Rio: Return of the Infection Part 2

Part 2 of 2 of Rio: Return of the Infection. The boys have had enough! They will now rise up, let go of their pasts, and go to make sure that the people who mercilessly destroyed their lives will never bother them again.

This is the beginning...of the rest of their lives!

Chapter 1: A New Appearence
Tony was silent as his consciousness slowly returned to his body.

As the young fifteen year old macaw slowly opened his eyes, flashes of the last moments he could remember were appearing before his eyes: He was running after his best friend Craig as his newer friend Josh was trying to stop him from doing so, but as Tony continued to run, he was too late from stopping Craig as he rammed his spiked mace into the core pillar, which resulted in all three boys: Craig, Tony, and Josh falling off the metal bridge and into the abyss far below.

As Tony slowly rose up with a groan, he slowly observed his surroundings as his strong vision returned to him: he was in what appeared to be a hospital wing with beautiful metallic grey walls and floors, dim yet pretty white lights that shown above, and beds with teal collored metal and white sheets that provided a compfortable surface to lay on, one of these beds was providing Tony a good place to rest.

Tony then proceeded to look down at his legs, but paused when he noticed that they were no longer greyish blue, but dark grey.

Tony reached out his arms to touch his legs, but paused again when he saw that his feathers had changed completely: They were no longer a bright royal blue, but instead a deep crimson red. And on his wings, the bright royal blue that was his color had formed into odd yet pretty lined markings that formed into his wings, and down to the tips of his fingers, producing a strong glow.

As he examined his palms, he looked to his right, and paused yet again when he noticed a rather odd occourence that got him shocked and confused in a flash: the t shaped scar that he always had was gone. Dissapeared. Whoosh.

Tony: What in the-?

Tony stopped in mid-sentence as he heard his own voice: it was almost exactly as it should be, only it suddenly gained an odd digital hue.

???: Something the matter?

Tony looked up in shock as the sound of a young Slovacian voice filled the air. He turned to his left to see a red macaw standing in the middle of the room.

He was wearing an odd short sleeved shirt that was white with black sleeves. The sleeve that was on his right had a white z on it, the front of his shirt had a black zipper with black vertical stripes that went from the bottom of his shirt to his waist, and dark blue markings ecactly like the royal blue markings on Tony's arms.

???: You, look like you need some cloathing.

Tony looked down and under his sheets to see he was right. He wasn't wearing his vest anymore, or his hat, or his headset.

???: Just wait there, I'll get you a shirt.

Tony, seeing his position, saw that he had no choice but to wait for the red macaw to return with some cloathing for him.

The red macaw returned two minutes later with a shirt similar to his own, only it was complete with a black hood, and the sleaves had a p on one side, and a w on the other.

???: I'll wait for you until you finish putting that on.

The red macaw waited for Tony to put on the shirt and come out of the wing. Which took him less than ten seconds to do, and then he met up with the red macaw.

Tony: Thanks, um.

???: Hm?

Tony: Uh, sorry, but I never really got your name.

???: Oh, uh my apologies. My name is Jano.

Tony: Tony. Uh, quick question: How long have I been out?

Jano suddenly froze and looked around the large hallway, as if he was at a loss of words.

Jano: Um, I'm...never given that information. Sorry.

Tony: Oh, okay. That's alright.

Jano: Glad to hear that. Anyway, all you have to do now is follow that long corridor until you see a door that reads "Prestige Worldwide", and you'll be just fine.

Tony: Okay, thanks.

With that being said, Tony proceeded to follow the instructions he was given. Until he realized a terrifying fact. Something he had only done to his closest friends:

He just acted polite to a perfect stranger.

Tony: (In thought) What was that?!! Why did I just act polite?! I never act polite to anyone other than the people I know completely!

Tony was still in deep thought on this when a familiar, southern voice filled his ears.

Josh: Tony? Tony, is that you?!

Tony looked up to the source of the voice to see that it was indeed Josh, his newer friend who fell with him and Craig in the abyss from Beriut. He was now tealish green in color with grey markings on his wings and fingers, a black and white shirt exactly like Tony's, and his wingtips had purple on them to go with the markings, only they wern't glowing.

Tony: Oh, Josh. Am I ever glad to see you.

Josh: Same here man.

Tony: Uh, dude? Quick question: Where are we?

Josh looked around to make sure no one else was looking, and then he turned to his friend with as much honesty and seriousness he could give.

Josh: Moscow, Russia.