Traitor to the Cause

by Keeper of Tomes

Once a traitor, always a traitor." The words bit. They stung his skin, like needles. Millions of tiny, razor sharp needles. He glared at the speaker with needless fury. And the speaker glared back...Drabbles, again. It has a plot, this time!

21. The Machine

The palace was vast, but he knew his way around it like the back of his hand.

They ran, on and on.

Finally, they stopped. In front of them was a pair of dark, metal doors. He nodded towards them, and the team understood. The machine was inside...

He pushed the door open.

Everyone's eyes widened.

The machine was highly complicated. Knobs and dials peppered the metal structure, but the basic composition was evident: a large, rectangular opening at one end, and a small, round, hole at the other. The hole opened up into a basket...where the product fell.

The room smelled of murder.