Chapter 14: Dreams of Cruelty
A/N: This chapter will be about our very 'unlucky' antagonist. After all, I haven't given much information about him, in this entire series, he'd appeared only once. So, why not? Expect some cursing in this chapter.
A large man, clad in black and red, walked in an orderly fashion into the large, intimidating building. He gulped. He was extremely nervous. A taller man was sitting on a large, black chair, wearing completely black robes. This other man was looking down, thus his face was obscured.
"My emperor," The black-and-red clad man greeted.
"You'd better have a very good reason to bother me right now. I was about to continue our experimentation on our newest lab rat," The black-robed man hissed, "Do you not think the Great Misfortune would treat being bothered kindly?"
"I-it's urgent," The other man explained, "Our assault failed. The spoiled brat summoned what we think was her whole army to defend their base, and the slaughter was so large our troops surrendered to save lives."
Misfortune slammed his fist down and raised his head, revealing eyes full of pure anger and malice. "WHAT?!" He yelled, "Your troops surrendered? To save themselves?!"
"I-I had no control over the situation-" The general defended.
"YOU ARE FAILING! I appointed you myself because I thought you had the skills, intellect, and wits to beat that little shit!" Misfortune shouted at the top of his lungs.
"I can, and I will! I swore on my life!" The general stated, and the villain grinned evilly and snapped his fingers, then two guards pinned down the general.
"Indeed, you did swear on your life. But, your usefulness has run out, and you haven't fulfilled your promise. So, looks like you're about to fulfill it for real now," He said maliciously, and the guards carried the general away.
"No, wait! Please! I can do better!" He begged, but he was ignored.
Misfortune was now alone. "What a mess! What an absolute, fricking mess! First, I learn that she controls half the planet, then I learn my own troops are cowards, and now I have to appoint a new general!" He shouted, "Hmph. None of this would've happened if that impotent brat hadn't the hubris to dare invade my planet. I'll kill her, slowly and painfully, to get even for what bother she's caused me. No, no, wait. I have a better idea. But, for now, I should probably get back to my test subject. If this experiment works..." He chuckled, then laughed, then laughed maniacally. "Then, I won't have to worry about the hat brat," He said contently, then rose and walked behind him into a hallway. He looked through a window, where a small, very angry child was standing in a small, square room in a defensive position.
"Um," A researcher standing near the window grumbled.
"How goes the research?" Misfortune asked.
"Well, uh, unsurprisingly, she isn't exactly cooperating," The researcher explained timidly, "She's lost and scared, she wants to see her friend (you know who), and she knows we're her enemy."
"I wasn't asking about her well-being, you idiot! I was asking about the research!" Misfortune berated, "This brat can die a slow and painful death for all I care. I only care about the research. If this works, the war is a guaranteed victory. I'll give her one more chance to turn around, she is one of ours. Try again."
The researcher gulped. He was secretly hoping for Hat Kid to win, for obvious reasons.
"Fair enough, I guess. We'll try again," The researcher said to no one in particular, then entered the room. The kid turned around, and was revealed to be Bow Kid.
"Ugh," Was all she said.
"Hello again. I think we really got off on the wrong foot. This experiment can help you become better, and we want to teach you the truth. I don't know what your little hatted friend told you-" He tried explaining, but was cut off.
"She told me enough. I know who you Legion scum are," Bow Kid hissed.
"Then, you should know that we're on the same side. We know what planet you hail from, and we want to help a comrade out," The researcher explained, sending Bow Kid into an unholy fury.
"I'm not one of you! I'm not a villain! I may be a Time Lord, same as you, but you are not my friend! You can't fool me, you rat!" She yelled. Then, the door to the room opened suddenly with a clank. Misfortune had heard enough.
"Enough. This has gone on for long enough. I can't believe it. I try to show a hint of mercy, and this is the thanks I get. No more. I will ask you only once," He grumbled, "Either join us and this experiment will not be too harsh, or refuse and regret it."
"I will never help you, no matter what happens to me," Bow Kid stated confidently, "I don't associate with child-murdering, pathetic pieces of garbage like you."
That was it. The villain snarled and picked the girl up by the neck, then laughed evilly.
"Just as I expected. Wonderful, that means I can do whatever I want with you, and trust me, you'll learn the very definition of agony," He hissed, then walked into another room and pinned her down against a trolley and tied her there. "You really do remind me of the other kid, and I don't mean that as a compliment," He taunted.
"Um," The researcher said timidly.
"Start the research. Do whatever you need," The villain ordered, and the researcher scratched his head.
"Are you sure?" He asked.
"I do not care what happens to her. Do anything and everything you need to do. If you don't, especially to spare her suffering, I will know, and you will suffer just as much," Misfortune warned.
"O-okay," The researcher said, cleared his throat, then walked into the room, grabbed a syringe labelled with something, and injected it into the struggling child's arm. Seconds later, she began screaming at the top of her lungs.
Seeing this, the villain laughed maniacally.
"You'd better prepare, Starweaver. You won't be able to fight this," He gloated, and continued to watch the experimentation, grinning in sadism.
Hat Kid needed to get there, and get there as soon as physically possible. Not only was her first officer's well-being and possibly sanity at risk, but her own life was, too.
Misfortune grinned more and more as the experiment progressed. One would shudder to imagine what inhumane thoughts lied in that darkened mind: what dreams of merciless and sustained cruelty he possibly had.