"I fight for the users"
Those were the last words that anyone had heard from the defender of the Users Tron. Sam Flynn and his father had failed to stop Clue from escaping into the human world and eradicating and enslaving all life as we know it. Once Clue had reached the surface all "users" were forced into the grid, to be watched and tortured by the "programs" that had taken over the real world.
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*the flat neon lights in the ceiling of the small white tiled room clicked to life*
*Neero sat up in his bed, the scratchy plastic sheets sliding off his shoulders and onto his lap*
Neero: Today is the day...
*Neero rose out of his bed, looking in the mirror above his dresser*
Neero: "The users who repressed us, shall now entertain us"
*a slight smirk broke across Neero's face*
Neero: We couldnt repress something we didnt know existed
*after sliding on his Arena armor Neero walked out of his bedroom and into the brightly lit entry way of his small home*
Holden: Neero... your awake
*Neero nods, not looking at his father*
Holden: I am so sorry Neero... I...
Neero: Anything to repay your debts father
*Neero looks at Holder, shooting him a dark look* After all, giving your son's life in the Arena is the usual way to get out of debt
*Holden reaches out to Neero, who shirks back, avoiding his touch*
http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvnwvfavtn1qda7hjo1_500.gif Neero: D-Dont touch me...
Holden: Neero... please
*A women on the couch peers over, watching the two interact*
http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvk5howBEx1qfa2mro1_500.gif Neero: I have to go, my life in the games is about to begin
*The women stands up, walking to the door and opening it*
Neero: I dont suppose you would let me go?
Women: Not a chance, you are what your father has chosen to use to pay his debts... the arena intends on collecting
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*The roar of computer generated voices is heard, a liquid glass like arena is shown. Flat ribbons of light stream off the back of light-bikes, Discs in neon orange and blue fly off walls and through the air, creating arcs of blinding light*
Neero: How long do you think I will last in there?
*The women glances at Neero, her eyes quickly searching from top to bottom*
Women: You seem more prepared than most... almost excited.
*Neero takes a deep breath, images of the first games flashing through his mind*
http://i806.photobucket.com/albums/yy345/poorlyben/bvbn.gif Neero: I used to watch... when it still involved programs
Women: That was only for a short time... the only program remaining is Castor
*A large neon billboard displays the name "CASTOR" in orange letters across the screen, showing a sort of highlight reel*
http://i806.photobucket.com/albums/yy345/poorlyben/tumblr_lphet4RygS1qcqcduo1_500.gif Neero: A program for killing users... wonder why nobody can beat him
*Neero shoots the women a slight glare, a hint of sarcasm in his voice*
Women: This is their world now... just be happy we are even alive to play in it
Neero: Dont you mean die in it?
*The women gives a slight shrug*
Women: Whichever you prefer...
*A tall women in all white approaches them, giving a robotic like smile*
Sile: I am here to escort you to your room
*Neero follows the tall women in white down an illuminated hallway*
http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvhp6pNDbp1qjgdlbo1_500.gif Sile: I am Sile and I shall be your attendant while you take residence in the players quarters
*Neero looks ahead, muttering under his breath*
Neero: more like a cage for sacrifices
*Sile stops in front of a black, unlit door*
Sile: This is your room, please make yourself at home
*Neero enters the room, setting his disk on the black dresser*