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
