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Reserve Core available... Now Switching And Attempting To Restart All Systems
Surf's eyes tightened before he slowly opened them half way. (Cue Troll Face song *Troll face*) He breathed through his teeth as the pain slapped him in the face and made him that much more aware. Though it wasn't enough to jump start his memory.
'What happened…?' He thought to himself as he slowly looked around and scanned his surroundings.
He soon remembered after he realized, to his own horror, he was lying in a pool of his own blood, which explained his light headedness. He also spat when he tasted the bitter taste of blood in his mouth.
'Friggin shotguns!' He closed his eyes tightly as he remembered the short event.
He noticed that his hearing was slowly coming back to him but only because of the commotion nearby. His eyes shot open when he heard Conor's and Jo-Cher's voice.
"You unloved rat!" Conor sounded to be in a lot of pain.
"That's what you get you a** whip!" Jo-Cher yelled with quite a bit of anger in her voice.
'Never heard her so angry before…' Surf thought.
Surf then heard a loud thump and a shotgun reloading… again. He knew what was going to happen and got up immediately, completely disregarding the large amount of pains coming from his chest.
Earlier, As In Right After Surf Got Shot…
Jo-Cher started panicking and hurried to Surf's side.
"Surf! Don't you dare die on me! Don't you dare…" She shook him, desperately trying to get him to respond, but failed…
Her ears drooped and her eyes watered when she saw that his eyes were already closed, which she thought for good…
She was too in shock to notice that Conor was coming up from behind her, with his gun already loaded.
"Oh nooo, my ssscreen'sss all bloody!" He said in a fake distressed voice.
Jo-Cher looked up at the screen to see blood slowly dripping down.
"I think it'sss your turn to paint ssomething, Jo-Cher… Don't you think?" Conor aimed at her head.
That was the final straw…
"NO!" Jo-Cher retaliated by grabbing Conor's wrist and punching him in the gut.
Luckily for Jo-Cher, the gun discharged towards a different direction, causing the far side of the desk nearby to explode in splinters.
Jo-Cher than wrestled Conor to the other side of the room before Conor managed to get out of her grip. He then hit Jo-Cher in the face with the butt of the shot gun. She fell backwards as she held her face while Conor started searching for bullets. He managed to get the box out but Jo-Cher kicked his hand causing the box of ammo to go flying.
He dove for the box but was cut short as Jo-Cher pulled on his tail, causing the box to fall to the ground and spill all the ammo. He slammed to the ground and lost grip of his shotgun. He tried reaching for it but Jo-Cher swung him to another direction and let go. He then slammed into the wall and fell down, leaving a small imprint of himself into the wall.
Conor hissed in frustration and got up, opening his hood to make himself look bigger. That didn't scare Jo-Cher though.
Conor lunged forward with his fangs out. He was too slow as Jo-Cher jumped out of the way. Unfortunately, Conor expected this and had his tail ready to trip her. She landed and he swung his tail, thus tripping her.
Jo-Cher found herself to be in the same situation that she was in back at Surf's place. Conor lunged forward once again, planning to end it once and for all. Jo-Cher saw a small wooden board to her left as part of the aftermath of Conor's rage. She quickly grabbed it and put it in front of her. Just in time too as Conor's fangs went through the board and became stuck.
"MMMPPHH!" Conor exclaimed as he tried to get free.
Jo-Cher hung onto the board, thinking of what to do next. Then an evil grin crept onto her face as she thought of something awful to do.
She let go of the board but instantly grabbed Conor's fangs instead. Conor's eyes widened when he felt the hold on his fangs. He started panicking even more and thrashed about. That didn't help as Jo-Cher had a couple dark chuckles as she twisted the fangs and yanked.
Conor screamed in great pain as he reeled back, free of the accursed board.
Conor started crying as he kept his mouth open, in shock that he can't feel his fangs. Blood trickled down from where his fangs used to be as well as some other green liquid, given thought to be the venom.
