The Daemon Conflict
By: LadyBard
Chapter 17 - Face to Face
Inside the mind of the
viral general Dariem, a young Guardian screamed.
* * *
The large one binome
stared up at the muscular virus. Many emotions flashed across the prisoner's
face. Anger, fear, defiance. It was the fear that pleased Dariem the most and
had him hungering.
"So," the voice
of the general was deep and grating, "Tell me about this Underground
resistance movement."
"You'll never get
anything from me, virus!"
Dariem was silent for a
nano. "You think so?" A slight smile of amusement flickered across
his features. The general raised his right hand and extended black claws.
"I love it when they defy me. It makes torturing the truth from them so
much more fun, don't you agree, Valadare?"
The figure that stood in
the corner of the room was draped in shadows. An eerie red light emanating from
his right eye was the only indication of his presence, "Yes sir."
"Remove his clothing
format."
Cooper Black stepped
forward and ripped the icon from the binome's chest.
"What is your name, binome?"
"Tan."
"Ah, Tan,"
Dariem said, "I was once like you. Convinced that I could defeat Daemon
and rid the web of her evil. I see now that I have a greater destiny and that
is to serve her."
Dariem leaned towards the
binome and drew one of his claws across the captive's forehead. The binome
struggled against his bonds but could do nothing more. The general wiped the
resulting trail of blood away and licked it from his fingers. "I will give
you the opportunity to join us. Tell me what I want to know and I will give you
the gift of Daemon's power. Continue to defy me --,"
Dariem thrust one of his
claws into the binome's eye. Tan's scream was high and shrill.
"Now I will ask you
again," Dariem's voice took on a deadly edge, "Tell me about this
Underground Resistance."
When Tan was able to
function through the pain he growled, "Never, virus!"
Dariem laid a hand on the
binome's chest and sent a burst of corrupting energy into Tan's body. The
binome screamed again as the hot poison seared his insides.
"Realize,"
Dariem said, "that the more you scream, the more I like it."
By now Tan had broken
down into a fit of coughing.
"How would you like
it if I caused your core-com to explode inside of you? Or fill your lungs with
poison so you asphyxiated? That is my power. Corruption and rot. I know a
hundred ways to bring pain and I am eager to show you."
Dariem used his claws to
cut bloody wounds in the binome's flesh. The poison caused the wounds to
instantly fester. Tan's screams faded into incoherent cursing.
"Now, are you ready
to speak?"
"No," Tan
croaked after a time.
Dariem straightened,
"Bring the bug."
Cooper brought forward a
rectangular metal container. Dariem opened it and the black and red bug with wicked
pinchers seemed to wait solemnly from him to take action. Dariem lifted the
insect from the box and placed it on binome's shoulder.
"Eat, little
one."
Over Tan's screams Dariem
turned to Cooper, "Bring the woman up next."
"Yes sir."
"It pains you greatly
doesn't it, Cooper? Having to answer to me now."
"No my --,"
"I wouldn't lie
Cooper, it might annoy me."
"Yes, I can't stand
the fact that I have to answer to you now."
Dariem laughed without
mirth, "I don't know which is more amusing, you or this binome scum."
Dariem reached out a hand
and the bug came to him. The viral general placed it back in the box.
Tan had pitched forward
on his face. Blood poured from the many gashes on his skin. Dariem turned him
over with the toe of his boot.
"I already have a
member of your forces. I'm sure I'll retrieve information from her. Would you
like it if I put her through the same torture?"
"No - please."
"Well?"
"No, I won't tell
you anything."
"Very well,"
Dariem said, "I grow bored with this. Release him from the containment
field."
Cooper stepped forward
again. Since the keytools were no longer functioning, he was forced to use a
conventional file lock program.
"What are you going
to do with me?" Tan managed to whisper.
"Release you."
Dariem smirked. "And you'll no longer be in pain. Valadare, if you
will?"
The green-skinned viral
moved into the light. Valadare bared yellow fangs. The whirring of his
mechanical eye was all the warning Tan received before Valadare drained him
completely of his energy.
"There," Dariem
smiled, "You're free. Cooper, clean up this trash, then bring me the
girl."
"Yes sir."
"He may have told us
with further probing," Valadare commented when they were alone.
"I doubt it,
colonel," Dariem said. "Besides, I'm looking forward to getting what
I want from the woman."
