Cry's Rampage_ Chapter 2

This was getting nowhere. Russ and Red were no match for him. They'd swing their swords toward him. Instead of getting a hit, he'd either dodge or block it. Their weapons didn't even phase him. Cry yawned after dodging Red's sword once more.

"Man, this is getting boring."
He jumped out of the way of Russ' fist and landed on the wall. He sat there, half smiling. "Let's make it interesting."

Russ and Red stopped, staring at Cry, waiting for an attack. They seemed to be out of breath.
"So what... do you think... he's... planning?" Red said, catching her breath.
"This is Cry we're talking about. I don't even think he knows himself."
"Any ideas?" she asked.
Russ shook his head, "None."
"He's too fast, our weapons are useless... we have to call for backup." Red said.
Russ didn't move. "I can take him." he quickly answered.
"No you can't." Red said.
"You didn't let me finish my thought." he said looking at her from the corner of his eye, "I can take him long enough for you to get out of here and call the others."
Red turned to him, "No way. We're both-"
"The odds are against you..." he let out a chuckle. He looked back at Cry who still sat on the wall now resting his head in his palm, watching them with fascination.

"I'm bored of this." he murmured. "Enough talking already!" he raised his voice loud enough for them to hear. "Why stall?" he asked. "If you can't fight any longer..." he smiled, Russ tensed, "... then you're no more then a broken toy to me." He gave out a chuckle, "And like all broken toys... they need to be thrown away."
That psychotic grin was back. He put his hand out toward them and the flames spat out. Russ quickly blocked with his sword, pushing him back a few feet. The flames ceased. Then... a slow clap of applause. Russ lowered his sword, on guard.
"See, I knew you weren't broken!" Cry laughed.
"Damn you, Cry." Russ said through his teeth. He was out of breath.
"Hmmm... I guess you're a little worn." He was no longer amused, "Too bad."

Russ was seriously running on fumes. He looked at Red and nodded for her to go. She was about to when Cry shot at Russ once again. But, this fire... was different. It was blue and black, and little pixel-like squares in its center that turned from black to a very light blue.
Red pushed Russ out of the way. She grabbed onto him and managed to get to the door. She pushed him inside and locked the door, pressing buttons on the panel to double lock it, keeping Cry in. She helped him up and used herself as a crutch as they walked up the stairs. As soon as they entered the room, she then rested him in a chair and went to the many computer screens that were in the room. She suddenly heard a bang on the window. She slowly turned around, knowing what_ knowing who it was.

Cry was on the window. He had a serious expression on his face.
"Red..." he breathed, "can you have Russ come out and play?"
She looked over at Russ to see him unconscious.
"Please." Cry said. His palms tensed up on the window.

Red quickly ran to the counter in front of the window and slammed hard on the yellow button. And electrical field formed around the window and spread throughout the walls in Cry's little room. He jumped back. She pressed two green buttons and a metal door fell over the window, blocking the sight of the little room. But even with that door, she could still hear his laugh.

"And to think I thought you were a doll." he said, "I guess Russ isn't the only action figure here." Chills went down her spine. "Oh Red." he called out, "Won't you come out and play?"
She quickly turned for the computer screens. She typed on the keyboards, but nothing happened. The screens were still black.
"No" she whispered, "No, no, no!"

The back ups didn't have enough power for the computers. She hurried to the back and swirved to a corner to see a little box bolted to the wall. She opened it and began flipping all the swtiches it held On and Off. Nothing happened. She cussed a little and laid her head against the wall. She whispered a few things then turned to the box. She stood up and punched it. The lights blinked to life. She could hear the screens starting up.
"That'll work." she said, staring at her accomplishment.
She hurried back to the room and began typing furiously on the keyboard. She sent a message to all friend contacts Cry had on Steam (it's Cry's Twitch account ppls, come on, I think he'd be logged into Steam as well_ at the same time).

She typed in a message: