Angel understood why Atlas ducked back into the alleyway, she understood why he was standing with his back against the wall of the nearest building shaking his head, breathing hard. She didn't know Arabic but she had a feeling that him saying La again and again and again meant no in English. She understood all of this, she was looking at it and taking it all in and was in a state of denial as well. Besides their different raisings, and that fact that she was born in 1781, he was much much older than she was, she too was taken aback by what she was seeing. She had expected to see buildings leaning to the side, people walking around in burlap sacks for clothing and people begging for food because the ruler was too stingy, evil and preoccupied with his highfalutin life on a different planet, a planet in a galaxy ruled by his own son, to take care of them. There were no dilapidated buildings, no buildings with broken windows or windows boarded up, no trash clogging the drains, no dead animals lying in the streets stinking the air with their stench, no beggars on corners asking for spare coins or even a dollar for a simple cup of coffee or a sandwich which they could purchase in a building barely held up by its own beams. No, instead she saw something which made her mind twirl 360 degrees.
The buildings were smooth and made of yellow clay which shone brightly in the sun's glaring light, the windows were dark purple except for one circle in the center of the glass which was clear. The street, if it could be called that, was colored yellow and gray cobblestone. The reason Angel didn't think it was a street was because there were no vehicles driving on it, it was just people walking the cobblestone. The lamp posts were black, some held a single clear bulb while others held two and sometimes even three bulbs. The sky above was a bright blue with wispy purple, blue and pink clouds drifting around, the sun that sent its rays down on the planet was a bright orange with a red dot on the center which made it look somewhat like the planet Jupiter. As Angel watched, she saw families and single civilians walking by, some were lizard in form walking on two legs, others reminded her of the character Cousin It from The Adams Family only instead of brown fur the beings had purple, blue or multi-colored yellow, white and brown fur. Above the buildings hung billboards that flashed either words of advertising or a news castor telling the latest news whether it be about sports or something more interesting like what had happened in a specific town or state or district. There were two billboards which the news reporter was on, one from which he spoke from, Angel guessed, the planet's native language and the other of which the news reporter was speaking English. A loud horn blasted and that was what drove her head back around the corner, it sounded like one of those Alphorns only it had a long ring to it.
"Luc Besson eat your heart out!" Angel exclaimed. "Like I've stepped right into The Fifth Element!"
The Fifth Element was a film that had been released the year before starring Bruce Willis, Gary Oldman and Milla Jovovich, it was about a group of people in the 23rd Century fighting against a Great Evil. It had some great elements and a good plot, Angel had seen it just after she had finished taking Earth back from her father. She looked over at Atlas, who now was leaning his side against the building, he was turned from her and he was still. She reached over and placed her hand on his shoulder, he shook his head but didn't say anything.
"Poor guy." Angel thought. "Brought up during the time of the Caravan's and probably doesn't have much contact with the modern world. I've spent a lot of time with modern society and I find even myself in shock."
Suddenly there was a sound from above, Angel looked up and to her complete disbelief there was a blimp flying above the alleyway. Another news reporter was talking on it, in English, and was relaying the events on Earth. She listened in shock as the reporter told of how her grandfather had captured her and how she was expected to carry the "royal bundle within her womb" already by his "un-disgraced eldest son". She shook her head as the blimp floated off, a pin wheel of metal propelling it in the back. She had read that the ruling family of the Wycos Galaxy had come here after her grandfather had conquered the second to last planet, he had near ravaged this planet, she had read, before the ruling family had raised the white flag. That had taken near five hundred years, a real long and deadly fight.
"Atlas..." Angel poked him in the back. "Come on. We need to move before the pains start again."
"You go." Atlas replied. "I stee here."
"Come on Attie!" Angel prodding, she poked him in the back a bit harder. "You can't stay here."
"Atlas!" Atlas turned around and stared at her angrily. "Not Attie! Atlas! Atlas! Atlas! An' no, I stee here. I go no wey."
Angel stared at Atlas for a second, taking in the predatory look that he had in his eyes fully. She hadn't seen that look in his eyes when she had first seen him, when he had brought the swords Dione had given her almost a year ago. In fact, his eyes had been normal, and very friendly. A rich brown, a warm brown color with creases on the sides. He had gotten the predatory look in his eyes after she had seen him for the second time. He had come up behind her, surprising her after her sub-conscience mind had been tapped into and she had been brought to the room in Dione's castle by Dione. Dione had been rather miffed when he had shown up, and had shoo'd him off quick. Angel turned and walked back to the corner, she stopped and turned around, Atlas had turned back around and was leaning his side against the building again. He hadn't been much help the first time they had been paired up, when they had gone to sabotage the Sperm Ward on Gamma-Vile but he had proved his worth the second time. Although Gamma-Vile and Deocomos were different in building structure and technology, as far as she could tell that was, he hadn't acted fearful like this on Gamma-Vile.
"Coward!" Angel snorted.
