Within a few moments the red subsided, turning to black and then bringing his vision back. Macon stood and stumbled a few feet, still finding that his motor functions were poor. His left foot and knee turned to point out as he walked forward, limping along. He still couldn't quite feel his legs, it was going to take him a very long time to walk back to Zapper base.
Zappers met Macon on his walk home, "Macon! What happened to you?" they'd ask, and Macon would try and recount the harrowing story that was slowly becoming more courageous as it went on. The Stingrays had found him, that leader, Dan, and they had tortured him, trying to get the built half of their car, among other information. Some of the Zappers ran off to look for the stinkin Stingrays, others stuck with Macon, trying to help him hobble back to HQ.
When they arrived, he was greeted by half of the Tribe, lazing around and eating lunch, it irritated and angered him. "Get out of here! Go kill those Stingrays, look what they did to me! Go out there and get the parts, how many do we have? One? GET OUT!" So maybe he was taking it out on them, his anger and his upset, but it was easy that way, and they deserved it after all he'd just gone through.
Zix, the last person he wanted to see right now, stepped forward, wringing his hands, "Uh, Macon?"
"What?" he snapped back, taking his arms from around the shoulders of the two boys who had helped him walk back home, wobbling on his marshmallow legs.
Zix jumped and swallowed hard, "Uh, someone is here to see you, that one that was all beat up and went to the Mall? She's ah, she's in there," he thumbed back towards the room that Macon had his meetings in.
"I don't want to see her, tell her to go back out and fight," Macon dismissed easily, hobbling towards his bedroom, he had to find Becky, if what Mega had said, she wasn't hurt and she was still alive, he had to be sure she was, then he had to send her out into the streets to be tough, toughen up. She'd never survive a treatment by Line if she didn't toughen up a little bit.
"Uhh, Macon?" Zix interrupted him, swallowing hard as he stopped and glanced over his shoulder at him, obviously annoyed. "She said Jordan beat her up," his forehead creased with an unsure look.
Macon thought about this for a minute, his eyes glazing over as he glanced back to the door. Well, that was kind of vital information, and if she had come from inside of the Mall, perhaps she had more information for him. He had some questions for her anyway, like, why that one tall Mall Rat got all twisted up when Macon had thrown her around. It dawned on his sluggish brain then that she could be a spy. If that was true, he was going to delete her, here and now, and personally hand deliver her to the Mall. 'You won't be making any more trips down to the Mall now, I'm afraid' Line's voice echoed in his head and Macon shivered. "I'll see her," he agreed, hobbling in the direction of the door, trying to straighten up and get himself more presentable. One of the girl Zappers ran over and helped Macon to clean up his chin and neck first, so he wouldn't look quite so haggard when he did go in there, and Macon waved her away when he'd had enough.
Slowly turning the doorknob and entering the room, Macon scanned the girl's face. She looked horrible. He closed the door behind him, took a seat in the chair across from her, crossed his arms across his chest, and glared. "Well? I'm a busy man!" he barked finally, his mind four thousand miles away worrying about Becky.