-1Chapter 17
Malak stood in Prisca's office back in the sour headquarters. He had two of his undead minions accompany him, one an ex-member of PDF another an undead sour. They had Marly restrained in Prisca's chair, all ready for an interrogation.
Malak felt up his handgun before speaking, "I'm not going to say it again," he let out a small growl, "where's Prisca?" Marly's face and body showed no fear.
"I haven't got a clue," Marly replied. And he truly didn't have the slightest clue of her whereabouts, "I was ordered to leave once I brought her what she wanted," Malak turned and faced Marly directly.
"And what was it she wanted?" The mallowolf asked him, Marly let out a snicker.
"Jorelo and Pandora, but personally I don't se-" Malak cut Marly off, "so she's taken them with her as well?" He barked.
"You know it's rude to interr-" Marly was cut off again, "I don't care if it's rude or not! I'll have what I want or I'll take your life instead," Marly was now the one in checkmate here, if it wasn't for the anti-magic restraints, Marly would have shown them a thing or two about respect.
"Geez, clam down," Marly suppressed a laugh, he was going to have fun with this if this was going to be his last moment on earth.
"I'll clam down when I'm dead, now you haven't have the slightest idea to where they went…?" Malak dug into him, but Marly just shook his head.
"Not the slightest, maybe check some of the files around here, the drawers here might hold something of interest," Marly gave his ideas. Malak had most of his troops and scouts search most of the places of the HQ after taking siege of it. Prisca's office might just have what they're looking for.
The group searched the room, determined to leave no stone unturned. They finally received a break once Malak found small panel of buttons on the wall behind one of the bookshelves.
"This looks promising," he murmured to himself as he pressed one of them, a hidden door on the same wall had parted open to reveal an elevator. Malak had entered it without delay. He examined the levels it was able to take him to. Strangely, there were only two floors, here and the basement.
Before taking the elevator down, Malak ordered the two soldiers to keep a close watch over Marly while he was gone.
On the way down, the mallowolf thought over the past. How he had escaped Prisca's grasp as a very young child to be exact. He hated her just as much as Pandora did if not more.
He couldn't help but think of Pandora too, and how he was infatuated with her in his childhood, he was still slightly fond of her now. He nagged at himself for not stealing her from Jorelo when he had the chance, that weak, ungrateful little bastard. But before he could continue on, the doors had slid open once again.
The basement was faintly lit with rows of panel lights on the ceiling, but the room was still somewhat visible. Malak noticed that the basement was oddly familiar, like he had been in it before. The truth was it was an exact replica that Falkor and Melony stood in right now.
There was a computer monitor mounted on the wall, shining brightly down onto the metal desk below it. The curious mallowolf had gone to take a closer look, he saw a white fudgehog and a pretztail of the same color. They were looking downwards at something, that or it was the camera positioning.
Malak started to remember the fudgehog, but the Pretztail next to him was still a mystery.
"Falkor…" he grumbled aloud, ready to kill the fudgehog if he was standing right next to him.
"Did you hear that?" Falkor asked Melony, she nodded.
"Yeah, I heard something say your name," she agreed, "maybe it's this thing," Melony pointed at the whole machine itself, "it's probably really smart, but not as smart as you Falkor," she giggled after admitting that.
Malak took heed of what had happened and decided to shut his mouth until the two had left. He could hear his creator talking in the background.
"Prisca! They must be where she is, I just have to find out where they are and how to get there," Malak thought to himself as he scanned the place over. Maybe he could find some kind of teleportation device which could take him to get to his target. Though, even if he could, he'd need back up, Prisca was one tough cookie and Malak's strength alone couldn't best Prisca's.
There had to be something here that could help him, anything. After tirelessly searching the place, Malak eventually found a box filled with chemicals and other packs of goodies Prisca must have been saving for a rainy day. The mallowolf was careful not to just carelessly toss things aside while looking through the box, some of the items could prove to be deadly if expose to air.
Malak found a few good samples and ingested them one after the other, He could feel the power of a God coursing back into him. His knees began to weaken as the consumed samples he took recently began to take effect. Losing willpower, Malak fell to the floor and blacked out.
"Soon if not eventually," Prisca started, "the reunion of the four weapons will…" Falkor didn't really want to hear anymore, Prisca was speaking of an upcoming apocalypse, and hearing about it depressed him. He attempted to turn in off and eventually succeeded after pressing a few buttons here and there.
"What's wrong?" Melony asked. Falkor sighed before answering, "I just need some sleep, that's all."
"Okay…" Her voiced trailed off as she watched Falkor climb up the stairs. Once he was out of sight Melony pondered if she should tamper with the control panel to turn it on again or not. The pretztail ended up toying around with the unfamiliar technology.
Fortunately, Melony got the machine going, but Prisca wasn't on the other side this time she saw Malak lying on the floor, which to her was just a random brown mallowolf.
He was holding something strange to her in his paw, but to a modern piñata it was a handgun. Seeing the mallowolf in pain, Melony couldn't help but feel sorry for him.
Though the naïve pretztail still believed the monitor doubled as a window. And as if it was some botch of physics, Melony was somehow able to slip into the other side of the screen with ease. Without a second thought, Melony retrieved the limp mallowolf and returned back to Prisca's basement, both still in one piece as they returned.
She laid Malak onto the wall and messed around with the monitor, attempting to turn it off. The pretztail accidentally deleted some files in the process, but luckily for her, Prisca had backups. Though Melony didn't seem to care that much as long as the machine ceased functioning.
After it had shut down, Melony took a firm grip on Malak's body and brought him up stairs very carefully while struggling to keep balance with each step. The uneasiness made the gun slip out of Malak's paw. With burning determination, Melony eventually made it to the top nearly passing out as she set the mallowolf against the wall.
The clacking of the keyboard had abruptly stopped and the sound of a wooden chair scrapping the floor filled the room for only the moment. The noise made Melony's ears perk as she directed her sight towards the end of the hallway. Prisca's golden figure had caught the arctic pretztail's eye. Melony thought Prisca was here to help her with placing the poor mallowolf in a bed, Prisca however, had different plans for the pretztail.
"Malak!" Prisca had called out at the limp mallowolf, Melony had no idea who Prisca was talking to, but she did hear that name before, recalling Prisca mentioning that name on the monitor not too long ago.
"Huh?" Melony questioned, she finally came to the conclusion that the mallowolf she carried all the way up here must be Malak. The arctic pretztail felt fairly unsure about letting Prisca get near him as she recalled how she had taken care of Priscilla and that didn't seem very nice to Melony.
"Let me see him!" Prisca demanded as she treaded carefully down the hallway towards them. Her sluggish movement wasn't in fear of Melony, it was of Malak. Melony hesitated over the matter and she wasn't the only one. Melony saw Priscilla swiftly slide from the door, only to stop right in front of her. The light blue pretztail had confronted Prisca by calling her by her name. Prisca, who could see everything, didn't see this one coming.