She turned and walked around the corner, keeping in the shadows as much as she could. She saw her picture being shown on one of the billboards above the buildings and tried to hide herself more. Seeing a vendor up ahead, she walked forward. The vendor was an elderly woman, she had long gray hair on a half furred, half fleshed body with dull red eyes. She didn't say anything, she simply handed the woman a crumpled green bill, a one dollar bill in Earth cash, which the woman snatched in long green fingers that had frog-like suction cups on the tips. Angel grabbed one of the head pieces that looked very much like the Arabian makes on Earth and placed it on her head, hiding the little fiery red hair she had, and she pulled the face portion up almost to her eyes. Now with her facial features hidden she stepped from the shadows and walked almost in the center of the cobblestone walkway. There were little gold coins hanging down from the band on the head piece, they sparkled as she walked, the white chain running on top of the head piece cast a slight shine. She was wearing black jeans, a black belt, black boots and a black and gray shirt which was tied up around the waist.
No one noticed who she was, no one even asked who she was and no one really looked at her. She smiled underneath the face mask and walked, she was near a white building that had a sign in the front that read Brousie Clinic of Emergency with a silhouette of a family in a blue circle behind the word when the pain took hold. She gasped and moaned loudly and ducked behind a trash can. The pain got worse, she tucked her legs against her stomach and banged her head against the building wall behind her, the chords in her neck stuck out fully. She was about to move back behind the trash can, which was the size of a dumpster on Earth, when one of the fully furred, Cousin It look-a-likes stepped around the trash can. He looked at her once then rushed forward, wrapping a hairy hand on her shoulder. He had no chance of asking if she was alright, she opened her mouth and a stream of red colored vomit flew out at him. He ran from her with a high squeal of a scream, the fur on his head wet and dripping. Angel stood up, her arm around her stomach, and stagger-walked up to the building, almost collapsing on the stairs that led to the door three times then elbowed the left side of the glass double doors open.
The clinic was like one on Earth, very clean with slick vinyl flooring, white ceiling tiles and a blue and black checkered tiled wall. The chairs were simple, they were dark wood, stained with a yellow back and seat cushion. She didn't stop to acknowledge anyone, she stagger-walked to the sliding glass window, the receptionist hadn't noticed she had come in. With her hand she slapped the glass, it rattled and acted like it would break from the force of her slap, her slap was partly because she was annoyed by the receptionist who hadn't even looked up from what she was reading and partly because of the pain. The receptionist, another of the Cousin It look-a-likes only with pink bows on her head, looked up in shock then slid the left glass pan to the side.
"I need..." Angel gasped and doubled over, her eyes squinting. "I need a doctor. Proh- proh- problems with preh-preh-pregnah-pregnancy."
"You need to fill out a form before one of our doctors can see you." the receptionist replied, she slid a clipboard through the window which had three sheets of paper held underneath the clip on it. "Wait time is ten minutes."
Angel's annoyance at having to fill out a form then having to wait for up to ten minutes before she could be seen by a doctor did not help the pain. She grabbed the clipboard and stagger-walked to a chair. With one arm around her stomach, pressing in as hard as it could, and her legs crossed tightly, her lips pursed and looking white, she filled the form out. She gave her appropriate birth information, a false parentage and then when she got to the part where it asked her for her name she stopped. She added the name of Ayla to the form but again stopped at the surname. She thought back to Atlas, who she had left behind because he was too scared to go any further than the alleyway of which they had arrived in. His name was all she could think of at the time so she wrote in Sclera as the surname, and wrote for the cause of the abortion as "husband and I are fighting horribly, both physically and vocally. We're splitting and I just found I am pregnant with his child. I made a horrible mistake in marrying him, I don't want to have his baby". When she was done she stood up, she gasped and near dropped to her knees but was able to walk forward. She slid the clipboard to the receptionist who said thank you and was then pointed to sit in another area across from where she had filled the forms. It seemed to her that it took forever to get to the area that the receptionist had pointed for her to wait in, it almost seemed like it was pulling away from her. When she got to it she took a seat and waited, she found out quickly that sitting was not a good idea. She hunched over almost yelling out her pain, near slid from her chair to the floor three times then got up and started walking in circles, the receptionist saw this and hurried a doctor up. She was called in after a seven minute wait.
"So you and your husband are fighting pretty badly I read." the doctor said.
"Very bad!" Angel near yelled, she didn't sit on the examining table but slid on her side, her legs felt like rubber. "He kicked me in the stomach three days ago, I think that is a lot the reason for my pains."
"He is breaking one of our rulers laws." the doctor replied. "A man who hurts his wife gets up to a year in prison. Worse if the wife is pregnant and the baby is killed."
"I need..." Angel gasped, she breathed heavily and clenched her teeth together. "I need the baby taken out! Meh-meh-medical e-e-emergency."
