Captain O'Nell, who now insisted that Angel refer to him by his first name rather than the usage of his rank, checked out perfectly fine when he went into the medical tent after Angel had teleported him, Lieutenant Rollins and the troops and huntsmen back to the camp in Yellow Stone. The doctor simply said that he would have a fit or two of shock and sleepless nights, that he was glad for. He still had his sack, his jewels were still hanging where they should and he was still able to procreate which was a relief. He ate a large meal then went off to have a bath in one of the hot springs that was inside of the shielded camp. Angel, though, was a different story.
Angel had been talking with the Lieutenant, her hand rubbing across her abdomen every once in a while, when she suddenly yelled out and doubled over. Charles Rollins, a Lieutenant in the Security Forces, had ran over to pick her up and when he had she had screamed out loud and told him to back off. A doctor had been called out and although she had been fighting, swinging her arm all over the place to keep everyone away, she had been picked up and carried to the medical tent were a battery of tests were conducted on her all of which came back negative for anything that would make her have so much pain. A nurse pumped pain medicine into her, she hooked up IV's and stayed by Angel's side, giving her as much comfort as she could.
"I've gone through pains that have floored me the last few years." the nurse said. "Sometimes the body releases an egg so quickly and unexpectedly it has to say something. Those pains are just the body's way of saying that you're reproductive system is acting normally."
"My reproductive system is not working properly." Angel replied. "I'm infertile."
"The doctor's test showed a viable egg moving." the nurse shook her head. "You have to be fertile to produce eggs."
"You ever hear of Haldane's Rule?" Angel asked.
"No ma'am." the nurse replied.
"Ever hear of the Liger?" Angel asked. "Or the Tigon?"
"No ma'am." the nurse replied again.
Angel sighed and went on talking about Haldane's Rule which specified, as a rule of thumb, that all hybrid animals are sterile because of their mismatched chromosomes but as in all things there are exceptions to the rule and there have been several documented cases in which a hybrid animal or animals have unexpectedly given birth but in each case, it was always a female hybrid who was half-so fertile and able to conceive and never the male because the male hybrid is sterile but that a majority of the offspring from the hybrid female animals were of delicate health or born and lived for a short duration of time.
"What does that have to do with you, dear?" the nurse asked, she brushed Angel's hair back from her face.
"Well, my father is Master Vile and he is a demonic... thing." Angel had to think on the last word some. "and my mother was a hiii... I mean human. So that would make me highly unlikely to have children and I was checked over while at the Academy on day and was told that I would never be able to have children. At least not living ones that is."
"Have you tried?" the nurse asked.
Angel thought back some years when she had been with an abusive male who had wanted her to conceive only to claim he was a father and be able to take days off of work to look after his "wife" and "child", the man had been rather mean to her and had beaten her quite a many times, luckily she had gotten away from him. She hadn't been using any contraceptives and he hadn't either, no baby had been born. The second man she had been with was a bit of a push-over and a wimp, they had dated for three months then broken it off. She had remained single for ten years then gotten in with a body builder who had quite a bad way of boasting that he was a He-Man and that he and she would have six children by the time that he was forty. She hadn't been using and contraceptives then either but she had gotten pregnant twice, one was miscarried and the other was stillborn. The last man she had been with was a doozy! Tall, handsome and rich but he had some qualities that she hadn't much liked, one being that he wasn't fully there in the head. After three years they had called it quits, she had gotten pregnant once but miscarried.
"Yes, two miscarriages and one stillborn." she replied. "Course, the men weren't the best in the world."
"Might have been the reason why you couldn't have them children." the nurse said gently.
"No, it wasn't." Angel sighed. "I had myself checked soon after the second was born still. The doctor said my uterus was wrong, wouldn't be able to handle a baby or carry a baby to term."
"That's horrible miss." the nurse gently patted Angel on the shoulder. "Terrible."
"I hope you tell your father that the next time you two meet."
The nurse and Angel looked at the front of the tent, Ned O'Nell was standing there. He looked a bit shaky but was doing well. His sandy brown hair was messed up some but that was all. The nurse got up from her stool and went to someone else, Ned took her seat. They started talking normally, Angel asking how he was and him saying he was fine then Ned asking if she was still experiencing the pains before the red river flowed which she would reply saying that the red river had dried up some time ago which she would laugh at. They got serious when the nurse had left and they were the only ones in the tent.
