So this story may be a little... off at points in many different ways. Don't worry, no M rating or anything like that. But you'll totally see what I mean as I get further into this story. Also, I'm sure you can tell from the summary and title that this will be a bit of a... dark story, so if you don't like, please don't read, and don't hate. I'll try my best not to detail it too much during these parts.

Sorry I'm being so weird about all this, I just want you all to understand this will be a darker story. But as always, happy ending and strong friendship scenes! ... Anyway, I'll shut up now and just let you all read. XD

" ... So. "

The Novian murmured, looking through a special machine that allowed him to view whoever he wished. It appeared to be a very high powered telescope, maybe with a few extra features as well. And currently, this alien was spying on a certain red-headed alien on earth, who was surrounded by species this particular Novian didn't know.

" The little pilot drop-out is living comfortably on that pathetic little mud-ball, surrounded by freaks. But perhaps... "

The alien slowly rose from his chair and walked into the light, reviling his image. This Novian, clearly a man mind you, had messy hot pink hair with thick bangs on the right side, hot pink eyes, a magenta colored shirt with a golden collar and golden sleeves, covering in blue blood stains, black pants, boots and gloves also with blue blood stains, black antennae with slight tears in the length of them and a small golden sailor-like hat. He also had a blue thunderbolt-like scar on his right cheek and a long thin one on the entire left part of his face, going over his eye and disappearing into his hair. He truly looked like a horror movie psychopath.

" Perhaps I could use this to my advantage... "

The alien muttered, smiling sadistically.

" I've never drawn the blood of a non-Novian. I wonder what it would look like? How it would feel... how it would taste... and most importantly... how it would empower this beautiful factory. "

The man sneered once more and walked over to the railing, looking over it to watch his workers, or "slaves", work away. This factory looked straight out of a horror movie as well. It held may wires and tubes, and in some places it held an embalming table against the walls and held large, thick swords right above it, where they pierced straight through an aliens heart and right through their Life Support Systems. Killing them instantaneously then drawing their blood, powering up this factory.

His slaves had only a few jobs. Some cleaned, some powered the machines by slamming large hammers against a tile that had been designed to generate electricity when hit with enough force, and some managed the controls to the swords that killed the poor victim. Truly this factory was a thing to marvel in the twisted aliens mind.

However, drawing the blood of the cute Novian prince would be beneficial, and drawing the blood from a non-Novian would bring him much more data and facts for his research. Hence why he needed to find a way to get them here from earth. He himself couldn't leave less his slaves get the idea they should begin to rebel (not like they'd get very far but still). Perhaps he could call on that blue alien... Bruce.

Before Bruce made people battle to the death in that colosseum of his, he worked here as a second-in-command. But he grew bored and wanted to watch his victims fight for their life before being killed. The man gave him this freedom so long as he followed his orders when he called.

So Bruce could bring him his poor fools to torture now...

Snagging a video cam from the nearby table, the alien waited until the blue alien appeared on screen. Bruce seemed a bit surprised by his sudden call, but soon straightened out, nodding to his master.

" Hello Eli. "

Bruce greeted calmly.

" What can I do for you? "

" I want you to fetch me some new play-toys. "

The pink one, now known as Eli, responded simply, giving a straight forward stare as he spoke.

" Prince Zeke Supernova, and a couple of his closer friends. The ones who are clearly close to him. Bring them to the factory, and don't allow Zeke to slip away. Also, don't harm him too much. Wouldn't want to damage that great figure he's got. "

Bruce shuddered lightly at he others choice of words, instantly knowing what was going on. Yet he swallowed his obvious discomfort and nodded, giving the other a soft glare and a salute.

" Will do sir. I will have them there within a few days max. "

" Good. "

With a click, Eli hung up and placed the cam back down on the table with care, grinning widely once more. He looked over the railing and at his "people" once again, unable to resist giving a dark chuckle. This place would be even more horrific with those snot nosed brats around here. And Zeke... heh... he'd be a nice new pet for himself. The mere thought of having the red-head here and in chains was enough to make the alien excited, and he began to pray Bruce didn't let him down. If he did, he might just have to hook HIM up to one of these machines.

This thought brought out a dark chuckle from the alien, before he broke into a full evil laugh. This laugh echoed through the factory, the workers within it's walls shivering and pitying the unfortunate souls who were certainly going to be bound in this retched place.

So despite being dark, I feel like this was a decent first chapter. I hope you all enjoyed.