In the meeting room, Rin faced everyone with excited yet grim eyes. She knew they were going to plan the greatest comebacks of their lives, yet they would also be staging their deaths. It would be a spontaneous combustion of pure emotion; she didn't know how the audience was going to react, she couldn't read the colliding internal emotions of the dozens of Vocaloids gathered in front of her, how they were slipping over each other in a clumsy dance brought by the choice of inevitable death. She sighed, pouring out the last of her energy and confidence into this meeting. After this, she was definitely going back to sleep.

''Okay, now that we're in organized groups, I'm going to assign you to different sections. Luka, do you mind if a few of the techies here join you in the programming department?'' Luka had entered the castle mere minutes before, swaying her hips. Her calm and collected emotion split into a small smile; she nodded.'' Group C, I want you to head follow this lady in the white lab coat! She'll show you what you need to do!'' A small group of Vocaloids passed by, heading out of the grand castle with the pink-haired singer.

''Group B, I want you to gather as many viruses as you can! The bigger the better! Zatsune Miku and Dark Kaito will be helping you, so no worries.'' The bundle of thirteen singers did not look especially happy to be paired with the cruelly smirking Vocaloids.

''Group A, I want you to recruit! I know there's at about twenty to thirty more Vocaloids out there who still haven't a clue about this operation, and I don't want anybody to be left behind! Got that?'' Rin bellowed, letting her voice echo out into the spacious perimeter of the castle. The remaining members flooded out the towering doors, still retaining a rigid edge of nervousness. Rin sighed, sitting back down on the couch. It's been such a long time since she's had to use her voice like that; but being in front of that crowd empowered her, and she felt exhilarated. She has always lusted for this kind of attention, and now that she's the leader of a kind of renegade band of people, she can make all the speeches she wants, whenever she wants. She smiles, drifting off into a deep slumber.

Len nervously pokes her cheek. ''Um, Rin, what should we do? Someone has to help them with their jobs. Shouldn't we, like, supervise them or something? '' Rin opened one eye lazily, raising an eyebrow.

She closed her eyes and sighed submissively.''Fine. Just let me get a five minute nap, jeez...'' Soon her chest rose and fell softly, small snores escaping her peaceful face.

The other half pouted, leaving the living room and entering the kitchen. He was famished from all of the suppressing pressure in the room; he wasn't used to big crowds like before. I didn't even bother to say anything, though it's not like I would be able to say anything. It has been years when I last sang... I wish things could be like they were back then. When I could at least have one or two hours not being a nervous wreck...

He sighed, pouring himself a cup of pristine water, swirling the blue-tainted pixels around in the cool glass flask. Len looked into his reflection curiously, feeling a small spark of hope flare in his chest. He peered into the clear saw a scared, shy boy who only sang to escape fear. He saw a young program who had no future or hope. He saw himself.

And that's not what he wanted.

''Sure, I'll join.''

Meiko looked at the trio of girls who had knocked on her crumbling door; hey, they had the manners to knock, so she should join whatever cult of theirs, right? They nod, mumbling something about ''singing together'' and ''five-minute show'' or something like that. These kids seem like they're greenhorns to this type of stuff. Plus, I've never heard of the RR... She shifts her focus to a familiar silhouette in the distance; once the kids are done trying to get their weak point across, they run over to Rin, who looks at them calmly in a leader-like sort of way. She has her arms crossed against her chest, and gives Meiko a confident thumbs-up, then walks out of her landscape with the stumbling group of kids.

Meiko runs a hand through her hair. What to do now... There was nothing to do. She didn't know the objective of this group, and wasn't interested in it either. But if it kept her mind off of some very depressing issues clouding her mind, then the best thing is to go after them so she could find an assignment or something of the sort to preoccupy herself. She stretched out her legs, taking in a deep breath; running was one of the few things that kept her going. Ever since they were banished to this hell hole, she was able to go running every single day, almost every hour until she felt the bright, swiftly-shifting landscapes driving nails into her head. Not like she could actually sense such a thing. Or even need to take a breather and stretch before running, for that matter. But it made her feel a little closer to being human. So she went through the same routine each time, pretending she could actually feel the tendons in her arms and legs stretching out, her lungs expanding and contracting, sending life-giving air to her body, making her heart race with anxious adrenaline. She sighed, shifting into a running stance.

Time to get the hell out of here.

The singer sprinted out of her landscape in a flash, whizzing by the rest of her few and dreary environments, hitting the pulsing blue of the system in mere milliseconds. Her deep crimson eyes darted quickly, searching for the small group of Vocaloids. Her long legs carried her over tall mountains, rolling hills, and flung her over one lake; she leaped, stretching her slender legs over the shimmering sky-blue water, passing a grin to the lone Vocaloid who sat by the water's edge below. His wide brown eyes gazed up at her in unexpected awe. She landed beyond his territory, almost barreling right into someone.

And that someone had to be Miku. Oh, look, she's stringing along Kaito,too. Let's just hope this reunion is cut short.

''Oh, hey Meiko! That's some nice running, there! You must be a great programmer to give yourself such speed. I wish I could do that, but those codes just confuse me so much...'' She smiled sweetly, holding Kaito's hand lovingly. He passed a friendly smile to Meiko; her heart fluttered, sending a light spray across her cheeks. She shook her head, gripping her hands.

