Chapter 1

1 Cycle...2 Cycles...3 Cycles...4...5...6...a MylaCycle. And still nothing. 7 cycles had passed and he was not found. Nor was he seen by the citizens of Argon. 7 cycles since Beck had seemingly disappeared from the face of The Grid. Not a single trace of his existence left, other than the memory of him.

Margo had still not gained consciousness over the 7 cycles, other than a small groan or tensing of the face that brought hope that she would wake, but in the end she would just be swallowed once again by darkness.

Tron another note, didn't have time to be waiting around for Margo to be waking up, going out and searching for Beck almost non-stop, just as Sam had been doing ever since he disappeared. In fact, no one had actually seen her for more than a few MicroCycles at a time.

This particular cycle, Tron stood on the top of a tall building in the far off city of Gallium, dressed in his typical black suit, scanning over the surroundings with a frown. Where could Beck be? With Margo still unconscious he couldn't gather any information of where he might be, or really what even happened. Needless to say, he was practically blind as far as finding out where his apprentice was.

Tron sighed, shaking his head and turning around beginning to walk off. Dyson glanced over at him from peering through his binoculars, a bit in confusion.

Dyson: Tron? Are we leaving already? We just got here less than a PectroCycle ago...

Tron nodded, sitting on the edge of the buildings' roof, ready to jump down.

Tron: He wouldn't be here. It's too far out.

Dyson nodded, following after Tron's pursuit and switching his mask on once he landed.

Dyson: Should we check the Outlands again? We haven't thought to look down the cavern. Maybe he could be there?

Tron nodded again, beginning to walk down the narrow alley between the two buildings.

Tron: We can check. It's better than not searching at all.

It was in the darkness of the interrogation room where Beck was imprisoned at. He slowly lifted his head, weary, scratch marks and bruises all over his face, one particularly large one coming across from his forehead a little past his eyebrow. Dazed, but aware enough to know the danger he was in, Beck struggled against the cuffs on his wrists that chained him to the code extraction machine. He could by this point after the 7 cycles of torture feel himself slipping, barely any of his wits and strength left.

?: Comfortable, are we..?

Beck's blurry and unfocused gaze slowly moved up as a shadowy figure walked towards him. Through the little light, he was able to just barely make out—mostly by his voice— that the shadow was none other than Pavel. The new commander chuckled quietly with a shake of his head as his expression turned into mocking sympathy.

Pavel: Oh, you poor, poor program. To be so young and in harsh conditions such as these, must be HORRIBLE for you...

Beck didn't respond. Pavel smirked lightly with amusement and slowly leaned into his face.

Pavel: I wonder how bad you'll feel once we gather up all your little friends and TRON...

That got a reaction. Beck's face tensed with rage and was able to muster a angered cry, his struggles in the cuffs he was chained to becoming fierce. But this didn't last long and only drained his energy completely, the imprisioned Renegade's body becoming limp and his head hanging once again. Pavel laughed.

Oh how he was enjoying the tormentous game he was presenting to the pathetic program.

?: Pavel.

Pavel glanced back slowly as Tesler slowly walked into view. He suddenly smirked, chuckling and patting Pavel's shoulders.

Tesler: Don't push him too hard. I need him for tonight, remember?

Pavel nodded slowly with a chuckle as he saluted.

Pavel: Of course, your graciousness. Clu will be so proud of you to hear you had captured the REAL Renegade, sir.

Tesler chuckled again, nodding with a satisfied smile.

Tesler: I'm sure he will be.

He pulled out a small, slightly transparent silver disk, holding it out to Pavel.

Tesler: Here. Tell me what you think. It's a collection of the Renegade-

Tesler glanced down at Beck, chuckling as he placed his hand on his head, ruffling his hair roughly.

Tesler: BECK's, memories. I plan on showing it to our fair citizens of Argon. A, BIOGRAPHY if you will.

Pavel nodded as he held out his hands with a low bow, allowing Tesler to place the disk in his hands.

Pavel: Of course. I will leave you alone with your arch nemesis, to have a chat...

With that, Pavel slowly backed out of the room. Tesler slowly looked down at the weak and weary Beck, his hand still placed on top of his head. He frowned, quickly grabbing Beck's hair and YANKING it, earning a small cry from Beck as his head was pulled up. Tesler smiled, kneeling down and leaning into Beck's face.

