Hybrids of Team Crafted: Cyber War

The Knight of Sekia

  Brineary gasped as he reappeared back at his own room, stumbling to find his step before finally falling over, his legs unable to hold his weight. His form shattered. His mind instinctively and frantically grabbing the pieces of code back together. No no, not again.

  The world blurred around him, sounds becoming fractured. Flashes of black, green and red flashed before his vision. Pain, coldness. Nothing. Agony. A crushing weight descended upon him, easing a split second later, before swiftly returning, plunging him into the dark abyss of unconsciousness.

  He had failed his master. That bit wasn't his fault. Israphel set him up to fail. His brother had been a despicable asshat, but Aryus never expected his sudden and swift betrayal.

  The dark room spun. He couldn't see anything. His ears filled with the clanking of chains against his viral form. He stumbled to find his balance, the chains jangling and holding him into place, but also sent him slamming into the walls of his prison. His head swum, as if floating into the vast emptiness of space. Disoriented without the anchor of gravity.

  Finally, light spilled into the room. He squeezed his eyes shut, his face burning with shame at the vulnerable state he was currently in.

  "Oh, dear brother, what am I going to do about you?"

  "Leave me alone!" Aryus screamed, his voice hoarse.

  "Don't you want to be free?" Israphel asked innocently," You can be, as long as you let go."

  "No," Aryus spat weakly, gritting his teeth," Do what you will to me, I'm never giving up my body."

  "Why, to continue your meaningless existence?" His brother's voice dripped with false sympathy," You're better off serving me. You should be honored! Together, we will usher a new era across the Internet, the era where viruses run rampant, unchecked and all powerful. With your pieces of code at my disposal, this will be set in stone."

  "Never."

  Israphel's expression hardened," I had offered you your one chance of making yourself useful, and yet you still refuse. No matter, I will personally strip every single shred of code off your dying body if I must."

  Israphel muttered a few words, his eyes beginning to glow a bright crimson. Aryus could feel his brother's power tugging at his form, as he gritted his teeth and struggled against the superior power through sheer will alone, curling into a ball with the best of his ability while waiting for the hurricane to pass. Tearing at the outer shell of his being, ripping and slicing like a storm of razor sharp blades. Still he knew he couldn't give in, no matter how unbearable the pain he felt, no matter how exhausted he was and how much his brain screamed for him to let this end.

  "Hmph," Israphel sounded disappointed when it was done. Indeed, he had obtained less than he had intended. His brother's will was stronger than he gave him credit for. Maybe even stronger than his own.

  He wouldn't allow that. He's destined to be the strongest virus ever created, he wouldn't let his puny, pathetic excuse of a brother to challenge him.

  Just out of spite, he set an arc of orange lightning shooting through Aryus' form. The younger virus screamed and jerked in his chains, glitching in and out incontrollably yet unable to free himself. Israphel smirked darkly, before turning on his heels and slamming the door shut, leaving his brother alone to his torture.

  Aryus gasped for air, his breath a hoarse hiss. Exhaustion overcame him, but he knew he could never sleep. Soon, the room would start spinning, and the dangling chains would ensure he could never receive any form of rest.