Welcome back for our next update of Fire in the Snow! I'm posting this early today, because I'm going on a date with my girlfriend tonight over a video call and still wanted this to be out there! I love you all, and I hope you guys enjoy!
NOTE: THERE WILL BE A DOUBLE UPDATE OF THIS FIC THIS WEEK! CHECK THE END OF THE CHAPTER FOR THE DATE SINCE THIS CHAPTER IS SHORTER THAN NORMAL!
Chapter rated hard M for graphic depictions of violence, graphic depictions of rape and sexual violence in the past tense, obvious allusions to PTSD, perilous themes, brief heavy language, suggestive themes, and general adult content.
"I said let me go!" Purple struggled, viciously growling and snarling as he thrashed under Del's arm. "If you did anything to Red or Sen I'll…I-I'll…!"
"You'll destroy me?" Del chuckled warmly, readjusting his grip when Purple attempted to rake his claws down his side through his thick armor to little avail. "Goodness, you're quite the fighter now. It's strange what a week in the wild can do to a domesticated Irken, but I suppose that was to be expected." He stepped free from the whooshing elevator he'd forced them both into, nodding to Commander Poki and her wildly uncomfortable expression as he leisurely made his way down the narrow, dim corridor to his private quarters. "Ever since I received word that you'd been giving my life mate trouble on Callnowia, I prepared a lovely surprise to try and convince you to aid my cause. I think I'll be very persuasive, knowing how easily you crack."
Purple went to screech back another white-hot retort but failed, his breath cut off by Del's gentle, oddly intimate, glove smothered over his mouth as they neared the one room of the ship that he'd never been given the privilege to visit. Now he was more than positive that he didn't want the privilege anymore. His mind raced as his body was set into a sickening sweat, weak ideas and grisly flashbacks alike slamming into the back of his ocular lenses as images of Lire flooded his psyche and wrapped their claws up around his spooch to ruthlessly squeeze. Was Del going to do the same things to him that his advisor had done not even months ago? Please, no! Please! Purple couldn't take any more torment without shutting down completely! H-He couldn't take it and…
Geez, you complain a lot. Stay calm and think this through, Pur. What would a thief do?
Red?
Purple drew a shuddering inhale around the fabric pressing to his teeth and smearing the taste of old leather through his mouth as he thought over the phantom wraith of a voice looming in the atmosphere around him just out of reach. Where was Red? Was he taken to the holding pit in the belly of the ship or was he being tortured somewhere for his insolence and setback to Del's horrific plans? He knew how abysmally cruel and fundamentally insane his Tallest was…no…Del wasn't his Tallest anymore. He was an immortal freak of nature playing god and sinking his fingers into the lives of thousands to drink from the proverbial fountain of youth that spilled forth from their slit throats and destroyed arteries. Thousands had died for one insane man to live, and not even truly live at that, but rather steal countless more souls to remain disturbingly intact for his amoral desires of cheating death and dominating their star system with an army of blood-infused demons. Oh Irk…was he going to steal his blood? Purple felt his stomach flip at the thought, wanting to gag but unable to around the pressure forcing his sharp teeth apart and keeping him from screaming back his irate lack of consent. Ok, ok, think. What was it Red's voice had mumbled in the back of his thoughts?
What would a thief do?
Don't panic. Don't you dare panic at a time like this. It's life or death now…l-life…or…d-death…You're fine, you're fine! You still don't know what's going on and you don't have a handle on the situation, but that doesn't mean you can't evaluate your surroundings and begin to formulate something usable for when you're finally put down. Think on Red's voice; his strong, beautiful voice singing you back down to and calming you with a tender touch to the shoulder or a soothing embrace just when you need it. Now, if you ever want to see that cocky smile or hear that idiotic, condescending tone again, you need to figure out what the hell is going on so you can fight back against whatever bottomless cavern you're being thrust into this time. Just read it over in your mind a few times and maybe it'll make more sense or you'll hatch a plausible plan for how to end this on your own. Red himself had lived a small portion of his own life as a thief, breaking an entering everywhere that piqued his interest and stealing away whatever his soul desired in the moment while being insanely resourceful, but that wasn't necessarily helpful in the moment. Purple wasn't here to steal or seek thrills, he was here to survive and make it down to the brig so he could finally free the, hopefully still beating, pulses of the two individuals he had left in this callous excuse for a world. Thieves also used and contorted the law to their own will and bent it in such a way that it benefited their own ploys and desires and-
Imperial Law?