Tesler: Are you ready for tonight Beck? I plan on revealing EVERYTHING about you. How does that make you feel?

Beck said nothing. He just simply stared at Tesler, a weak but enraged expression on his face. But it was obviously a uslsss cover up because the young program's body was shaking and trembling, his breathing ragged. Every single thing that Beck had hoped WOULDN'T happen during the revolution Tron entrusted in his partnership with—was happening within ever five NanoCycles. Tesler chuckled, tilting his head a bit as his smile widened into a smirk.

Tesler: What? Nothing? Don't you feel anything? You're going to be DEREZZED later on today in the cycle, along with your friends. Which DOES include that girl you realize.

Beck still refused to speak. His body language however was doing all of the talking. And it was saying one word; fear. Beck's breathing grew louder and more anxious, his trembles growing until his entire body was shaking and a quiet clacking could be heard from the cuffs on his wrists as his hands shook. Tesler chuckled again, standing up straight, and pushing Beck's head back down.

Tesler: ...I could be merciful you know. I COULD repurpose all of them. They're too good of soldier quality to simply be derezzed. All programs deserve a second chance, don't they Beck?

Beck quickly closed his eyes, shaking his head as his emotions now seeped through his expressions. His eyes were wide and his eyebrows were raised and arched up. Beck's breathing turning into such a state of helpless panic was practically wheezing now, and no matter what he tried his body would not stop trembling. He closed his eyes again tight, biting his bottom lip and refusing to lose what little dignity he had left and cry. "This isn't happening..." Beck thought. "This isn't happening, this isn't happening...i-it can't be happening. N-No..! THIS CAN'T REALLY BE HAPPENING..!"

Tesler: Beck. ANSWER ME. I'm giving you a choice. Should I derezz or repurpose your friends?

Nothing. Beck sat there, his wheezing growing louder with nearly each breath as he fought back the tears of shame and rage. He clenched his fists so tight that not only did his knuckles turn white, but his nails dug so deep that he was cutting at his own hands. "I can't...I can't take it anymore..." Beck thought.

Beck:(muttering/weakly) I'd rather die...

Tron and Dyson stepped off their lightcycles, rezzing them back into baton. The two programs both sighed, both of them now drained physically and mentally. After having no luck in the cavern, Tron and Dyson made the grueling 2 PectroCycles back up to the surface level of the Outlands. Tron sat down on the ground, holding in his hand a baton, a broken one to be exact. And to be even more exact, Beck's broken one from back when the two had trained here. This earned Tron a small weary smile. Dyson leaned back, placing his hands on his lower back and letting out a long sigh.

Dyson: Now what?

He looked at Tron, his expression clearly showing that he was tired and undetermined.

Dyson: We've checked EVERYWHERE.

Tron slowly stood up, wincing a bit as he placed a hand on his chest, his face tense. He looked out towards a tall mountain in the distance, his face softening the faintest bit as he did.

Tron: Not everywhere.

Dyson glanced over at the mountain, then back at Tron.

Dyson: You think he could he there? In your former hideout?

Tron shrugged with another wince.

Tron: Could be.

Dyson sighed, shaking his head. He walked up to Tron, placing a hand on his arm as he frowned.

Dyson: Either way, we've been out doing this for nearly a cycle straight. We're both tired and your scars are starting to get to you.

Tron: Sam didn't stop for almost 2 cycles straight.

Dyson: You're comparing yourself to a YOUNG HEALTHY FEMALE PROGRAM. -_- We need to head home.

When they had returned however, The Bunker was a madhouse. Programs where running around, packing up supplies and gathering their things, half of the tents and shops already gone. Techna quickly ran up to Dyson and Tron with wide eyes.

Techna: Thank FLYNN you two made it back! We found Beck-

Tron's eyes widened, quickly taking a step towards Techna anxiously.

Tron: You FOUND him?!

Techna held out a hand, her expression grave.

Techna: Hold your horses mate. We found him yes, but it's NOT pretty. Didn't you two see Tesler's announcement?

Dyson frowned, obviously knowing already that this wasn't a good sign.

Dyson: We were in Gallium and The Outlands the whole time.

Techna sighed, shaking her head slowly as her expression darkened. She pulled out a transparent touch screen board from a hidden pocket in her lab coat and handed it to Tron, frowning sadly.

Techna: You may just want to take a look yourselves...