The doctor did his usual routine with the patient named Ayla Sclera. He checked the baby and found it breathing and acting fine, very lively although looking a bit big for its age of two weeks which was what the woman had written on the form. The woman's blood pressure was high, her heart rate was high and she was in quite a bit of pain which he took for her being abused by her husband. He took blood samples then had the woman lie down flat on the table. The head piece got in the way during his exam and he asked her, gently, if she could remove it. She did so reluctantly, he was taken completely by surprise when he saw who it was he was treating but he didn't show it. He went on with his routine then told her to lie still and try to remain calm, that he'd be back with the machine that would make her problem go away. When he left the room he closed the door behind him, he walked down the hallway and past the room that had the machine which dispelled unwanted babies or babies that were causing the mother to have medical problems. When he got to the front desk he went straight for the phone, he dialed a total of twenty numbers and heard a great numbers of rings before finally the other line was picked up.
"Who is this?" his ruler demanded. "I demand you state your name! This is an unregistered number!"
"Sir, we have your granddaughter at Brousie Clinic of Emergency." the doctor said into his receiver. "She's having quite a bit of trouble with her pregnancy and is looking to abort the fetus she is carrying."
"What?" his ruler roared. "You keep her ass there, don't you dare hurt that child or the fetus she is carrying! I and my son will be there in less than five minutes!"
Angel waited for a few minutes then she sat upright, having had a feeling that something wasn't right. She stood up and, with one arm still around her stomach, walked to the door. She opened it a peak and looked out then closed it and turned around, her face bore a look of surprise and panic. Walking down the hallway towards the room she was in was the doctor that had examined her, the doctor had not been the reason for her surprise, the two beings behind him, following him, were. Walking behind the doctor, looking beyond angry, was her father with KurukVile walking behind him. From the quick glance she had taken, Master Vile's hands were bunched into tight fists. She twisted the lock on the door knob and positioned a chair in front of it, there was a window in the room she was in and she ran to it. She had it slid open when the door knob started jingling and she had just slipped out when the door was blasted from its hinges.
Now she saw the vehicles, the building had looked so small and compact from the front but from the back she saw that she had just recently been in was a tall building, about ten or so floors, and she was up on the very top. Flying by her, zooming as fast as they could, it seemed, were vehicles. The vehicles did not use streets, she saw the reason now why there were no vehicles on the cobblestone walkways and why it was only people who walked those walkways. The walkways were just that, walkways. Sidewalks, if you will. The vehicles coursed around, coasting and zooming by on air, a thin broke stripe between the street marked the different sides of the road with a solid white stripe twenty feet from the thin broken stripe. There were cars flying normally, there were cars flying from up to down and vice versa. As she slid along the side of the clinic, taking extra care because the lip she was walking on was very slim, a train-like vehicle zoomed down the building blaring its horn. Her emerald-green eyes bulged from their sockets as she watched the vehicle go by, it was only two feet from her, so close she could actually reach out and touch it as it went past. The track it had used was a thin metal rod, it left an electric charge after it passed by.
"Alright Angel you come back now." she heard. "No where for you to go now."
Turning her head to the side she saw her father leaning his top half out of the window she had climbed out of. She got the feeling that she really was in the movie The Fifth Element now, the planet just had that feeling to it and she wondered if this was how things were in the mind of humanity. That humans dreamed up real places and put the name imagination and creativity on them not really know that they were real. Her father had a glow in his eyes that she did not like at all, it spelled out plainly in front of her his deep anger. She saw the rage, the humiliation of her being here and the anger of her going to abort a child of his blood that she was carrying in her womb. There was no way she was going back when he had that rage in his eyes, and in truth she wouldn't go back even if it wasn't there. She looked at the metal rod that the train-like vehicle had cruised by on, the electricity was gone from it now and it was just a short jump from her. She looked up and saw that there was no other vehicle coming down. She dove from her spot, her hand held out, hearing her father yelling her name in a long drawn out fashion. She barely caught the rod. She flew down the rod, the skin on her palm scraping away, until she saw to her extreme horror a pair of yellow headlights racing towards her, it was another of those train-like vehicles. With a yell she released the rod. Gravity took over and she, somehow, veered right. the train-like vehicle hit her shoulder and made her spin but that was all. She dropped fast, vehicles now blaring their horns at her with their drivers yelling for her to get out of the way, before she slammed down hard on a vehicle. The force of her fall made the roof fall in, she landed in the backseat of the vehicle.
"Whoa!" the driver yelled when his car was hit. "What the hell was that!"
"You're worst nightmare if you don't drive!"
Angel reached forward, grabbing the driver around the shoulders. She had made an icicle after she had fallen into the vehicle and had it to the man's throat. The driver raised his hands then started driving, Angel pulled herself to the front seat and pointed the icicle, which was three inches wide and five inches long, at the man. As the driver drove his vehicle, constantly glancing at her fearfully, Angel thought of Atlas. Surely the man was now back safe and sound on Earth, and surely the man had his comfort in Helen's arms. There was no way, Angel thought to herself, that he had remained on the planet of which had freaked him out so bad he couldn't move from his spot against the building in the alleyway that they had appeared in. As she was thinking the driver suddenly started talking.
"S-s-so what're you running from?" the driver asked. "The police? Did you just rob someone or just escape from a prison or something?"
"Drive!" Angel growled. "There is nothing about me that you need to know."
