Third POV
Jay jerked awake as he gasped for air. His eyes began to adjust as a single beam of light shone down on him. Checking his surroundings, he saw darkness span what seemed like forever.
Jay tried to get up from the ground, only to find his legs and arms bound behind his back. It didn't help that his whole body felt numb, either, like it was tossed into a high-voltage fence.
Though it wasn't all bad, the memories he had inherited from Beck were a huge gain in his mind. Memories that were now his settled on top of his own, fitting snuggly like puzzle pieces. It was strange how easily he could recall moments in Beck's and his own life.
It was as if he were watching two films at once, yet could understand what was happening in both simultaneously. However, he could've gone without the whole "electrocution and head-splitting migraines" deal.
Jay sighed deeply, wincing at the lingering sensations of being electrocuted and having your brain basically melted. How he wasn't dead was a miracle, but now he had to think about how to escape his predicament.
Just as he started to think of a way to escape, the sound of footsteps rang throughout the darkness.
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Jay's POV
Just as I was about to think of a way to get out of the cuffs shackling me, I heard the sound of footsteps approaching me. They were slow, unhurried. It was as if the person walking towards me had made it a point to let me know they were there.
Then, out of the darkness, appeared a masked figure. I instantly recognized it as another person or program in this world. What really put me off about him, though, were the orange accents of his suit.
From the memories that I have gained, anything that even closely resembles Clu's regime is a sign of no good.
"Do you understand the kind of position you're in?" He questioned gruffly, his helmet warping his voice.
"No idea." I answered, my helmet giving me the same warped voice.
He continued walking toward me until he finally stopped right in front of me.
"You were at the crash site of a program I was watching closely."
"So?"
"From the looks of it, he gave you his disc. Meaning you were a stray program."
"So what if I am? What does it matter to you?" I questioned.
"You know what his entire life was up to the point he died, and yet, somehow, you've kept your own thoughts your own." He analyzed, circling me once.
"Get to the point." I snapped as I silently tried to figure out a way to get out of my cuffs.
"I was planning on recruiting the program that gave you that disc of his. But now, he's gone, and I may never get another chance at finding a program like him again."
I listened intently as he continued.
"I need someone who stands up to those who can't do it themselves."
"And you think taking me will help you to do this?" I scoffed before grinning behind my mask.
I had completely forgotten about my newfound gifts. When I started the light cycle, energy flowed from my hands to power it. Now, what would happen if I tried to reverse what I did?
No longer paying attention to what he was saying, I did exactly that. Just as I did, the cuffs immediately dissipated. Using this chance, I waited for him to turn around before lunging at him.
To my bewilderment, not only did he dodge, but he did so while barely moving.
"Your movements are sloppy." He stated while dodging my fists, never taking his hands from behind his back.
"Shut up."
"You're strong, fast, but you have no idea how to use any of your strength. You may have gotten whatever fight capabilities that program had, but they are nowhere near good enough to beat me." He taunted before using my own strength against me to throw me over his shoulder.
By the time I stood back up, he was nowhere to be found. That was until I turned around only to hear the sound of a disc activate.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't derez you right here and now?" The masked program told me as he held his disc at my neck.
"You said it yourself, you won't get another chance at finding another program like Beck. And I made a promise to him. One I need to keep."
Chuckling, he removes his blade from my neck.
"You make a good point there. But I can tell you another reason."
"And that is?"
"Because…" His suit began changing colors. The black turned white as the orange lines turned blue.
My eyes started to widen slightly as I saw that signature emblem appear on his chest. His helmet opened as he stared straight at me.
'The real Tron?'
"I'm Tron."