Jo-Cher got up with a smirk on her face and showed what she now held in her hands.
"What are you going to do now that you're as dangerous as a Chihuahua?!" Jo-Cher taunted.
The two fangs seemed eerie as they were no longer where they belonged. One of the fangs dripped a bit of venom as they both still had Conor's gum stuck to the top.
Conor stared, boiling on the inside.
"You unloved rat!" Conor screeched.
Jo-Cher became furious as she remembered why she was fighting him.
"That's what you get you a** whip!" She yelled.
Conor charged again with a fist ready to punch. Jo-Cher avoided by jumping once again. She landed away from him, near the side of the desk. But then she fell backwards, having lost her footing on the bullets that were scattered on the ground. Conor saw his shot gun in the corner of his eye and went for it. Luckily, for him, there were a couple of bullets near it too. He quickly reloaded his gun loudly and started slithering slowly towards Jo-Cher.
"You're a good fighter, Jo-Cher. Ssshame that the talent hass to go to wassste." Conor was panting lightly as he aimed at Jo-Cher.
Even Jo-Cher knew that she was stuck, and there's no way that she would survive a shot gun to the face. Due to the details, she let her ears droop in the feeling that she failed Surf, failed in avenging him.
Conor chuckled to himself as he neared her but lost his smile when he suddenly found his desk flying at him.
He screamed before the desk landed on him, pinning him to the ground with no chance of him to escape.
Jo-Cher's ears shot up and looked behind to see who just saved her. She ended up tearing up to see Surf barely standing there with his hand covering the hole in his chest. He looked at her with a weak smile on his face.
"Surf you're alive!" She jumped at him and gave him a warming hug.
"Something tells me that you missed me." Surf joked.
Jo-Cher let him go of the hug but then slapped him.
"Oooowwww!" The side of Surf's face that got slapped had the teary eye.
"Don't you ever do that to me again!" Jo-Cher pouted.
"You scared me to death!" Jo-Cher had puppy eyes towards Surf when she that sentence.
"Aw, Jo-Cher." Surf went next to Jo-Cher and put an arm over her shoulders.
"You should know that I'm tough enough so that it's almost impossible for me to die!" Surf said as he winked with a smile on his face.
"Well you never know…" Jo-Cher held her hands together as she looked down.
"Come on, look at the facts! I've gotten hit by a train, got in a fight with you AND Treador, fought quite a number of those soldiers of Conor's, and now I'm still alive after a freaking shot gun to the chest!" Surf counted the near death experiences on the hand that was connected to the arm that was on Jo-Cher's shoulder.
Jo-Cher gave him another hug.
"Maybe I don't have to worry too much then."
"Well don't forget that I'm kind of bleeding to death here!" Surf still had an ample amount of blood coming from the hole (IN THE WALL) in his chest.
"Yeah and some got on me too." Jo-Cher started flicking her hand to get some of the blood off that spilt on.
"Sorry…" Surf sweat dropped.
"Well isn't this a cute moment?"
Surf and Jo-Cher jumped and looked around to find Twilight peeping out from the vent that they came from earlier.
"Curious much?" Surf asked.
"Questioning much?" Twilight replied.
Suddenly growling came from the vent Twilight was in. She looked to her side and frowned.
"Now what's wrong?"
Then Blurr and Treador burst through the metal wall of the vent and ran to the area the "entryway" was. They disappeared through the wall, causing big waves to form.
"What was that all about?" Twilight asked as the Lisp that she still has with her floated over her head and into the room.
"I don't kn-" Surf was cut off as he jumped from the sudden sounds of gun shots and explosions, followed by a T-Rex roar.
Then all went silent…
Blurr jumped through the wall, all black from soot with a small fire alit on the top of his head.
"Whoo! That was awesome!"
Treador came through the wall as well in the same condition.
"What the heck did you two just do?!" Twilight exclaimed.
Blurr started explaining. "Well Treador and I just handled the rest of Conor's troops, right Treador?!"
