Fortnite's Revenge and Rebirth: Book 2

Chapter 6

The 3 younger slipped into the vents, with Jessies guidance they made it to the control room, getting in undetected. Kevin makes it to the control panel, and he beckons Jessie over, she leans over his shoulder, giving him a slight flutter. She guided his hands to the dome's program, and together they shut it down.

With the robots defeated and the immediate threat neutralized, it was time to evacuate the remaining city dwellers who hadn't been part of the fighting force. Kevin grabbed his walkie and gave the command to start the evacuation. Quietly, the city's survivors began sneaking out, keeping low and moving with caution. They knew Tyson could be lurking anywhere, likely enraged by the destruction of his power source and the dome's collapse. The air was thick with tension as they navigated through the ruins, anticipating an ambush at any moment.

After what felt like hours, Kevin, Alexandra, and the rest of their team finally emerged from the ventilation shafts and into the open air. The cool breeze washed over them, a stark contrast to the oppressive heat of the dome. Kevin and Alexandra rushed forward, embracing their parents, relief flooding over them. As they glanced around, they saw the scattered remains of fallen robots and the brave members of their team, their green catsuits gleaming in the sunlight, working to help the city's survivors evacuate safely. The sight of the once-enslaved city coming back to life filled Kevin with hope—they had made it this far, and now, with their family by their side, they were one step closer to freedom.

But Tyson was still out there. The city couldn't be rebuilt, and its citizens couldn't return until he was defeated. As the crew started to walk back to the base, a violent rumble shook the ground beneath them. They turned, and there he was—Tyson. His once-human form had been replaced by a monstrous robotic body, his cold blue eyes gleaming with fury. He radiated power, his energy crackling ominously in the air.

"Well, well, look at this! A family reunion," Tyson snarled, his voice dripping with contempt. "You really have it all, Jen. You have no idea how many people would kill to have what you have." His tone was mocking, but his rage was palpable.

Jen, standing firm, met his taunt with fire in her eyes. "And you think it was easy? You're more insane than that crazed man you've become. What the hell have you done to yourself?"

Tyson's lips curled into a knowing smirk as he tapped a button on his chest. "Oh, it's quite simple. I used your life energy and plugged myself into the machine," he said, pride in his voice. "But that's not all—I can do this!"

Before anyone could react, Jen and William collapsed suddenly, gasping for breath, their strength draining rapidly. Kevin's heart lurched as he watched his parents struggle on the ground, confusion and fear flashing through him.

Tyson cackled, the sound cold and merciless. "You fool. Did you really think Jen and William escaped so easily? Inside their arms are microchips—devices I implanted to siphon their life force. As long as those chips remain, I control their every breath. And if you fight me, you kill them. Their life force is finite, and I can drain it all if I choose."

Tyson's cruel laughter echoed as he settled on his iron throne, his words hanging in the air like a death sentence. Kevin stood frozen, the weight of his parents' lives crushing down on him. His mind raced as Brian checked Jen and William's pulse—still there, but faint, fading. Tyson's voice cut through the panic. "If that chip is removed, it would be ten times worse. It's connected to their blood. Any attempt would be futile," he sneered, his twisted grin deepening.

Kevin's rage boiled inside him, but he was powerless. He couldn't fight Tyson—not without risking the lives of his parents. Alexandra quietly stepped beside him, rubbing his shoulder, grounding him in the moment. They both knew the grim reality: the only option was to grab their parents and retreat. Tyson could drain their life force at any moment, and the longer they stayed, the more danger they were in.