Purple lit up when a pang of hope struck him through the chest and warmed him to his toes at the dangerous connotation of what he was about to open up, running over lines upon lines of code in his PAK and rereading the law they were all required by the Control Brains to follow as he hunted for something specific he'd remembered in his training to become Tallest. If he could find it, Del would have to follow his word and wouldn't be able to legally touch him under threat of execution from their mechanical overlords beating down upon them all. His terrified gaze snapped up to the sound of Del imputing his personal code into his quarters, followed by the gentle buzzing whoosh of the hatch fazing open in cold greeting to reveal the shadowy opulence of his personal quarters. It colder than Purple was expecting, swallowing around Del's finger when he heard the hatch slam shut behind them and lock, his gaze bouncing and rebounding over everything he could faintly make out in the insipid, skin-crawling lack of light; a gargantuan, plush bedframe with sharp corners and a few mechanical extensions and sleeping lamps he could almost see if he squinted, deep magenta walls that seemed to breathe with the immense force of artificial gravity generated by the ship's electromagnetic pulse, and something else foreign but bizarrely familiar. It glistened and hummed intermittently against the comforter of Del's silken bedspread, glowing a faint magenta light that made Purple's skin prickle. Was that what he thought it was? Why?
"Alright, son, let's talk about this little misunderstanding between us." Del sang sweetly, snapping with his free hand for the lights to flutter to life and illuminate Purple's worst fears when he realized he was right. "You and I used to be such good friends, but then you got involved with that General and everything went south from there. I wanted to let you know that I'm still willing to work with you if we can get over this little blip in our plans, and I still want you to marry my daughter. However, I'm going to be stripping your rights of ascension to Tallest because of your insolence, and I'll be staying in power for a bit longer than expected."
Purple glanced up as his breathing escalated, picking up his muscle-burning, back-breathing thrashing once more when Del calmly carted him over to the bedside where an ominous, lone PAK sat grimy and covered in filth from where it had been unfortunately discovered, cluing Purple in to the lingering stench of uncleanliness the closer he got. The nauseatingly distant scent of wild berries and watery snow invaded his trembling antennae as he picked up his panicked search for the ordinance he needed to shout to bring an end to everything that was about to happen, finding himself distracted by the roar of his blood pressure escalating through every heaving vein in his body and making him dizzy when he began to piece together just who's hardware this used to be. Del snickered above him and sat gingerly on the edge of the bed, pulling Purple into a tight, forced embrace on his lap to squeeze around him and press him back into his chest as he hyperventilated.
"Judging by your reaction, it looks like you've already figured out who's unfortunate PAK this is." Del's voice took a somber dip when he fell into a fit of reminiscing over the past. "I met Lire in the academy and we've been attached to one another ever since, until your lovely little General took him from my life. His blood had been tainted by the blood of a past consort to Sen who we didn't know was impure at the time, and…I'm afraid it swallowed him whole and made him into something sickening. What a shame." He paused to catch his breath, tightening his already suffocating grip on Purple's mouth as he continued to hunt through the law for the single loophole he needed to end this. "You may be wondering why I requested his hardware be collected, and it's simple really. I need your blood, my dear Nemi, to create a stable army of unstoppable Irken excellence, but I know that you'll violently oppose my staff and I every chance you get. If we don't use your blood for our cause, I'll be forced to use the blood of Irkens less pure than yourself and we won't understand the effects until they take place in the body. Your blood, on the other hand, will guarantee their safety and security."
Del pulled away to allow Purple to take a deep breath, chuckling when he went to shout something but instantly smothering him once more as he dug into his jacket and slipped his pistol free to let it clamber to the floor. He was so close, so close to finding what he needed to say as his PAK went into overdrive and splayed thousands of words behind his ocular lenses until…yes! Yes, yes, yes! That's it! Purple frantically scanned each and every line, finally landing on the paragraph he so desperately needed and reading it silently to himself;
Imperial Law mandates that any challengers of a standing Almighty Tallest formally declare their opposition in a controlled environment that allows for insightful discussion between the two parties. Should there be no resolution of the opposition, or if the challenger feels that he and/or she has been wronged, the challenger retains the legal right by order of the Control Brains to dispute the Almighty Tallest in battle under the supervision of the Control Brains themselves.
