Fan Fiction ❯ The evil rises ❯ One down, six to go... ( Chapter 3 )

The evil rises: Chapter 2

by Lone Gunmen

Authors notes: Nothing important to tell, let's continue the story.

Disclaimer: I trust that you all know, that I DON'T OWN CT or any of it's characters. They are all property of Squaresoft. Sometimes I hate those guys. However, show must go on!

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Time: 16,000 B.C. Place: Isle of Sun Keep

"Yes, this will a perfect place." The white-robed man said to himself, as he examined the island. "According to my research, this place stoods firmly on the bedrock. The mountains top is always against the sun, so sun always shines here." Then, he started to examine the island again. He walked towards the mountain, and was clearly looking for something. Until he found it.

Near the Keep's entrance, in the woods, were a small round clearing. He walked into middle of it, and made a marking to the ground. "Here I will build my tower, where I shall research this odd, new world. But, I think I need a settlement somewhere to the Main Continent as well. Hmmm..." He stood there, thinking, as snow quietly kept falling from the sky.

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Time: 2,301 A.D. Place: Arris Dome

Arris Dome was quiet. People were peacefully asleep in their own apartments. The green park wich was full of activity by daytime, was quiet too. Great oak trees stood silently above the silver- and gold-colored statues, which represented the seven heroes.

No one of them really wanted their statues in the Arris Dome, nor any other Dome. It had been Doan's idea: 'People want to show their grattitude to you. Building these statues is the least we can do.' And the statuettes had been built.

But, as said, Arris Dome was quiet. Perhaps too quiet. There wasn't sound of any animals or insects, which normally started to collect food, or to guard their territory. As, as, as every animal would be hiding, for something, something more dangerous than them.

And then somebody moved in the shadows of the trees. He moved with a demonic speed, and only quick flash of cape behind him was able to be seen. From tree to tree he advanced, moving to the door, which led inside of the dome. Then he stopped, and gazed around in case he had been seen. But everybody was sleeping, and only from one window came a faint light. He looked to the window, eyes narrowing, and remebering his mission, and his revenge. Then, he moved inside of dome, leaving the park as quiet and still as it used to be.

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Doan was in his room, planning the parade in the light of his desklamp. Doan was an average-sized man, perhaps even short. His hair and short beard were gray, althought his hair was starting to thin. He had not been slept well for quite some time, as he had been busy organizing the parade. He didn't want give it to the hands of anyone else, because it was his only important task. He was a member of the royal family, but he had given up the throne to his son, and stepped aside to continue his studies. However, he had asked to organize the parade, because he knew the heroes better than anyone in his era, expect Robo.

His room was ascetic. It was a square, 4*4 metres. There was a small bed, a desk next to it, where Doan kept his lamp and a high pile of books. In front of every wall stood high bookshelves, which were in terrible disorder. Several piles of books rose from the floor as well, and against one bookshelf was a wheeled ladder, which was used to take books from higher levels. His desk was in a corner of the room, and a small window opened up to the park.

In one corner of his room, was a bronzy hunk of metal. This hunk of metal was Robo, or Prometheus to anyone else than Doan or rest of the heroes. He was still the same bronzy, egg-shaped figure as he used to be. He could've been updated, but he would've lost all the expectional charasteristics, which he had gained from the advetures with his friends. Emotions.

The parade had been organized every year from that day on when the seven heroes had slayed Lavos. Very few even knew the facts or details about what had happened in that day, but everybody knew that they had been saved that day. And everybody knew, that it was worth of celebration.

"I need some ideas." Doan muttered to himself, and rose from his chair. The noise that came from moving the chair immediatly woke Robo from his "sleep", and he started to made beebing sounds as the systems of the robot activated. "Oh, don't activate yourself just for me." Doan said, smiling slightly."I'm just going to visit on file for some ideas."

"Understood." Robo beebed. Doan was already moving towards the door when Robo said. "Sir, according to my sensors, you haven't slept properly for three days. You really should get some rest."

