The Plan, Part 6

The Plan, Part 6

            Darkon and the Castle Guard Leader, Melech, after Darkon took a moment to tell Melech the gist of what happened, was led to the entrance of the Throne Room, which was guarded by Mordeki.

            They both halted in front of the entrance, Melech stood at attention in front of Mordeki, saluting him.

            “We request permission to—“ Melech began.

            Mordeki interrupted, nodding his head toward Darkon, “He here to speak to the Villain Leaders?”

“Yes sir,” Melech replied.

“Very Well. Come,” He said to Darkon. “At ease,” he said to Melech.

Melech let up, and walked back to the Lab to inspect.

            Darkon was allowed into the Throne Room by Mordeki,  then led into the Conference Room, where the Villain Leaders were gathered, speaking of important matters. Von Nebula, The Black Phantom, and Voltix were sitting at a circular conference table. The Fire Lord and The Witch Doctor left on their own after the Break Out and the Fall of the Hero Factory. They are now considered “Hunters”, and both have their own groups of Villains.

They, like the other Hunters, wanted to just be freed, and go on their way. Any Strays they found were forced to be slaves for them.

The Fire Lord wanted Fuel for power, and The Witch Doctor wanted Quaza, but they had to limit themselves to those resources so they could have them for longer. They also wanted to get more Strays to work for them, so they could have more of what they wanted. In fact, they were currently teaming up to become a force of their own, hiring other Hunters to work for them.

Von Nebula,was brought back the the demension where the Voltix and the Black Phanotom now ruled, ans joined with them. 

Then, Von Nebula asked, “What is it that has happened?”

The other Villain Leaders agreed in unison.

“Well, sir,” Darkon began, “We had a problem in the Lab earlier, and I have come to report the incident to all of you.”

“First,” Voltix started, then pointed at Anak, another highly trusted Villain who was appointed to his position obviously for his immense size and intimidating look, “Get our guest a seat, so we may speak to him.”

Anak closed his eyes, and dipped his head, and said “Yes sir,” in a very low, creepy, evil sounding voice that even disturbed Darkon a bit. Almost like the voice of a Demon. And Darkon dealt with many highly ranked Villains many times throughout the day. He stepped off into a dark corner, and came back with a large seat and placed it across the table from the three Villain Leaders, since they moved over to the opposite side Darkon’s seat was set. Then Anak walked back to his post, near the entrance to the Conference Room.

The Villain Leaders said for him to continue, motioning for him to sit down. He explained the whole incident, and also said that if the subject, the one who the Villain Reseachers experimented on that had escaped, was seen by a Searcher or City Guard, they were allowed to take it out.

Voltix asked, “What kind of threat could this experiment cause?”

“Well,” Darkon replied, “He’ll likely die in a matter of days because his body will not be able to handle the new stresses the mutagen --”

“But,” Voltix interrupted, “If he does somehow survive, what kind of damage could he cause?”

“The mutagen we injected into the subject, who is bio-mechanical, was supposed to turn him into a Super Soldier, and be very loyal to all of you,” referring to the Villain Leaders.

“That didn’t exactly answer my question,” Voltix said.

“Well then, long story short, he can be a very tough opponent if he decides to oppose us Villains. But, it all depends on how far the mutagen has traveled through his body and factors of that sort.”

“Alright then,” The Black Phantom said, “we must issue a decree that if the experiment is seen, he’s to be eliminated immediately.”

“One more thing, though,” the Black Phantom started saying again, “If this experiment is still alive, and poses a threat to any of us Villains, whether it be us Villain Leaders, City Guards, or Searchers, YOU will be held accountable for anything that happens. Got it?”

“Yes sir!” Darkon replied.

Darkon was fairly confident that the experiment would die soon. Or so he hoped.

--

Aleck was taking the lead once again, Oran and Jerin not far behind. They looked in all directions, hoping to see where the Searchers or City Guards were, but didn’t want to be seen.

They remained in the shadows and hid in buildings in hopes of seeing Villains.

There were sightings of Searchers and City Guards, so Oran recorded them in his Logue, as it became known as. He kept it in his bag, when he wasn’t recording. He never let anyone else touch his bag.

They continued doing the same thing for days, every day learning more and more about where the Villains were, and found areas where they moved on a consistent basis.  Also, every day the four would discuss Sheer’s Plan (The Plan) about helping to free the Stray’s families from the Villain controlled Cities.

The thing was, though, Oran didn’t actually have a family. But, he acted like he did anyway, hoping to get the other’s sympathy and acting like he felt sorry for them and their families. He didn’t want them to become suspicious of any of his actions.

He was able to avoid talking about what was in his bag, as well. They couldn’t know, not until it was too late for them, anyway. He’d just have to play their silly little game until it was the right time.

--

                Now it was a new day, and the three Strays had to head out to collect more supplies, since they were running low again.

--

The pain was only getting worse. His head throbbed; his right arm and leg ached continually. He’d been out here for days, memories slowly coming and fading. All he could remember, or so he thought was a memory, he wasn’t even sure, was that he was a victim of a Villain experiment, and he was injected with a mutagen that must have changed him in ways it wasn’t meant to. His skin and armor was changing from black and gunmetal grey to white and light grey. Also, his senses were heightened, making him wearier of his surroundings. But, as a result, his pain seemed unnaturally sharper at times.

His name…. his name… Oh yes, his name was Zakor. He knew that much was true.

Where did he come from? He didn’t know. But what he did need were supplies to survive. He looked through suburban areas, and tried to get into places where there could be supplies, but found very little.

He really didn’t know where he was going, only that the mutagen inside his body might kill him, or so it felt like. And, that was, in fact, true.

It had been pretty quiet wherever he went, though he did have to hide from Searchers, City Guards, and even a few Hunters. He didn’t have the energy to fight or even fend for himself.

He then stumbled upon a broken down building, like a shop, with an entrance that was covered with rubble. Maybe there were some supplies in there! He then ran toward the rubble covered entrance, and started getting it out of the way. He could sense that there were supplies behind the rocks covering the entrance.

--

The three Strays cautiously made their way to the building where they knew supplies would be. As they approached the building, they heard rumbling and rocks and stones being thrown around.

Uh oh! Someone had found their supplies!

NO!!

They were terrified!

Was it a Villain? Was it another Stray?

Whoever, or whatever it was, they were getting into their supplies! They had to be intercepted!

The three ran toward the supply building, just as a large figure got its way into it.

To Be Continued