Chapter Six- Alive & Dead.
The little man pointed a gun at the two strange beings in front of him; it was a new gun that he hadn't actually used before but all he knew was that it was dangerous and to pull the little flicker part to make the power work and shoot something green out of it.
He placed an expression of what was hopefully anger and intimidation onto his face, he needed the beings to be afraid of him because then it would please his...boss. Yes, that was the word he needed. He little man was still getting used to thinking and speaking in this foreign language called English; though these two beings, humans, were fluent in it.
He held the gun higher so it was over his head and pointed at their heads, their frightened faces stared back at him and he felt an emotion run through him quickly, in human terms, it was called pity. They looked helpless even though they were much taller and stronger than the small man, though he would never disclose this to them, let alone anyone.
It was in their face, the Gablins, to feign strength and bravery to get what they wanted, they played tricks and they were cruel but they didn't kill; they rarely ever killed another species unless there was absolutely no alternative.
"Follow" he spat out and he punched another button on his clothing and the alarm stopped and the humans looked around them, realising that ten more Gablins had gathered at their feet unnoticed. It was another skill their race possessed; stealth.
Then he turned and started to strode off, not bothering to look behind him to see if the beings were still there, he knew they would be; one reason being that they had no choice because of the armed men behind them and the second reason because he could almost see how curious they were. He also knew that they were linked to the two hearted man they had captured one week ago; the strange man constantly talked about his two pet beings.
"You know man, tall with funny clothes" the Gablin said, and that's when he glanced over to see the female being focusing her sharp gaze on his tiny figure.
"What do you know, Blip?" She asked, and the Gablin twisted round to stare up at her; one furry brow raised in confusion. "Blip, it's what I named you" the female said, her tone making it sound like it was an everyday thing.
Maybe it was the Gablin thought, on their planet; it is full of stranger names for everything; they had so many different objects on one tiny planet. What was wrong with just a few simple terms that even the young would learn straight away?
With a jolt, the Gablin- Blip- realised he was thinking entirely in their native tongue now like it was his own and this displeased him; for him it was easy to master but difficult to understand every meaning for every word because one word can have several or more meanings and it was confusing to most Gablins.
But then he remember the strange, funny clothed man and how the young ones would sit down, with their tiny legs crossed at stare up at him as he spoke magical things about planets that most Gablins had heard of and some they had not.
His words rang through the air like he was a royal and they were his subjects and then Blip made a noise that the humans would call a snort and banned that though from his powerful mind; they were no royals, the Gablins were the higher species here.
The strange man and his two pet beings would bow down and listen to them.