Battle? He would have to battle Del? Purple didn't like the sound of that, every word hammering his terror deeper and deeper into the swirling torrent of horror and disgust wavering in his skull. He swallowed thickly when Del reached out with his free hand and hummed a jovial tune, popping the main hatch of Lire's decrepit PAK and snaking free a thin, intact connection cord. Please. Please how did he challenge him? How did he challenge Del before whatever nightmare he was planning commenced and trapped him in his own worst fears?!
Battle between both parties is required to take place on Judgementia in a controlled environment and shall determine the outcome of the argument. Should the Almighty Tallest fall in combat to the challenger, the opposition has the right to claim the title of Almighty Tallest if they are at least five foot, seven inches in height. The challenger is required to send verbal confirmation of their challenge directly to the Almighty Tallest which in turn activates a request within both party's internal hardware that will be sent directly to the Control Brains to initiate combat within twenty-four hours. During the grace period, both parties are required to maintain at least five feet of distance between one another and are to cease all external communications. If either party is found in violation of these stipulations, they will be subject to trial before the Control Brains.
Shit, he had to initiate the challenge by word of mouth? Del must have prepared for that, keeping his hand firmly over Purple's lips as he fumbled with the external connection port on his PAK and invaded his most intimate code with the code of another. He fumbled with the end of Lire's cord, struggling with a sigh of growing frustration when Purple squirmed and reached up with frenzied hands to scramble and pry the domineering grip free so he could scream out the only option he felt he had in the moment. If he entered battle with Del, he would have a chance to evade capture and run, but…there was no guarantee he would live. Del had been injected with his blood mixed with Ipi's, giving him a dangerously intense edge and making him practically impervious to everything Purple could potentially throw back at him. He was tough as diamonds and infinitely strong, threatening to crush and snap his jawline on a moment's notice should he refuse to calm and cease his infuriating struggle for dominance that wouldn't come and would surely be a daunting, unbearably overpowered force of evil on the battlefield. But, if he didn't challenge Del, he would be forced into giving his blood until he bled dry and felt every vein in his withered body collapse and turn to dust as every last drop of his liquid lifeforce was mercilessly stolen from him. Irk, what did he do? If Purple sliced open a combat request, he would fight his Tallest alone under the glowing lights of the three main Control Brains staring down at them from a safe distance with smoldering mechanical eyes and horrific intent to watch the carnage unfold. Would he even stand a chance at survival or was this a double edged store with no conceivable way out? He hooked his fingers around Del's palm and tugged, screaming behind his iron hold when he refused to budge and shaking his head when he felt Lire's connection cord slam into his external port, the beginning fringes of fuzzy information exchange flooding his mind as he eyes rolled back in his skull and thousands of individual memories hammered into his consciousness at rapid speed, splitting his mind with images of grisly murder and horrendously bloody warfare. Then came the agonizing divide in personality that shuddered up his spine and confused him beyond anything he'd ever been forced to feet, groaning and writhing weakly as his fingers twitched through vividly real sensations he knew he'd never felt but saw playing out like a movie he couldn't escape, gripping around the throats of his enemies as he was practically transported into his abuser's body. Why? Why was Del doing this? Why was he forcing him to live in the footsteps of the one man who hurt him deeper than anyone ever could?
"Shh…that's it, son. That's it…" Del murmured, letting his free hand trail up to smooth over Purple's rapidly flicking antennae when he lurched and vaulted in his grip. "This is the only way to convince you to give me your blood, Nemi. If you see and feel the intense pain that impure blood gives you, I think you'll be more apt to aid my cause. You don't want millions of others to feel what you're about to, do you?" He continued to stroke his sweat slicked forehead, staring down at the glassy, unseeing terror in his captive's wild eyes as he experienced every horrid memory Lire had ever undergone. "Oh. Forgive me, Nemi, but I seem to have neglected that I reprogramed Lire's hardware to show you a few more things as well. Don't worry, I know that you deserve to be punished and I know you understand that in that smart mind of yours, so please take it as a gift and we'll move forward together towards a new future once we're finished."
What did he mean a few more things?
Purple blinked the stinging, hot tears from his blinded eyes, trying desperately to wiggle his way free and rip out the hideously disgusting cable connecting him in terrifyingly intimate ways to his attacker as he choked and sputtered when Lire's own voice entered his throat and attempted to flow past his tongue to taint the air with revolting memories of splitting pain. Only this time, it wasn't pain Purple was forced to feel but the intense wildfire of Lire's hilarity as he tormented him and took him from behind, enjoying every second of his blistering, mind-numbing assault and watching himself beg for forgiveness as he realized just how much Lire had enjoyed emasculating him when he rolled forward once more.
