Wake up.
I know that you are awake. I have you strapped in various machines that are monitoring every bodily functions. Based on their readings, I do know that you are awake and just simply faking it. Do me this favor and just simply open your eyes.
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That is more like it.
You had me worried. You have been unconscious for so long that I almost given up on you. I thought you may have acquired an alien virus that killed you. Another hypothesis that I formed was that you may have given up on life and simply quit. You have no idea how much it pleases me that you are back with us in the land of the living.
I can tell by the look on your face that you are slightly confused. That is very easy to fix. Let me get you up to date.
My name is...
I am sorry. I cannot answer that. I do not even remember my name. It has been so long since I actually heard my name that I do not even remember it. Sad isn't it. It does not matter. He calls me Ugly as if it is some sort of insult. Beauty does not really matter to me. So you can refer to me as Ugly. It does not matter. What matters is what you are.
You are currently my hostage.
A very important hostage.
The problem is the I do not know why.
I may have to actually explain that statement.
I injected you with a very powerful tranquilizer in order to kidnap you and your companion. The problem with this tranquilizer is that it has a very powerful and unfortunate side effect. It literally wipes out your memory. You do not have no memory at this point in time. You do not know what is your name. You do not remember what you do. You do not even know who your father is. You probably do not even understand a word that I am saying at this moment. That is why you are so confused. Unfortunately, it does pose for a problem.
I don't know why you are so important and you don't have the answer to that question.
You see. I work for the Dictator. He has ruled for so long in so many universes that I am pretty sure that everyone in existence wants him dead. Myself is included.
I am the last of my kind. My species were called the Krillitanes. We were a spectacular species. We were survivors.
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Funny, isn't it. That was a cosmic joke that no one told us. Everyone says that the last one that survives wins. That is full of crap. You do not win. You lose. You are alone. That is what I am. To make my existence miserable, I am forced to work for the one who executed my entire species. I am definitely the loser of my kind.
I have been in his service for so long that I know his moods. To be fair, most of his moods range from not stoned to stoned out of his mind. I thought for sure that I would find him dead from an overdose.
As I have pointed out before, I am not that lucky.
My initial plan was to be in his service until I found out what was his secret weapon. What made this human so powerful, that he was able to conquer the whole universe with the slightest of ease. No one would have thought that I would still be in his service for so long. I know I did not.
When your group of rebels tried to attack the palace, it did something to him. It provoked an emotion. He seemed happy. He could not believe that you used the sewers to get into the palace. He could not simply believe that you did not realize that it was a trap. Why did you think he made it known for so many years that there was a "hole" in place's security? He placed it there so he would know when anyone attack the palace. It made him giggle. It provoked him out of his drug induced slumber and into action. He got himself cleaned up and waited for you. Like rats in a maze looking for the cheese, you and the rebels walked into that trap that he laid out so many years ago. He wanted to be there when you realized that he was the winner of this long game. I have a feeling that he wanted to feel something...different.
Then he saw you.
When he saw you, the Dictator had another emotion: Anger. That happiness that he had erased when he saw you. I have never seen that out of him. He always had that cool demeanor in every situation. Somehow your presence made it personal. No one in their right mind would unleashed that many angry monsters just to kill some small group of rebels.
You made him feel something that he did not want. You can tell by his face.
I do not know who you are, but you are important. I want to know why you are so important to him.
The plan was to simply kidnap you and get the information out of you in a timely fashion. I waited when you and your companion were separated from the herd in the midst of the chaos that the Dictator unleashed. Once I saw my spot, I made sure that I did not miss. Now, you are in my laboratory.
Of course, everything went straight to hell while I was executing my plan.
Who would have thought that the Daleks would be fighting an unknown spacecraft, which is showing them how weak they are? Who would foresee the eruption of rebel factions all through out this small world fighting against our forces? I thought for sure that there was no more fight left on this planet.
I blames this all on the rebel's leader: The Red Queen. She is the only one that could orchestrate million of small acts of rebellion throughout this world. It is only her that she have kept this rebellion alive for so long.
It does not matter. I do not really care for this planet or for your species. You can have this small world. I want to get off of this place and see the stars again. I want to see something different and feel something different. I am tired of this existence. I am tired of serving a crazed master. I want an end. I firmly believe that you will give it to me. I have to believe that. I need to believe that.
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Sorry. I did not realize how much I have been holding that in.
Normally, I would take my time with you. I would torture you and force you to tell me what you know about the Dictator. I need to know why the Dictator lost all of his mind when he saw you. All of that swagger and coolness. He simply lost all of that. You are the reason and I want to know why. I am pretty sure that he is looking for you. Time is a factor and I no longer have that luxury in being patience.
What I am going to do is simple and quick.
I am going to give you this serum. It will counteract the tranquilizer side effect. You will remember everything. This serum also have a side effect. It will hurt.
Your mind will feel like a million hot needles are pressing on your brain. You will remember everything and it will hurt. You will not die, but you will be in so much pain that you will wish that you did.
Once I get what I want, I will make sure that you and your companion die a quick death.
I really hope what you have in your mind is important. I want this existence to end. I want to feel this burden that has been placed on me to be lifted. I want the Dictator's death to happen today. I really hope you can give that to me... Mr. Bartowski.
I am going to give you the serum now.
I am sorry that this will hurt. It is the only way.