Meltdown: Intricate Darkness

[Penguin40 1,714]

It’s a dark room. Or rather, the scene has been blackened.

“Your task, is to invade him. Destroy him from the inside. Make him expose himself. Make him surrender. Be careful, for you’re playing with the Perfect Criminal. But make sure he does expose himself at some time or another. We really need him out, so go, do it,” a voice said.

“Affirmative. And you all need to portray shock, not delight. Else he’ll realize it,” another voice replied.

“And don’t forget, your true task is to destroy the criminal within him. Save the good man within him. Save his conscience. Bring the great man back from within him,” the original voice said again.

Some Building, Unknown Place, Unknown Location.

“Get that quickly before they notice it! We gotta be quick, get the files, get his work and get out!” a person said.

“Fire the shots,” another person replied.

A few gunshots were heard. A few windows broke.

“All right, I have ‘em. Let’s go,” the second person said again. And then in a much lower voice, he said, “Taken, out.”

Unknown Place, Unknown Time.

“All right, they’ll be in here in no time. Get the tanks, we’re probably expecting a big force to match. Stay hidden, you guys. We can be at front,” someone said - someone revealed to be Peter Stallinton. “They’re in.” The place was a park, near a bustling city, and the park was, surprisingly, empty, as if Peter and his team had deliberately evacuated the people, since you wouldn’t normally find this park empty. Behind a clump of trees lay tanks - that is, armoured (and armed) and high speed sports cars going normally by the codenames of Wasp and Hornet. They did have deeper names per model, like Wasp x4M3.

The tanks behind the clump were all with the drivers ready for the plan.

And at long last, ‘they’ came. However, it wasn’t a big force like Peter had said - just a man and a woman occupying him, both wearing different shades of smirks and smiles. The man had a plain, rather funny, and cute smile, with laughter. The woman, however, wore a devillish smirk, as if she had a plan of her own.

“YOU?!” Peter shouted, glancing at her eyes. The woman’s glance met his, and she winked with the left eye.

“Of course. We couldn’t have beaten you without a shock, could we have?” the man said, now revealed to be Darren Foureth Thundell, and the woman being Emily Stallinton.

“Unless… you didn’t serve them a shock,” she replied, immediately pointing a gun at Darren. “Forget it all, Darren. Stop your plans. You very well know the outcomes of unleashing The Terrortron’s Secrets, the diamonds, and Meltdown.”

However, she quickly noticed the plainness of Darren’s smile, and stopped dead. She recognized something old, something odd. She lowered the gun, and then noticed something more - something she knew from the square diamonds.

Meanwhile, Peter moved forward. He pointed a sword ahead, and then lowered the sword.

There was suddenly a small enough explosion from the clump. The two looked there, but quickly realized it wasn’t an explosion - just a sound - and that it was a distraction. And by then, Darren had vanished entirely.

“Now where has he gone?,” Peter asked, puzzled.

“He’s been using Meltdown for vanishing purposes too. He sets safe enough melting devices onto himself, activates them, and manages to get away with a duplicate puppet set there, which melts down, hence the vanish. As for his getaway, he always gets out through secret routes thanks to his diamonds,” Emily answered.

“Then it’s time to improve our systems. You’re out of his books with that, it’s time for me. Find him, he’s likely after more of Terrortron’s Secret now,” Peter replied.

“Oh hello Peter. I believe Darren must be going somewhere in France now. To be more precise, he’ll likely be in Paris,” someone came up. Two people - Dave and James Terrortron.

“Oh, hello James! Nice to see you, and may I ask you, how did you survive the heart attack, and how do you know he might be in Paris?” Peter asked, greeting the two.

“Pretty simple. The secrets are probably located there, and so is your past, Peter,” James answered.

‘Ah, all right. Tom, get that plane back, we need to get to Paris, France,” Peter ordered, to the commander of the tanks behind the clump.

“Yes, sir,” he replied.

Unknown Place, Paris, France. June 17, 2005.

“Oh, hello again, and happy birthday!” a child, aged twelve, came up to an older child who had just turned fifteen that day. He had said this in French, and the conversation to come next also took place in French, only translated.

“Welcome! I’ve been awaiting you here. So Dad gave me a few gifts, including a soft gun for practice, a golden and platinum sword, and defensive weapons and stuff. And I heard you were great at using swords, so, shall we?”

“Of course, hah. I presume you’ve had a bit of practice already, yes? If so, let’s!” the first replied, drawing out a sword. Both had armours to prevent any injuries or casualty, and the task was simply to get the enemy’s sword thrown out of his hand.

The older child swiftly striked at the younger’s sword, but he was nimble, and made out. He striked the golden sword with his own silver plated sword with a golden plated handle, nearly throwing the gold sword out. The elder held it with force and attacked the golden handle of the silver sword, but the younger child was extremely swift, and did a spin before attacking the golden sword’s handle, successfully throwing it out.

He caught the golden sword before it could hit the ground, and handed it back.

The older child said, “Wow, that was great. Looks like I really do need practice indeed. But before I practice, I’ll show you something rather eerie. Got that from friends, twin brother and sister.”

He quickly came back, holding a diamond in his hand.

“Um, what?” the younger child asked.

