Sorry this took super crazy long, I just have been pre occupied. Enjoy!
Remedy walked from her room out to the deck of the outpost. She overlooked the ocean and thought to herself. She was one of the first ego agents to make it into the loop purposefully , hoping to get some sort of massive medical breakthrough with the advance technology available on the Island. Her team of agents called her on the comm to meet in the main hall. She grabs her bag and heads for the stairs.
"Good Remedy, you made it. We have some interesting news pulled in from Bushranger." Turk said, turning on a holographic device. In the room with the fisherman also stood 8-Ball, clearly the most qualified for this team of explorers. He was quiet, and only nodded his head to respond. Some of the team still thinks that the Loop's effects have permanently taken his voice, contrary to everyone else who, when escaping, regained theirs. Remedy always had a soft spot for him, however she didn't know if he felt the same way. Whenever she is sent out on recon duty with him, she wants to pull him aside and tell him how she feels, but never does.
The hologram finally projects it's image, revealing an all white version of 8-Ball, except bearing the markings of the Island's underworld crime organization, A.L.T.E.R. 8-Balls head locks towards the projection, he seems to think that he knows who it it's, but can't understand what that feeling is calling too.
"How is that remotely possible? Is this one of the Loop's effects?" Remedy asked.
"We think this is more than that. A plan excused by the Chaos Agent. Some sort of cloning technology, similar to snapshots." Turk responded. 8-Ball clenched his fists and began to walk away. Remedy looked at him and began to walk toward him and increasing speed. She catches up to him and grabs his hand.
"Where are you going? Please let me go with you. You're going to get hurt!" She yells at him, slightly embarrassed but also upset at the fact that he may lose his life. He shakes his head no and tries to pull away.
"Let her go with you, she can have your back." Turk looked at him, 8-Ball nods and let's her go with him.
Time Skip
The two had been moving through the woods, looking for the white altered 8-ball. Remedy follows close behind him trying to keep him cover. She's not very good in a fight but she didn't want any harm to come to him, little to her knowledge, he was doing everything in his power to protect her and couldn't see her get hurt.
A bush in front of them rustles. They both stop in their tracks and begin to look around. The sounds of birds chirping and the leaves of the woods blowing in the wind. The peace broken when 8-Ball is ambushed by his white alter ego, Scratch. Their machetes clash and begin an agile duel between martial arts masters. Their moves were identical as if they were fighting a mirror. Scratch knocks Remedy off her feet to engage 8-Ball one on one.
"I've been waiting for this for what's felt like my entire life." Scratch said, his voice sounding as if he was speaking through a filter. "I will replace you, and take my place as the best." 8-Ball angrily strikes at the white ninja, his moves perfectly matching the blows dealt his way. It was like a element dance being preformed. Remedy picked herself up and tried to aim her pistol towards Scratch. He throws his knife towards the medic, piercing her hand and causing her to drop the gun. She grunts and holds her wrist, trying to get the blade out. 8-balls rage began to swell as he turned the battle in his favor. Scratch's cocky attitude became panic.
8-Ball begins to overpower Scratch, causing him to lose his other blade. 8-Ball takes one final blow and brings his knife to the neck of his evil reflection, slicing his throat, causing the clean, perfect white of his suit to fill with the dark crimson of his blood. He falls to the ground, holding his neck. 8-Ball runs to Remedy and helps her tend to her wound. The Med-Spray in her bag has powerful tissue healing abilities and was able to give her an on scene recovery, but she will need more for it later. She looks at him as her guardian angel as he looks down at her. He helps her to her feet. She looks over at Scratch. The wound he suffered on his neck was not deep enough to cause mortal damage, however it was enough to make him mute, unable to speak. She looks back at 8-Ball.
"Thank you, but I don't understand. Why spare him?" She asked. He looked at her as he lifted his mask just enough to see his neck. His throat covered in a similar scar, explaining why he is unable to speak. She begins to tear up and grabs him for a hug. He returns the affection. He picks her up and puts her bag on his back and begins to take her back to base for more medical help. As he walks away he gives Scratch one final look, an echo of his past self, but know he sees himself as someone who can help those in need.