"Then why are you running?" the driver asked. "I'm not going to hurt you. I want to help."
"Help by driving." Angel replied hotly. "I want far from here! I want..."
"Hello citizens of Deocomos, this is your ruler, KurukVile Surfeit talking." the radio blared in Angel's grandfather's voice. "There is a being on this planet that requires quick capture, a code black situation. The being has fiery red hair, cut short, with plenty of wounds on her body. The most prominent would be the wound on her forehead with a slit on her right eyebrow and a brand on her neck which has two letters on it, M and V. This being is female, five foot six inches, estimated, and has emerald-green eyes with a ring of golden-yellow around black pupils. If this being is found please, capture her and lock her up tight. She is very powerful, very strong and is a great fighter. She is carrying a precious cargo of an unborn fetus within her womb so do please, be extremely careful with her. This is KurukVile Surfeit, your ruler, signing off."
The driver glanced over at her, he noticed that wound on her forehead and the slit in her eyebrow, he also saw the brand on her neck, the letters M and V were Gothic, it looked with the last branch of the letter V circling around both letters. Angel raised the icicle, which was starting to melt, at the man and slid over closer. He continued driving, Angel snapped the radio off. They drove for a while before, suddenly, they came upon a roadblock of red and white cop vehicles. The man looked at her and slowed, she now had the icicle up to his neck. When he hit the vehicle in front of him the cops all looked back. A cop riding a red bike which gave off a white ringed exhaust rode towards them. When he looked in the vehicle he motioned wildly with his hand. Four cop vehicles circled them, the driver of the vehicle in front had pulled his vehicle down, allowing the cop vehicle above him to take his place.
"Driver, please open your passenger door." an officer said into his microphone. "You have a being we wish to take into custody."
"Don't you dare!" Angel yelled, she held the icicle up closer to the driver's neck.
"I can't do anything!" the driver yelled. "She has an icicle against my neck! She'll cut me if I do!"
"Open your vehicle door!" the office yelled, he was not using his microphone now.
Master Vile practically jumped into the seat of the topless red convertible which had thrusters in the back and bullet proof armor on the siding after he had heard that his daughter had been found. KurukVile ran to the vehicle and got in normally, by opening the door and sliding into the seat. He inserted the key into the ignition then drove at fifty miles an hour towards Sector 5H, a roadway just before the highway. Master Vile's mind was doing somersaults, he had expected his daughter-mate had gotten pregnant but he had no idea she would actually show up on a different planet to get an abortion. He felt hurt by that, hurt and angered. He had felt such power, such electricity, and had shown so much love towards his daughter during their first mating. So much so that he was still talking about it almost two weeks after it had happened. Yes, he was furious at her escaping him, yet again, and yes he was furious over her attempted abortion, but he still loved her and still had plans for further offspring with her. He had boasted the morning following Angel's escape to his father that she was a thousand times better, a thousand times more exciting, than the human he had taken his aggravation out on almost two years before. His father had listened to all of the details, had given some advice then had congratulated his son on a successful first mating.
"Whoa nelly look in front of us!" KurukVile exclaimed. "Four around, two above and two below."
"Trapped." Master Vile replied. "Get me close, get one of those cars to move out so we can me in."
The situation was frantic, as soon as KurukVile drove up alongside the vehicle that had Angel in it he had just one look to tell him it would be a fight. Angel was almost on top of the driver, she had something in her hand and was holding it against the drivers neck. He could hear her yelling, could hear her saying for the driver to not touch the door. Master Vile was just standing up, getting ready to jump onto the vehicle, when the driver's door swung open and the driver was thrown out. Before KurukVile could do anything the vehicle beside him swung against him hard. Paint scraped away, metal scraped metal, sparks flew, his car was shoved out of the way so violently that he had reach over and grab his son's robe to stop him from falling out of the vehicle. Angel sped away, KurukVile had time enough to notice that the vehicle she was in was a yellow and black checkered taxi, and that there was a large hole in the top.
"Catch her!" KurukVile roared at the dumbfounded officers who were just sitting in their vehicle with their mouth's open in shock. "Son, she may be badly injured and might have lost the child already. She fell through the top of the vehicle!"
"I saw I saw!" Master Vile yelled. "Drive! We must catch her!"
KurukVile put his foot almost through the floor of his vehicle, he was speeding, going over seventy miles an hour. The vehicle that he was driving wasn't just one of those renters, it was his own personal vehicle on this planet. Like his son, he had a palace on each of his conquered planets equipped with the best motor vehicles the planet had out, and of course each vehicle had been customized with a bullet proof siding and roof. He had seen the convertible and not liked it much, he had thought it as girlie and had bypassed it but that had changed after his wife had seen it. He had gone ahead and gotten the vehicle after she had begged and pleaded, she mainly drove the vehicle while he drove a more manly vehicle, a sleek and very well polished black car that had light gray bubbles on the door and roof, twin thrusters and a killer stereo system, the roof of his manly vehicle could be removed with the press of a button, although whenever he did drive that vehicle the roof was always left up. It wasn't because he was afraid that someone would fire at him, no one would dare, the main reason was because he saw a topless vehicle as girlie. A girl liked a topless vehicle so her hair could blow back and so she could look important and pretty and attractive, this he knew and with this knowledge he had lectured his wife on for almost four days after the convertible had been purchased.
