A small gust of wind woke Sally up from her sleep. She sat up and noticed a piece of paper positioned right in front of her. She picked it up and read it. It told her to go to the library, and that there was urgent news. She quickly got up and started towards the library.
Zachary sat at his desk and was toying with some sort of gun mechanism. He pulled back a little lever on the end of the gun, and then pulled the trigger. At the other end a small hypodermic needle shot out and sprayed a clear liquid into the air. He smiled as his creation was complete. He looked over at Tails, still in the large tube on life support. He had woken up a few hours ago and was making quite a fuss; hitting the glass as he tried to break it open. It was useless, seeing as the glass was almost six inches thick. The constant banging and hammering from Tails made Zachary extremely angry. He quickly stood up and looked at Tails angrily. Tails froze when he saw the look of sheer insanity on Zachary's face.
Zachary smiled evilly. "Well, I don't really need you anymore," he said slyly, "I guess I can do away with you now that I have your DNA samples." He looked over at the end of his desk and placed his hand on a real gun. It was gold-plated and had a barbed wire design around the sides of it. He picked it up and played around with it. He pointed it straight at Tails' forehead.
A shot of fear ran throughout Tails' body. He froze, not knowing what to do; he was trapped.
"It seems," Zachary said as he squeezed the trigger, "You were not fit to survive." He pulled the trigger as a rush of adrenaline shot through him. The bullet pierced through the glass and hit Tails square in the head. Tails jerked back as blood flew from his head and mouth and formed bubbles much like you would see water in zero gravity do. He lay there, motionless, the blast ripping his brain to shreds.
Zachary lowered the gun and laughed. Soon a noise was heard outside the door. It was Sally. She came looking to see what news was so urgent. She looked around, and called out to see who was there. Zachary ran up the stairs and peered out. She was there all right. He slowly put down the gun and walked out.
"So, you came." The British voice startled Sally. She jumped and turned to see Zachary smiling warmly, "I assume you got my note?" Sally nodded as he continued, "I have a secret. One that has only been told to my faculty and one other, rest his soul," Zachary snickered in his head and then started again, "I am the creator of this world. Or, in a sense rather."
"Yeah, funny," Sally joked, "Seriously, I'm really tired."
"Of course, but I'm not through yet. You see, as creator I have certain rights to know about my creations. That means, I need you." As he said this he quickly pulled out the peculiar looking gun from before and pressed it up against Sally's neck. She let out a shrill scream as the needle shot through her flesh. Her vision blurred as the drugs kicked in, and she collapsed limp onto the floor. Zachary dragged her down to where Tails was and put her in a capsule next to his.