An imperceptible change
came across Valadare's features, but he said nothing.
A few micros' later,
Cooper returned. He shoved the second prisoner into the room ahead of him.
"What a strange
looking woman," Dariem said. "What's your name?"
"Em," she
whispered, her fear was making Dariem agitated. "You're the Guardian,
aren't you?"
Dariem struck her across
the face, "I'm no common Guardian. I'm General Dariem of Daemon's
Army."
"No," Em said.
"You are the Guardian. There's a woman that loves you --,"
Dariem struck her harder
this time, "Shut up! You'll speak only when spoken to, do you
understand?"
"Y-yes."
"Your friend Tan is
in bad shape. If you don't want to end up like him, you'll cooperate,"
Dariem knelt before her and grasped her slim throat with one hand, "And
maybe you and I can have a bit of fun."
"No!"
Dariem pushed his claws
into her flesh until the blood began to flow. As Em struggled, Dariem pressed
his mouth violently to hers. When he broke the contact, Em slapped him hard
enough that Dariem's face turned aside.
After a nano, Dariem
laughed derisively, "I like a woman with determination. Reminds me of
--,"
He halted and for a
moment, his mind was filled with a screaming voice. Mentally, he forced the
voice to be silent.
"Lock her in my
room," Dariem said roughly. "I'll personally interrogate her
later."
"Yes sir."
Cooper yanked Em by the arm to a standing position and forced her from the
room.
"General
Dariem," Valadare spoke.
"Yes?"
Valadare again seemed to
examine him. The green-skinned virus was silent, but still the expression on
his face spoke volumes.
"It is for Daemon's
glory," Dariem said, "Do you have any objections?"
"No sir."
"We will have the
information we need," Dariem said. "Anyway I see fit."
* * *
And within the mind of
the general, the Guardian continued to scream.
* * *
It was unthinkable, what
was about to happen. After everything they had went through Dot realized they were
about to lose another one of their people and there was nothing she could do
about it.
The group of people cried
out as one as the flash of the pistol split the air and as always the clock
speed slowed. It took Dot a few moments to realize that it wasn't just their
imagination; the laser shot was actually slowing down. The blast was a
shimmering ball floating lazily towards Hexadecimal. The beautiful virus waved
a hand dismissively and the blast dissipated.
Silence descended as a
collective breath was held.
Then Hex vanished to the
astonishment of everyone. Dot was about to let out a relieved breath when Hex
suddenly appeared again, that time, right behind Desdemona. Her mask was a
hateful grin of needle-sharp teeth.
Screams erupted but none
as shrill and high as Desdemona's. Hex wrapped her arms around the resistance
leader in an embrace and with a maniacal cackle, teleported Desdemona away.
"No!" Dot
turned in desperation to Mouse, "Is Melissa here?"
"She's on the Mercurius
with Enzo."
"Call her now."
"Dot, what did that
virus do to Desdemona?" Dom's voice rose hysterically, "She's not
--?"
"I hope not
Dom," Dot shook her head, "We should have told her sooner."
"Well it's a moot
point now," Dom said, "We won't be able to keep this from anyone. They'll
be terrified with the two of them here."
"And I doubt they'll
get along well with Dr. Norton."
"She's on the way,
sugah," Mouse said after closing the connection. "She and Enzo."
As much as she would love
to see her little brother, Dot knew she had to concentrate on the matter at
hand, "Melissa may be able to find Hex. Dom, we'll look for Desdemona,
someone has to stay here."
Dom nodded, "I'll
try and prepare everyone for their being here."
"Can we borrow a few
soliders?" At Mouse's raised eyebrow, Dot amended, "Just in
case."
* * *
Hexadecimal gave her
jesters grin and was pleased when the woman cowered away from her. "Now
what in all the net possessed you to shoot me?"
The woman called
Desdemona didn't reply. It felt good to induce such delicious fear in someone
again. Hex had teleported them both to a dense section of the forest well
enough away from the rebel camp so that no one would find them for
milliseconds. She had dropped the woman at the base of a large and gnarled data
tree. Hex leaned over the woman and smiled wickedly at her.
"Now I've come here
to help and what do you do? Try to delete me. Naughty, naughty, I am quite
upset."
Still the woman did not
speak and Hex mused over the current situation. Would anyone care if she
deleted this woman? Perhaps. If Bob came back, and that was a big if now that
he was a virus, he might not like it that she had deleted someone.
