Originally posted by The Grey Fox
I didn't know, but I'm laughing already
Originally posted by AC/DC'S_LVR
Ch. 14Satan burst through the doors of the Weapons and Surveillance Center with Romanis on his heals. He/She looked around the room at the monitors and the weapons the scientists were working on. Romanis watched with a wary eye as his father walked around the room and surveyed they people as they worked. Then Satan walked over to the gigantic throne-like chair on one side of the room and sat in it as though he/she was taking over things.
‘I basically am,’ he thought with glee, ‘I knew my insolent son could never take on the task of ruling a world. He’s already ****ed it up and he isn’t even millennia old yet.’
The humans around in looked in confusion as a child sat in their ruler’s throne and looked ready to give orders. For a full minute, no one moved, they just all stared at their ruler with the expectation to throw the child before them out of the room and on to be executed. But that wasn’t going to happen.
“Well,” Satan’s voice said through the small girl in the huge chair, “Get back to work!”
Romanis walked slowly over to his Father and collapsed on the small steps leading up to his throne. Satan looked down at his weary son and made a face of utter disgust.
“Go back to the sick bay, son,” he/she said, “We don’t need you getting sick all over this delicate equipment.”
When he didn’t move, two guards came over to help their Lord.
“Leave him!” Satan said, “He must learn to walk on his own!”
Mumbling apologies, they retreated back to their work.
* * *
“Glenn, what does this look like to you?” Alex asked.“It’s just a bit of spilled sealant,” Scythe said after only taking a quick glance at the spot Alex indicated.
“I thought so, too at first, but look what happens when I run the detector over it,” he said.
As he ran the thin metal rod over the blob of clear goop, it quivered slightly, as if alive.
“Oh shi-,” Glenn said a second before snatching up his communicator.
“All members of the Resistance report to the meeting hall immediately,” Scythe’s voice rang loud and clear through the passageways of the facility, “Kay! We have a Code Orange.”
Half an hour later, they were jam packed into the meeting room, in the center of the round table a small blob of what looked like gel was displayed on the HoloScreen. Anna, Faye, Kay, Brian, Angus and Sidney were all gathered along with Glenn and Alex in a far corner of the room. After some time, they finally broke their huddle and walked over to the table.
“Alright,” Anastasia said, rage was very much apparent in her angelic voice, “Whoever is responsible for this… come forth now or we will have to forced to take drastic measures.”
A cacophony of noises met their ears after she had finished her sentence.
“What do you mean?” Riley asked.
“What the **** is that thing?” Mike shouted from the other side of the table.“Do we have a traitor or something?” Bruce asked.
“YES!” Kay said climbing up onto the table, “We have a traitor amongst us! And he or she had better step forward before we have to do individual interviews. And don’t think it’ll take a long time no…. It’ll go quickly I guarantee it. But this place will be on lock-down until the traitor is brought to justice!”
“Hey, where’s Slay?” Grey asked.
Everyone with the ability to do so listened to the sounds above and around them in order to find Slay. The sound that reached them was the sound of a truck’s engine warming up in the frigid climate of the storage room. Without a second thought, Kay was gone in a flash.
Ten stories above the meeting room, Slay sat in a truck filled up with enough supplies to get him to Paris in good time. But that didn’t mean immediately taking off without having to warm up the truck’s engine.
‘**** me,’ he said as another round of shivers rattled his teeth, ‘What is this? The 22nd Century.’
He hit a button and a hot blast of air smacked him in his face.
“Finally,” slay said, putting the truck into gear.
“Going somewhere?” Kay asked from the seat beside him.
“Oh shi-,” Slay said before the door beside him was ripped off and he was dragged out onto the cold hard floor.
“So then,” Sid’s voice said from somewhere on top of the truck cabin, “Did you really think we’d let you get away?”
“No but you’re stupid enough to fall for my act,” he smiled through blood that had appeared suddenly along with a pain in his jaw.
“Really? So all the, ‘I’m sorry. I never meant what I said to you online. All those insults were just a joke.’ That was all bullshit?” Kyrie asked, her eyes danced in a fiery rage.
“You really are daft aren’t you?” he asked.
“No just pissed,” she said before ripping his throat out.