He was particularly worried about his granddaughter, the anger was there but it was pushed back by the worry. She was a strong one, a good fighter and very smart, he didn't need to be told that at all. He knew, he had seen it. But, she was also delicate, for a female she did have her vulnerabilities. He had seen the way her bones were more trim than her older half-sister's, she was light boned and speedy, but those light bones could well be broken much faster than her female kin's. He was particularly worried about her crashing into the vehicle she was in, yes the top of a vehicle can be easy to break at such momentum with a fall but not one being could walk away unscathed. He made a mental note that once he and his son caught up to her and had captured her to have her rushed to a hospital for a quick check up. She would carry another baby, he was sure of that from hearing the rich details of her first mating from his son, and of course, he knew how long they had been busy during that first mating. He was actually looking very forward, as was Master Vile and Irka, his wife, to seeing and holding a tiny bundle of evil joy.
Angel was doing ninety-five, the meter went no higher and yet she saw the cop cars catching up. She had the gas pedal down to the floor and was keeping it there, not bothering to slow down for the traffic in front of her and not bothering to read the signs she passed. She had panicked when she had seen her father pulling up beside the vehicle that she was in, after she had seen him standing up in the vehicle he was in she had grabbed the driver by his shirt, thrown the door open and thrown him out.
She found managing the car easy, the steering wheel was like one on Earth but it could be moved up and down. During a curious moment she had pushed the wheel down and found that the vehicle went up and when she pulled the wheel up the vehicle went down, naturally the car went whichever way she turned the wheel, left turn for left and right turn for right. The road turned up ahead and she took the turn wide when she got to it. She found herself heading into a barrier of cop cars, all which had canisters pointed at her. She turned the wheel hard left and the car went left, if she would have been driving on a solid road instead of driving on air the car would have skidded along on its side. Just as she was making the turn the cop cars ahead opened fire, she screamed as bullets went through the bottom of the vehicle she was in and she heard the vehicle start to die off. She righted the vehicle and completed the turn only to find herself heading for a head-on collision with her grandfather. With a yell she threw the door open and jumped out. Her grandfather just barely missed hitting the vehicle she had just leaped from by mere inches.
"I'm going to hate heights after this!" Angel yelled.
She struggled to right herself then when her feet were pointed down towards the vehicles that were driving below her she transformed into a red bird. As soon as her transformation was complete she started flying up, being careful of the vehicles whose drivers were now quiet behind the wheel. She flew past a group of cops that had just pulled up in tireless motorcycles, she flew past cop cars and she flew past her grandfather's vehicle without being seen. When she got abreast with a platform which led to the cobblestone walkway she transformed into a Weasel and ran as fast as her legs could carry her. She ran back to the medical clinic, she entered it through a barely open window, squeezing her trim and almost elastic Weasel body through the little space between the windowpane and the window ledge. Once inside she transformed back to her true form, she found herself in one of the examining rooms. As soon as she got her bearings she went to the door, she peaked out, scoping the clinic in one quick glance. The clinic was near empty of doctors and nurses except for the receptionist that had slid her the clipboard with the forms clipped on it earlier. She stole around the corner, when she saw a gun lying unguarded on a wheeled cart she took it. She slid the safety off then ran forward, she leaped through the glass of the sliding window that the receptionist was behind and aimed the gun. The receptionist shrieked in terror and raised her arms up, Angel took note the name tag that read Yarra.
"Alright missy!" Angel said, she walked forward with the gun cocked. "Move it! I have a baby to get removed."
"I don't know how to work the machine!" Yarra exclaimed. "Please, miss! Don't shoot!"
"I don't want the damn machine!" Angel yelled. "The automatic surgery table! Where is it!"
"We don't have..." Yarra started to say, tears were flowing down her cheeks.
"Don't give me that billy jack bull!" Angel shrieked. "I saw the sign back there! Where is it! Where?"
"Second floor!" Yarra screamed. "But you can't get to it and won't be able to use it! I won't let you take the baby!"
Angel slammed the back of her gun against the receptions head, Yarra fell unconscious on the floor. She raced out of the receptionists office, down the hallway then slammed a door open which led to a flight of stairs. She didn't run down them, she wrapped the gun's strap around her shoulder and moved her hands in a circular motion. An airball formed above her head. She jumped up and moved the airball just under her feet. She zoomed down the stairs fast, leaning forward slightly to make the airball move faster, she kept an eye on the doors that either led to the floor levels or to exits. She flew past levels eleven and ten, almost lost her airball twice because the pain had started back up then zoomed past levels nine, eight, seven, six and five. She did lose her airball after she flew past the sign that read level five and simply ran down the stairs, she ran as fast as she could, taking three and four at a time. She was just past level three when an alarm went off, red lights lowered from the ceiling and blinked on and off. She didn't need to know what was going on, the receptionist had regained consciousness and had flipped a switch sounding the alarm. As soon as she saw the door with the word Level and the number 2 above it she charged forward. As soon as she threw the door open she ran down the hallway, looking into each and every room as she ran past them. It was the second to last room on the hallway that she was looking for. As soon as she stepped in front of the doors they slid open, when they closed she punched the panel, making the doors jam.