Hex was pleased by that
although she figured she shouldn't be. Wouldn't Dot be surprised that Hex had
sensed the new viral presence the moment she had teleported to the Super
Computer?
Still this woman had to
die. Hex conjured a flaming ball, "This won't hurt - much."
"Hexadecimal!"
"Oh dear," Hex
sighed. She turned and frowned as Dot, Mouse, and Melissa approached on those
zip-boards.
"Have you come to
watch the show?" Hex asked sweetly.
"Don't delete her
Hex," Dot said.
"Why not?"
"It would be
wrong," Dot came closer.
"She tried to delete
me," Hex said.
"We know but that's
because she was frightened of you. She acted rashly," Mouse fixed
Desdemona with a pointed glare, "Didn't ya, sugah?"
Desdemona nodded once.
"What do you think,
dear little sister?"
"Oh you know what I
think, Hexadecimal," Melissa said, "But - Melissa glanced at Dot -
Dot asked me to find you and try and convince you not to. I suppose it's
because of this need that sprites seem to have to prevent deletion."
Hex shrugged, and caused
the ball of fire to dissipate, "Very well, I'll do it for you little one.
But if she ever crosses me again --," Hex turned and smiled at Desdemona
again and the woman promptly became ill. Hex beckoned Melissa to her and before
anyone could protest the virus teleported them all back to the resistance base.
* * *
The moment Dot and Mouse
entered the command center; Dot was greeted by a familiar voice.
"DOT!" Enzo
came barreling at her from across the room and Dot braced herself for the
impact but at the last nano, Enzo skidded to a halt. "I mean, Commander
Matrix," he saluted, "Sector Warden Matrix reporting for duty!"
"Well Sector Warden
you have my permission to give me a hug," Dot smiled and was glad when
Enzo complied.
"I've said it once
and I'll say it again, I hate to ruin this Photoshop moment," Mouse
said, "But we've got a few surprises for you. "Give me about a half
millisecond, and I'll call you." With that, the Mouse left the center
without further elaboration.
Dom approached them,
"What of the virals? Desdemona?"
"It was decided that
Hex and Melissa would remain on the Mercurius for the time being.
Desdemona is in the infirmary."
"Infirmary? She's
not --,"
"No, she's not. Hex
just scared her to the point where she became ill," Dot said, "Her
people are with her now."
"This does not bode
well."
"No."
"Dot? What's
wrong?" Enzo asked. "I guess the people here aren't too thrilled with
Hex and Melissa?"
"No," Dom said,
"I've talked to everyone but - well, they want to have a meeting about
this."
"A meeting? Now?
Surely they realize we have more urgent things to do."
"Yes, but - you know
what a volatile situation we're in. Since your friend seems to have some plans
of her own, we should have something quick and impromptu. Just to reassure the
people about them."
"Should they be
here?" Enzo asked. "So they can defend themselves if they have
to?"
Dom looked at Enzo, then at
Dot and a knowing look flashed across his face, "Yes, I suppose you're
right."
"I'll go get
them."
"Be careful,"
Dot warned, "There may be stragglers from the enemy forces out
there."
"I will Dot,"
Enzo rushed from the room.
"He's quite a unique
young man," Dom smiled.
Dot smiled as well,
"That he is."
"He showed quite an
interest in the workings of our facility. Does he have an interest in
science?"
"Well --," Dot
didn't know how to answer. Enzo - that is Matrix - had wanted to be a Guardian.
For a time it seemed that Little Enzo still wanted the same thing, but lately
...
"He's young
yet," Dot said, "He has plenty of time."
* * *
Two separate factions
that were once a whole gathered in the large second-floor conference room. Dom
sat at one end of the oval table, Desdemona, bandaged and bruised, sat at the
other. At least twenty to thirty people crowded the room, sitting on extra
chairs, windowsills, and on the floor.
Hexadecimal and Melissa
were sitting across from Dot and Enzo was to her left. Mouse still hadn't
returned and AndrAIa and Ray sat to Dot's right.
To Dot, this whole thing
was a colossal waste of time, but she figured they'd never get anything
accomplished if this wasn't at least moderately settled.
The doors had been left open
so those who couldn't fit in the room could hear. That suited Dot fine. They
didn't need any more secrets.