"Do you know your father's true plan?" Ned asked her. "I mean the full plan and not the oh I'm taking baby daughter home so she can pick flowers and bake cakes bullshit that you've been fed."
"The idea of giving my father a flower or baking him a cake makes me sick." Angel cringed. "I take that you learned something while being held captive."
"Yes... something that just about makes me want to barf thinking about it." Ned said.
"Tell me." Angel replied, she slid herself up to a sitting position on the cot.
Ned told Angel everything, that her father planned to capture her and take her back with him to his home planet and train her personally to respect him the way that she should then when the time got right he was going to initiate part two of his plan by slowly wooing her before making her into his daughter-mate. Angel's face fell and she made a gurgling sound when he was finished and she made a motion for the bucket behind him which he grabbed and shoved at her. She threw up for a while then stood up, she grabbed her clothes and, while tearing the IV lines from her arm, she threw them on. She left the tent with Ned following closely behind her.
"There's something in the universe called a Prominent Family Law." Angel said to him when he appeared beside her. "That only prominent families can make mates of their offspring, never siblings but offspring, to ensure the best of get and continue the prominent families line into the future. I've heard that most prominent families, though, only do this when they are near gone of generations to continue their line. My father's family don't seem to be in dire straights."
"Isn't your father's family new?" Ned asked. "I mean, I remember you telling me that KurukVile liked the last part of his families added name so much that he decided to start up a short branch of it and went so far as to name his first son by his first, and his only it seems, wife Vile."
"And that is very true," Angel replied. "even has it documented in the books. But that makes no sense since my grandfather never gave Dara Dara or Triskull the surname of Vile, and that they are still around and are able to have offspring and my father has two children with the surname."
"It weirded me out when they told me." Ned said honestly. "KurukVile, your grandfather I mean, seemed to be fully accepting of it."
Angel went into her tent and sat on her cot, she pulled out the book that Zorax had given her while she and her friend Adam Parker, one of the Power Rangers who had gone back to Angel Grove, California once the whole state had been taken back, had been at Tactai7, the largest moon-library in the universe. She ran through the pages that she had marked, there were many offspring of DuruVile that were still around and some of them had children, KurukVile had five but only four were around at the present although her grandfather didn't know of Dione's still being around, there was even two offspring still around from DuruVile's father, ShaamVile Surfeit. The family was secure, not to mention that each founding male member had had his semen frozen numerous times at a security building called the Sperm Ward on Gamma-Vile, even her father's was in the building. She sat the book down and looked at Ned, a silence fell over them before she spoke.
"Did I ever tell you about Dione?" Angel asked.
"Quite a bit, Angel." Ned said. "that she's Master Vile's half-sister, your aunt, and that her younger sister, your father's other half-sister, was killed by your father after he had taken over his home planet. Dione banned herself from the planet to get out of her half-brother's clutches."
"Did I ever tell you she had a daughter?" Angel stood up and stretched her arms out. "Or a granddaughter."
"No."
Angel explained that Dione, some time after banning herself from Gamma-Vile had had a daughter named Perniceie and that she, Dione, had trained Perniceie herself instead of sending her off to one of the many hundreds of magic training schools in the universe. She told Ned that it was more of Dione's way of keeping a down low, she hadn't wanted anyone to know about her still being alive or her having a daughter. She went on telling how Perniceie had had a daughter herself and had named her Azura.
"Although Perniceie mothered Azura, it was Dione who trained her and acted as an adoptive mother to her." Angel said. "Azura was a hybrid, like myself, and that really made a mess of things when it came to training her because she wasn't very strong in her abilities but Dione was patient. It took a long time before Azura was fully trained and could hold her own, she's very powerful as is her mother."