Hatred. Loathing. Sadistic enjoyment.
Pressure. Squeezing. Crying.
So much crying.
Why did his advisor find this funny? Why was it funny?
Hands landed against warm, smooth hips and forced their captive down into the mattress creaking below them to gain the advantage.
Snickers.
Praise.
Praise? Lire always had a thing for praise during domination. Purple could see it so clearly, feel it, live it.
Please.
He needed someone to kill him, letting his fingers fall away to his lap as he lost the unstable, welcome control he'd finally had with Red over the past week and letting it dissolve to a mess of sweat and heartbroken, terrified sobbing as he weakly fumbled for the connection port but faltered when his surrogate body picked up speed once more and chuckled under his breath. Every moan was salt in a fresh, festering plasma shot to the brain, reducing Purple to a tear-streaked, bubbling mess as Del finally peeled his glove away from his trembling mouth and shoved him to the side to allow him to fall limp and catatonic to his comforter.
Death.
Please…he couldn't take this. He couldn't do it. He couldn't stomach it or stand it or feel any more of this repugnant torture claiming his body for his own under the fictitious but all-too-real memory of rape and injustice thrust upon him all because he was a pretty face. Wasn't he a man too? Or was he still just a toy? Did he still qualify as a man even when he had been taken forcibly by another? Of course he did, but why the hell didn't he feel like that? He felt shame, anger, and numbness combined with every sickening, disturbing emotion and lick of Lire's lips staring down at him with his cloying green gaze trained on places only an affectionate, tender lover should have ever seen. He didn't feel like a man. He felt like…he didn't know what he felt like. No, Red had showed him that he was powerful and given him a chance to take his shattered masculinity back for his own in a relationship that finally felt equal. Red didn't view him as the crying, sputtering shell of a creature he was watching grip at the sheets under his weak claws as he gave in to the motions to reduce the splitting pain within him to no avail.
Why?
It wasn't real.
It was real.
It wasn't real!
It was real!
Why could he never escape his past? Why couldn't he move? Why was Lire in his head? Would he remember him for the rest of his life now that he'd shared code with his PAK? He would never get away. Wait…he was supposed to challenge Del. He was supposed to end this and pave the way for his own victory against his nauseating demons and scream out his own hatred as he sliced open that powerful throat before the Control Brains and took his place as Tallest. Was he ready?
Yes.
He was ready to end this.
He opened his mouth to speak and initiate combat, struggling when his body shuddered and writhed in sudden terror to the false memory of Red's reliable boot knife being thrust up under his ribcage to crack at the cartilage holding his gooey, spilling organs in place.
"Don't worry, Nemi. The sweet release of agonizing death is coming soon." Del whispered with a nauseating kindness that had Purple rolling onto his side to shiver away. "Then we'll see if you're ready to donate some of that precious blood for me."
Say it. Challenge him. Just find your voice!
"I trust that you'll see things my way."
"Get to him, Styx!" Sen barked again, smearing her face up against the chilly glass of her holding chamber and squinting against the mechanized glow of the forcefield holding them in place. "Don't worry about me just get out of here and go up the duct!" She screeched, glancing to the side to make sure they weren't being watched by anyone unwanted. "Seriously, quit crying like a kid and get up there before Del bleeds him dry or something!"
Red stabilized himself against he glass and pushed up with a single, shaky palm, glancing up at the duct before folding forward and pressing his forehead against his bonds as he wept. "I-I can't! I can't do it!" He was hysterical at this point, raking a hot palm down his face as he broke down and let loose everything he'd been concealing. "I can't do anything right, Sen! I couldn't make you happy, I couldn't save my family and…a-and now Purple is gonna die because I had the idea to come back here b-before we really thought it through! Why am I so stupid?!"
Sen yelped when Red reared back and smacked his head against the glass, opening her mouth to speak but panicking when he continued his frenzied, frantic rant.