"I can't believe you
kept this from me," Desdemona said, it was the calmest Dot had ever seen
her. Perhaps her experience with Hex had doused some of that fire. "Has
our friendship deteriorated that far?"
"Our friendship is
not the reason for this meeting," Dom said.
"No, it's not. The
reason is that we have two enemy virals in our camp, how do we know they won't
betray us?"
"Now why would we do
that? When we have as much at stake as you do?" Hex smiled sweetly at
Desdemona and Dot saw the women's face go a shade paler.
"And just what do
you have at stake here? You're Daemon's children! She would welcome you!"
"No," Melissa
said, "she would not."
"We've betrayed her
in her eyes," Hex said dismissively, "so now we must destroy her
before she destroys us."
"I don't believe
you," and much of Desdemona's supporters made mutterings of agreement.
"While we sit here, Daemon's army may be sneaking up on us."
"My point
exactly," Dot interrupted. "We have more important things to do. Hex
and Melissa are here. We can't detain them and they could be invaluable to our
forces. It won't matter whether they betray us or not. When that last attack
force doesn't return, more will be sent. I say we put our differences aside and
concentrate on the matter at hand."
"I agree," Dom
said.
There are more
mutterings.
"How can I assure
the safety of my people?" Desdemona asked.
Dot drew in a deep breath
and slowly stood, "I'll vouch for them both."
Dot had never seen such a
look of pure amazement on Hex's face.
"Me too," Enzo
said, which earned him a smile from Melissa.
"Just you,"
Desdemona smirked at Dot and completely ignored Enzo's words. "And no one
else? You expect me to agree on just your word?"
"Not just her
word," AndrAIa stood. "Mine to."
"Copy that,"
Ray chimed in.
"Make that a
foursome, sugah."
All eyes turned to where
Mouse stood in the doorway, "Melissa and I got a little agreement, don't
we?" Mouse winked at the little virus and Melissa smiled.
"How
wonderful!" Hex clapped her hands gleefully, "Isn't it great to be
loved?"
"Very well,"
Desdemona said, "If we all come out of this alive, this and everything,
will be dealt with."
"Now that that's
settled," Mouse said, "Everyone needs to come outside. "I've got
a surprise for all of ya."
"Ooh! Are my pretty
ones here?" Hex said eagerly.
"That they are,
follow me everyone."
Curious, Dot filed out of
the conference room with the rest of the group. She did notice Desdemona hanging
back and talking to her supporters.
* * *
"What do ya
think?" Mouse smiled and raised her arm with a flourish.
"To coin a phrase
from Phong," Dot smiled, "Mouse, you are truly an artist."
Mouse chuckled dryly.
The twin laser cannon, which
sat atop their own retrofitted transports, were certainly a sight to behold.
Dot recognized them as the cannons from the foredeck of the Ravage.
"I used the
schematics from the laser cannon we used to seal the web portal, made my own
improvements and voila!" Mouse smirked. "Am I good, or
what?"
"Magnificent,
love," Ray gave her a peck on the cheek.
Hex was fluttering around
the guns like a mad enlarged butterfly, "ooh-ing" and
"aah-ing" at what she had termed her "pretty ones".
"Hex will be the
power source?" Dot already had her organizer open and was feeding in
calculations.
"One for her and one
for Melissa," Mouse glanced at where Enzo stood with Melissa. "Um --
Dot, honey --,"
"No Mouse, Enzo will
no go with her! I can't force Melissa not to go. She's Hex's responsibility but
I won't be able to keep an eye on Enzo during the fighting."
"I wasn't suggesting
that he go," Mouse said exasperatedly, "I don't want neither one of
them there, but like you said, Melissa is Hex's call. But Enzo'll be asking and
ya have ta think of a way to let him down easy. He really cares about Melissa
ya know."
It was then that Enzo
approached, "Aren't they cool Dot?" He motioned towards the guns. The
people were now surrounding the weapons showing their admiration and surprise.
"Very," Dot
smiled. "Enzo, sweetie, I need to ask you something."
"Sure Dot."
"There are civilians
here now, families. When I leave with the soldiers, someone's going to need to
take care of them. Do you think you can handle the responsibility?"
For a moment, Enzo didn't
speak. His eyes flashed with a momentary sadness, before he whispered,
"Sure Dot."
It was then that Dot
realized he had seen right through her ruse. Enzo was innocent, but he wasn't
basic and now she had virtually told him he was. He's growing up so fast,
she thought with no small measure of distress, just like Matrix. Would Enzo
loose his childhood as well? "Thank you sweetie, I knew I could depend
on you."