Ned nearly hit the floor when Angel continued her story of how Azura had somehow convinced her grandmother about getting a sperm sample from the Sperm Ward on Gamma-Vile so that she could have a baby. Angel had been told much of this by Dione who, she claimed, was still rather irked that her granddaughter had picked a member of her family's sperm to have a baby made from. The sample had come from one named LynkVile Surfeit, who had been the Surfeit family's starter. Helen, Angel's mother, had been the result but she had been somewhat of a great disappointment to Dione because she was not magical and she had married, the only one of Dione's offspring to get married. She added at the last minute that it wasn't so much that Helen had married that had disappointed Dione, it had been her choice of a husband that had upset Dione. A mid-aged man named Atlas of Sclera who had been nearing forty-five years at the time of the marriage. Helen's husband had been the chief of a tribe in Egypt that was all about peace and had a way of achieving that in the universe, a tricky way. They used the women in the tribe to achieve the peace by sending them off to woo the conquerors into a sort of trance, she explained that it worked sometimes, other times it backfired and the women returned either pregnant or in a shocked catatonic state. Helen had been sent to the second to last planet that her father had conquered and she had tried simply wooing him by her presence which had completely backfired.
"My father threatened that if she wouldn't go to bed with him for one night he's do a spell to make her stay with him forever." she said to Ned. "She got scared and said that she would. They mated during the Univeral Eclipse where all of the suns and moons in the universe came together and that is how I came into existence."
"I bet Dione was livid over that." Ned exclaimed. "Did she know?"
"No." Angel said quickly. "Hell no she didn't! She didn't know until after Dione had showed up after she had given birth to Bathilda. Dione had scolded her, telling her that she had mated with her own uncle, and they left. Bathilda was raised by someone else. You already know my history."
"Does your dad know all of this?" Ned asked.
"No and do you think he would care?" Angel counter-asked. "I mean if he does have that intention and wasn't plainly pulling your leg... I want not part of it! Absolutely none!"
"Don't blame ya." Ned sighed.
Angel found herself alone a few hours later so she decided to take a walk, she went to her aunt and sat by her. Dara Dara had gained some weight but she still looked rather bad and she still wouldn't speak. Triskull had remained away from the camp, but she would from time to time see a dark shadow standing by the hill some miles from the camp and think it was him looking out to see if his sister was there still. Angel sighed, she remembered well the trance she had had when her father had transformed her into a child for the second time. She remembered seeing the actual mating of her father and mother, it was very clear still. She had asked Helen, who she still didn't feel comfortable with calling her mother to her face, a few months ago and instead of Helen telling her about what had happened Dione had interrupted and, even after she had said she didn't want to see it, she had thrown her hand wide and a cloud had formed on the wall. Angel had been forced to watch her father's mating with Helen.
It had started out simple enough, Master Vile had escorted Helen, who had been very uncomfortable at the time, to his bedroom chamber in his palace on Gamma-Vile and had closed the door. Helen hadn't even gotten to the bed when he had ran up, he had grabbed her up and thrown her, practically, to his bed and climbed on. She had been wearing a light blue soft cotton gown at the time, it had been ripped from her body as had her underpants and bra, her father had thrown his robe back then had ripped his underwear off, he hadn't entered into her gently but had started off ramming, it had looked excruciatingly painful! Whenever she had tried to push him from her he had sank his fangs into her neck and shoulder, which would force her to remain still and underneath of him. It had not been a pretty event and, Angel had a sinking feeling, it had damaged Helen mentally.
"I suppose you are fully aware of my father's plan." Angel snickered. "Capture the daughter, have her act daughterly for awhile then force her into being a daughter-mate."
"Wah... How did you find out!" Dara Dara exclaimed, she looked down nervously.
"Your old man spilled the beans to the Captain while he was being held hostage." Angel replied.
"You wasn't suppose to know until my brother saw that you was ready!" Dara Dara shrieked.
"Never would be ready," Angel replied. "so his plan would pretty much be in tatters anyways."
"No it's not!" Dara Dara screamed. "You'll see that after my brother captures you you're life will be turned so far around that you'll be jumping into his arms in no time."
"You're life will be turned so far around..." Angel repeated. "Yeah backwards!"