Tron slowly took the tablet from Techna, already knowing what he was about to see. And he felt like a FOOL for not even thinking of the possibility. An image of Pavel popped up on the screen. He bowed deeply and quickly straightened up.

Pavel: Greetings to all citizens of Argon! I have brung you all the news you have long awaited to hear directly from General Tesler himself! Tonight; In Argon Square we, your most gracious and brilliant occupation are going to present you with the most thrilling thing you will ever see! The UNMASKING and DEREZOLUTION of the RENEGADE! You don't want to miss it, my fellow programs! For not only will we reveal his face; we will ALSO as a delightful bonus show you a special BIOGRAPHY from the RENEGADE'S very own MEMORIES! LONG LIVE CLU, and LONG LIVE PERFECTION!

There was silence for the two programs. Dyson staring at the tablet with shock, while Tron stared down at it in RAGE. His hands trembled and Dyson quickly took the tablet out of Tron's hands, just in time before Tron spun around and PUNCH the wall, eyes closed and teeth grit. Techna slowly closed her eyes, biting her bottom lip. She slowly opened her eyes with a quiet sigh, clenching her fists.

Techna: We're evacuating the bunker and everyone is heading to the vehicle room where the airborne base is at. Yori is waiting for you in Margo's room. She hasn't woken up yet. But she keeps muttering something I think had to do with Beck's capture.

Tron slowly exhaled through his nose, nodding a bit before he finally tore himself away from the wall, quickly walking away and heading down towards where Margo's room would be located. Dyson sighed, shaking his head. He hands Techna her tablet back, his face softening.

Dyson: Isn't there ANYTHING we can do to stop this?

Techna sighed with a shake of her head and shrugged.

Techna: I don't know. At this rate, it'd take a miracle from Flynn himself.

Tron slowly opened the door to Margo's room, his face softening as he saw Yori gently stroking Margo's eyebrow with her thumb.

Tron: Yori...

Yori quickly looked up at Tron, smiling sadly as soon as she saw him. She glanced down at Margo and patted her head gently, looking back up at him.

Yori: Hello Tron...

Tron walked over to the two of them, looking down at Margo.

Tron: How is she?

Yori sighed quietly with a faint smile and shook her head slowly.

Yori: Margo still hasn't budged...Techna said that earlier she said something earlier, but she hasn't for as long as I've been here...

Her expression slowly saddened as she looked at Tron, her bottom lip quivering as she slowly shook her head and tears slowly began to form in her eyes.

Yori:(chocked up) Oh Tron...

Tron sighed, grabbing Yori by her arms gently, pulling her up so that he could embrace her in a hug, closing his eyes and resting his head against Yori's.

Tron: She'll be fine Yori...don't worry...

Yori shook her head again, biting her bottom lip as she closed her eyes tightly.

Yori:(chocked up) It's not just that...it's just...

She sighed quietly, calming down a little as she pulled away from Tron and rested her hands on his shoulders.

Yori: I'm scared for you, Beck and everyone else... What if-

Tron chuckled faintly, leaning down a bit as he placed a hand on Yori's cheek.

Tron: What if nothing. Nothing's going to happen. We're going to get Beck back, and I won't let anybody here die.

Yori nodded slowly as she looked down at the ground, drawing in a shaky breath.

Yori: O-Okay...

A faint groan was suddenly heard from Margo, her head slowly turning on it's side as she mumbled something. Tron quickly looked over at Margo, his eyes widening slightly.

Tron: Margo...?

Margo let out another groan as she moved her head to the other side, her face tensing the slightest bit.

Margo:(mumbling) Repurpose...H..Hope...alive...

And with those simple words, her consciousness slowly faded away again. Tron slowly frowned, turning towards Margo.

Tron: Hope...?

Yori slowly looked at Tron, her face tensing the slightest bit as she slowly furrowed a brow with a confused and questioning expression.

Yori: What could that mean...?

Tron shook his head, sighing and closing his eyes.

Tron: I don't know...but she said repurpose...so it isn't good...

THERE YA GO MY CHILDREN! :'D Chapter 1 of Book 2. X3 I know its short but hey, better than nothing huh? X3 Anyway! Let us know what you think! We need feedback to make this fanfic the best it can be! X3 Thanks~!

Character Chart:

Tron, Dyson, Tesler- Kayla

Beck, Yori, Margo, Pavel, Techna- Isabel