It was a clean and sterile room, a row of cabinets stretched all around the room, on the surface were containers of needles, gauze, bandages, medication and books. The floor was almost black while the tiled ceiling and wall was a brick yellow. The table in the center of the room was six feet long and had glass dome doors, the top of which was about three feet in length and lifted up while the body domes slid to the side and went the rest of the length of the table. Angel ran to the panel and started pressing buttons.
"Table power low," a recording said. "automatic disabled."
"Come on!" Angel screamed. "Emergency abortion! Medical issue! Personal issue! Emergency! Emergency! Emergency!"
"Table power low," the recording repeated. "automatic disabled."
Angel did it manually, finding that the building had been down-powered just to make her not be able to abort the foul offspring she carried, the one that her father had created with his foul juices. She pressed Foreign Body, Extraction and then pressed with a trembling finger Initiate. The glass dome doors on the table slid open and the table tilted. She ripped her clothes off and climbed onto the table. As soon as she was positioned the glass domes closed, trapping her inside, and the table slid down making her lie on her back. She saw an arm slide out from a grating on the dome and she thought it was going to work, that she was getting what she had come here for. Instead, the table suddenly died. She screamed for the arm to do something, anything, it just stayed were it was. With an exasperated scream she kicked her foot up, and that was when she heard a sound, a grating sound like someone was going aaaawwwwnnnnn outside the door of the room she was in. She bunched her hand into a tight fist and punched it at the glass dome above her as hard as she could, it broke through the glass and she pressed a button that said open, the dome doors on the table slid open just as the sliding door that she had jammed earlier slid open, sparks flew as it was opened. Her father had his hands on the doors, sliding them apart, using every bit of strength in his body that he had. Seeing as her father was as close as he was she grabbed the dome doors and slammed them shut over her. Her father and grandfather walked in right after, her father had an angry look on his face and was breathing rather hard. When he got to the table that she had closed herself on he tapped his fingernails on the domed glass doors, his nails made a click click click sound as they tapped the glass. When he leaned over the dome above her head she pulled to the side.
"Trying to expell our child, sweetheart?" her father asked.
"I am not having your baby!" Angel screamed.
The glass dome slid up and she tried to get away but was caught by her grandfather who swung her around. She faced her father, who bore the very look of intense anger on his face. As he walked closer she felt the pain grip her, it made her gasp and pull back against her grandfather, she closed her eyes and made her hands into tight fists, she unknowingly had her grandfather's leopard skin robe in her clenched hands. The pain stopped abruptly when she felt a hand touch her stomach. She sighed loudly then looked down, her father was no more than three inches from her and his hand was flat against her belly.
"Might not have lost it after all, Son." KurukVile said, he sounded happy.
"What a relief!" Master Vile exclaimed. "Angel, honey. These, again, are normal pains. Your body is molding itself, getting ready for the next nine months. It will hurt for one week more then you won't ever feel the pains again. At least, not until you give birth, that is."
"I-I have n-n-no intention of having your baby." Angel snarled in a stutter.
"Yes, you do and yes, you will." Master Vile brought his face in close to hers. "If I have to chain you up to my bed for the whole pregnancy, I will."
"It might not even be yours!" Angel screamed. "It might be that damn Blue Freak's!"
"Who?" Master Vile asked, he took a step closer and she pulled back.
"That Globber dude of yours." Angel replied.
"What did he do to you? Tell me Angel!"
Master Vile grabbed her arm and shook her concernedly, she only explained to stall for time of how a bleach blond man wearing dark clothes and black boots had approached her after she had gone to a bar, she admitted to taking the man home which made her father growl deep. When she got to the part on how Blue Globber had tied her up to her bed and had taken a blue potion which had changed him to his true form and then climbed on top of her her father walked off in a huff, he slapped his hand on a counter top hard, the surface dented in slightly.
"How long?" he asked, anger deep within his voice. "How long ago was this, Angel?"
"Three or four days before the guy behind me sicked his dogs on me." Angel replied. "Three or four days before you rattled the caging, so to speak."
Master Vile took a step back, his mouth was open and he looked down at her stomach, he couldn't believe what he had just heard. That one of his own ground troops had taken advantage of his daughter, his mate, and that one of his ground troops had had the nerve to also take advantage of the potion he had given him to take to be able to hide among the humans.
"Well if the baby is Globber's I do want it removed." Master Vile exclaimed. "Where's a doctor? I must know now!"
"Son! Just grab the device behind you." KurukVile said, he pointed at a handgun that had a long needle on it. "I used it once... a very long time ago."
