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The game began to disolve, and I watched Enzo lie there....helpless. 'No!' I had cried. He had been violently put into two pieces. I knew that Game Sprite mode would save us...but we would be trapped in the game...until we could win anyway. Once again the same game came up. I looked towards the window where Enzo was trapped. Of course, the game had restored his body, but he lay unconscious with the ninja like clothing on. The User had chosen me, and that was just fine by me as long as the Heartless User didn't pick Enzo's character. Frisket and I were put down unto the playing ground. 'Frisket, go keep the User busy,' I commanded the dog that protected Enzo, and now did the same for me. While Frisket fought off Zaytan (which the User seemed to pick as his character each time) I went up to the stained glass window which contained Enzo just behind it. 'Enzo! Enzo, sit up. Are you okay?' He slowly began to rise and he leaned up against the glass wall, absently. 'Enzo, are you okay,' I asked once again. He slowly shook his head. 'Then what's the matter?' With a burst of energy he turned. 'AndrAIa look out!' The User just barely missed me. Thank the Net Enzo had said something.
*Present*
All of these thought clouded AndrAIa's mind before she leaned up against Frisket to go to sleep. It was weird sleeping in a game again, and especially for Enzo. -Most- Users did not play at the late hours of the night, luckily this was one of those Users.
AndrAIa again was awake, deep in thought. She wished she was not in this game. When game was not being played nothing happened, only AI game sprites were out, and the lighting was dim, as if someone had flipped a switch. Her thoughts soon shifted over to Enzo. AndrAIa had noticed that something was wrong with his right eye. He had kept it closed tightly, and had not complained. Though, she knew something was wrong, seriously wrong. She remembered his eye getting hit earlier, but hadn't the User restored it the first time around? What kind of a sick person would not want to restore something that vital.
"Enzo," she called from behind the window. Frisket's ears twitched in his sleep at the sound, but he remained unaware of the outside world. Soon a weak voice responded from the window beside AndrAIa's. "AndrAIa...I'm sorry. I've cost you...everything. Your new home, a life outside of the games, everything. And I just wanted you to know...that I'm sorry."
AndrAIa looked over at the window he was in. The left side of his face was gently pressed up against the thick glass. She could tell easily that he was in severe pain. His hair stuck to his forehead with sweat, and his normal, vibrant skin tone had faded to a light green hue. She finally spoke, "Enzo you cost me nothing. You're the reason I came out of the game. You're my only true friend, my best friend, and whatever you do you will never disappoint me." She stopped for a nano and laughed inwardly at the surprised look he was giving her. "Now that I've told you that," she continued, "tell me how your eye is!"
Enzo felt himself smile a bit at her worried statement, but at the same time thought. She shouldn't be worried, it's just me. "It's okay, I guess. I have a feeling though that if I don't get some help soon it won't heal right." AndrAIa frowned at the way he was acting. She knew he was not telling her everything. She wanted him to get upset, and get worried, this was something important, and yet, he just sat there in pain, trying his best not to show it.
Knowing that he was in pain, she was thankful that the User had barely chosen her, and had not even seemed to take a glimpse at Enzo's character. Throughout the night AndrAIa talked to Enzo. She had wanted and definitely needed sleep, but she knew there was always the chance that if Enzo were to fall asleep he might go unconscious again, and that could turn into a dangerous matter.
They mainly talked of Mainframe, and of the fun easy life they had had when they first met. Each word of the beautiful system, or the time that it was that way, made Enzo long for it more and the sprites in it. He would get back to Mainframe. Soon.
In the early micros of the morning the User decided to play a game. Enzo and AndrAIa had noticed by now the User was very boring, and picked the same demonic character each time.
Enzo sat and watched as 'Zaytan' was placed into the fighting ring. Enzo knew that AndrAIa was an excellent game player, and hoped the User would skip him this time too. He felt a little guilty for wishing this upon AndrAIa and Frisket, but the pain in his eye, which was now to the point of almost being unbearable, he knew he would be distracted by it if he were to play. That was all they needed was to lose this game again.
The game went on and picked through the other characters, and game sprites with ease. Finally, though AndrAIa and Frisket were picked, and placed on the ground. By the third round things were not going well for AndrAIa and Frisket. In fact, the same thing had happened to them as when Enzo was Playing. The first round was simple for them, and they one with ease, but the second wasn't that easy, and they lost, once again round three would be the decider.
*Nanos later*
Frisket lay on the marble floor unconscious from blows he had received from the User. AndrAIa was not doing well either, and was soon caught in a corner, flat on her back. In one strike she was unconscious also. Unaware of what was happening...she was on her own and could not defend herself, nor could anyone help her.
Enzo watched helplessly as AndrAIa lost the fiery demon. Seeing her laying there unconscious he wanted to delete, it should have been different.
Zaytan placed his boney fingers atop AndrAIa's head and..... "Noooooo," screamed Enzo, saying the exact words as AndrAIa had earlier. Enzo soon panicked as the game did not restart. On what used to be AndrAIa and Frisket's character card a sign appeared, a sign of defeat. His eyes shifted across the room's interior praying he had just dreamed all of this up. The User still had to win against two more characters, and he wished that he would be chosen, but at the same time was concerned how would he fair against something twice his size, while having an injury?
Looking towards the gaming ground he saw a game sprite had already been chosen. Turning his head carefully so as to not pro-long his pain he looked at the window where his friends had been. A scowl easily formed on his face, the pulling of his face muscles caused pain to his eye, but he didn't care. He just let the pain run through...it didn't matter anymore.
The User only had to beat one more player. Enzo hoped it would be him. If he were to win this time they would be back in Mainframe, or so he thought.
His wish was granted as his glass window lit up, and released him from the prison. Being placed onto stable ground again felt weird. It had been a whole second since he had even stood up. How will I do this?
His legs felt weak and wobbly, but the thought of what the User had done to AndrAIa gave him strength. He wanted to get even. Glaring at the User with his good eye, Enzo waited for Zaytan to approach him. Stepping forward, Zaytan looked as though he was laughing at the small sprite before him. The User figured this would be simple.
Showing no emotion, Enzo battled out the User. This time things turned around a bit, but at the same time not all things were working out. The first round was lost because of his weakness. The second round was only won because there was a glitch in the User's program, causing Zaytan to move at an extremely slow speed, giving Enzo the advantage. The third round had hurt AndrAIa and him already. If he lost this AndrAIa would not be able to get medical attention, that worried him.
Knowing that it all depended on him made him made him nervous, and thoughts crept into his head, building fear inside of his soul. We know how this turned out last time. he thought bitterly.