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CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
"Now, my brother should be here quite soon but until then, you!" Vigilare pointed to the teenage girl, it was better to pick on the frightened ones. She swallowed and trembled slightly, the Controller grinned, "Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you." The girl swallowed again, her throat was too dry. "Just amuse me for a little while okay?" His voice sounded friendly but what he was saying wasn't. "A-Amuse?" The Controller leaned back and laughed before levering himself up again so he was only a few inches away from her face. "Not like that!" Vigilare replied still snickering slightly, "Your pretty but not THAT pretty!" The girl would've been insulted any other day and if any other person had said it but she just wanted out. The rest of the family stared, some looked at the Controller in shock, some in confusion and some in disgust and frustration. He was clearly the only one enjoying himself.
As Vigilare said the teenager was pretty, she was very small in every way, her height was small, her build was small and her voice was small. It was even smaller now because she was scared. Her hair was white just like the rest of the Grakium's but was fairly long and even though there wasn't very much shampoo in the planet since the Controller had taken nearly everything of their's it remained silk like. The Controller brought a knife to her left cheek, he rested it there for a few moments, enjoying her now obvious fear. "Now, we're going to play a game, I'll ask you a question and you answer it. Simple right? If you get it right I'll give you one request you want, except I want me and my family to live and all that stuff. Anything to do with the planet, like fresh water or a kind of food or medical supplies anything! Fun huh?" The young man growled, since the girl herself was being timid he decided to stand up for her. "Leave her alone! Why do you even need that knife?" Vigilare ignored the question, he needed the knife to make her even more afraid so she would be more likely to get them wrong. "If you get one wrong then I'll take something away from them. Let's start!"
Martha followed after him immediately as he started to walk away, "Wait, your just going to leave me here?"
Forza couldn't help feeling bad about himself, "I can't let you be caught too. And you can maybe do something, if you done it before maybe you could do it again." Martha stood in front of him, attempting to block his pathway. "You can't just give up!" The teenager stopped and glanced down, partly in shame and partly because she wasn't making it any easier. He was already unsure if he was making the right decision. "What else can I do? I can't just let him kill them, people have already died. And it was because of me!" He said almost tearfully.
"Shut up you coward!" It was General Tare, "Your in a bad position so your just going to quit? Your just going to let us all die? I thought Mondo said you were supposed to be the good one."
Forza turned his head to him and was about to glare at him but suddenly thought of something. He was holding a sharpened piece of metal in his hand that looked like a sword. "Does the Controller allow weapons?" He asked, hoping the answer was no.
"Of course not, but no cameras here so we make our own so we can defend ourselves." Spero chirped in seeming proud. Forza grinned, and spun around to Martha again, "I'll hand myself in Martha." Martha stared at him in confusion. But couldn't say anything before he continued. "But I'll need your help, and your's Spero. I'll need you to give him the sword General." He could tell Lot still didn't entirely trust him. "Please General, this could save your planet. I know you hate the Controller and I can understand why and why you would want to kill him. But please let me try my way." There was a long pause, Spero and Martha had agreed instantly to Forza's request, even before hearing his plan. Spero wanted to help because he badly wanted the Controller's reign to end and Martha wanted to help the planet but also the Doctor. "Fine, but if it doesn't work we're going to do it my way." Lot Tare insisted after hearing the plan. Forza swallowed, he needed it to believe it would work. He had to count on Vigilare and the Master's vanity. "Okay."
Sorry this took me so long, I was pretty busy again. R&R please! I'll try and do the next chapter faster.