Blurr looked up at Treador as he elbowed him gently.
Treador only looked at him with narrow eyes as he licked his thumb and put out the small fire that was on his head.
Blurr looked away from Treador's glare.
"Okay yeah, so we just beat up a lot of people outside." Blurr pointed to the direction behind him with his thumb as he put his hand on his head to put out his fire.
"Well I guess that gives us one more thing that… we don't… have to worry… about…" Surf said slowly as he started slumping and almost fell all the way to the ground if it weren't for Jo-Cher who grabbed him from under his arms.
"And there goes the feeling my legs…" Surf said with tired eyes.
"Surf, are you okay?!" Jo-Cher started panicking again.
"Just really… really… light headed…" Surf's eyes were going derpy.
"What's happening to Surf?... OH DEAR what did happen to him?!" Twilight got down from the vent but then noticed the hole in his chest.
"Oooh man… It looks like I can put my hand through him!" Blurr was being stupid and almost did that.
"I still have quills man…" Surf warned before he could.
Blurr moved his hand away from Surf as Treador glared at Jo-Cher.
Jo-Cher noticed and returned a favor by glaring as well.
"You know this isn't the best of times to… have a staring contest…" Surf said as he saw the glare exchanges.
That didn't really have an effect.
"I also only have, like, two hours before I die… and not from the blood loss."
Now that got their attention.
"What did you say?" Treador asked.
"I saaiiiddd… two hours… or death…" Surf's blood loss isn't really helping with speech.
"But but why?!" Jo-Cher shouted.
"Well I'm only using a reserve thing-a-ma-gig and it doesn't last, like, last forever unlike the original heart I had… it lasts only three hours soo…" Surf explained.
In Surf's vision, in the top right corner was a countdown in progress. It said 2:48:01 at that moment.
"WELL LET'S HURRY AND LEAVE!" Jo-Cher helped Surf to his feet and helped him start walking.
The Lisp in the room was trying to be helpful and push Surf from his back.
"Hey! Do you even know where the exit is?" Blurr shouted out.
"Yes! Now be of assistance and go to Surf's other side!" Jo-Cher yelled.
Blurr looked at Twilight and then Treador and shrugged, then ran over and helped Surf by supporting the other side of him.
Treador sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose while Twilight just followed the three after they went through the invisible door. Treador, reluctantly, started going through the door as well after a moment of being alone.
Then a voice started yelling at him.
"You're not going to leave me here, are you?!" It was Conor, of course.
Treador stopped and eyed where he heard the voice. He saw a tail coming from under the flipped desk.
"In fact I am; Solmal Gun Troops will come looking for you once they arrive."
Treador walked again and through the wall.
…
"But I hate my rivals…" Conor said to himself sadly.
Jo-Cher and the gang walked for a bit with Surf struggling to walk more and more as time went by.
Treador and Twilight were becoming impatient with Jo-Cher.
"Why are we following you anyway, Ms. Traitor!" Twilight exclaimed.
Jo-Cher, Surf, and Blurr didn't stop at the outburst though.
"We're almost there anyway." Jo-Cher said as a reply.
"And how close do you mean by almost?" Treador asked.
"Just around that corner!" Jo-Cher said with a chirp.
There was corner coming up which they turned at. A couple yards away was a strange device that looked triangular on the ground. It only stuck out of the ground by an inch or two and had a purple surface. In the center came white rings that pulsed like if someone was dropping pebbles continuously onto the surface.
Blurr's eyes sparkled, "Ooooohhh whatsit?"
"Our way out." Jo-Cher answered.
"But how does it work?" Twilight asked as she passed the struggling three.
"You step on it…" Jo-Cher had a dull expression since she had to give the simplest of instructions.
They rest of the group came up to Twilight who was hesitating about whether she should believe Jo-Cher or not.
"And why should I trust you, huh?" Twilight was being stubborn.