Doan stopped and turned his head to face Robo. "I know. But thanks for caring." He said, before he left from the room.

Robo started to think about what had happened one year ago. He thought about his friends, and how might they be at this very moment. They had promised about some sort of a meeting, but he hadn't heard anything from them. Not even from Lucca. 'Well, it should be only matter of time when they will make something. After all, Epoch is the only way we can travel throught time now that the gates are gone.'

A thud from the hallway woke Robo from his thoughts. He immediatly decided to find out what it was.

As he entered to the hallway, he didn't sense any movement at first. Then, he saw a body in the floor, few metres from him. Doan's body. He started to quickly move towards it, but the it hit.

It went straight through his metallic torso as it would be paper. He started to realize that his power unit had been hit, and that his programs were breaking down. One by one, program of movement, sound detector, vision and program of sound producing crashed. Lastly, he thought of Lucca, before his head's metal shell was crushed, and before his memory unit was removed.

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As Doan came back conscious, he realized what had happened. Somebody had hit him, not to kill, but only to knock him unconscious for a few minutes. But why? He sensed sharp pain in the back of his head when he moved it. He moved his hand to examine the head, and felt that the wound wasn't really big, althought it was bleeding.

Then he heard metal scraping against the floor behind him. He slowly turned his head, and saw a robed man with a staff kneeling next to pile of metal. Wait, where had it came from? Then he realized that the pile of metal was Robo, who had been thrased. Doan heard the man muttering:

"I was too late...Damn that bastard." Doan didn't realize the situation perfectly, but he did realize, that Robo had been destroyed, and somebody was examining his remainings. He pressed the button in his belt, which was a silent alarm signal for the guards of Dome. The main computer picks where the signal is coming and informs the guard to move there.

The man was still examining the metallic corpse of Robo, when his hand stopped and his whole body became stiff. He had heard the guards. He rose without hurry, took a notebook an a pen from inside his robe, and seemed to draw a horizontal line in the notebook with one swift move. He put both notebook and pen back inside his robe, and took a few steps away from Robo. Then, he pointed the wall with his staff, and it look like as he had said something. Doan's eyes widened in amaze for what happened next.

A blue portal opened to the solid wall as the man lowered his staff. He took few steps towards it, but stopped, and slowly turned his head to face Doan's gaze. The man had a white beard and hair, and a white robe, but his eyes were blue as a sky. His face was totally bland, and no emotions weren't able to read from it. His staff was wooden, yet there were no signs of wearing in it. There was a blue orb set mount to the expanded top of the staff, so that only half of it was able to be seen.

The man opened his mouth to speak, and his words were as bland as his face when they came out: "You shouldn't get yourself involved in this. This is far more greater than you're ever able even to imagine." With this, the man stepped to the portal, which closed right behind him.

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Time & place: unknown

Dalton was walking down the dim hallway, going to the The One's room. He had got the part of that tin can which The One had requested. He had started to call his new master to The One, because he hadn't ever said his name, and because Dalton felt that it was humiliating to call him "Master". He still had his dignity. And he would have rest of his revenge.

Dalton clenched his fist unintentionally, as he remembered what had happened back then. Those meddling kids, the robot -which he had destroyed-, the cavewoman, the frog, and that god-damn prophet had ruined his chances to become ruler of the world. They had destroyded his golems, also. And nearly drowned him when they had pushed him down from the Epoch or whatever they called it.

He remembered that day like it would've been yesterday:

*Flashback'

The gang of warriors tricked Dalton into his own portal, but the portal spat him out few seconds later, ten metres above the ocean. The water had been cold, but he had only one thing in his mind: 'Must revege!'

As he swimmed in the cold ocean for a few minutes, he started to feel tired and cold. He realized that the nearest beach was miles away, and he didn't have the power to swim even half of a mile. He gave up, and started to drown. Then, he heard a voice behind him.

"Is the water cold?"

