Chapter Nine: Betrayal

Finally, rest. The dragon had given them some time to sleep, because he himself had grown weary. It was at this point that he realized it probably would have been best to bring some sustenance, but they were nearly there, anyway. There's be supplies at their destination.

The trio had laid out near each other, resting near the only ones they even partly trusted. Biter snored loudly, all other inmates by now used to his dinosaur roars, which used to echo down the halls at night back in the cells. North, who had taught himself to sleep during the night like most organisms on this planet, was using Biter's tail as a pillow, breathing quietly in contrast to the constant tremors of his pillow.

The night, cool and quiet except for the already discussed, seemed endlessly dark. The Blue Octo lay awake, pondering his life, his accomplishments. He remembered the first time he'd fought face-to-face with The Super, something the other criminals sleeping around him only dreamed of. The one thing he'd never discussed with Biter, or anyone else for that matter, is that he was The Super's personal rival. He, The Blue Octo, had been the recurring villain, the bad guy that the good guy couldn't quite catch. Except, he got caught. It didn't used to be that way; his life in jail had lost its purpose. Now that he was free, he could begin again, try to win this time. Not that he hadn't tried before.

The first time, he had planned it quite elaborately, though it didn't seem like it because his plan was foiled almost instantly, but that wasn't the point. Most villains started out by just doing something bad and happening to get caught by a superhero, then escaping and escalating the game. But, no, Octo had planned it from the beginning.

It started with a cry for help. Simple, but effective, because he'd disguised himself as a damsel in distress. The Super came running right away, like he always used to do before he became a big-shot who only took on the major crimes. Back then, no crime was too small.

The Super had "saved" the damsel in distress, and when he asked her if she was all right, Octo threw off his costume and basically declared war on the hero. It sounds stupid, but there was a plan behind this. The Blue Octo had just misjudged The Super, and was beaten fairly quickly by getting trapped in another dimension. A colorless dimension. His time spent there gave him time to devise new plans.

Years passed, and he quickly became a major headline in the papers. He'd escaped the colorless dimension by basically reinventing color, something that had never been attempted. He proved himself as clever, and dedicated. No way could The Super just ignore him now.

Except, he made a mistake. The Blue Octo had gotten so tied up in the game he'd forgotten what outside life was like. He'd forgotten his purpose, and was just trampling on the rules. He screwed up, and ended up in jail. It gave him plenty of time to think.

The first few years in jail, he had fought back, blaming the system, getting tazed more often than he'd care to mention, being disrespectful. But eventually, he broke down. He stopped the yelling, stopped fighting. Stopped blaming anyone except for himself. He knew, deep down, that he'd gotten cocky, and that was why he'd gotten caught. And he almost couldn't live with it. But somehow he had pulled through, not really thinking about it. That's how a lot of things are done, really. Numbing the mind so you can't feel the pain anymore.

And then there was the jailbreak, his moment of opportunity. Some of the inmates had stayed behind, rather take their cold-cut punishment than take chances with someone they didn't even know. But Octo? He knew this was his chance to redeem himself, and he had taken it. The question was...

What now?

He had a fairly good idea of what this "Starting Over" entitled, and he didn't feel good about it. There was only one option, and man, it went against every grain of fiber his being was made of. But it was the only option, as far as he was aware. Either that, or continue walking across the desert to who knows where. He'd have to leave Biter, the only real friend he'd gained in his 142 years of life. He took a deep breath. No sense in waiting; it would be morning soon.

Octo sat up, slowly trying not to make too much noise. He examined the ground, looking for... Ah, there it was. It crumpled as his tentacle grabbed it. Lacking hands, fingers, or thumbs, it was very hard to keep a grip on.

He's a genetically experimented on octopus, what did you think it'd be like? Stop interrupting my writing!! I can't see or read your thoughts, but I can imagine them, and they're bugging me. So stop it. He's an octopus, get over it. As I was saying...

He looked across the horizon, the inky darkness letting up a bit just where it touched the landscape. The sun was coming up. Better be gone before it finished. He looked back at Biter, at North. He took another deep breath. "Goodbye, friends," he whispered.

The Blue Octo turned toward the horizon, and set off in search of an old enemy.

"Hello, old friend."




Hi there! As you mat have noticed I changed it so that I'm labeling my chapters now. It's easier, and also, I'm lazy. Especially when my brain is overworked from school. I'm sorry about that.

So, last post took a while to upload because Google had some kind of glitch where it wouldn't save, even when it said it did, so that was frustrating. The good news is that I was able to copy and paste what I wrote into a Word document (It was my mom's idea) right before the server crashed, restarted, and deleted everything I wrote.

It was okay, though, because I just copied and pasted it back out of the Word document. The main problem I have with this issue is that it wouldn't let me publish my post because it couldn't save, so I was left clicking the publish button and wondering why it wasn't working. I'm very obviously good with technology... Not really. I mean, I set this blog up for myself two years ago, when I was... 13? So that's maybe something.

Enough talk about the past. Right now, I've got homework. High school, huh? They think they can just hand out homework willy-nilly. They're crazy.

But, yeah, I have to do stuff for school. So I can't write all the time anymore. Sucks, huh? I'll do my best to get stuff out on the weekends. And that super-secret thing I leaked about? It might actually come out in October sometime. I know I made a promise, but, hey, life's tough. Plus it goes with the Halloween theme better, anyway.

          Can you guess what my favorite holiday is?
                         -PolarFarina

P.S. Oh, yeah, according to my parents, Gmail got hacked, so I've got to sort this out. The URL might change or something weird like that (I dunno, does Google do that?), so don't forget that searching Google with the keywords "randomness of it all polarfarina" will get you where you need to go. The first six links are to my blog, so I think you'll be okay.

Thanks for being patient with all these technical difficulties. :)

Oh, hey, guess what happened this time? It deleted it all again. Whoops, Google. Glitches are annoying. It's REALLY TRULY BEING PUBLISHED NOW!!