Master Vile's mind was spinning, he turned around and grabbed the device then walked forward with it. He didn't need to know the full story of who his father had used it on once, he figured it was Agola since his father hadn't been with anyone else since coupling with his mother. When Angel saw the weapon in his hand she freaked, it looked like a handgun but it was longer and had a right long needle jutting out from the muzzle. The weapon was mostly metal except for a glass vial which stood up on end near the back and it had two buttons near the back sight. Angel struggled once then was held still, KurukVile pulled her shirt up and pointed at her naval, he told his son to insert the needle there and pull the trigger, that the baby's cord-blood would be collected through the device and it could be tested afterwards. Angel screamed at the top of her lungs as the device was pushed through, she felt a crunch then excruciating pain as her father collected the blood from the fetus within her, she didn't care if he took all of the baby's blood but she wished he'd steady his hand, it was shaking pretty badly. When he withdrew the device she near started crying, she bled a little but that was all.
"Now go over to the countertop and press your finger against the small bowl near the hammer of the device." KurukVile said to his son. "Press the little red button and wait. If the button turns blue, the baby is yours."
Master Vile followed his father's instructions, a lump filled in his throat and he glanced at his daughter a few times. When the device beeped he near jumped. The button he had pressed had turned blue. His heavy brow bunched up, he stood up slowly and pulled his sleeves up almost to his elbows. He didn't walk back to his daughter, he charged over and grabbed her by her shirt and hoisted her up, cursing in Vilian. KurukVile ran forward and grabbed his son by the shoulder but it was too late. Master Vile had released one of his hands and swung it hard, punching Angel hard in the face. When she was dropped to the floor she didn't run off or escape, she was in a semi-conscious state.
"Lie! A big lie!" Master Vile yelled.
"No point in punching her Son." KurukVile said, he stood in front of Angel. "She's pregnant, with your child. A punch such as the one you just gave her could well of hurt the baby and you damn well know it."
"I understand she's scared but she doesn't need to act like this!" Master Vile yelled, he looked down at his daughter.
"It will take her a while to get it all under control..." KurukVile started to say.
"She needs to get herself under control now!" Master Vile yelled, he took a step closer to his father.
"She'll come around when she holds the child." KurukVile finished. "All women do, Son."
"How am I going to be able to help her in her time of need... during her pregnancy needs when she still fights me... us!... like she does!" Master Vile exclaimed.
Master Vile turned around and walked away a few feet then stopped, deep anger gripped him. He told himself to get a grip, to calm down. He was standing in front of the automatic surgery table, thinking of ways to both calm down and ways to calm his daughter-mate down during her pregnancy when he felt his father's arm wrap around his shoulder. He swallowed hard as his father spoke in his ear. His father told him that the first thing he needed to do was calm down, for both his benefit and Angel's, then he told him, as a matter of fact, there was no going around his words, that he was going to pick Angel up and carry her out of the building to the convertible. KurukVile told him that the first thing they were going to do was take her to a doctor for a check up, to insure that both she and the baby were in good health then he'd take them to his palace on the planet for a quick supper before they would leave for Gamma-Vile.
"You're mother and I are moving in with you, Son." KurukVile said. "We're going to help as much as we can."
"I don't need your help." Master Vile replied, he slid out from under his father's arm. "I've gone through two pregnancies and two births. I can go through this one fine without you and your help."
"Angel needs her whole family with her, Son." KurukVile said as his son walked towards Angel who was still in a semi-conscious state. "She needs to know who all her family is and that we all love and care for her. That is what will turn her around, to keep us from her during this very emotional period in her life is asking for trouble."
They talked as they left the room, Master Vile had picked his daughter up and was walking with her slung over his shoulder, his father was on his left. After some arguing he agreed that his mother and father, and brother and sister, would move in with him at his palace. They were only there to lend a comforting hand to Angel during her pregnancy and the first few months of her being a mother, it had been agreed on. When they reached an all glass elevator the mood had changed some, there was still some tension between Master Vile and his father but everything had been cleared up. Things had yet been cleaned up between father and son, KurukVile still resented his son conquering his birth planet and galaxy but he had decided some time ago to put it behind him and focus on what was ahead of him. Master Vile was still a bit angered that his father had decided to butt into his affairs, but he was starting to come around. They still fought over piddly things but their relationship had gotten slightly better. A minor fight started up in the elevator after KurukVile had squeezed in, the elevator was small and both men fit in rather smugly, Master Vile wanted his father to let him and Angel go first but KurukVile would have none of it, they fit into the elevator after Angel had been re-positioned: she was held straight up like an arrow, her head nearly touching the ceiling of the elevator. When the elevator beeped, telling them that they were back on the ground floor, which was really the top floor, KurukVile wrestled out of the elevator, Master Vile walked behind him. Angel had woke up fully and was fighting now, kicking her legs out and about and trying to tear his hands from her. He near tossed her into his father's convertible, but reframed from doing so by reminding himself that she was just fighting because she was scared of both him and his father and that she was also scared because she was pregnant.
