Prodigy | On Hold

Prologue

Albus could see the bloody and crippled form of his sister.

Her raven hair was matted with blood, scars running all over her arms and legs. He could hear the drip-drop of blood that continued dripping onto the floor, the metallic scent of blood in the air. His fingers itched to go check on her, to see if she was alive; yet he knew that if he made a single step, he would be dead and worse than her.

Albus's gaze traveled from his sister's body to the man that stood before him. The man held two guns, one pointed towards him, and the other, at his sister.

"Cecelia is dead." the man spat, his gaze cold on the young boy. "Far too young of a death for such an intelligent girl."

Albus could feel stray tears slipping down his face, the salty, wet tears dribbling down his chin and splashing on the ground. He clenched his fists, knowing that he was practically defeated now. "W-why?" he hiccuped his gaze back to his deceased sister.

"She was too much into my plans. You, however," the man paused, his gaze softening a bit, "Can choose." He dropped both guns on the ground, both making a soft clattering sound. "Join me." The man let out his hand, motioning for the boy to take it.

Albus stepped back warily, stuffing his own hands in his pockets. He could hear his sister's voice in his head, urging him to keep fighting. Al! Don't let me die in vain! Her voice was almost echoing through his mind, another wave of fresh tears sliding down his face. He could see robot parts littering the ground, buildings destroyed; his own friends, his two very best friends cuffed and standing in cages, watching him.

The young boy could also feel the gazes of the countless numbers of robots that stood behind the very man that had killed his sister. That very man that had led the world for hundreds of years. That one person who cost the most precious thing to his heart.

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The Dictator watched the boy, balancing out his decisions. The man had killed Cecelia, yes, a regret, but was it worth getting the boy on his side? In all truth, the girl would have been an excellent addition to his collection of hackers, being one of the most talented in the world, but she was too stubborn to join him.

After being alive for hundreds of years, he had learned nothing about sparing people. There was always going to be more. He had killed a child of the prophecy, but knew that one without the other could no longer defeat him.

The boy was fidgeting, almost as if expecting his death to be delivered to him. His hands were holding something, something that looked like a cube. The Dictator blinked, his gaze zooming in on the cube as soon as Albus had stopped moving it around. The man's gaze stopped on a red, circular switch that was sticking out.

"Never!" The boy cried his palm smashing into the red button, the ground began shaking underneath them.

The man stepped back in shock, shouting at his recruits. "Retreat!" His gaze stopped on the boy, his gaze as cold as ever, before disappearing into thin air.

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And... hello everyone! Charlie back, with Elite.

Why can't I have the first word?

Because I'm older.

*Huffs* Fine. Honestly, I don't know why you wanted to pick this scene as the prologue.

Well...

They learn of who Albus and Cece are. Sort of... right?

Yes, but...

One of them d-

Shh! Don't spoil it!

Okay... okay.