"Oh well then, I guess we'll step on it first then." Jo-Cher and the other two started walking towards it. Surf wasn't really aware at all of what was happening due to the amount of blood he's lost. He's lost so much blood that he can't even keep his head up without having the Lisp help support it. And as for Blurr he was being a bit of a scaredy cat as he looked with shrunken eyes at the triangle.
"Wait!" Twilight jumped in front of them.
It was obvious that she was still hesitant but she sighed and said, "I'll go first."
She turned around towards the menacing triangle and gave a drop sweat as she lifted her foot and ever so slowly set it down on the triangle.
Almost immediately after she stepped on the triangle she glowed in a blue light that deformed from her shape and shot upwards and through the ceiling.
Blurr did a long whistle as Treador just looked curiously at the ceiling. Surf paid no mind to what happened and Jo-Cher trying to move onto the triangle.
She managed to get her foot onto the triangle which turned all four of them (Including the Lisp) to turn a blue light and shoot through the roof. Treador watched that as well with a raised brow, not understanding how this was possible but he didn't question it. He hopped onto the triangle and shot up to join the rest.
Funny, right after Treador took his turn to get out of the facility the triangle platform started turning, and then it started packing itself by folding itself with smaller triangle folds. When it finished it was one small, thick square which then dropped into the ground that opened up a small hole. The hole closed up, leaving no trace that the transporter was even there. (Close call o-o')
Everyone flashed and landed on precious grass. Blurr jumped up all happy due to the fact that they're outside again, out of the suffocating facility.
"Oh outside I missed you so much!" He started hugging the ground and pretended to be doing a snow angel.
"It's nice to feel the sunshine again." Jo-Cher looked up and closed her eyes to feel the wind.
She sat down with Surf next to her in her arms.
Surf was smiling very weakly due to the feeling of warmth from the sun and the natural light surrounding him, for the first time in a while, he has felt safe. But he knew better.
"But now what do we do?!" Twilight started freaking out.
"What do you mean?" Treador asked.
"Surf is bleeding to death here not to mention that core of his that's he's using isn't going to last forever AND WE'RE IN THE MIDDLE OF NO WHERE!" Her shouting echoed out for a while.
…
"I don't think so." Treador said as he had his ears all the way up.
"Why do you say that?" Blurr asked as he held his head up.
"I hear helicopters." Treador replied.
"Helicopters, where?!" Twilight started looking around.
"Naaaaa…" The Lisp was having trouble with keeping Surf's head up due to exhaustion.
Twilight hurried up to Surf and took the shift of keeping his head up instead of the poor thing. She held Surf's head up with her left hand and let the tired Lisp rest in her right arm.
"They're quite far off but they'll arrive soon." Treador pointed towards the direction that the cliff was at as he spoke.
"Oh, hurry helicopters…" Twilight said as he looked worriedly at Surf who was still in a fretted hug by Jo-Cher.
Surf's eyes gazed lazily out in the distance to the ocean past the cliff. His eyes were closing slowly due to the exhaustion of his own but Jo-Cher would end up shaking him awake if they closed too much. However, the shaking would soon do nothing for in Surf's vision the countdown stood at 1:02:54.
Minutes went by as they all waited, Jo-Cher being more and more anxious as time flew by. But finally, in the distance were several dots. The dots then became noisy with the sound of air being beat into submission that got louder and louder as the dots got bigger. Soon enough, the shape of the helicopters came to view, clear as day, as they flew through the air like fish gliding through water. There were two different varieties of helicopters. One kind of the bundle was large, possibly made for holding an abundant amount of troops. The others were smaller and maybe used to check ahead to see if the coast was clear in enemy areas.
Treador walked a little bit up to them and then waved to get noticed. A few smaller helicopters started flying ahead of the group and went towards Treador and company's location. Treador walked away to avoid being blown away by the powerful winds created by the helicopter blades.
The helicopter settled down and out hopped a very familiar doctor.