"Sure," he
turned around and walked away, joining the crowd admiring the gun.
Dot sighed, "He
knows why I did it. He's hurt, but someday I hope he understands."
"He will, sugah,
someday."
Dom approached them,
"We have a chance and a plan."
"Yes," Dot's
mind was already somewhere else, or more accurately, on someone else.
This is it Bob,
Matrix, all the planning and sacrifices. Now it's time for us to strike.
* * *
Bernard was a young
binome with what other sprites and binomes referred to as delusions of
grandeur. Bernie, as he liked to be called, thought himself merely ambitious and
destined for greater things. It was that thought alone that kept him at his
guard post, the massive twin gate towers, which were the entrance point of the
frontier.
The towers stood like
grim and silent sentinels, rectangular and eighty feet high. Each could house
about eighty-five soldiers. At the base and pinnacle of each tower were the
control centers, each manned by three guards per shift. Two guards remained
inside, warm and secure, while a third patrolled outside. Bernard was on the
parapet of the West Tower that night.
The East Tower parapet
was supposed to be manned by another binome, who had talked Bernie into
covering for him while he went down to the local bar for a drink. Now Bernie
was cold, hungry, and greatly wishing he could join his friends in that same
bar.
It had been quiet within
the city as of late. Sure there had been trouble with that underground
resistance movement, but the new general Dariem, and his right hand man,
Colonel Valadare was taking measures to quell any signs of rebellion.
Bernie buried himself
deeper into his coat. The combination of quite and cold caused his eyelids to
droop. Soon Bernie was snoring softly.
A sound jarred him awake.
It was so faint; Bernie thought he had dreamt it. He peered out into the darkness
beyond the glow of the frontier. He could have sworn he saw something moving.
In the next nano, Bernie
no longer had to worry about fulfilling a grand destiny. A wave of searing
light exploded from the darkness, smashing into the tower, obliterating the
structure and Bernard along with it.
* * *
The message was received.
Hexadecimal's screech
filled the air as she gripped the handles of the first gun. Viral power flowed
from her hands and filled the deadly machine. Hex cackled maniacally and turned
to where Melissa held the "reins" of the second machine.
"Like this, my dear
baby sister!" And the cannon burst with a second shot that destroyed the
other tower in a violent and blazing explosion.
Fighters came charging
from the night sky, being led by Mouse in Ship and in their wake the Mercurius
and the Libertas. The air was suddenly heavy with thousands of laser
shots as the fighters and transports breached the frontier and the gate guards,
caught completely by surprise, were deleted or incapacitated instantly.
On the ground below them,
hundreds of citizens, now turned militant poured from their homes and swarmed
through the city streets raising battle cries that roused those that had either
chosen not to fight or were not a part of the Underground. Some joined in the
fray wanting to assist, others merely out of a want for vengeance or action.
They grabbed whatever
they could for weapons, accosting any guards that dared to oppose them. When
Daemon's troops finally gathered themselves the Resistance and the Underground
were well into the city.
Hexadecimal continued to
fire in her random manner and Melissa emulated her sister. Buildings crumbled
under their onslaught and people fled, least they be crushed on the streets.
Out of the mayhem a blue
and silver comet split the night sky. Ray Tracer, leading a detachment of
troops on zip boards and rocket cycles fought the enemy troops for air
supremacy. Behind him, AndrAIa came on another cycle and at her side, flew Dot
Matrix. The two women exchanged a knowing look and a nod. AndrAIa left Dot to
land amongst ground troops being led by Captain Capacitor and his crew.
Nothing seemed real to
the Command.com of Mainframe. Not the enemy soldiers pouring from Council Hall,
not the guards attempting to beat back the Underground army, not the lasers
that lit up the night sky. None of it mattered. She was searching for one face.
Longing to hear one voice.
And then he came.
The cycle he rode, a
wicked-looking thing in the same design of the Ravage, was being piloted
by a girl sprite. Dot only took a moment to notice she had never seen the
woman's like. Her skin was flawless and silvery. She only took a moment to
glance behind the cycle at the contingent of infected guardian troops that flew
in his wake. They all flew low, underneath the laser fire, so much so, that Dot
could have leapt to the nearest rooftop if she chose to do so.
