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The Resolutions of 132/22 - The Metro
Alex’s Point of View.
I stepped outside of the train, into the subway station. I was pushed out of the way by a crowd of people stepping inside of the metro, and I sighed, beginning to walk back up to the surface.
I’d been staying under the radar ever since the meeting with Ruin.
I’ve lost sight in my right eye, and it’s turned red, just like his. I seem to have gained the Cynd’s healing abilities, and I can feel some other enhancements to my power as well. But the most important?
I have a direct mental link into his head, and I’ve been working with him ever since. I know Stooben and the others wouldn’t approve (and that’s fine), but I have someone I need to speak to about all of this.
I came up to the surface, under the dark, cloudy sky of MarioWiki.
It’s time to pay Grapes a visit.
Tabuu’s Point of View.
Nalia and I both stared at Sloth.
“So,” Nalia said, “Ruin wants to undo the curse on the Cynds?”
“Yes. And to do so, he’s going to slaughter the ones who placed the curse on us. The WikiMedians.”
“...How does he justify murder like this?”
“He isn’t justifying it. He knows what he’s doing is wrong. But he’s beyond caring at this point. Right now, you and Evoltsul are the last two people in existence who he can take the eyes from. He doesn’t care for Evoltsul or Wales, but he doesn’t want to hurt you.”
“The last time he and I met, there was a lot of pain involved.”
“He didn’t kill you, did he? He had every chance to, right?”
When Sloth said that, I thought back.
Yes, Ruin was still fine and standing after he subdued Nalia. If he was out to kill either one of us, why hadn’t he simply done it? I’d already proven that I couldn’t take him on, and Nalia was out of commission.
“Alright,” I came into the conversation, “but what was with that ‘I will ascend to heaven’, thing?”
Sloth allowed himself a grin. “Ruin is in love with metaphors. He actually told you his entire plan in one sentence. ‘I will rise to heaven’. WikiMedia. ‘I will raise my throne above the stars of God’. The WikiMedian King. He wants to destroy the WikiMedians.”
“Is there anyway we can stop him?” Nalia asked.
“Actually, I’m not too sure you want to. You see, Ruin does have some connections in WikiMedia, and according to him...”
“What?” Nalia and I both asked.
“The WikiMedians apparently aren’t too happy with us. Wales was one of the only factors stopping the WikiMedian’s attack, and now that he’s been murdered, they see no reason to hold back from killing us all.”
A cold shiver ran through my body.
“Yes. Very soon, whether or not Ruin opens The Gate, the WikiMedians are going to come to The Wiki World. We’re about to go to war.”
Suddenly, the door to the rooftop was pushed open, and in the blink of an eye, Sloth had teleported away. A Wikipedian Sysop ran across the roof, towards Nalia.
“The Vault!”, he screamed, “Evoltsul has freed the trolls from the Vault!”
Alex’s Point of View.
I knocked on the door to Grapes’ apartment.
It took a few moments, but she answered it.
Her brown hair wasn’t styled, just falling down around her face and down her neck. She wasn’t wearing her dress, but rather a casual T-shirt and gym shorts.
I was in white, hooded robes similar to Ruin’s, and I showed the left side of my face under the hood.
“Grapes, I need to talk to you.”
“Aren’t you supposed to be-”
“Quiet. I’ll talk about it when we’re in private.”
She nodded, and let me in. I removed my hood, and we walked into her kitchen.
“Coffee, tea?” she asked.
I shook my head. “No need to bother you.”
She shrugged, and sat down at the table across from me. Then she noticed.
“What the hell happened to your eye?”
“I’m getting to that. You know about Evoltsul, Ruin and the rest, right?”
“Of course. I’m friends with you guys. And it’s kind of common knowledge, now.”
“Yeah. Anyways, I’m here to tell you this. You’re a close friend to me, and you’re quite important to my best friend. I know what’s coming, so don’t question me. You need to leave, and go into hiding. If you like, I can help you.”
I sighed. “Do you know about WikiMedia?”
“Yeah, the guys who created the Wiki World, right?”
“No. The Great Twenty created the world, and some people from WikiMedia came here and made this place their own.”
“Right. Well, what about WikiMedia?”
“They aren’t too happy about the death of Jimmy Wales. They plan on attacking us.”
“Okay, and you’re trying to say to me...?”
I looked directly at her. “They’re going to attack and try to destroy the entire Wiki World. That happens to include you. I want you to find safety.”
She glared at me. “While all my friends go to the front lines and die? Do you know who I am?”
She stood from the table. “I am Grapes. I’m a former Sysop, and I can fight. What makes you think I’m about to run off into hiding just because some assholes are attacking?”
“I’m just as capable of self-defense as the rest of you, Alex!”
She seemed angry. I wanted to argue, but I knew she was right.
“And why are you so worried about me?”
“Because, you’re a friend to me. And he likes you.”
I inwardly facepalmed.
Did I really say that out loud?
“You said somebody likes me.” She put her hands on her hips and leaned forward, squinting her eyes and staring at me. “Who is it?”
Damn it, I’m no good under pressure.
“...Tabuu,” I muttered, “It’s Tabuu...”
“Hm,” she put her hand to her chin, “who would’ve thought?”
She was being sarcastic, I could tell.
“So, uh...do you like him?”
“What are you, his wingman?”
“...No, I just wondered...”
“Yeah, I guess. But I’m too lazy to make a move. You should drop a hint to him.”
“I’m kind of in hiding. I can’t do that.”
She rolled her eyes.
“Fine, I guess I’ll think about going out with him. Is there anything else you want to talk about?”
I stood and stretched, looking around the apartment’s small kitchen while I tried to think if there was anything else I had to say. Nothing came up.
“Nah, I just came to check on you and tell you that. I don’t know when they’re coming, but get ready. If you want, tell some other people too, but do not let anyone know that I was here today, alright? I’m supposed to be missing in action, not telling a girl my best friend has a crush on her.”
She nodded. “Don’t worry, Alex. My lips are sealed. Are you sure you don’t need anything before you go? Some money for food?”
“I suppose that wouldn’t hurt.”
And so, I sat inside of the subway train again, riding on the metro. I was drinking from a soda can, keeping my face carefully concealed underneath the hood. I looked outside of the window and watched the tunnel wall flying past as the train thundered along the tracks. As I swallowed another sip from the can, somebody sat beside me.
I didn’t pay attention to them at first, but then they spoke.
“I’ve been looking for you, Alex.”
It was Scarecrow.
Author's Note: This chapter was produced in collaboration with Alex25. While I did most of the writing, he added detail in some spots, fixed typos, and made some helpful changes. Unlike the collaboration with Neurario, it isn't really combination of styles, but he was valuable in the writing of this chapter as an editor and as someone to bounce ideas off of.
|The Resolutions of 132|
|Chapters||The Pride: Intro • Mesmerize • Mad World (Hold My Head, Drown My Sorrow) • Memory • The Pride • The Pride (Vanity Remix) • Brother • Skitzy • The Pride 2 • The Pride 3 • The Pride 4
Elect The Dead: Empty Walls • Scorpions and Scarecrows • Hypnotize • Kill Rock 'n Roll • Sins of The Father • Blind • Old School Hollywood • Left of Center • Elect The Dead