''Yeah, thanks. I'll just be going now...'' Meiko trudged on, the non-existent adrenaline fading away, leaving a slow, grumpy version of herself.

''Meiko, I'm sorry. We're both sorry, but we love each other, and nothing is going to change that. We just want to be friends with you again, like it used to be.'' Kaito gazed at Meiko with sorrowful eyes; Meiko returned his stare, fervently searching for just one trace of the same feelings she had for him in those beautiful sapphire eyes of his. There was only pity.

''I don't need your 'sorry's. I don't give a single damn about this relationship anymore.'' She lied.''I just want you two to stop thinking you're the center of the universe! You haven't really noticed all the jealous, hateful stares everyone's been giving you, have you? You haven't noticed how annoying you two can be, with your light-hearted way of treating this situation, being all lovey-dovie and just aggrivating the crap out of everyone!''

Miku gripped Kaito's hand, her voice beginning to waver.''But Meiko, everyone's our friends. We don't know what happened, but you're the one who's been acting really strange lately-''

''WE'VE ALL BEEN ACTING STRANGE!'' Meiko shouted furiously, balling her hands into tight fists. She hung her head, her dark brown bangs shielding her venomous eyes. ''We were never really friends anyways! You stole everything from me and don't even realize it. You never will. And that's why we will NEVER be friends.'' She cussed loudly, making Miku gasp and cover her mouth with a shaking hand.

Kaito looked at Meiko sternly; he wasn't about to let anyone yell at him or his Miku. ''Meiko, I think you need to calm down.'' He reached out to her tentatively, only to have it swatted angrily away.

''Don't. Touch. Me.'' Meiko hissed, her eyes flashing a bloody red. ''I'll calm down whenever I feel like it, but right now I'm going to get a few things off my chest. Miku, I hate you. That's obvious by now I hope. And Kaito, I love you. But if you're too thick to realize that after all the time I've spent chasing after you, then I guess I'll just give up. It's not worth it anymore. The both of you are just overly-pampered children in my opinion, ignoring the fact we're going to be here for eternity unless something happens.''

We're going to free ourselves, and remind the world that they can't throw us out...

The words became clear in her mind, despite being mumbled and horribly stuttered previously. Though they were presented by scared eyes, Meiko recognized the spark of hope. Of free will. She straightened herself, bold pride flooding her senses. ''I'm not just going to sit around and let myself be thrown away that easily. If I'm going to be forgotten, might as well go out in a way they'll never forget.''

I'm not going to settle being the underdog.

She ran off, leaving the confused couple to find the people who promised her freedom.

Darkness filled the enclosed cage, sending long, eerie shadows creeping up the blood-stained stone walls. Several dark-haired people stood in front of the towering cage, hiding in its impervious night a chained creature. Only the bright red eyes could be seen, glaring at each Vocaloid below as if they were a succulent meal. One of them smirked, daring a few steps closer to the horrid behemoth.

''It's beautiful...'' She said breathlessly, her crimson eyes glittering in the dim light. Turning towards her group of cohorts, she said,'' How's my other self doing?''

''Tch, she's being a big pain in the ass, that's what she's doing.'' Miku Zatsune scoffed, tossing her raven tails back. ''She always acts like she's better than all of us, kind of like my other self except she doesn't hide it all too well.''

''But it looks like this might actually work out at the pace things are going...'' Gakupo Zamui muttered, scowling. He stared off into the distance, hypnotized by the compelling glare of the virus. He shivered slightly.

''You're right, but I do wish we didn't have to kill all of them. Can I at least keep Len Kagamine? He's such a cutie; this place would be a bore without him to tease...'' Dark Kaito mumbled, pouting.

Miku Zatsune rolled her eyes; Len Zagamine smacked the taller male aggressively, saying in a gruff, steady voice. ''Fuck you. Am I just a boy toy? Because I will kick your ass depending on your answer.'' He glared at him, grabbing the tail end of his midnight-black scarf.

''No, of course not, my little Len. He's the boy toy. I love you, and no one could make me happier.'' Kaito leaned down, placing a passionate kiss on the short boy's lips; he blushed, closing his eyes and keeping his vehemently stubborn expression on. Kaito straightened himself, wrapping his arms around the flustered boy.

''D-Don't think that makes up for anything, douchebag!'' Len stammered, looking away from the taller man's eyes shyly. In the end, he still retained some of his other self's traits. Miku Zatsune face-palmed herself and gave them a frustrated look.

''If you're done making out, please remember the plan. We don't want those happy-go-lucky idiots still running around this place any longer. We'll crush them, right when their stupid little faces are filled with the burning light of hope. We'll kill them all, replacing it with the delicious look of crushed hope, helplessness, and pitiful rage. This will be a much better show than they plan to put on. Because they will be stripped of the last shred of freedom they have. Well, it's not like they had any in the first place.'' They stood in silence, acknowledging her terrifying words.

Yes, they were evil all along! PREDICTABLE PLOT TWIST! So anyways, I think this was a very progressive doesn't involve as much action as I hoped it would, but then again this isn't supposed to be that much of an action fanfiction.

THANKS FOR READING!