Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ D.A.R.Y.L. ❯ The Secret's Out! ( Chapter 3 )

The Secret's Out!

 

 

 

A group of scientists were gathered around a large cylinder with a window. Inside the cylinder was what appeared to be pink electricity. “Amazing” “Wonderous!” “Magnificent!” “And it's good too.” Were all things muttered among the scientists.

 

Arnold Schneider, the janitor, walked up to the back of the cylinder. He was dressed in the standard cleaning uniform, with his name on it. He had light brown hair that was neat and tidy.

 

Arnold saw the door on the back of the container and read the sign. “Big power?” He asked. “Big power means big messes!” He marched into the door, taking no notice of the warning written beneath what he read.

 

“Amazing Dr. Onan!” A scientist exclaimed. Dr. Onan stood in front of the tank. Dr. Onan had blonde hair and a wrinkled face. His eyes were large, and his left arm moved with amazing speed while he talked.

 

“The energy we obtained from that chunk of an asteroid,” Dr. Onan said, “can greatly improve the world and, as my financial advisors tell me, turn quite a profit for Onan Industries and Son.”

 

One of the scientists raised her hand. “Is the energy supposed to look like an idiot janitor writhing in agony?” She asked. Dr. Onan raised an eyebrow in surprise and turned around.

 

The window of the container busted open and Arnold stepped out. Only something was different. Electricity was encircling his body and his hair was spiked up.

 

“So…hungry…” He said as he walked over to one of the scientists. He grabbed the scientist, and something started happening. Electricity seemed to be coming out of the scientist, and going into Arnold. The scientist passed out and Arnold dropped him. “Still…hungry…”

 

Arnold raised his hand and a bolt of electricity shot out and hit the wall. The wall exploded, revealing the outside world. “Lots…of…energy…” Arnold said as he walked out of the hole he made.

 

Dr. Onan took out a cell phone. “Andrew?” He asked on the phone, “We may have a slight problem. Find a way into getting Daryl to handle it.”

 

 

 

The Digital Bean was one of the most popular places in Orsonburg. It was a cyber café, and Daryl and his friends spent most of their free time there. One Mr. Jingle-heimer-schmit ran it.

 

Daryl looked at the atlas he had brought. “What do you know?” He said to himself. “Singapore is in Malaysia.” “It's no wonder you're failing geography.” A voice said. Daryl turned around and saw Andrew.

 

“Great.” Daryl said. “One of the three people I hate has found out how to bug me after school.” Andrew raised an eyebrow in curiosity. “I know who the second one is, but who's the third?” He asked. “Byron Shivsky.” Daryl muttered. “Your time will come.”

 

“Isn't Byron Shivsky a first grader?” Andrew asked. “Yeah,” Daryl said angrily, “a first grader who stole my pants, hat, and shoes all in one fell swoop!” Andrew just nodded at Daryl like he was crazy.

 

“I need to ask a…” Andrew stopped as if what he was about to say was poison. “Ask a…” Daryl stared impatiently. “Ask a…” Daryl slapped him on the back as hard as he could. “FAVOR!” Andrew blurted out, like he had choked on the word.

 

Andrew led him out of The Digital Bean, and into a dark alleyway. “Look,” Andrew said. “I need you to take this box,” he took out a small box, “to my dad, at Onan Industries and Son. If you do that, I'll give you this.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash.

 

Daryl's mouth hung open. “You- you're giving that away?” He asked in disbelief. “Yes.” Andrew said. “Now listen. Don't open the box, and don't bring your friends.”

 

Daryl nodded, and ran off. Andrew took out his cell phone. “Everything's ready Doctor.” He said. “Yes, I gave him the bait. He's too curious to not open the box. Let's just hope he can finish the monster.”

 

 

 

Daryl looked at his watch at a subway station. The train to the other side of Orsonburg wouldn't arrive for another forty-five minutes. He called his parents to tell them he might be a late, and looked at the box.

 

“One little peek couldn't hurt.” Daryl thought. He undid the string holding the box shut, and looked. An antenna came out of the box. It started sending off a noise, and slid back into the box.

