Yay, 75 visitors! Sorry, I ish kinda depressed. My family won't let me go see Tron again, so I'm a little poopoofaced.
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Rachel's POV
I twirled the black baton around and around in my hand as I listened to Lucindre cover the final details. Ever since the download, I had felt a lot better. Much better than I had ever felt in my life, really. Lucindre closed the hologram. She and Quinn were going to blast into the Arena in Light Runners and grab the boys, while I zoomed in on a Light Cycle and caused a distraction so the others could get out. Quinn had that look on her face, the one she had on whenever she was head Cheerio. Lucindre grabbed two batons and handed one to Quinn.
"Just in case. Since you already have one, and I'm assuming your friends will have one each as well, this is in case we don't get out." Quinn nodded, honey blond hair bobbing up and down. "Let's go. Quicker we get in, quicker we get out. Got it?" We stalked outside. It wasn't cold. It wasn't warm. I saw Quinn slide into the driver's seat of her Runner. I hoped the boys would trust the two. Quinn and Lucindre took off, and I twirled my baton. I started to run. I squeezed the baton, and within seconds, I found myself encased in a sleek silver Cycle. I took off, catching up to Lucindre and Quinn in a matter of seconds.
I could see it up ahead. The Arena, ablaze with lights and sound rising up like bubbles in a boiling pot. I heard Quinn sigh. I looked over at her.
"Such a bright place for things so dark." I nodded. "It's ironic."
"It is, it is. You lose a lot in there." Lucindre's voice was bitter. I wondered if she had lost someone in there. I wasn't going to ask though.
We drove towards the deadly Arena in silence.
Jesse's POV
We were in another arena, except I could see that it had ramps. Puck looked around. He seemed pretty nervous. Clu and a few of his group were standing across from us. Puck and I were handed silvery batons. Puck waved it around like a sword. Clu smirked.
"You don't use it like that, User." He smirked at us.
Puck looked ready to slug him. Suddenly, Clu and his group started running. They had their batons out, and in a few seconds they had been encased in something that seemed to be like a motorcycle. Three other programs rose up next to us. They looked at us and ran, getting into their vehicles. I shrugged and looked at Puck.
"Here goes nothing," I mumbled as I ran forward and squeezed the baton. I was encased in the cycle within seconds. I saw Puck head down on of the ramps. One of Clu's men pulled up next to one of the other programs on our team and cut in front. The program blew into pieces. I gasped. Those walls of light were deadly too.
Two programs closed in on me. My eyes widened. Aha! There. A ramp. I swerved down it, causing the two programs on top to crash into each other. I saw Puck force another program into the wall.
I realized it was only Clu and one of his men against Puck and me.
"We have to work together!" I curved towards Puck.
"Got it!" We went down a ramp.
Rachel's POV
We raced along the outskirts of the Grid in silence after. I was quiet, not just because no one was talking, but because I was thinking. I was worried to death about Jesse. I hoped he was okay. Honestly, I didn't know if he was a good fighter or not. The most violence I had EVER seen out of him was when he egged me on the head last year.
I sighed. The silence was unnerving. I didn't know if this was going to work or not. But for all of our sakes, I had to hope it did. I heard Quinn take a heaving deep breath.
"You okay Quinn?" A note of concern crept into my voice.
"I'm fine. Just worried, as usual." Her voice was quivery.
"Well, we'll be fine. We'll get them both out and we'll be back in New York in no time." Quinn sighed breathily.
"Yup. No time." I worried, but I had no time to think about it. We were closing in fast on the Arena, the Arena with its bright lights and loud cheering.
"Here we go," I muttered to myself as Lucindre fired a missile at the silvery wall of the death trap in front of us.
Jesse's POV
Puck cut in front of the guard, and with a slightly muffled scream, dissolved. I cheered quietly. But we still had Clu chasing after us.
"We need to split up, Puck!" He nodded and swerved off to the left. I went up the ramp and swerved. I heard a muffled boom and the wall of the arena exploded in a burst of shards. I heard Puck yelp. He was right near it and his cycle disappeared. I drove over to him, hoping Clu wouldn't get towards them. Another of the cycles followed two car-looking vehicles in.
The cycle fell apart in a shattering of cubes. The top of the two cars popped open. Two people stepped out, disks in hand. One of the people's helmets retracted back. I gasped. Quinn.
"Jesse! Puck! Get in!" I looked at the other person. They weren't standing like my Rachel did. Quinn rolled her eyes. "Just get in! We'll explain later." Puck jumped in with Quinn and I jumped in the other. The other person turned their head towards me. I frowned.
The driver was waiting in the car. Their helmet had been removed. It was a girl. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a messy bun, brown eyes concentrated on the screen in front of her. She looked over at me, then nodded to the other person. Wait. If this woman was here, and Quinn was in the other car…
The person standing alone was Rachel.
Yay for dramaticness!
Songs: Oh, the entire Tron soundtrack. I'm too lazy to list. :P
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