Trapped
Chapter Four: Failed Attempts?
This is actually turning out good, aside from no reveiws. It's nothing like my other works. :D
The plan he demonstrated for us would take time—good thing I was the least bit patient, if anything else. It would require all of the aliens in the prison, probably most of them.
I saw a Vulpinic Vorare fly by (the giant dog/squid aliens seen in the Null Void). It carried several alien on its back and with its tentacles to another section of the prison hold. Probably Section B. That's where the muscular aliens were told to assemble.
The greatest of all criminals were now gathering together to escape this hell hole.
All the inmates would fight. Yes, fight. The only thing we could ever do right was the wrong thing, but it might help us escape. I just wanted to go home.
...Damn, I'm such a sap!
Gamma approached me a few hours later. "Have you ever heard of the Omnitrix, my dear?"
"Don't call me that," I snapped, crossing my arms. "The Omnitrix, you say? Yes, I've heard of it. Is it real, though, is my question to you."
"And my answer is yes," he answered.
I looked at him.
"Oh, I remember that day evenly," he muttered. "A small creature, a Galvan, came up to me. He was of my brother species, so I actually paid him some mind.
"'I've built a machine that could end wars around the galaxy, my friend, but I must request your assistance, Gamma,' he said. He was relatively old. His eyes pierced through me. 'You are a Galvanic Mechomorph,' he said. Then, he said, 'Provide your DNA to a worthy cause?'
"I had no damn clue what he was talking about," Gamma went on, his fists clenching. "He tricked me. He showed me to a room. In the middle of the room was a watch, clasped with a heavy-duty metal clamp, for some odd reason. The Galvan stayed a bit back, but urged me on. Is he afraid of his own creation? I asked myself. He told me to touch it, then leave the way I came as quickly as I could."
I was interested by his story by now. Several other aliens were gathering as well, knowing by now that if Gamma had something to say like this, it must be worthwhile to hear.
"I did. I laid a hand on that...that demon machine..." Gamma said. "It flashed yellow, and a silhouette that looked like me appeared. The watch actually moved inside the metal clamp; it writhed like a newborn, and tried to open up. The Galvan grew anxious. 'Leave, immediately! You've done your job now; leave the rest to the Omnitrix!'"
The aliens gathered murmured some things amongst themselves.
"I was literally thrown out and flown in a special vehicle back to Galvan B," Gamma told us, almost talking to himself. "The Galvan was up to something, I knew, with that...Omnitrix...of his... I decided to return to Galvan Prime to investigate, but the Galvan I was looking for—and his whole lab—was gone. Vanished. As if it had been vaporized.
"The Omnitrix must be destroyed," Gamma suddenly said, evilly. His lone eye turned red. "That's what I wanted. My DNA went into that thing, and whoever wields it has their DNA rewritten to be exactly like mine. They can turn into me! Would you want your very soul and essence owned by another being???" He was practically yelling now, at me. I stayed so calm, and I didn't move an inch.
Gamma straightened. "I am sorry. I couldn't control myself. I apologize."
"A very moving story, but what does this have to do with us?" I asked.
He turned to look at me as if he never knew I was there. "We escape, and find the Omnitrix."
A roar of protest emitted from the crowd of aliens. One yelled, "Why do we have to do what you tell us?"
"You're not the boss of us!"
"You stupid, good-for-nothing machine! Machines are the reason most of us are here!"
"Why should we trust you?"
"Freak!"
"Talk to your girlfriend! No one cares anymore."
All the aliens quickly scattered.
"I am not his girlfriend!!" I shouted indignantly.
Gamma looked at me silently. His lone eye returned to white.
Suddenly, the same Ectonurite we had met earlier floated up to us. "I've given up, sir Gamma. I an honorable, but I must forfeit the mission. I am sorry." Then, he paused. "If you cannot find the Omnitrix, be patient as an Ectonurite; it shall come to you."
He then flew over to the drop off point, where most aliens had died by jumping over. He grabbed those deadly rails, and threw himself over.
The whole prison complex, a complete five miles of metal in space, was filled with an ear-splitting scream and a sickening thud.
Gamma nodded to himself, soundless. He then turned to me. I could tell he was smiling.
"What?" I demanded. "We just saw an alien kill himself; commit suicide. What are you happy about?"
He just walked away. "My plan is working perfectly," he called over his shoulder, quietly.