Code Lyoko: Revolutions and Evolutions

Chapter 79

AN: Here is the latest chapter in the series, and the next eight chapters will gear up as is usual for my season finale. I will forewarn you; however, I will take a break from this fic for rest after my season finale. This break should not be too long, about two weeks, and then I will return.

I thank all of you who have been with me on this journey so far, and I am so excited and blessed to see my readership grow day by day. Thank you all for your support, and I'll see you next time.

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They were stranded. The warriors had gone to the protest only for it to be, as Ulrich had said, a trap. The majority of those who had accompanied them had been gunned down once the fellow supporters had arrived. Now, the Lyoko warriors lay crouched and hidden in fear with the remaining protestors as powerful bullets tore through the wall, separating them from a sniper far off in the distance. Suddenly a man peeked through one of the holes, and with a wave of his hand, the entire wall came down. A drone that was roughly seven feet on treads came through, and one by one through a series of precision discharges zapped the Lyoko Warriors in their heads and into the people who remained.

Then the warriors saw each other be taken by a team, their faces scanned by blue light, and then their faces carved painstakingly off while everything around them faded to blackness. They awoke but could only see their heads on a form of conveyor belt from the outside. Their bodies, piece by piece were plugged into them like the old snap of the Bionicle figures. The warriors saw others on this line, the envelopes as Jeremy termed them, and in time, they saw the others who were with them in the protest become acclimated to their new bodies. In time, the protesters' bodies arrived at a designated bay to receive eyeballs from a belt; a fine-tuned needle-like hand took the eyeballs, and the warriors watched in horror as the eyeballs were popped into the empty sockets.

In time, their time came with the ominous conveyor, and each warrior saw the machine pop in their eyeballs, and upon completion, their sight and senses were restored. They looked around; every person around them was given designated hats, gloves, general clothing, body armor, and soon, they saw those same people be equipped with specialized weapons of all kinds.

Aelita looked around, "Where, where are we?" she asked.

The place was cold and dark. The light that existed was only from a robust platform of six lights on either side of the long corridor she and the others found themselves in. The men and women around them were going through the same motions as the Lyoko warriors, and Aelita couldn't make heads or tails of it. There some unique elements as well that greeted her eyes. There were some people dressed to look like, and others had a gritty old-school military look.

A black rhombus door continually opened and closed with men and women going out in groups, and none ever seemed to come back. Aelita and the group soon found themselves moving as if commanded from outside, and Aelita saw herself being given a unique style. A brown stocking cap, brown aviator jacket, in her hands was a saber, and strapped to her back was a pump shotgun bound by a balaclava of shotgun shells.

A tall blonde beside her said, "Ah, you're lucky. Master that blade, and you'll fair very well. It's a rare thing to get a sword."

Aelita heard this, yet the blonde stranger's lips didn't move, but he looked at her. In his eyes were a real sense of fear and yet bizarre stoicism as if saying, "I'd say run, but you can't run."

Aelita asked him, "Where are we?"

The blonde looked at her, "The designated culling of the heard." He took a minigun and loaded it, and despite his stoicism on his face, his eyes screamed, "Kill me! Kill me, please!"