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the song drabble meme

It's pretty simple and fun, folks. This is how this works!
( 01 ) Have a playlist ready! Don't use all your songs--try and narrow it down a little.
( 02 ) Let everyone know how many songs you're working with. Also, which characters you would be willing to write about.
( 03 ) Others tag your post, picking a character or pairing or friendship or familial relationship or whatever, and then choose a number from your list.

( 04 ) Write a drabble related to that song, using that/those character(s)!

<b>Characters:</b> -Name || (<lj user="username"></lj> ) -Name || (<lj user="username"></lj> ) <b>Number of Tracks:</b>

- reference our previous meme if you're still confused

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RINZLER. Seeing red. #12.

Seeing Red (Till the End)

[double_discs]

Made Out of Nothing (All That I Am)

The brightness of the sun hurt his eyes even when he elevated the tint on his visor, but it was nothing compared to the burning behind his eyes whenever he thought about what CLU had done to him. Again.

He couldn't look at Flynn. The User had known all along and only ever tried to make things easy on him. Even as the abomination that he was. Still was.

But an instinct within him, some unyielding subroutine refused to allow him to ask for help. He wasn't sure what to call it--pride? stubbornness? ...stupidity? Was it an undying loyalty to someone who had only ever hurt him? Or was it fear that he'd hurt the one person that meant nothing but true kindness to him?

He could never be certain.

He kept away from all of them. His own imperfection drove him slowly insane--the constant rumbling white noise, the dual colored discs, the warring code that never quit fighting itself from the inside out. He couldn't see straight anymore. Everything was outlined in red. It reminded him of the liquid substance the User leaked the one time...

Rinzler couldn't remember the last time he'd had a peaceful moment. Even alone he was a hopeless pile of pixelated conflict, one battle after another, constant strife bottled into one form. He wanted it to end.

He would never be the same again. He didn't want what he was now. He wanted it to end.

He went to see them one last time. All he could focus on was the conflict. All he could see was red. He wanted it to end.

He attacked without preamble. He made sure it was obvious there was only one way to stop the fighting. He didn't hold back.

He waited for it to end in a shatter of black and red pixels.