Gear Crash

Chapter 12

Super Hot Guy Person woke up with a start. The last he remembered, the two annoying boys had arrested him. He was in a dark room, with his arms tied to a chair. He pulled hard. The ropes didn't come loose. 

"LET SUPER HOT GUY PERSON GO OR SUPER HOT GUY PERSON SMASH YOU!" He shouted ferociously.

"Now now, no need to fret, you will be released from your imprisonment very shortly, er... may I just call you Carl?" Carl watched as a figure stepped from behind him to in front. His face was difficult to see, because he was wearing a long cloak. Carl didn't like cloaks.

"LET ME GO NOW!" He yelled. The figure snapped his fingers, and an assistant came up to untie Carl. Carl jumped up as soon as he was done, cracked his knuckles and glared at the figure.

"My name is The Scourge," he said, "And I'm here to make a proposal. If you can defeat me in a one on one duel, you'll be free to go, and I'll give you fifty grand on top of that. If you lose, you have to serve in my army." Carl contemplated about this for a second. The tiny didn't look that menacing, but something about him made Carl... uncomfortable. Still, he was confident that he could win in a fight.

"DEAL." The Scourge grinned, then led Carl to a large stadium. It was empty at the moment, but it looked like it could hold thousands of people.

"Do you know what this place is?" The Scourge asked Carl. 

"ME NO CARE. ME GONNA SMASH YOU." The Scourge smiled.

"Well, this is what used to be the Yankee Stadium. People used to play baseball here, and there would be millions of spectators watching them. Now? They'll be watching you be reborn." The lights flickered, and suddenly, a crowd full of people appeared. They were of many different sizes, races, gender, but they all had one thing in common. They all had the same black cloak that the Scourge had on. "Ready to die, son of man?" The Scourge said.

Then everything went black.

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Simon noticed Kyle walking out of the restaurant. He sighed, then ran up to go catch him. Kyle had never been one for publicity. Kyle had walked a good bit down the sidewalk towards Simon's car, and was ahead. Simon jogged up to him.

"Well, that was fun!" He said brightly. He glanced over at Kyle's face. His head was clearly in the clouds. "What's wrong man? You seem like you got something on your mind. Spill." Kyle sighed, and then looked away.

"It's nothing." Simon looked concerned. 

"I've been your best friend since forever dude, don't try to bluff me. I read you like a book. Tell me your issues NOW."

"Fine." Kyle stuck on of his hands into his pockets. "It's... it's about Sophia." Simon groaned.

"I told you man. SHE'S NOT ON OUR SIDE! THE STUPID SCOURGE GUY HIRED HER TO MESS WITH US! GET OVER IT!"

"I know that but... my gut tells me that she's a genuine person, and that we should get her back on the team. She's a good person, I can just feel it."

"Can you get over your little puppy dog crush on her and just accept the fact that she betrayed us? We're not gonna talk about this anymore. I'm done." Simon walked towards his car and got into it. Kyle followed. The entire drive home was silent. Simon could feel the tense air around the two. As soon as they got back to the lab, Kyle got out of the car.

"I'm going back to my apartment. See-ya." He turned and walked towards his house. Simon sighed. That boy never learned.

________________________________________________________________________________Kyle flipped open his laptop. He was sitting in his apartment, on the fifth floor of the Saint Dewey Apartments Complex. His apartment was by no means glamorous as the lab, with plain white walls and a dusty oak wood floor, but here he had complete privacy. He typed into the search bar 'Sophia, New Maryland', and hit enter. Millions of results came up, with none of them being the Sophia that Kyle was looking for. Searching for 'Girls named Sophia near me' and 'Sophia in New Maryland' yielded the same results. Kyle drummed his fingers on the table. What was that thing that Sophia had always told him? The best way to identify a criminal is with their fingerprints. Kyle stood up. He still had the computer set that Sophia had used. If her fingerprints were still on there, he could run them through a fingerprint scanner, and find all of Sophia's records. All he needed was a finger print scanner.

Kyle ran back to the lab, sprinting the entire way there. He burst through the doors and ran up to Simon, who was sitting at a table drinking an orange soda.

"DUDE, WHERE'S THE SPARE PARTS ROOM?" Shocked, Simon lifted a finger to Kyle's left, then opened his mouth. Before he could say anything, however, Kyle had ran into the room. He dug through massive boxes of gears and scrap metal until he came to a crate full of sensor pads. He smiled. 

"I'm coming for you, Soph." He whispered, as his head began spinning with ideas of how to engineer his own fingerprint scanner.