"Hey," KurukVile placed his hand on Angel's shoulder after she continued to put up a fight after the door had been shut behind her father. "calm down. No one going to hurt you any."
"Fuck you!" Angel shrieked. "Let me go!"
"Drive..." Master Vile said through clenched teeth. "Just drive!"
"You calml down as well." KurukVile said to his son. "Not in my car you don't."
"Shut up and just fuckin' drive!" Master Vile yelled.
Master Vile started off holding Angel in the passenger seat beside his father but he found that with Angel thrashing around and trying to grab everything in sight it was a bad idea. He had his father pull over so he could get in the back, which was another deed that was easier said than done. KurukVile was now shouting back, telling Angel that she'd better behave and for her to calm down. She was cursing pretty loudly, it was embarrassing to him, both his granddaughter fighting in the back seat and her cursing up a storm, throwing almost every word in the book out in the air. It was when he noticed drivers looking at him, giving him the shocked and offended look, that he decided to put the top up on the car, he looked down as he reached for the button that would start the gears and pulley's that would bring the top up from its hiding place when he noticed a blinking light.
"I had this thing fully refilled before I ordered it brought here." KurukVile sighed. "Need to head into the Energy Savers, Son. Fill up the tank."
"Do it quick." Master Vile replied from behind him. "See if you can get something to calm her down. Anything, pop!"
He made the purchase of the energy-fuel quick, and purchased a bag of cookies which he thought his granddaughter would like. When he left the convenience store he found that there was a group of photographers standing next his vehicle, one was taking pictures of his son and granddaughter and by the looks of it Angel had calmed down. When he walked up to the car, grabbing the energy tube and inserting it into the tank, he heard his son answering some question. Master Vile had his hand cupped around Angel's jaw, her face was pressed up against his, her hands were wrapped around his robe. As he refilled the energy tank he heard his son say that he and his daughter were, indeed, expecting a baby in the next nine months and that they were hoping to have more than six, deep inside of himself KurukVile laughed.
"Most powerful Surfeit..." one of the photographers said to him, it was a teenager by the looks of him. The teenager held his eyes low, looking down at the vehicle siding. "may we get some photos of you with your granddaughter and son?"
"Let me finish up." KurukVile replied.
KurukVile was amazed that Angel remained calm when he slid in his car and drew in close for his picture with his son and granddaughter. Angel only made a sound, a sort of snort and sigh, but she didn't fight. When the photographers left and he started the vehicle Master Vile removed his hand from under Angel's chin, it was then that she started the fighting again, pulling to the left and right and stomping her feet trying to stamp on her father's foot or bruise one of his shins. KurukVile tossed the bag of cookies behind him, they landed on the seat behind him.
"She behaved for the photographers..." KurukVile turned his head slightly.
"That's because I had my hand on her chin." Master Vile replied. "She was putting up a good fight just before they walked up."
"School kids?" KurukVile asked.
"High school." Master Vile called up. "Angel will you stop it! Right now!"
The car sputtered and came to a dead stop near a platform, KurukVile was caught completely by surprise and looked at the energy gauge. It read empty. As he stared at it, in a dumbed disbelief, he heard a sound and turned his head around. The high school kids who had photographed him, his son and Angel grabbed quite a few good photographs, many of which made the papers all around the Wycos Galaxy, and some making it all the way to KurukVile's other conquered galaxy, the Vulcan Galaxy, and his only singly conquered planet, Oot, and his son's conquered galaxies, the M51, Betta and the few planets that he had conquered in the Dark Galaxy.
What the kids were photographing was Atlas swinging up like a monkey from the bottom of the vehicle slamming a blunt instrument against the side of KurukVile's face. The kid who snapped the photo of KurukVile slumped over his wheel, a trickle of blood coming from his single wound which was on his temple, almost got jail time for the publishing of his photo on Oot. The kid who took the photograph of Atlas swiping Master Vile in the face with the same instrument, and knocking Angel out cold after he had accidentally hit her, got detention for his photograph making it in the school's paper. In all there were five arrests, most of then of teenagers who had taken photos of the slumped figure of KurukVile over his wheel with Master Vile leaning sideways in the back seat of KurukVile's convertible as Atlas scooped Angel up and ran off with her down the cobblestone walkway. The best picture of Atlas running with Angel was taken by an actual news reporter, she captured everything in her photo, and she got the worst punishment of being left in a jail cell for almost a month. She captured the bow and case of arrows slung around Atlas' back in her photo as well as the sword that was flopping about without a sheath on his belt. Her photo also showed the knife on Atlas' side that was held inside a black case. Her image was so good you could see Atlas' face, which was twisted into a snarl, and the unconscious Angel Irene who was simply lying limp in his arms. The news all around the Vulcan, Wycos, Betta and M51 Galaxy's was that Angel had been snatched away and near killed by a blow from a suitor. These stories were quickly killed off by the efforts of KurukVile, in his respective conquered galaxies, and Master Vile in his conquered galaxies in less than three days. A lot of people were either fired, suspended or expelled from the education system or worse, arrested.