Angel stood up, Dara Dara wasn't expecting it and she had no time to prepare. Angel's hand, tightly held in a fist, slammed into her stomach. As her aunt gasped behind her, Angel walked off. She nodded at the men who were at the campfire that had looked up at her when she passed. When she entered her tent she felt extremely tired and decided to take a nap. As she curled into a tight ball on the cot, her knees up to her chin, she started shaking. The pain was back, it had started coming back when she had been talking to Dara Dara and it was worse than when it had striked earlier. She found herself thinking back to when she and the nurse had talked, the nurse had acted like she was talking from her ass but it had been the truth, all of it, that she had told her but she had left one thing out. Although she was two hundred and fifteen years old she had never had a period, never in her long life had she bled. She had felt the pains while at school once, when her teacher had showed her a photograph of her father when he was a lad. It hadn't been bad but it hadn't been good either, her teacher had noticed and asked her if she was okay and had ordered that she go to the hospital ward of the Academy which she had promised she would but never had. The pain had started to go away when he had placed the photograph away and had been completely gone as soon as she had left his classroom. Remembering this part of her life sent her into a very uncomfortable sleep.
She woke up some time later to hearing a lot of screaming, at first she thought it was one of the teenagers singing horribly around a campfire but then General Faulk tore into her tent and grabbed her arm. Still cloudy with sleep, and now confused, she ripped her arm from him and stood. She blinked her eyes some and looked around, the General looked as if he was in a frenzy, he was breathing heavily and his pupils were dilated. Before she could ask what was going on she heard an explosion which made her scream and throw her hands up around her ears, she went deaf for a few seconds.
"What's going on?" Angel asked when she had regained her hearing. "What's all the screaming for and where is that explosion coming from?"
"You'd better grab all that you can and start running!" General Faulk shrieked at her. "Your father and grandfather have found us! Your grandfather's ship just landed right on top of our shield!"
Angel's eyes went wide, she ran to the back of her tent and flipped the Earth that the box was on that had Dione's swords, the books on the Vile and Surfeit family and the other gifts that Dione had given her over the months. She grabbed her black sword and ran from her tent, looking up as she did. Her grandfather's ship was close, it seemed that he had landed right next to her tent, her father's ship looked to have landed previously, the hatch was opening and standing in the hatchway was her father. As soon as the hatch was fully open his eyes opened, her father stared out from the darkness for a few seconds, it was just his golden-yellow eyes that she could see before he came running from his ship.
Her father was wearing his full attire now, his black robe, the black cape that was being held up by the dark blue pair of shoulder wraps that had the snakes that were emerging from it. As she looked he hiked his robe up, tying it to his belt, he was wearing a black pair of dress pants underneath his robe that had a black belt around the waist and fancy and very shiny shoes on his feet. He was wearing his blue-tinted glasses, these were not worn because he had problems seeing but because he thought that they were cool, he had his breast-plate on but there was an extra adornment on it, hanging beside the white tassel was a strand of her fiery red hair. As soon as his robe was tied to his belt he tore down the ramp from his ship, really a long and disgusting tongue made to look like a ramp, it was even parted at the tip like a lizard's tongue and that gave it an even more disgusting feel. KurukVile Surfeit, looking no worse for wearing, no bandages whatsoever on his body, tore out of his ship holding a large sword in his hand. Angel looked back at her father and saw that he, too, was carrying a sword.
"General!" Angel screamed. "Get the people in this camp running and now!"
"Already doing that!" General Faulk yelled back at her. "We're the final ones back here except for your aunt that is."
"Run for your life then!"
Angel shoved the General who dropped to his knees, he shot up and began running beside her an instant later. Together they both raced after the civilians that had been in the camp that was previously shielded, Angel wasn't running out fully but really toying along. She could hear her father behind her yelling find my daughter and bring her to me at once and then she heard her grandfather roar out find Triskull and Dara Dara. The General caught up to a straggling teenager and picked him up, he carried him almost effortlessly in his arms, to Angel that was impressive. The camps inhabitants split in two groups when they encountered the post that had Dara Dara tied to it, Angel's aunt was frantically pulling from side to side trying to get loose and was screaming to be let loose. Angel ran to her, withdrawing her sword quickly from its sheath, and with one quick swing she had her aunt's bonds slices free from the post. Dara Dara dropped to her knees to the ground, a free monstrosity of a woman. She watched as Angel ran off, following the others and catching up in nothing flat, then stood up shakily and ran off, towards her father who she could hear yelling her name out.
"The last thing we needed was them making an entrance!" Angel yelled.
"Neeeeptttttiiiiiisssss!"
