Orchestrated By C.M. Rich (Magnetman)
By Classi-Cal
A week passed miserably
slow in solitary confinement. Spark-Chan hadn't seen a living soul
since the small thick door over her abode had shut and locked. Not
even that of her confiner, Dr. Wily. The first two days passed crying
her heart out at the door. Leaning against it and crying out for Wily
to speak with her. But her cries fell on deaf ears.
There was nothing in the room but a large metalic slab and a circular
window with an amazing view. When she knew she'd never get her way...
she sat on this slab and laid down. This hard thing was a bed... Robots
didn't need to be comfortable, just a place to lie down and recharge
for the next day of use. But Spark wasn't used to this, always used
to a bed with cushions and blankets... it now was cold and hard. She
tossed to one side... unable to keep her racing mind off the world,
her friends.
Poor Benny, Starnik was in just as much trouble as her she was pritty
sure. She could only hope Benny was safe. Was Wily treating him badly?
And speaking of children... it made her think of Shoryu.
On her seventh day, or maybe it was night since it was hard to tell
from orbit, she sat herself up inside the circular bulb of a window.
It was almost like sitting in the blackness of space, surrounded by
the sparkle and glow of the universes many forces. Earth could be seen
below, and from so high up... she could still make out the grass green
and the water blue.
Hope still glew inside of her mechanical heart. Even in the darkest
recesses of despair... the tiny light she held in her palm was still
powerful enough to brighten the world. Although it was a metaphor...
her eyes were on her openned hand. Ben called her a light in the darkness...
and though modest... she accepted the title almost as if her own slogan
of motivation. Her fist balled up gently...
This wasn't the end. She still had a chance to make things work in
their favor.
"Classi-Cal." A voice came from some unknown intercom.
She looked all around but couldn't find it. Eventually her eyes landed
on the doorway.
"Doctor..." Spark softly whispered, unsure if he could hear
her or not. Was this her chance?
"Stand away from the door, I'm coming in to see you." her
elderly fiance spoke.
The door slid open, herself still in the window way, looking to the
door. First a few Joes entered and made a circle around her, Wily squeazed
inbetween them and looked her in her glossy violet eyes.
"Doctor... we can talk now?" She hoped, forcing the smile
inside herself back for the moment.
"No, no more of your mouth. Ist time for you to be the vife you
vere meant to be. I should have done zis... long long ago."
Spark could only look up in horror. What was he going to do to her?
Frightened she got to her feet and inched into the corner. The Joes
were no match for her, she figured she could just blast her way out...
but just as the thought occured back up appeared in the form of an
upset MultiMan and his duplicates.
Spark-Chan was taken and forced onto her 'bed', against her will strapped
down by MultiMan and the Joes. She could see the resentment of her
plans reflected from MultiMan's face. He no doubt was upset she plotted
against them when he once fought in her name.
"I'm sorry Ms. Spark, but after this the Scissor Army will no
longer be able to control your senses." His voice sounded both
worried and upset. The sound of it scared her more. No robot wanted
to be reprogrammed ever... so no doubt his voice told her of her fate.
"No!! Don't do this Doctor!!" She screamed, kicking and charging
up her conductors. But even if the Joe behind her got a nasty blast
as she shook around, there was no getting out of the grip.
Wily's hand strayed under her neck and into her hair.
"Ve'll be together again, just rest my dearest. You'll be happier
ven you avaken."
"Wily!!--"
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A Week Later.--------------------
The large group of refugees came along for the ride into space. The woman in charge of them, Cassandra, was good with getting things her way even against that vile Dr. Wily. They had food and shelter... but when the magnet tornado came and tore it up they only had so much for the space station. The refugees made their new living in the only area Wily allowed them in, the fourth storage bay.--------------------
"Look my dearest, you see that planet down zhere?" Wily pointed out the huge glass window to Earth below. His fiance smiled gently which allowed him to continue, "I vant to share it vith you by my side."--------------------
"Unit BarrageMan is unsure of which switch?" said Barrage. He and ExpressMan were obviously ordered to do soemthing in these lower levels. Unknowing of Starnik darting just around the corner.--------------------
A huddling family had finished their much larger meal, unknowing of it as their last supper. Usually this was the time of day, that they were aware of, where they would all settle down and fall asleep. Everyone grew quiet... the mother holding her arms out as her daughter ran over to be with them.--------------------
Quick heard it all, and the curse of Wily which went unfinished. The two amongst him left when their job was done... leaving him alone. He pulled his sliced face from the control panel and with sobs he tried his best to lift the lever back up to shut the hatch, hoping that he might have saved somebody... anybody! But he knew... he could feel... that openning the door he'd find....an empty cargo bay.--------------------
Classi-Cal felt the shake, but it was very minor and made her glance around. Afterwards she went back to holding onto her fiance.--------------------