Daemon's Legacy

Most of the characters in this story belong to Mainframe Ent. and are used without permission. This was written for pleasure reading only. The others I made up, but I don’t really care what happens to them. I beg you not to sue.

This story is the sequel to 'The Siege of the Super Computer' its placed after the destruction of Daemon.

Mercury knocked on the door softly, trying not to draw attention to herself. She pulled her cloak tighter around her and shivered from the rain soaking her. A few moments she heard a voice come through the door.

“Who is it?” Came the whispered words.

“Guardian 621.” She whispered back, trying not to let her teeth chatter.

The door slowly opened the door. An infected binome stood on the other side of the door. Green veins glowed at the sides of his eye block.

“Come in, we have been expecting you.” Said the binome as he ushered her inside. He took her wet cloak and walked into another room. A sprite entered the room, the green veins on his temple blended with his green skin.

“Welcome, guardian.” He said as looked her over. “How is your package?”

“Very well, but she is restless as I expected her to be.” Mercury said, a hand resting over her stomach.

“You must be freezing.” The sprite commented. “Come and take a nice, warm shower while I have cook whip up a warm meal.”

“I would appreciate it.” She said, her bionic eye surveying the man. He wore a gun on his hip and a knife in his boot.

“Melinda!” He shouted into a separate room.

A young binome rushed out, straightening her apron. “Yes, sir?”

“Show 621 here to a room and tell cook to get her something warm to eat for when she is done.” The sprite ordered.

“Right away, sir.” The binome answered and led Mercury up a spiral stair case. “We are all glad you made it in one piece.”

“So am I.” Mercury said as she allowed the binome to lead her into a room.

“I’ll leave you to yourself.” The binome said, shutting the door as she left.

Mercury said and touched her icon to remove her clothes. She detached her bionic left arm and set it on the counter sink as she entered the bathroom. She turned the shower on and stepped in.

‘That was a close call.’ Said a voice in her mind.

“I know, we almost didn’t make it. Turbo has sicked enough of his guardian dogs on my ASCII, if he even knew...” She trailed off as reached for a bar of soap.

‘But he doesn’t, and we shall count that a blessing.’

She smiled ironically as she felt Daemon move restlessly in her womb. When the guardian collective had been purged from the supervirus, they had gone into celebration. Only after the many cycles of restoration and general partiness did Turbo realize that Mercury was not among those deleted.

He had sent guardians out to hunt her down. They still chased her and had almost caught her in the last system. If Turbo knew the truth of why she was running, he would have had them delete her, not try to capture her.

Mercury smiled to her self as she remembered the time Daemon had given her a little ‘gift’.

They had been in her throne room, only seconds before Bob and his group and come to battle Daemon. Daemon had summoned her to her throne.

“Come, here.” Came the voice of the supervirus.

“Yes, my liege.” Responded Mercury as she made her way to the virus.

Mercury stared up into the young virus’ face. The scars that were the reason she hid from the light were pronounced. She bowed slightly to Daemon.

“I would like to ask a favor of you, Mercury.” Daemon said softly, her voice losing its haughty tone. Instead it became one of a teenager in great pain.

“Anything, my liege.” Mercury responded, troubled by the sound of Daemon’s voice.

“The guardians that have escaped my grasp our coming for me. We lost many trying to go through the unstable portal. My forces are depleted. I fear if they come to battle, they will win.” Daemon said sadly, staring off into the distance.

“Never.” The guardian protested.

Daemon smiled slightly at the guardian’s smugness.

“Never the less, I would like to insure that I am not deleted completely if it comes to that.” Daemon said, turning back to her subject.

“Do it then.” Ordered Mercury, unaware if the tone of her voice.

Daemon raised an eyebrow at her tone, but complied. She extended her claws and shoved them into Mercury’s shoulder. A look of pain flashed across the guardian’s face but was replaced quickly by a blank stare.

Daemon released Mercury and retracted her claws.

“I have placed a line of my code inside you. It will wait, dormant inside your body. If I ever shall be deleted, this code will awaken and grow inside of you.” Daemon said as she fixed Mercury with a steady stare. “I will be reborn.”

Mercury brought herself back to the present with a motherly smile as she placed her hand on her womb. Daemon had given her a great gift indeed.
* * *

Hexadecimal glared at Mike as he failed to bring anything useful to her attention.

“Leave me, Michael.” She ordered as the TV ran off, afraid of the ex-virus’ wrath.

Although she was no longer a virus, she had retained all of her powers. Her being purged had just made her...a little saner. A little less power hungry and obsessive. But otherwise it was if she had never been purged.

She fidgeted on her throne. She was bored. She missed the constant happenings in Mainframe. She missed the way everyone had always been afraid. She missed Daemon trying to conquer the Net.

