The Planeteers are shocked at seeing Dr. Blight order the execution of Linka by her robot guards. Wheerler is screaming in rage and frustration. Gi recovering from puked onto the floor in shock at the execution. The other look at Dr. Blight's laughing face wondering how this mission could have ended so Dreadfully.

"Oh why the glum faces?" Blight mockingly asked. "She's all right." She turned her head. "Guards, bring the whore here." And then an unharmed but shaken Linka, escorted by two robot guards beside to her right and left, emerged into the view of the monitor in front of their bars. They were horrified. They didn't know what to do. A feeling of quziness, of unreality, as though nothing from their senses could be trusted overwhelmed them. Unreality. The unexpected shock of seeing her unharmed was too much for Gi. She knelt on the floor and puked out of sheer mental shock. It was a mock execution.

"Like I said, I control what happens here. I am the master of your reality. You are but putty in my hands."

The feed ended.

"Guards, put her back in her cell," she ordered. As Linka went pass Dr. Blight could not resist making a smart comment. "So what d'ya think of lover boy now? After seeing him squel like a stuck pig."

Linka turned her head away not wanted to say anything after seeing her friends brought to such a state of desperation. She was shuffled into her cell. She sat down and sat crying. Oh Wheeler. Is this the end. Oh what have I been doing? For years you made it clear to me how special I was to you and yet I never tried to take it further. If I make it out of here.

Dr. Blight saw her distress and instinctively decided to pour salt in her wounds.

"You listen, little Missy," she sternly stated to her, "by the end of this night you will all die and then I can finally get on with my scientific experiments in peace. And then I'll burn down your rings and Captain Planet will be no more. Hmm…Maybe I'll corrupt them and we'll summon Captain Pollution again. There won't be any rings for you. And then nothing will stop us."

There was a knock at the door. "Come in," Blight said. Then Linka saw this slightly plumpish man enter the room.

"Michel," Blight addressed the visitor, "look what I grabbed. The Planeteers."

"Why have you captured them, Madame?"

"These eco brats always like to meddle in my plans. They are now all under my power. I have the rings so Captain Planet will never trouble us."

"Marvelous! I always knew you could do it. You are so intelligent, clever and understanding of that which is difficult to grasp." It was evident English was not his first language.

"Haha. I know you like me, but you know, baby, flattery will get you nowhere."

"Ahhh…You are too clever for me. I mean…I could never be flattering enough for you. You are too clever and intelligent for a stupid man like me to have any hope."

"Soon I will have my way with them and we will be able to dispose of the packages."

"Blight. I want you. I must have you. You are all I think about. I obsess over you. I want you in my life."

"Thanks for the compliment, baby, but I don't need any man," she said with a sneer.

With that Dr. Blight promptly left to organize the dumping of toxic waste into London's sewers.

Michel, dumped again. He could not take this much more. Once again he was left alone. He left Linka without a glance towards her.

Linka thought mournfully that this Michel had simply viewed her as a non-entity. Except in his inept attempts to woo Dr. Blight he acted as though she had never existed. It was then she realized that he too, would have no qualms about letter her and her dearly beloved fellow Planeteers to be simply disposed of. With this last trace of hope failing, and knowing that no hostile person could see her she started crying heaving sobs.

Author's Comments:

I was somewhat discouraged from continuing this fanfic because of no response, but it is amazing how the slightest positive feedback encourages you.

Let me state here that I had always planned this story to proceed in this manner. I did play up the mock execution a bit, but I have this story fairly thought out and all is according to plan.