Angel didn't see him coming, she heard him though. Triskull came running into the terrified refugees of the camp that had now been abandoned, he grabbed several but when he saw her he dropped them and they ran off with their arms held in the air. Angel verged left and ran, with her sword held out, full blast out at her uncle. When their swords collided an explosion of sparks rang out, Triskull swung his sword one more time and Angel twirled three times, catching it each time. Her uncle stepped back, allowing her to shake out her hand. He shook his head hard, making the horns that he had look menacing, then he charged forward, his body held low, intending to bull-smack her and knock the wind out of her. She saw it coming and jumped to the side, she swung her sword hard and it sliced one of his horns off. He howled in pain and reached up, when he felt that he was missing a horn he yelled and charge at her using every bit of strength he had. When Angel's sword met his this time she didn't let him get away, she swung it once, saw that he was off balance and swung again, shoving with every bit of of her weight and with every ounce of strength she had in her body. His sword went flying and he jumped to grab her which made her swing her sword again. His arm fell to the ground and he dropped along with it, she had swung again and caught him in the stomach. His dark green blood flooded the area around his body.
"Thanks for the souvenir Uncle Triskull." Angel ran off after she had grabbed the horn she had chopped off of his head.
KurukVile was speechless, his daughter had ran up to him and had literally jumped into his arms, planting a kiss each on each of his cheeks before breaking down in a crying fit. He had soothed her gently by telling her it was alright and that daddy was there to make everything alright then he handed her over to Nygiti who had rushed her off to his ship, SkuCoil. His oldest son had run off following the humans and as soon as Dara Dara was on her way to his ship he went off following him. He had not expected to see as few humans in the campsite as there had been, with his naked eye he had estimated less than a hundred thousand, most of them being families with children or militants. He had planned on setting his ship down on the shield, it had canceled the shield out in South America before and had worked again. He hadn't planned on having his daughter race up to his, having escaped her captors, and when he had passed his eldest son and ran through a grove of bushes he hadn't expected to see his youngest child fighting his granddaughter. His granddaughter had been in the process of swinging her sword and he had sent a choked out warning to his son to watch out when his arm dropped to the ground, the rest of his body following. Angel had ran off, with what looked like a black sword and his son's sword, and had yelled back thanking Triskull for a souvenir. He hadn't payed any attention to what she had or what she had yelled back, his sights were on his youngest child who was now on his side in a puddle of his own blood.
"Son!" KurukVile shrieked, he ran up then dropped to his knees beside Triskull and gently turned his over.
"P-pop?" Triskull sputtered. "I-I-I'm s-s-s-sorry. I..."
"Don't talk! Save your energy, Son!" KurukVile wrapped his arms around Triskull and teleported them both to the inside of his ship.
Angel hadn't really planned on collecting her uncle's horn as a souvenir, the thought had just passed through her mind and she had grabbed it up and started running. She slid her sword into its sheath and tied the horn to her belt, all the while running at the comfortable and slow pace that she was. She had glanced back once to see her grandfather standing on the hill overlooking her and his now armless son and had decided to not stick around for much longer. She had heard him yell out the word son while running off but that was all. Now, it was quiet around her, the bushes and trees still, no sound of pebbles or falled leaves or branches being stepped on. At first, this was uplifting. She had had a rough twelve hours, she had gone through pains all throughout the night then had been woken up by General Faulk and started running for her life, not to mention her freedom and dignity. It was the memory of her father, hiking his robe up and tying it to his belt and racing down the hideous tongue-ramp of his ship that got her to run out of the forest into a clearing and stop. The quiet, it masked something, her father was out there she was sure but where she did not know. She slowly walked along the trial, the horn of her uncle's bouncing against her thigh with each step. She didn't know how long she had been walking when, suddenly, she came upon the inhabitants of the now empty camp that her grandfather had so nicely landed on top of with his ship.
"Everyone here?" General Faulk was asking. "Is everyone here?"
"All but one, sir." Lieutenant Charles Rollins replied, he saluted the General who nodded then waved him off.
"Who is missing?" General Faulk demanded. "We won't be going anywhere until we are all here!"
"Everyone's here General," Angel ran up. "any sight of my father?"
