A/N: The italicized text segment indicates a flashback. This is Dorkus' flashback on how he had acquired Pinter and when he had escaped from his home.
Fifteen minutes passed and Dorkus was almost certain that the two aliens were already asleep; one of the reasons why he thought that now would be the best time to do this since they wouldn't be on the alert.
'Sheen is completely oblivious to what I have in store for him; he has absolutely no idea that I want him dead…maybe wishing death upon him is a little too much…' Dorkus thought to himself as he looked out his bedroom window.
"Meet me by Sheen's bedroom window, Pinter, I'll be there shortly." Dorkus instructed him as he opened his window. Watching Pinter fly off in the same direction he was going, Dorkus took a couple of long steps backward, closed his eyes and exhaled, did a running start and jumped out the window.
Pinter flew near Sheen's window and peered inside. Sure enough, Sheen and Nesmith were indeed asleep; what was uncertain to him was how long they've been asleep for. If they've only gone to sleep merely seconds ago, this could ruin Dorkus' chances, which would eventually lead him to be severely punished by the Emperor himself. And that was something Pinter was not going to risk.
"Listen well, my son, you are to take great care of this Pinter egg until it hatches." An elderly female Sorua explained to her young son as she handed him the small fragile egg which was orange in color with the addition of violet spots.
The young Sorua looked at the Pinter egg and tilted his head before looking down at his mother. "Are you sure about this, Mother? Wouldn't me caring for something as trivial as a pet burden me even more with everything I've been burdened with over the years?" He asked, his violet colored eyes filled with annoyance.
"I'm sure of it, son. Now you must hurry. Your father is bound to awaken any moment, and once he does, he'll be after you to try to reclaim you. You must not let that happen; I won't let what happened with Palokus happen with you, agapi̱ménos." His mother looked up at him and smiled before touching his face; her boy looked so much like his father, if only love was another connection between the two.
"What about you, Mother? Aren't you going to come with me? We can escape this Hell; we can escape Father. I don't want you to be in constant pain for the remainder of your life. I would not want that for you…" The young man's face filled with great sadness and longing.
The elderly Sorua shook her head. "I have to stay here, agápi, for your brother's sake as well as the rest of our people. I can't just abandon them…you would understand if you held a greater power than what you do now."
A rumbling sound filled the air around them and the young Sorua quaked with fear. "Mother..." He grasped her frail hand while his other hand held onto the Pinter egg.
His mother looked back up at him and smiled. "S 'agapó̱ , o gios mou."
Dorkus continued to fall from his bedroom window, his eyes still closed as he remembered the day that he escaped his prison; the prison that was his father's domain. It had been so long since he had jumped out of his bedroom window, that he began to wonder if he was going to land gracefully with no scratches on him. If he so much as acquired a scratch or a burn on his green skin, the Emperor would surprisingly wonder what had happened tonight. He didn't feel like answering unnecessary questions.
He opened his eyes and made his arms go straight behind him before he realized that he couldn't float to the ground; he had no cape equipped on him, his regular solid violet robe as well as his spaded one did not have capes that were attached to them.
'Grock…well, that only leaves one thing left for me to do…if I can do this right, I should be able to grab onto a ledge of my house that is close enough to the ground. If not, I'm basically committing suicide at this point."
Normally, Soruas were able to survive lethal injuries and endure great amounts of pain. The night before, Dorkus was able to survive a bomb explosion when his plan to get rid of Sheen obviously failed. After his house was put back together, Dorkus remembered that the bomb was at close range; if he hadn't moved in time, he would have been blown to smithereens. Soruas were indeed able to survive explosions, but not when they were at close range.
Dorkus looked to his left in mid fall and outstretched his arm to see if one of the ledges was close enough for him to grab on to. Seeing that there wasn't, Dorkus began to worry, he was usually more prepared than this; first he forgets to wear his caped cloak which would enable him to float to the ground with ease, and now he couldn't so much as determine when a ledge was supposed to appear in his line of vision.
'Well…time for my last resort, if I break any bones, so be it, it's not like I'm not going to die from falling nine stories from my bedroom window…'
Getting himself out his thoughts, Dorkus closed his eyes again and flipped his body so that his back was facing the ground. This was a Sorua's last resort when it came down to falling from a great height. It was a rarity that a Sorua would end up with a broken spine due to the force of the fall.
"I won't die…not tonight…and certainly not now…"
Translations
agapi̱ménos = sweetheart
agápi = love
S 'agapó̱ , o gios mou = I love you, my son.