The girl piloted the
cycle to a halt and the virus surveyed the scene, a grim smile on his face. He
was hideous. It was the only word Dot could use to describe him. Yellow eyes,
devoid of a pupil still managed to exude malevolence. His skin was marred by a
network of pulsing yellow veins and vicious fangs protruded from his mouth.
Then his gaze fell on
her.
A very different smile
played across his lips. One of familiarity and of something else that made Dot
shudder. He turned back to a Guardian who flew nearby and gave a command. Those
following him fell back to join the battle overhead. Now Dot was facing the
viral alone. He had the sprite move the cycle closer, until they were within
shouting distance from one another.
Again he smiled, his gaze
traveling up and down her form and Dot felt an acute sense of revulsion. Then
as though they were meeting under normal circumstances, as they had countless
times in Mainframe sharing an energy shake at the Diner, the creature said,
"Hi Dot, what's processing?"
Dot's whole world
shattered. The only other time she had felt that way was when she watched
Megabyte send her one true love into the web. Only her one true love wasn't
here now. This thing had taken his place.
And like that horrible
time, when Megabyte banished her love into the void, Dot screamed at the top of
her voice, "Bob ---!"
* * *
They had planned ahead
for this mission. AndrAIa's troops had taken; what she had learned from their
Underground contacts; an important structure within the city. The office of the
Chief of Operations was in this building. It reminded AndrAIa of SiRCe. She
hoped her friend was all right. It was there, she was also told, she could
obtain more intelligence information.
The citizens of the
Underground had been outnumbered and had almost fled against the onslaught of
enemy troops until AndrAIa had arrived and had led them in a frontal assault.
Now, with a workstation at her disposal, AndrAIa accessed the data files and
downloaded everything she needed into a specially set up workstation on board
the Libertas. When she was done, she escaped outside with her troops,
only to be confronted by a group of enemy foot soldiers. AndrAIa gave the order
for retreat but as they fled down a narrow dimly lit street, more soldiers came
at them and they were forced to fight. AndrAIa drew her trident, warned anyone
who didn't plan on fighting to stay out of her way and threw herself at the nearest
soldier.
For a few nanos, AndrAIa
was consumed with battle lust. Her trident struck with deadly precision, until
the soldiers, seeing they were dealing with more than a weak defenseless woman,
drew back.
"Hold!" A voice
suddenly came through the darkness. The enemy soldiers suddenly withdrew into
the shadows.
AndrAIa halted abruptly
at the voice, so familiar and at the same time as foreign and as alien as the
world had been to her when she had first left her game. A grim figure strode
towards her. A menacing glow emanated from his right eye. AndrAIa stood rooted
to the spot. As the figure stepped into the weak light, AndrAIa's hand flew to
her mouth.
A beast faced her.
The game sprite took an involuntary
step backwards. No, this was not her love. This was not the man she had risked
everything to be with. This was a thing. A horrible monster that no longer
remotely resembled Matrix.
The thing smiled at her.
It was a lecherous grin that made AndrAIa feel unclean. Matrix would have never
looked at her like that.
"AndrAIa,"
hearing her name issue from its mouth in a low snake-like voice, ripped AndrAIa
from her shock.
"Don't you dare say
my name!" AndrAIa screamed, brandishing her trident, "You've stolen
him from me and I want him back!"
The thing laughed.
"What, I'm not good enough for you anymore? Look at me AndrAIa. I'm more
powerful then I ever dreamed. Now don't be afraid, I won't hurt you much."
He took a step towards
her.
"I said stay
back!"
"I'm hungry,
AndrAIa," for a moment, his voice was soft, almost pleading. "I
haven't eaten in so long. Just let me get near you, and we can be together.
You'll, be a part of me."
"No," AndrAIa
said, "I'm warning you whatever you are."
"You won't hurt
me," the thing taunted as it moved closer, "I'm your Lover."
"You are not!"
AndrAIa extended her claws.
Matrix made a lunge for
her. AndrAIa lashed out and slashed his arm. Matrix stumbled back with a cry of
fury.
"Game sprite
witch!"
To AndrAIa's shock Matrix
came for him again, the paralyzing sting of her claws seeming to have no
effect. She let out a defiant cry as the beast went to grab for her and her
trident exploded in its face with a light so bright that all those present
shielded their eyes. When the light dimmed, bright dots swam before AndrAIa's
sight.
