"Bill Gates?!" I yelled.
"Indeed. It is I," replied the deformed figure.
"I would ask how the hell you got here, but as the author of several conspiracy theories involving you, I have no need."
"Oh yes, I know of those theories. How did you find out about the Peter Andre thing? No matter, this is not the issue here."
"This way." I pointed to the high street of Mingwall.
As we walked the short distance to Mingwall town centre, I observed with interest the way Bill skulked in the darkness. He seemed almost to become one with the flitting patches of shadow. Clearly, old Mr. Gates had mastered the art of sneaking a long time ago.
He remained silent throughout the duration of our journey. Never a sigh nor throat clearing. Nothing. I found it ever so slightly unnerving. Long before we saw the horror that was to enfold before our shocked eyes, we heard the screams. Screams of terror and agony.
The town centre was chaos. The huge yellow sphere that was Mr. Smiley sat grinning in the centre of the cobblestones. Blood and bodies lay scattered around it. As I watched, horrified, the gaping maw swallowed an old woman whole.
"OI! SMILEY!" I shouted.
The orb revolved to face me. I suddenly felt very small, and very scared.
"Ahh yes, Erin. What do you want? Do you wish to be spared until last or would you rather die now?" The liquid tongue kept me captivated once more.
"Neither. I have someone here to see you."
Bill Gates stepped from behind a flower box. Beside Mr. Smiley, Bill looked like a fly - albeit a deformed fly - sitting below Big Ben. It was hard to determine Mr. Smiley's feeling from his calm visage, but I'm sure something red flickered from behind the shades.
"Ahh... you..." he whispered.
"Y-y-y-yes..." Bill stuttered.
"What do you want?! I wanted to save you for last. I wanted you to watch your precious Micro$oft Empire crumble, CRUMBLE! And then, I would free the victims of your exploitation and crush you. Crush you like the worm you are! UWAHAHAHAHA!"
"I-I-I understand that y-y-you are u-upset Mr. Smiley, b-b-but I'm sure I c-can see about g-getting c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-"
"Conditions," I intercepted. "He can see about getting conditions improved for you. I mean, when you have crushed humanity, what will you do then?"
Mr. Smiley faltered. "I..."
"Exunctly. I never understood vilains who just wanted to kill everyone on earth. There'd be nothing to rule over. Also, there would be no slaves to follow your every command and no one to worship you. But, I digress. You have no need to crush all humans. Just bring down the Micro$oft Empire around Mr. Gates' ears. Make him suffer!"
"Well, you may be right. I like the way you think. Will you join me in this quest?"
"Yes. Yes I will."
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Sorry it took me so long to update! I spilt Tchae on my keyboard, so the computer was out of action. -_-
"Indeed. It is I," replied the deformed figure.
"I would ask how the hell you got here, but as the author of several conspiracy theories involving you, I have no need."
"Oh yes, I know of those theories. How did you find out about the Peter Andre thing? No matter, this is not the issue here."
"This way." I pointed to the high street of Mingwall.
As we walked the short distance to Mingwall town centre, I observed with interest the way Bill skulked in the darkness. He seemed almost to become one with the flitting patches of shadow. Clearly, old Mr. Gates had mastered the art of sneaking a long time ago.
He remained silent throughout the duration of our journey. Never a sigh nor throat clearing. Nothing. I found it ever so slightly unnerving. Long before we saw the horror that was to enfold before our shocked eyes, we heard the screams. Screams of terror and agony.
The town centre was chaos. The huge yellow sphere that was Mr. Smiley sat grinning in the centre of the cobblestones. Blood and bodies lay scattered around it. As I watched, horrified, the gaping maw swallowed an old woman whole.
"OI! SMILEY!" I shouted.
The orb revolved to face me. I suddenly felt very small, and very scared.
"Ahh yes, Erin. What do you want? Do you wish to be spared until last or would you rather die now?" The liquid tongue kept me captivated once more.
"Neither. I have someone here to see you."
Bill Gates stepped from behind a flower box. Beside Mr. Smiley, Bill looked like a fly - albeit a deformed fly - sitting below Big Ben. It was hard to determine Mr. Smiley's feeling from his calm visage, but I'm sure something red flickered from behind the shades.
"Ahh... you..." he whispered.
"Y-y-y-yes..." Bill stuttered.
"What do you want?! I wanted to save you for last. I wanted you to watch your precious Micro$oft Empire crumble, CRUMBLE! And then, I would free the victims of your exploitation and crush you. Crush you like the worm you are! UWAHAHAHAHA!"
"I-I-I understand that y-y-you are u-upset Mr. Smiley, b-b-but I'm sure I c-can see about g-getting c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-"
"Conditions," I intercepted. "He can see about getting conditions improved for you. I mean, when you have crushed humanity, what will you do then?"
Mr. Smiley faltered. "I..."
"Exunctly. I never understood vilains who just wanted to kill everyone on earth. There'd be nothing to rule over. Also, there would be no slaves to follow your every command and no one to worship you. But, I digress. You have no need to crush all humans. Just bring down the Micro$oft Empire around Mr. Gates' ears. Make him suffer!"
"Well, you may be right. I like the way you think. Will you join me in this quest?"
"Yes. Yes I will."
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Sorry it took me so long to update! I spilt Tchae on my keyboard, so the computer was out of action. -_-