Dalton gasped in surprise, and turned around. He saw a black-robed man floating above the water, and behind him, was a red portal. The man had his hood up, so Dalton didn't see his face. He realized, that the man was the key to his survival, but he wasn't going to beg in front of anybody. He still had his dignity. So, instead of begging, he said: "Just fine. The water is just fine."

The man looked at him from inside his hood, and Dalton could've sweared that he looked little bit surprised. But, the surprise faded from his eyes, and it was replazed by something else.

"I am looking for skillful people as my, "employees"." The man said with a wicked grin.

"What sort of an employees?" Dalton shot back.

The man shrugged his shoulders, and said: "Well, somebody that will run some things for me that I'm too busy concentrate at, somebody that will take care of my troops, that sort of things."

"You mean as a servant?" Dalton asked through his gritted teeth.

"Oh, no, no. More like of a, more like of my right hand." The man answered.

Dalton thought: 'That doesn't sound so bad, but...'

"I'll accept. But promise me, that those kids and the others with them shall die." Dalton said, and waited for some kind of a question, or counteroffer. But instead:

"It is a deal, then." Then the man floated next to Dalton, and offered his hand, which Dalton immediatly grabbed to his own. Then, the man lifted him from the water, next to him.

"Follow me. We shall go to my fort." He said, and started to float towards the red portal.

"W-wait! How can I control my moving?" The Dalton said, as he was trying to gain his balance.

"Just use your willpower." The man answered, without turning his back, steadily floating towards the portal.

**End flashback**

Since that, he had been in The One's troops as a general. He had been gave a new armour, a new blade, and a new eye, although it was red. He had also gained some new abilities, speed, power, that sort of things.

He stopped before a great door, which led to The One's throne room. Well it was more like of a study room than a throne room, because there were all kind of books and devices, which Dalton had never seen or even heard before. The door opened itself, and Dalton stepped inside. He didn't know how the doors opened, there were so much things Dalton didn't know in this "castle". In fact, he didn't even know what this place was! Or where it was! The doors closed behind him, and he walked to other side of room. The One was looking to his magic mirror, which showed the vision of the whole world.

"Yes?" The One said, his gaze still on the mirror.

"That robot is destroyed, and I've brought the part that you requested. Here." Dalton said, put his hand inside his armour, and took Robo's memory unit from inside his robe. The One turned around, walked in front of him, and took the memory unit from his hand. Then, he turned his back to Dalton, and walked to his seat where he started to examine it.

"The One, I have been wondering..." Dalton started, and waited for some kind of a reaction.

"...I know." The One said, still examining the unit. "Go on."

Dalton gave a cough, and talked with a clear voice: "When you recuited me, why did you accept my demand of revenge?"

The One put the unit on the table next to him, and answered: "Well, it just happens to fit in my plan."

"In your plan?" Dalton asked curiously.

The One nodded, and said: "Yes."

Dalton realized that we wasn't able to get more accurate answer, so he gave up, and moved to the second question: "Ummm, why did you want me to get that unit." Dalton pointed the unit on the table.

The One took it into his hand, and answered: "This unit contains much information about the six heroes. It is very valuable to us. That robot was objective. Everything that he saw and heard, is neutral information. You see, when humans hear or see something, thay usually make their opinion about it. They start to think about it, they make conclusions about it. Whe can't be sure if it's true or not. But robots, they are flawless. They make conclusions only with pure logic, they don't form opinions. This is the only information we can trust."

He stopped, and examined the unit again. "I must only have that information out from this." He finished. Dalton stood there, thinking about what he had heard.

"Do you mean that with that unit we can destroy the rest six?" Dalton asked.

The One lifted his gaze, and there was an evil grin in his face: "Yes."

Dalton couldn't help smiling too.

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A.N: Yes! Second chapter. Boy, this was easy to write. Don't know why, though. Keep reading and rewieving. Nothing motivates better than a rewiev! Well, okay, being sugar high is good too.