"All I wanted is for something to go right for once! I-I…I-I wanted to be someone so no one would ever look at me like I was worthless again!" He sobbed, letting his PAK legs go limp when Sen struggled to figure out how to break through the intensity of the wall Red had thrown up between them. "I-I've always had this hole in me that I can't figure out how to…t-to fill and I spent so long filling it with shit I didn't even need! I-I stole and I ruined lives because I wanted to make my own better but…b-but I don't care about that anymore!" Red's gaze shot up to meet Sen's before he choked and faltered once more. "A-All I wanted was to be someone…I wanted to protect someone to prove that I was worthy but I'm not even worthy of his love, am I?"
Sen swallowed around the viscous blood clotting in her throat as she coughed and hacked to the side, tentatively returning with a sigh as she knelt to look Red in the eye once more, finding that he'd given up. The hopelessness in his tired, harrowed tone was heartbreaking at best and tugged at whatever soul she'd retained in her undead state, tapping her claws against her prison in a soothing, rhythmic stim that gave him something to focus on as she spoke.
"Styx…no…I need to stop calling you that. You're Red now, right? You're not a failure." She began bluntly, unsure of how to continue when her frienemy sniffed and burst into another round of infuriating bawling. "Would you…w-would you stop crying? Geez, you're worse than Nemi- I mean, Purple, used to be! You say you're a failure but you've made it this far so you've done something right. Instead of looking at it like a failure, look at it like a success."
"What the hell does that even mean? How would you know what it's like to fail?" Red's voice broke, forcing him to swallow it back down with a shiver and curl up against the glass to listen, catching sight of Sen's gently rapping fingers and latching on to the oddly distracting sound. "I…I don't think I can do this…"
"That's what I'm trying to tell you, Red. You can do this. You're the only one of us with a vent, or else I'd climb my way out and get to Purple myself while you cried. You can't give up this far into your journey or give up on that…um…man that you love." Sen took a deep breath and tried to hold it together when Red reached out and felt for the tender thump through their barrier. "I know I wasn't ever there for you, but even when you hated me, you were still there for me. Please, Purple needs that from you because you're the only one on this ship that has a chance to get up there and get to him. You've been through so much but you've always survived because you're strong."
Strong?
But…Red tried to find a counter argument and throw himself further into the fiery pit of despair plaguing his head, but he couldn't find a way to beat back against Sen's sound reasoning. He was strong? But, he'd been homeless, stateless, planetless, famililess, and now he was going to be partnerless. So many buts…so many terrifying reasons not to move forward. His intelligence had always been questioned from his admittance into the Academy and his appalling grades, and his own Tallest had called him an idiot before the Control Brains and slandered his IQ before a crowd of thousands. Humiliation. So much humiliation. So much mud caked over his cheeks as he shivered in alleyways and begged for scraps on corners, digging through empty trashcans to lick the crumbs from donut wrappers and swallow down lollipop paper just to taste something sweet. He'd developed a power complex early on, a fervent need to be in constant control of his own internal environment and have it work in tandem with the external as he rebelled his way through society and took down anyone who opposed him with brutal, guttural strength. He'd hidden away his insecurities when he was taken for eye color testing, reinventing himself and using his learned skills as a petty thief to get somewhere in the hierarchy of other violet-eyed Irkens struggling around him. He'd lied to himself for cycles, telling himself that he was happy with Lavender Fire and returning to Irk but always wanting more in the moment to take himself to the next level and prove to every depressed, angry fiber of his broken being that he wasn't trash.
"You're not trash." Sen giggled lightly, trying to relieve a bit of tension from the mood and snickering when Red's jaw dropped in confusion. "Don't look at me like that. It was a lucky guess and written all over your face. But you have to stop beating yourself up. So what if you're technically unclean or something, but it doesn't matter! What matters is you getting to Purple and pulling him out of the pain he could be in! Do you want him to suffer?"
"N-No! Never!" Red yelped suddenly, a spike of determined anger hitting him in the spooch and pacifying a bit of his self-loathing sadness. "Why would I want that?!"
"Well that's what you're acting like! What do you want from him then?"
"Why are you yelling all of a sudden?!"
"I asked you what you want from him!"
"I-I-!"
"Don't stutter, tell me!"
Red clenched his jaw in mounting, distraught exasperation when Sen kept talking over him. "I want to love him!"
That wasn't good enough to prove Sen's point, her overly aggressive therapy tactics not helping much as she shook her head and slammed a palm against the tank to make him jolt out of his stupor. "You want to love him? Give me a clear answer and quit stepping around your own surety! You're smart, you're powerful, and you can figure this out!"