"There you are Treador! How come we lost your signal?" Dr. Ricardo asked. (SNOOWWWYYY =D)
Treador kept his dull expression as he crossed his arms, "The facility blocks out any signal going in or going out apparently."
"That's a shame but gladly you managed to find experiment 546, right?" Dr. Ricardo walked up to Treador.
"Ricardo, this is not the time to be all happy at all." Treador scratched his head, not putting the urgency in his voice to address the situation better.
"Why ever not?" Ricardo didn't understand.
Treador stepped out of the way so Ricardo could finally see the reason why this isn't a happy time.
"Oh…" Ricardo ran up to Twilight, Jo-Cher, and Surf with the same worry that he had on his face when Surf was hospitalized after battling Treador.
Surf had his eyes all the way closed again which Jo-Cher had missed. Ricardo put his hand on his shoulder and shook him gently, "Surf don't pass out on me now."
Ricardo eyes were wide once he noticed the giant hole in the chest where his heart core was supposed to be.
"Hmm…?" One of Surf's eyes widened from the shaking but the other only half opened, like that sleepy look some people have.
"I need you to keep yourself awake Surf, got that?"
"Mmmh…" Surf indicated that he understood but he seemed to be really struggling in keeping awake now.
Ricardo frowned.
"Jo-Cher, I'll need you to help keep him up if he can't manage by himself."
Jo-Cher nodded.
Ricardo ran towards the helicopter that landed with his and yelled something that none heard. Soon after a couple of people in doctor clothing came running out with a gurney that had some sort of generator looking thing attached from below it. They placed the gurney next to Jo-Cher, Twilight (and Lisp), and Surf then said that they'll handle it from here.
Jo-Cher was reluctant but soon enough, she let the doctors take Surf and place him on the gurney. Before they started moving the gurney to the helicopter they immediately started messing with the generator machine that was below the gurney. Two on each side pressed a button that was, of course, on each side. The generator hissed and let some steam out as pipes popped from the sides.
The doctors took the pipes and put them on robotic places on Surf's body.
One on the palm of his hand, another was managed to be placed on his chest, the pipe ended up connecting all the broken wires and tubes to itself, one was on his left knee, and the last was placed on his shoulder.
One of the extra doctors had a miniature Respiratory Life Support System and put the oxygen mask on for Surf.
Surf looked to finally be relaxed and pain-free once they put all that stuff on for him.
In his vision the countdown disappeared and was replaced with, Support Energy Core In Use…
Ricardo came up to him and patted his forehead, "its fine for you to sleep now if you want."
Surf passed out on "Sleep" since he was THAT tired.
"He looks so adorable when he's asleep…" Jo-Cher was on the other side of the gurney with her arms resting on the side.
"Well it's been a while Jo-Cher!" Ricardo exclaimed.
"Yeah… it has hasn't it…?" Jo-Cher was remembered about Treador and everyone else knowing her secret.
Speaking of the devil, Treador came up to the gurney as well. (Party at the gurney!)
"So have you found out about anything, Treador?" Ricardo turned to the serious cougar.
Treador immediately eyed Jo-Cher. Jo-Cher's guilt showed on her face and she looked away.
After careful consideration, Treador spoke.
"None that is much of importance but I should let you know that Conor himself is stuck under a desk in his office, if we hurry we can catch him and make sure he never sees the light of dawn again."
Jo-Cher's ears shot up in surprise and she looked at Treador, astonished.
"Is he now?" Ricardo seemed excited.
He pressed something in his ear that made a short beep sound and started talking about surrounding the area to make sure no one got in or out, then about having men get into that crater that he saw on the way to land.
"Okay docs, load Surf up to the helicopter, we need to get him some better treatment soon."
As the doctors moved Surf and the gurney Jo-Cher confronted Treador.
"Thanks for that… I guess I… really owe you one." Jo-Cher was having trouble finding the words for that sentence since she has never spoken to anyone like so.