The enemy soldiers turned
and fled. Her soldiers cheered but the game sprite barely heard. AndrAIa looked
down and the thing that had once been Matrix lay unconscious.
* * *
Dot faced the thing that
had once been Bob and knew she could not fight him.
"Bob," she
called across the expanse that separated them, "You've got to fight it.
Come back with me!"
He laughed, "Wrong!
I am Dariem of Daemon's Army. For her glory, I will bring her your head!"
Dariem leapt from his
cycle to a nearby rooftop and beckoned Dot imperiously to him. Dot abandoned
her cycle and leapt off into space. She landed a few yards away from him near
the roof edge. Not a very strategic place for her to be, she realized.
He leered at her again
and approached, brandishing claws six inches long.
"It's good to see
you again Dot," Dariem said, "How do you like me now?"
"I don't," Dot
muttered backing away.
"Come with me,
Dot," Dariem said. "I can truly make you mine. Wouldn't you like
that? You've always wanted me."
"I want Bob, not
this evil thing you've become."
For a moment, Dariem's
face was a twisted mask, "I can make you want me."
"Try," Dot
hissed going into a fighting stance.
Dariem threw his head
back and laughed, "How quaint."
He rushed her but
learning from her encounter with Ashar, Dot dodged out of his reach. Dariem
barely kept himself from going over the side.
"So it's cat and
mouse, hmm?" Dariem smirked as Dot backed away. "And speaking of
Mouse, where is she? Shouldn't she be saving the day?"
"Mouse is a little
preoccupied," Dot hissed. She cocked her wrist cannon, "Don't make me
hurt you."
"You, hurt me, with
that?" This seemed to be the funniest thing Dariem had ever heard.
Dot fired twice. The
blasts knocked Dariem back but he did not fall, "I'm getting tired of
this."
Dariem came for her
again. Dot jabbed her fist sharply, connecting with his nose. Dariem's head
snapped back. When he regained himself he smiled and wiped the blood away with
the back of his hand.
"You were never much
of a fighter were you?" Now it was Dot's turn to taunt. "This is
what, the second time I've cold-cocked you?"
"You remember, how
sweet." Dariem smiled. "I called you basic. It won't happen
again."
Unexpectedly, he
backhanded her. Stars exploded before Dot's eyes as before she could move, he
was over her. He grasped her painfully by the wrists and hauled her up.
"I really don't want
to hurt you," Dariem said and even as he spoke, he began to apply pressure
to Dot's wrists. When the pain began unbearable, Dot screamed. Then by some
grace of the User, he released her. Dot stumbled back. She looked up into
Dariem's eyes and saw ---
"Bob?"
Dariem's face twisted in
pain, "D-dot?"
Cautiously, Dot
approached, "Bob, keep fighting!"
"No!" His
scream startled Dot. Whether it was his protesting his own actions or warning
Dot away, she couldn't tell. Unexpectedly, Dariem slashed her across the chest.
Dot cried out as the searing pain robbed her of strength. Her knees buckled and
she lay there in her agony, tears streaming down her face, unable to move or
even focus on what was happening.
From far away, Bob's
voice said, "I'm sorry Dot."
She managed to raise her
hand to her face and saw her own blood. She forced her eyes to focus on Dariem
standing over her.
"So am I," Dot
whispered. She forced herself to raise her arm. The wrist cannon was pointed at
Dariem's face.
"Come now Dot, it's
over see?" He motioned skyward as though he had had some type of
premonition and in the next nano, several portals opened above them bathing the
sky in golden light.
"As you can see
reinforcements are on the way."
"No," Dot
groaned. Dariem was lifting her up again, with surprising gentleness.
"You'll be deleted
in a few micros," Dariem said. "I can save you. I'll take you to
Daemon."
No!" The word came
from her lips with her last remaining strength. Dot launched herself at Dariem
who, completely caught off guard didn't have time to defend against the attack.
The pair hit the edge of the building, teetering madly for a nano. Dot looked
into Bob's eyes and saw the glimpse of horror there before the both of them
went over the edge.
The fall seemed to take
forever. It was even worse than the time she had been shot. Now the images that
she saw were death and destruction for the whole of the web as Daemon
subjugated all.
From very far away, she
heard a voice screaming something, but she didn't know what. The end came then
and when she hit a solid thing the world around Dot exploded and then all was
darkness and silence.