They had allowed her to go to the Super Computer with them when they went to battle Daemon. But as Hex watched the guardian defeat the supervirus, she had realized that although she may been a Sprite now, she still felt kinship with Daemon.

And that is why she had found the ones that had not been purged of Daemon. For some reason, not all of the guardians and binomes who had been infected had been changed back to normal.

There had been a simple answer. Daemon was not deleted. She held a back up file some where on the Net. Inside a young woman’s body to be exact. Daemon was to be reborn as a baby virus.

It was quite endearing actually. Also one of the most brilliant plans that Hex had ever had the pleasure of being in on. The young woman was been chased by the guardians. Turbo obviously wanted the girl dead.

So, the young guardian fled from system to system. And in each system she went she had ‘protectors’ or those still infected. Also, some who were not infected but wished for Daemon to be reborn.

Why normal citizen would wish this, Hex did not know. But then why had she signed herself up as one? Because she enjoyed the chaos that Daemon had created.

It did mildly pain her to double cross her beloved blue guardian in such away, but she could only let her boredom go so far. So she waited for a call from the previous station, except for the game here and there, there was nothing else to do.

A vid window appeared before her. A green sprite, veins glowing at his temples stood before her.

“Hexadecimal?” The sprite asked quietly.

“Yes?” She said, one of her eyebrows rising in question.

“Warning, incoming.” The guardian smiled maliciously and shut down the vid window.

“Oh, goody.” Chuckled Hex. Her face then turned serious. “Michael!” She screeched as the TV ran into the room. “Leave Lost Angles. I tire off you.”

The TV looked mildly hurt, but mostly relived to be off. He left in a hurry, leaving only Scuzzy behind in his wake.
* * *

Bob sat up in bed, startling Dot who lay beside him. She glanced up at her lover and glared. He kept her up most of the night and then wouldn’t let her have the rest of the night to sleep. Damn him.

“What’s wrong?” She whispered, her voice hoarse from lack of sleep.

“A portal just opened.” He announced, jumping out of bed.

Dot was awarded a nice view of his bitmap before he booted into his armor.

“Where did it open?” She asked as she sat up, pulling the covers up to shield her chest. Bob’s apartment was COLD!

Bob stopped to consider. In his rush to meet the portal he had not realized that the portal had not been open long enough for him to pinpoint a location. Someone had been a real hurry.

“I don’t know.” He whispered bewildered.

Dot sighed and climbed out of bed, shivering from the lack of heat. She quickly into her own armor.

“Come on, lets go. I can see you’re not going back to sleep for awhile.” Dot smiled slightly as they left the apartment.
* * *

“The P.O.’s sensors have confirmed that a portal did open.” Phong confirmed.

“Can you tell where?” Bob asked, a very sleepy Dot leaned against him. He was closer than the wall and more comfortable than the terminal.

“As you said, my child, it was only open a short time, but I believe it was open somewhere in Lost Angles.” Phong replied.

Dot came awake at this. “Lost Angles?”

“Yes, they have confirmed that the portal opened somewhere in Lost Angles.” Phong said, watching the two sprites reactions.

“I’ll go check it out.” Bob replied a few nanos later.

Dot considered going with him and yawned, better not. She’d probably end up falling off her zipboard. Plus, she had a meeting in the morning.

“I’m going home.” She said as they left the P.O. “That is my home, not yours, Bob. I need sleep.”

Bob smiled at her. “I’ll see you in the morning, then.”

Dot nodded absently and jumped on her zipboard.

Bob arrived at the diner the next day looking tired. He sat down quietly and laid his head on the table. Bob shook his head and created a portal to Lost Angles. Appearing above Hex’s lair he fell down the hole into her home.

“What bring you here, Bob?” Hexadecimal asked, her face giving him a look that said I-really-don’t-care-but-I’m-asking-anyways.

“There was a portal that opened in Lost Angles about half a micro ago. Do you know anything about it?” Bob asked her.

Hex shook her slowly. “Sadly, I can’t say I do. Is there anything else you need, Bob?” Her eyebrows lifted suggestively.

He shook his head quickly. Sometimes Hex just plain gave him the creeps.

“No...thanks anyway.” He smiled nervously and exited the room.

Hex sighed softly and turned towards the opposite wall.

“He is gone now.” She said softly.

A cloaked figure entered from the shadows. The figure pulled the hood back. The sight of a infected guardian met her eyes. Having just seen Bob, Hex noticed the woman standing in front of her looked remarkable like him.

“I would like to thank you, Hexadecimal.” The woman said, her voice was cold, unemotional.

“What shall I call you, my dear?” Hexadecimal asked.

“Many call me 621, but you may call me Mercury.” The guardian said with a smile.

“Biscuit?”