The Forgotten

Inside U.T

Soon. The plan would happen soon. Rolly, Tarna and I are currently above the Dining Hall. Looking over the railing at my side, I can see a couple guards. Not enough to make a panic, though. Our walkway leads to a ladder, which we sneak down. Once on the floor, we split up. There are 4 guards, and I'm taking 2. Ducking behind tables, I approach the first guard. For him, it's just another lazy day of nothing, guarding a bunch of hopeless kids. I figure these guys could use a little excitement, so I sneak up behind the first guard and wrap the darkness around my fists like boxing gloves. A solid swing to the head knocks him out, and his buddy notices.

"Hey, how did you get in here?" he reaches for his walkie-talkie, so I abandon the first guy and shoot a shard of darkness at it. Wires and parts go flying, and the guard growls.

"Stupid kid. I don't need backup, anyways." He reaches behind him and grabs a 4 bladed axe. Ultra Tech weapons always have some hidden surprises, and sure enough, he points the axe at me and a dart fires out. There's nothing I can do to stop it; it's going too fast! It speeds towards my chest, probably ready to deliver a deadly poison or something, and it's just so fast, too fast for me to move, and- it hits a small metal box under my shirt.

"There are benefits to being a zombie, you know." I inform him. He yells in frustration ( I swear to curses that I'll kill this miserable mistake of nature! ) and charges with his quadrupole-axe. He fires darts twice more while running, and pure luck saves me as they both miss, one breezing past on my left and one whistling in my hair.

"Having trouble? You know, I could help you, Wrive." says an unwelcome voice in my head.

"Go crawl into a hole and die, Evir." I reply, dodging a swipe ( or 4 ) of the axe.

"Oh, come on, Wrive! I'm still you. Just... a different you. Plus, I know sooooooooo much more! About Nerd Tech, your power, everything!" The guard ( he needs a name. Maybe Bob. Yeah, he looks like a Bob. ) is now staring at me.

"I knew they were possessed! I knew it!" Bob attempts to behead me in celebration, but I block with Mareth.

"You're evil. Evil stinks. You stink. Now go jump in a hole." I explain to both of them patiently.

"But I could help you achieve-"

"Okay, if you're not going to die, then shut up." I order.

"Aw, you're so rude, Wrive..." Bob now officially thinks I'm either possessed or insane. ( Both of which are probably true. )

"Okay, fine. Let me try again. If you're not going to leave this earth and go to a better place, will you please refrain from having a conversation?" Surprisingly, this actually silences Evir. Now I can focus on- the quadrupole-axe cuts a hole in my sleeve, scratching my arm. Yeah, focus on that. I grimace and continue the battle one-handed. Bob is bigger, stronger, and has a better weapon, and my performance gets sloppier as the swings get closer, and closer, and... stop. Bob falls to the ground unconscious and Rolly stands behind him, panting.

"Thanks." I tell him.

"No problem. Is your arm okay?" I examine my right arm. A cut goes almost from the elbow to the wrist, but it's not deep. A bit of blood leaks through, but it only stings.