as they recognized that the machine was trashed and Emmet wasn't a pile of plastic slag. "What the HECK is going on?" Bad Cop yelled harshly, snapping the two Builders out of their stupor. DJ quickly grabbed the now surprised Emmet, and dashed quickly toward the door to the outside of the Police Station before Bad Cop had a chance to call for more robotic backup. In that instant the rescuer quickly grabbed Emmet's arm, and dragged the half frightened former builder to the outside of the building. Trying her best not to damage the Piece of Resistance on the construction worker's back, she and Emmet had found themselves outside of the building and into an alley-way outside of the building.
The former Master Builder, in an attempt to seem like he didn't know the agile female, barley landed his body into a trash-can as they both were about to hit the ground. DJ herself got the idea that Emmet himself had not noticed to use the alleyway as their getaway car, thanking the 'sir' of giving the much better Master Builder of the idea in the first place. After removing the trash-can from the construction worker's head showed the former Master Builder a rather large, over-the-top motorcycle with rather large back wheels and a loud-looking engine on the back. Emmet barely had the chance to ask DJ about what he needed to do before the woman quickly grabbed him, placing the former Builder onto the back of the bike.
Bad Cop, along with a robotic cop squad and set of helicopters, went through the highway ordering his robotic men to take the two fugitives in, before Good Cop switched in telling the robots to 'not hurt them too much'.
"Wait, we're are we going?" Emmet couldn't help but ask, fear gripping his chest as he realized what had happened for the past while.
"OUT OF HERE!" the dark-haired woman said, confirming Emmet's fears entirely. Noticing that the Special was quickly going into shock, DJ attempted to calm him with telling him: "You're the Special: the most important, most awesome special person in the entire world." And that got the brown-haired Master Builder's attention, having only ever heard those words directed to a hypothetical idea rather than to his face in all of his life. "And you are going to be the greatest person that ever lived."
He never knew how powerful those words meant until they were directed at him.
In fact, it made him so happy that he forgot about the life that he tried chasing for the past few years…and also put him into a state of euphoria that he almost didn't notice DJ handing him the controls of the beast of a bike.
"What—HEY!" Emmet called as she jumped about through the traffic itself, attacking all of the robotic cops that managed to get by the former construction worker's awkward attempts with the over-sized motorcycle.
"WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO!?" Emmet yelled, actually being scared about being attacked by the robotic cops before attacking them with the oversized bike.
"Keep yourself steady!" the parkour Master Builder said, grabbing pieces of other cars to advance their own into a plane while the cops now in in cars and helicopters, trying to get close to the newly crowned Special and the Piece of Resistance. "We'll need to get away from these guys!" she then jumped back—having just taken some pieces from a helicopter above the two—and attempted to refashion the machine with Emmet when she noticed something about them. "Wait… do I know you?"
"Er…No…" Emmet said, trying to avoid looking at the now good Master Builder in the face, neither of them noticing that they were getting close to the border.
"Wait—are you that generic looking kid that left me with a dumb nickname?" DJ—erm, the Master Builder—said, having just finished remaking the oversized bike for a jet-helicraft while the cops came down on them.
"H-hey!" the Special looked at her accusation with sadness and anger, trying to keep a much cooler head as he tried to explain "You weren't going to keep the name you introduced me with! What was I supposed to call you?" Though the pain of hurt about his obvious 'generic' looks flashed through his mind, his anger over what he wanted to call her overrode any sense of the situation. "And besides—"He didn't get the chance to finish, as the cops fired a missile to stop them from escaping. However-before both DJ and Emmet could attempt to fix up the plane-bike and the cops could get to the escaping duo, the secret escape door opened and took the damaged ship along with the two; closing just before all the cops pathetically piled on top of one another in front of it.
"Darn it, darn it-DARN IT!" Bad Cop yelled as he got to the place where the two disappeared to—a robotic cop handing him a poorly abused chair before being kicked by it. The Cop had no choice but to use his favourite stress relief activity to calm himself fully, before going back into full rage about the situation.
Lord Business would not like the news when he got back.