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Chapter 8
A white, cold hand, with long fingers, strokes the young boy's head before gently brushing its fingers up towards the blob, that sits neatly on top. It's teeth grabbing hold of the forehead and back of the head.
"Our babies will feast," it hisses, "this Creature, we have captured, seems to provide a large quantity of the energy our babies need, then the other ones."
It's gray-blue eyes dart up to the second standing next to it. Sharp teeth pointing, it smiles. The second quirks its head, long silver hair brushing it's offspring.
A dark chuckle ripples between its thin lips, "Yes, our babies will feast. But soon we will need to send out another psychic suggestion bringing these primitive apes," it hisses, "to us."
"They are such a," the first pauses, searching for the right word, "gullible species, easily manipulated. Believing anything they are told. A paradise in a frozen ice-land, they come, packing their families and their belongings for a few days trip."
The two creatures quirk their pointed ears, when they hear a clang from above. The other silver creatures,who are tending to the other white blobs, pause as well.
"Did you hear that, my Chosen?" the first questions, long claws protruding from its four finger tips.
"Yes, I did," the second agrees, turning back to stroke the pulsing blob, "must be the pipes. They tend to make quite a racket."
The first creatures retracts its claws. It looks thoughtfully at the young red head lying still on the table.
"This one has a very strong mind, unlike many of the other ape children," the second inquires.
A third creature walks over, its beady, gray-blue eyes searching the area.
"That's because, my dear Grendilis, it is not the child of an ape."
The second, now named Grendilis, turns, "What did you find my brother?"
The first turns as well.
"That these intruders are not of ape origin but of an origin long before," it hisses.
"What origin, my brother," Grendilis hisses back, sharp teeth snarling.
"Time Lord."
There is a collective gasp. They look down at the red headed host.
"We should dispose of this one at once," the first cries.
"No," Grendilis shouts, throwing up a four fingered hand, "It's mind is strong. Our child has never been plumper. It feeds off all this creative energy and gets larger each hour. We need to stick with the plan."
"What is the plan, my Sister," the third asks.
"Turn this primitive waste land into a new Phantasior, nice and chilly," it states, breathing an icy breath, "We will harvest and raise these apes as our food source. They are such Imaginative creatures. Deliciously plump with all those thoughts swirling through their puny heads."
"Excellent plan, my sister, but what to do with the Time Lords?"
Grendilis turns, striding down the isle of tables each one with a child on it.
"Kill them."
"With pleasure," he hisses.
"What if they try to negotiate,"the first asks.
"Kill them anyways," Grendilis hisses, "I will not allow some long, dead species to meddle with my plans."
She continues her walk, gentle fingers brushing the offspring. She pauses at a fourth creature.
"Oh, Mathazar."
Mathazar turns his head.
"Yes, My Chosen?"
"Please send the shadow up to the herd. I believe one is ready for the picking."
"Yes, my Chosen."
"Also Mathazar please strengthen my Babies grip on the Imagination energy. their growing tired of providing all the new places for the herd."
"Sometimes these ape children have such strong Imaginations."
"Yes, they do. That's why we chose them as our food source."
Mathazar darkly chuckles and turns back to his work.
"One of their minds is very powerful."
"Yes, the Time Lord child's mind."
"Time Lord?"
"Yes," it hisses, "I worry about its family coming down and capturing it. Can you alert those who do not know of the dangers yet. My Brother's building an army. We're going to slaughter them when they arrive."
"Of course, my Chosen, but wouldn't it be wise to ingrain them into our herd?"
"No, their minds are too powerful. They see past our trickery. Just kill them."
Mathazar nods his white head, long, silver hair swishing up and down.
"I'm off to my resting place. If the intruders come, please send for me. I want to be the one who severs the head of the fallen leader."
"Of course, My Chosen."
Grendilis heads toward the large ship. As she climbs the stairs, she turns around. Dozens of caretakers are bustling around, tending to her offspring. There are at least a good dozen or so host. A big tank is set to one side. The blobs swimming around, waiting for a host to latch onto.
She sighs, a dark smirk gracing her thin lips, "Yes, my plan will come together quite perfectly," she whispers, "Don't worry my children, you will all be fed."
She turns into the ship and disappears.
A group of Phantisorians are standing in a line. They are soldiers ready for battle. There one mission: strike the Time Lords dead.
"We do not allow any chances. If my sister wants them dead. They shall be dead. Do you understand," The third creature orders.
"Yes, Leader Pakonias. The Time Lords will die," they say in unison.
"Excellent. You find one, slice it open and let it's insides spill, but save the leader for our Chosen."
"Yes, Leader..."
A voice interrupts their chant, "Oh, that's not very nice. No one likes to be sliced open. Maybe we can talk a bit, get to know each other, have a cup of tea, a banana."
All the Phantisorians turn around to see a tall skinny man in a brown pin-striped suit and long trenchcoat.
"We can discuss this illegal operation of yours. Article 57 of the Shadow Proclamation states you can't destroy a level 5 planet. What I've heard here so far, you plan to turn the human race into a food source and the planet into a frozen wasteland so your people can thrive."
The man takes a couple steps down, "Well, that's kind of greedy considering your planet is well and thriving with life a good six billion light years away from here."
The man takes two more steps down.
"Plus, I personally like the human race. I have a few friends here. Hate to see them as cattle. Kind of unbecoming of them."
He takes another two steps down.
"But the main reason I am not pleased," The man walks closer to Pakonias, his eyes dark with a dangerous glint, "You kidnapped my son."
Pakonias steps back and shouts a fearful,"KILL IT!"