"Fine! I love him! I love Purple, alright?!" Red shot up from the floor and clenched his fists, narrowing his eyes down at his new friend as he finally admitted his feelings verbally to the atmosphere and solidified them as something real and profound, a bit surprised when he had the gall to keep going. "I love him more than I've ever loved anyone and I want to keep him safe because I know he'll do the same for me! If I could be with him for the rest of my life, I would because he's everything I've ever wanted and…and he's real." Red trailed off when Sen grinned and pointed up at the vent. "Holy shit, you're slick."
"I have my ways of breaking idiots out of mental breakdowns." She beamed as if she were an expert. "Now, get out of here and go save your partner."
Red took a deep breath and rolled his shoulders, wincing at the painful burn in his skin from the ruthless plasma connection he'd managed to drown out in his stupor. Purple was up there. He was up there with Del and he was most likely alone. This time, Red couldn't stay along the sidelines of the horrors he was being put through; he needed to be strong and fight for them both for the first time in his life.
He wasn't stupid.
He wasn't a failure.
He nodded to himself and focused, flicking on his ocular lenses as he extended his spidery extensions and attempted to pry the vent cover free, heaving against the weight of the titanium as he huffed and felt every muscle in his back strain and burn with lactic acid pumping through his system. Dammit! Come on! He tried again, suspending himself in the air before latching his boots against the wall for leverage and tugging back with his bodyweight, yelping sharply when the metal flew free and forced him to the ground in a heap as it tumbled and clattered to the floor with a booming clatter of a thud. He panicked, glancing in terror to Sen who's hand had flown to her mouth before she frantically waved him on when the pulse-stopping sound of angry shouts in the distance ricocheted through the glass and alerted them that their plan had been discovered. Red scrambled to heave himself up, crying out when his pod fazed open and a single guard flew forward to grab at his boot, tugging at his laces with maniacally irate claws and ripping it free as Red lunged back and kicked him between the eyes. He latched his hands onto the lip of the dark tunnel swallowing him whole and struggled to keep his balance, stifling another cry when the guard quickly recovered and snatched at his ankle before barking something he didn't quite catch in the heat of his terror. Red felt himself slipping, fumbling to keep his hold as he heated a single laser and thrust it down to fire, missing and panicking when his blast rebounded and slammed into one of his PAK extensions to sever it from his hardware, the guard taking advantage of his shell-shocked gape to drag him back down into a harsh, violet tousle. He threw a punch, connecting hard with Red's side as he double over and pushed off the glass to mount a counter attack, remembering his pistol and flying up to yank it ruthlessly free from his hidden holster before throwing it up and cocking the slide. He glanced nervously up at the vent, watching his heaving attacker shakily raise his hands in surrender as Red snatched at his sleeve and thrust his pistol into his back.
"Walk." He demanded shortly, taking a final look towards Sen who began to fluster when she realized he was taking a different avenue. "Take me to Del. Now!"
"I-I don't think I have the security clearance to- S-Sir, I don't even know where he is!"
Red wasn't in the mood for games, gritting his teeth and slamming the heated pistol of his barrel hard into the small of his prisoner's spine, searing his uniform as it heated and drawing a terrified cry from his trembling lips. "Then find out! Who on this ship knows I'm here?"
"U-Um…just the bridge and the lower deck, Sir. We've kept the information sensitive out of fear that…um…that a coup in your honor would break out. B-But, I-I…General, I'm just doing my job! I don't-!"
"Shut up and let me think." Red thought rapidly as his wartime instincts kicked in, running through each and every floor with his ocular lenses and scanning for Del's life signature before quickly pinpointing it in the pinnacle of the ship with…oh Irk.
With Purple's erratic pulse.
Fuck.
"He's in his private quarters. If you can take me there and make this look convincing, I won't splatter your head all over the wall." Red whispered against the guard's antennae as he improvised, ignoring Sen when she frantically pointed up at the vent and tried to sway his reckless decision making. "I don't know my way around the duct system here and the steam alone could boil me alive so, you're my only option. Got it?"
"Y-Yes, General!"
"Good. Then let's start a mutiny."
Thanks for reading loves! I hope that you enjoyed this part 1 chapter to our mutiny of the Massive! Like I said, I will be posting a second chapter on Sunday April 12, 2020 by 10:00 pm CDT! Love you and thanks!