Lieutenant Charles Rollins nodded his head, it had been Angel who had been missing. He quickly grabbed her and checked her over, when he got to the horn hanging from her belt he gingerly tapped it with his finger. Angel rolled her eyes and chuckled, with Lieutenant Charles Rollins and General Faulk following behind her she went to a boulder and climbed up it. When she was on the top she looked down at the now camp-less people. Everyone was looking at her, it seemed, everyone was silent, even the babies and young children who were being held in their parents arms tightly. She picked the face of Ned O'Nell from the group, he looked scared to death and she did not blame him. After near having his balls cut off by his captors, rescued then having his captors show up in the said to be safe zone he had a right to be scared. All of them had the right of being scared.
"It's unfortunate that we have no camp." Angel said loudly. "We cannot stay here, we cannot make camp here and I cannot put up another shield, they will have it torn down in no time. I understand that all of you want to return to your homes and rebuild some of the lives that you had before my father took over this planet. It's unfortunate though, that Japan, Australia and the island nations are not yet ours, I have not had that chance yet. Are any of your against temporarily staying in the United States until I get Japan, Australia, and the island nations taken back in the name of Earth?"
There was a muttering all around, there were many nodding of heads and talking between families. Angel looked down, General Faulk and Lieutenant Charles Rollins were looking at her, waiting for her orders. Her order came a few minutes later when the civilians in front of her starting shouting no at once, some even raised their fisted hands and shook them. Angel nodded her head and descended the boulder with a quick jump.
"All who want to go to California head over to the left. Stay in a group." Angel ordered.
For the next hour Angel flipped slabs of Earth over, each slab of Earth had a group of humans on it that were to go to their prefered state, the slabs would turn over right in the state and the people on the slab would walk off and head in whichever direction that they wanted and choose any town that they wished to live in. Most had gone to the western states, the bigger states that could handle the surplus population, there were five hundred that picked Virginia and three hundred picked Florida. The last seven hundred had decided to head off to California, among them were General Faulk, his son William "Billy" Faulk, Captain Ned O'Nell and Lieutenant Charles Rollins. Angel had decided to stay behind to go look for Cindy Blake, who had been discovered to be missing at the last minute and who she had promised her boyfriend to find and bring to him.
"I was able to patch up his stomach and re-attach his arm." KurukVile Surfeit's personal physician said after coming out of the medical chamber of the SkuCoil. "He's on heavy IV's for his blood loss but he will be fine."
"And Dara Dara?" Irka exclaimed, fresh tears fell down the trails that had been left from tears that had fallen for almost an hour. "How is she?"
"Very malnourished," the physician replied. "I have her on fluids and she ate a small meal, she's lively and will be fine as well."
Irka cried, again, large tears falling down her bone face then dripping onto her already wet dress front. She had been waiting for the physician to come out and tell her what all was wrong with her children, she had been hoping and praying that they were both fine even though she knew that they both were not. When the physician had walked out and told her the news on her two youngest children, her only daughter and her youngest son, she had felt like fainting. Instead, she ran past him and into the room where her two children were lying on their large and comfortable beds with the powder blue and blood red sheets and the dark brown quilts on top. She ran in and sat in the chair between the beds. Dara Dara looked at her mother then stretched her hand out, Irka grabbed it gently, she did the same when Triskull, who was pretty doped up on pain medication and was very confused, clumsily held his hand out for her. She had to take it from under the quilt and sheets in order to hold it. She had calmed down considerably when her husband walked into the room.
KurukVile's physician was a very well education man, he knew how to take care of any and all ailments and that was why her husband had hired him and ordered him to stay under their roof. The physician had applied a paste to her husband's fingers, making it like they were never cut off in the first place, and then he had wrapped her husband's side up in bandages and applied medication to dull the pain. Her husbands ball's hadn't been harmed when their granddaughter had kicked him there. The physician had even mended her shoulder well, she felt no pain. Master Vile had had his own physician take care of him and Rita, she didn't know how they were faring with their injuries.
"They're alright, honey." Irka said to her husband. "They'll be down for a while but they will be fine."
"Angel's going to get a good walloping from me when she is caught!" KurukVile said, his chest was heaving up and down, his fiery red eyes were glowing brightly. "Mark my words! I will have the flesh torn from her back and her front!"