“This diamond seems capable of changing shape, powering weapons, as a mirror of sorts, and as a weapon in itself, among other uses,” the elder said.

“Well, think it’s best to destroy that. Who knows what it could do in the wrong hands?” the younger child replied.

The Same Place, Paris, France.

“Why’s your old house abandoned now? And why do you think Darren will be coming here?” Peter asked, confused.

“Come here, Peter. We have the answers right here,” Dave answered.

The house was completely abandoned now, despite the fact that it was a pretty big house. The team went inside through the front door, which was right in the middle of the brilliantly shimmering white exterior. The door itself was black, and fit the white nicely. The balcony above was spherical with rods to prevent anyone falling off, and the windows were perfectly clean. The nearly flat roof of the house, too, was very clean, with marvellous technologies to protect it, as though it hid secrets within it. The whole house was so new, and so marvellously beautiful that no one would imagine it was abandoned, and anyone would be shocked and perplexed at that fact. After all, who would leave it abandoned?

The interior had an average house which had a feel of family, and it was clear that David and James were feeling it the most.

The team inside the house wasn’t yet able to figure out anything either, but they could clearly “hear” the vibrating “sounds” of secrets emerging from every corner of the house.

They at last stopped at a table, on which lay a shimmering, sparkling and sleek golden sword with a platinum handle, and a partially broken diamond with the breakage forming a bunch of tiny mirrors on it. The color of it was grey and white, such that if set on the exterior of the house, it wouldn’t be detectable with the naked eye from a moderate distance.

Peter was confused at this. However, the next second, he realized, and a drop of tear slowly fell from his eye. A few more followed, but weren’t immediately detectable. It was clear that he remembered something from his childhood.

He picked the sword up, and noticed a scratch on the handle. Further tears started to fall, until he was brought back to reality by James.

“Peter? What’s going on with you?”

“I don’t think we’re after the right target after all..” he replied. “My shrouded memories support that, at least.”

That second sentence struck different shades of the same thought into everyone’s brains.

“Wait, what? Shrouded memories? How has he forgotten his past?”

“What do you mean?” Victoria asked, unsure. She was indeed pretty young at the time Peter mentioned as ‘shrouded memories’, and although she was aware of what happened around her, she too was unsure.

“Take the Terrortron’s Sword and the Vandaliamond, and take both into the tanks,” Peter said, avoiding the question deliberately.

Almost instantly, there came a rumbling noise from outside - exactly like an army coming forward.

“Follow me,” he said again.

He then walked his way to a medium sized room with a bed near the entrance, white walls, and a large window. Then, he walked further ahead, made a turn and then went right of the bed, where there was a small space to walk in. At the end of the space was an empty table with different colours in it, forming a circle. Inside the circle were increasingly darker colours from yellow, to green, to blue, and then red, ending in a pretty small circle of black. Outside the circle was only grey.

Peter picked a book from nearby, opened a specific page, and pressed a very specific part of the page of the book onto the black circle - page 254 of a book about advanced computing, including programming, and artificial intelligence. The part pressed had the words “intelligence” above and the word “security” below.

Upon this, the whole circle and the area surrounding, quickly vanished, leaving only the black circle held by a rod below. The rest of the area was black, and had secet passages ahead. Peter then pressed his thumb onto it, saying in Latin, “Tunnels must open now, tunnels must allow us to pass, it is Terrortron, or a friend, never an enemy.”

Now, the rod fell down due to the opening of a small circle below it, where the rod fell. The circle, staying immediately onto the rod, fell with it and stayed onto it. Peter quickly handed the book to James, and jumped into the tunnel. Everyone followed, ending with James, who jumped in, pressed the book’s title on the circle, which then moved back and the whole circle came back.

The team crossed the tunnel, which ended in a supposed dead end. James threw the book to Peter ahead, who now pressed a different page and part of the book - page 327, and the word “entrance” above, and “protection” below. The spherical dead end opened, revealing a shed with the exact same tanks which appeared earlier. Everyone exited, and James at the end said in Latin, “Tunnels must shut, tunnels must hide themselves, tunnels shall be the wall.” This followed the tunnel closing to look perfectly like the wall, camouflaged very well.

Everyone then entered the tanks, leaving nobody behind. Anne and Lucy, also there, were in the same tank with Steve, and Paul, being too young, was back with Hunter IV and a few more robots helping in tech support and communications.

The tank army left the shed, and came back to the front of the house, and then saw nobody outside. Paul and the robots quickly told the team, “It’s an ambush, probably. Try using the terrain and your speed and maneuverability, and watch out for the trees, or the phrase ‘The War for the Secrets has begun.’ And of course, don’t forget the jumps. Get ready, and prepare yourselves.”

And a few seconds later, the phrase was heard:

“The war for the secrets of the Terrortron has begun. Surrender now and let us get the secrets, or the war will escalate”, said someone.

Edited October 11, 2016 by Penguin40
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Wat? I don't see any... :p

[Hex 11,520]

Wat? I don't see any... :P

Cuz I corrected them ^_^

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tussi gr8 ho g

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great but very long :P :P :P :P :P

[Penguin40 1,714]

great but very long :P :P :P :P :P

Thats nothing, War for the Secrets will probably be like thrice the amount of wordw :p