 

Suddenly, there was an explosion. A nearby wall had been blasted open, and Arnold Schneider walked in. His hair had been replaced by pure electricity, and a powerful electric current encircled his body. “Energy!” He cried out.

 

Arnold zapped a woman with a bolt of electricity and she passed out. Arnold's electric current grew stronger. He immediately saw the box, and zapped it. “Lots of energy!” He said gleefully.

 

Daryl ran into the men's room and changed into his robot form. He knew he was the only one at the station who could stop this thing. He kicked the door down and flew out.

 

Daryl concentrated all his energy to his hands. They began glowing an eerie green, and Daryl began to punch Arnold. Arnold saw Daryl and blasted him with electricity. “Foolish biological!” Arnold yelled. “I will… feast on your… energy…”

 

Daryl began to focus on his eyes. Lasers shot out from the slits that covered his eyes and blasted Arnold. Arnold was sent flying and, unfortunately, landed next to a subway.

 

Arnold put one hand on the subway and began absorbing. Free electricity was coming out of his fingertips, and his eyes turned yellow. He sent a small bolt of electricity into the train, and Daryl went flying into it.

 

“I've turned the subway car…” Arnold explained, “into… a super magnet. Now I will… absorb your energy.” Daryl blasted Arnold with his eyes again. “Sloppy.” Daryl said. “Very sloppy.”

 

Arnold zapped Daryl with electricity. Daryl could feel himself getting weaker, and weaker. His armor began to return to its starting place. He had reverted back to human form.

 

Arnold, however, was another story. He had absorbed so much energy he had transformed. The only thing left of his old self was a skeleton. His flesh had turned into electricity, and he only had one eye. He just barely had the figure of a human, with no mouth, ears, or nose.

 

“I am no longer Arnold Schneider!” Arnold yelled. “I am now Magnetrix! And, all biologicals will feel my sting!” Daryl struggled to stay conscious. People were all staring at him. They had seen him change from robot to human. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.

 

 

 

Daryl woke up in his bed. He got up and left his room. He rubbed his head as he went down the stairs. “I faint too much.” He thought.

 

His family was downstairs watching the news. “How long was I out?” Daryl asked. “A day.” Mikey said, as if it wasn't the only thing bothering him.

 

Paul sighed. “Daryl,” he said, “you may want to see this.” Daryl looked at the TV. The news anchorman was talking about two pictures. One was of Daryl in robot form; the other was him as a human.

 

“Yesterday,” the anchorman said, “a strange creature calling himself Magnetrix attacked an Orsonburg subway station. As if that wasn't strange enough, this youth: Daryl Chasler, fought Magnetrix. Even stranger was the fact that he transformed from robot to human.”

 

The TV showed a policeman. “We have no doubt that Daryl is a hero.” He said. “We believe he is an alien from another planet, visiting us to teach us peaceful ways.”

 

The TV now showed Daryl's parents. “He's not an alien!” Leslie said. “He's our new breed of robot. We constructed three different ones and he's the only one we know of that's still out there.” “He's really my robot.” Paul said. “Shut up Paul.” Leslie snapped.

 

Doctor Onan was on the TV. “I could care less.” He said. “Frankly, I think my inventions can stand up to freaks like Magnetrix.”

 

“As usual,” The anchorman said, “everyone in town's acting like idiots. Please take caution, as creatures like Magnetrix are lurking everywhere.”

 

 

 

Andrew turned off the TV at his house. “Daryl's not as strong as we thought.” He said. Doctor Onan laughed. “He's still getting used to his powers.” The doctor said. “He'll grow to be stronger than you eventually.”

 

Andrew delivered eight powerful kicks to the training dummy he was practicing on. “If he keeps fighting as sloppily as he did today, I doubt he'll live that long.” He said. “You think you're better than him?” Doctor Onan asked.

 

Suddenly red metal began to cover Andrew's body. It was just like Daryl's, except there was a hole right where the eyes were. Long, red blades of energy shot up behind both of his hands. “Of course.” Andrew answered. “That's how I was designed.”

 

 

 

Next Time: Superior