"Vile..." Irka said slowly. "Do you think Vile will..."
"Irka!" KurukVile roared, he ran up to her and stared deeply into her face. "Angel may be Vile's daughter... he has rights of disciplining her yes but when it comes to me seeing her unmercifully hacking off our youngest child's arm off and stealing his horn and taking our daughter hostage and not caring for her or her needs that is where I draw the line! Vile will get a chance to discipline her plenty... pah-lenty! After I get done with her that is."
Dara Dara sat up in her bed which made KurukVile turn to her, he softened up and gently pushed her down so that she was lying down on the bed. He gently smoothed her hair back then trailed his hand across the side of her face. His only daughter looked up at his with great love and appreciation, she smiled then turned her head towards her mother, who still had her hand. Irka smiled back at her soothingly as KurukVile went to Triskull, mumbling under his breath all the punishments he had in store for Angel when he got his hands on her.
"Sh-she knows." Dara Dara said in a weak voice. "Angel knows Vile's plan."
KurukVile went silent, he was on the other side of Triskull, checking his arm. He had gone back and collected the arm when his physician had asked if he had it. The arm had been cleaned on the stub then re-attached cleanly, it would be like when his fingers were re-attached. He would have no feeling at first and wouldn't be able to use it fully for a month but afterwards it would be like he never lost it. His horn had been the item that had been stolen, he had found out when he had gone back to find it and see if it too could be re-attached. He had thought that his granddaughter had stolen his sword but in fact, he had found it lying on the ground. It had been his youngest son's horn she had taken, which to him was an insult. Triskull looked at him, his face looking very tired yet had a glow to it, his son forced a smile then fell asleep, KurukVile leaned down and gave him a kiss.
"What do you mean she knows Vile's plan?" Irka asked her daughter.
"Some cah..." Dara Dara started to say but was interrupted.
"That Captain that she rescued last night." Master Vile said, he walked into the room as if he owned it. "I told you I did not want to play around with him dad but you insisted on keeping him around to get information. Now see what it has caused. My plan is upside down now thanks to you."
"He suggested it, son. He did not push the idea on you." Irka said.
"He insisted!" Master Vile yelled. "That's as much as pushing it on me and see what has happened!"
"Forget your damn plan, Vile!" KurukVile roared. "You're sister and baby brother have been badly injured, one was damn near killed! Does that mean anything to you young man or do you just not care?"
When Master Vile didn't answer KurukVile rushed forward, flattening his oldest son to his back on the floor. Irka got up to stop him but she was too slow, her husband tore his belt from around his robe's waist and swung it. Master Vile, being a grown and strong man, didn't yell out in pain but instead he got to his feet and lunged at his father. He carried him a few feet then dropped him hard to the metallic floor, KurukVile got up fast and swung a great big fist which collided with his oldest son's jaw. Master Vile yelled, the top of his body swung back from the force of the punch. Before he could return the punch he heard a slap. Turning around he saw that his mother was between him and his father. Irka, who had only placed a defensive hand on her husband two of three times in their long marriage, had ran up and slapped her husband squarely in the face. KurukVile had his hand up on the white side of his face, the cheek that had been slapped was already turning an eggshell color.
"Leave my ship!" KurukVile said to his oldest son. "Leave it now! I want you no where near Triskull or Dara Dara and I definitely want you no where near me or my wife! You've caused enough trouble with that brat of a daughter of yours and mark my words young man...! If I find her before you you'd better be bringing along your physician because when I am through with her she will need a lot of skin replaced on her body and a lot of blood!"
"You touch my daughter there will be hell to pay!" Master Vile roared at his father.
"Leave my ship you great big disappointment of a son!" KurukVile roared.