"Don't mention it… seriously." Treador looked off at the horizon during the small talk as Ricardo came back.
"Anyway, so who's that over there?" Ricardo pointed at Twilight was watching, with the Lisp next to her head, the helicopters landing far away where she thought was near the crater that Surf caused.
"That's Twilight, she was a prisoner here along with Surf, but they got out together." Treador explained.
"Well as long as she's friendly then I have no problem with her, but… is that a Lisp…?" Ricardo looked suspiciously at Twilight now.
"Why yes, yes it is." Jo-Cher said. (Half half reference ^w^)
Ricardo had a face of lost trust.
"But don't worry that Lisp is friendly." Treador mentioned.
"NO SUCH THING!" Ricardo yelled in an outburst.
"Well that Lisp has done nothing to hurt any of us ever since Twilight gave it another chance." Jo-Cher added.
Ricardo stopped his tiny tantrum and looked strangely at the Lisp.
"All right… then who's that?" He pointed towards Blurr who was cloud gazing at the moment.
"Oh that's Blurr; you know… the one who gives us such hell as a T-Rex." Treador whispered.
"Impossible…" Ricardo denied.
"Well believe it." Jo-Cher said.
"But how about now, why is he not giving so much hell now?" Ricardo asked, puzzled.
"Beecccaaauuuzzzee… He had a collar that mind controlled him soooo…" Jo-Cher answered.
"Hmm…" Ricardo was interested by the two's story.
"Maybe we should leave, we always planned on blowing the whole facility up if we ever found it… and I think everyone's going to follow that rule so…" Ricardo started heading for the helicopter he was originally in.
Ricardo hopped in but poked his head out and signaled that they should get in the helicopter with him. Jo-Cher started skipping towards it while Treador yelled at the other two that we all needed to go.
They all boarded the helicopter as it was starting up. Ricardo handed everyone headphones so that they could still communicate.
First thing heard was Jo-Cher's worry, "Is Surf going to be okay?"
"He'll be just fine, though he'll be hospitalized for quite some time from that wound of his." Ricardo reassured.
"So you're this Dr. Ricardo guy that Conor kept talking about?" Twilight asked as she kept the Lisp on her lap.
Ricardo glared at the Lisp that was sleeping in her lap, "So Conor spoke about me huh?"
"You were all he ever talked about, like how one day he'll rule over your facility or that he'll kill you all but then the subject changed to a different person that he never mentioned the name of, I'm guessing that he was originally talking about Surf." Twilight explained.
"Yeah I don't doubt the chance of Surf having been the next subject." Ricardo agreed.
"Whooaa man, we're going so fast by the water!" Blurr was looking out his side and saw the sea speeding by.
"Be careful now, you won't want to fall out." Ricardo warned.
"I'm not going to fall out!" Blurr became cocky and leaned out of the helicopter to see the view better.
Treador, who's sitting next to Blurr, looked at him then had a sly grin on his face. He pushed Blurr and he lost his balance.
"Waaahhh!" Blurr flailed his arms but ended up falling out of the helicopter, though at the last second Treador grabbed his ankle.
Once he pulled Blurr back into the helicopter Blurr used his claws to grab a hold of the seat that he was sitting in and didn't seem to have the chance of letting go anytime soon. He was shaking with widened eyes.
Treador and everybody laughed at Blurr's dangerous fall, even Blurr started laughing at himself after a while.
In the helicopter nearby Surf lay peacefully on his gurney bed. In his mind he sensed the happiness and the family-like connection coming from the other helicopter. The doctors didn't see, but under his mask he smiled.
Ahhhhhhh some you ppl thought he was DEEAAADDD
Yeaaaahh but NOPE *Troll face*
I hoped you liked the really long chapter... amazingly I think this story is almost done D:
I know sad it is
Never really wanted to think of the day when the story will be *sniff* complete...
They grow up so fast! *Blows nose in tissue*
But yeah, see ya next chapter and don't forget to review!