Angel walked slowly, taking special care of where her feet were placed because of the snakes and other crawling animals in the area that could be waiting for a meal to drop in their path. Her hand was poised, ready to whip out her sword and fight. Her emerald-green eyes with the golden-yellow rings around the pupils darted from side to side, making sure that no place was not missed. Cindy was out there somewhere, someplace hiding and probably very scared. She checked under fallen trees, inside caves, underneath roots that had decided to grow above the dirt and up in the trees. No Cindy Blake anywhere, she was near back to where the camp had been before her grandfather had landed his ship. She felt a cold shiver go down her back, she trembled some as she turned left, heading to the now unshielded and now vacant camp. When she reached an area where she could peak out through the branches with their many leaves she stopped. Her throat was sticky, she wished she had some water, when she swallowed she found a large lump form in her throat. It took her four tries to get it down. She slowly looked out into the now vacant camp and she saw what she did not want to see. Her grandfather's ship was still in its location, all of the tents were almost down except for the one she had slept in, her father's ship was still were it had landed with the tongue-ramp still lowered. As she gazed out at the empty camp she saw Cindy, she was inside of her tent. Occasionally she would pull the tent flaps back and look out but she mainly stayed in the tent. Angel understood, if she had been in Cindy's shoes and be in a camp now run over by monsters, one of which had raped her so many months ago, she would run off and hide as well. What made her blood run even colder than what it already was was that Professor Longnose was walking towards her tent.
KurukVile was sitting in leisure part of the ship, in the red leather chair that matched that red leather love seat. He had a glass in his hand that had a mixture of wine, rum and another beverage in it, he wasn't a heavy drinker but after the last day and a half he had had quite a bit of enough. The slap from his wife had hurt him more than him banishing his son from his ship, he loved his wife greatly and to be slapped by her made him feel like he had been betrayed. He had told himself several times that if his wife hadn't of slapped him he would have hurt Vile, but then he would throw that thought to the side and say he deserved it. He had specifically ordered that he be left alone, to calm down and get his emotions under control, he knew that things would be alright between he and his beloved wife but things between his oldest son and he were not. He was mad at Vile, furious, and had no intention of speaking to him for a while. He had a good mind to disown him again and forget all about the grandchildren that he had through him. Although Irka adored her grandchildren by Vile, he wasn't very happy about them. The older girl was about looks, she was powerful but she went by her looks a bit too much and she had a screech to her voice which annoyed him. The boy was a big disappointment, he looked so like his wife yet he was very idiotic. It didn't matter how powerful the boy was, his moronic personality really annoyed him. The younger girl, he liked her quite a bit because she was powerful, it didn't seem like she relied on her physical appearance much but of course he didn't know her in that sense, and she was smart! The only thing he didn't like about her was that she had a high level of disrespect in her, a lot of defiance. Sure, KurukVile had argued with himself, that can be trained or tamed or beaten out of her but the damage she had caused was already done. He had counted on his fingers what all she had done since he had landed his ship on the planet that his son had conquered yet his youngest child was trying to take back, it had all made him angry all over again.
"Your majesty!" one of his servants ran in, he ducked to miss the glass that had been thrown at him.
"Get out you big lummox!" KurukVile near shrieked.
"Professor Longnose had found a human hiding in your granddaughter's tent." the servant said.
KurukVile's ship was abuzz with activity when Cindy Blake was brought in, the monster that had her was in no way gentle and she was in no way corporative because she was terrified. She had no idea how long she was half dragged down the hallways of the ship, but suddenly she found herself being thrown into a bedroom chamber, the door behind her was locked soon after it was shut behind her. She checked around after trying to door which would not budge, it was a spare bedroom. That much she knew. It had a bed with dark red sheets, a quilt that was dark blue and black with a fang-like design on it that was white that was folded back and pillows that had dark red and aqua pillow cases. There was a shiny brown dresser directly across from the bed, there was a space in the wall that looked like it had been a walk in closet once, but the closet was no longer there, a large mirror was in the spot now. That was all that was in the room, there were a few torches on the wall that lit the room up but otherwise the room was bare. She went over to one of the torches, it had a purple flame that held her attention. Not knowing it, she stretched her hand forward, as if to touch it to see if it was real or an optical illusion.
"Human!" she heard a loud, booming yell come from the mirror.
She turned and screamed at the top of her lungs, she saw the reflection of the creature that looked like the one named Master Vile that had raped her so many months ago. The reflection moved, turned to the side and pushed its leg up, and to her great shock, it came through the mirror and landed on the metallic floor in the room. A hand and arm came out next, followed by the rest of the creature. As she screamed the creature came nearer and neared to her, when it got to five feet from her her eyes rolled back in her head and her knees buckled. She fell to the floor with a thud, KurukVile Surfeit sent up a thunderous laugh.