Chapter 9 - Pain, consequence, rebellion.
He felt the blood rushing through his head and the pounding smashed against his eardrums like broken nails. He turned his body in vain trying to cool his body on the stone beneath him. His body began to cool down and he pressed himself down on the cool stone and relaxed.
He began to drift off once more. His body cooled and he was disappearing into a dark void when he felt a cloth being layed over him. His body began to heat up again and sweat broke out on his skin. He fell into the dark void as his body temperature rose higher and higher.
Achilles turned and looked as his shell for a second, before applying a grease to it for shine. He turned and gazed upon himself in the reflective material for a second before draping a dim cloak over the front of his head.
Tonight would be the first of many. Tonight His followers would gather in one area as a united force. They would strike a small blow on the government, but that blow would lead the way for a true uprising.
He gasped as burning sweat cascaded down his forehead and his eyes snapped open to reveal a dark blurry room. Blinking the sweat out of his eyes, he rolled over and found a small source of light.
Barely conscious, he squinted his eyes and the room came into a brighter focus. Across the room were a myriad of spiders. He drifted off in a state of confusion as his head ripped open in splitting pain. His mouth opened in a silent scream as he faded out.
He walked beind the front row holding the form of the group with minor control. He gazed forward at the middle tower. He would be apprehended after this, but that would only help his power.
The side group leaped into action on command and smashed through the front line of brutes. The brutes quickly gave way under the vicious attack from the Cognit armed with curved blades.
The rest of the groups roared in defiance and smashed into the Cognit forces. They were tired and they were bloodthirsty. His Group held back withtwo others as if waiting for a call for reinforcements.
He floated through nothing for a long time before he finally closed back to reality. His eyes inched open and he found that he was indeed surrounded by spiders. All Cognits but the large mass sitting back in a cove in the wall.
He made to reach out but a Shout resounded from the room. Surprised he stopped. A cognit stepped up,
"You cannot. You crippled yourself, you attempt contact or control and you lapse into a coma. Each time gets longer and longer, It isn't worth it."
He looked around confused,
"You Know about the telepathy?" The cognits seperated giving him a line of sight to the Mass in the cove.
"Yes, They Know." He heard resound throughout his head. He looked up at the mass and three glowing red eyes appeared, and stared back at him.
The teams smashed through the outer windows and sirens exploded into sound blasted through the air. His teams pressed onwards The first several forays were fended off by security inside the building, but the voracity of the spiders were driven by memories of ill-equipped yet vicous human tactics.
TNT was placed and building shook as the explosion resounded through the base of the tower. Bows were lashed and soon tar covered arrows were hurtling through the air imbedding themselve in redstone circuitry and Cognit bodies.
Finally the three groups were called forward and began their march on the battle. THe upper security fell away as they caught sight of three widely dispersed groups chanting and holding bright lights. They halted at the bottom but the tactic had worked and the inner troops flooded through unhindered.
"Then why are you hiding in an rust covered desolate city?" He asked after the Brute had spoken. "Surely you could do so much more!"
"We are restricted; population, technology, and power. The Felic control it all."
"The Felic? I knew the Felic."
"No, You knew an isolated group on the fringes of society. They may have surpassed their brethren in terms of morality, but the Felics that remain here are just short of barbaric rulers."
"How are you restricted?"
"Population checks, Scheduled executions, And Hormone control. Anyone can be a harsh master when they have complete control."
"Why help me, When I could be perceived as a threat?"
"Because you will follow your conscience. Leave us to Stagnate and fade away, or help us break free."
The last group forced their way into the building then all of the groups stopped, Layed down their weapons and layed into rest. The hostages, bleeding and sane didn't move until official forces paraded through. fifty spiders of youth had entered, decimated and conquered a security building.
He sat in rest as the officers flooded around him and the others, rushing towards the building. Dark tinted shells approached him, and ordered them one by one onto a large brute. To enforce their orders they were held at weapon point.
Time passed quickly on the brute and almost instantly he found himself in a large iron room seemingly bleached of color. They filed in and sat in a circle around the center of the cubed room. The Dark-tinted shells came and took them out one at a time.
When it came time for him they led him from the room and left him in an elaborate office. As he waited he kept his composure calm and sturdy, but inside he frantically paged through the memories of his followers.
None of the others had been brought into a room like this, left alone, or had time to think before being questioned. He quickly lost track of time as he was consumed by worry and fear. They had no way to know who he was and what role he had played.
Finally a Cognit stepped through the door and approached him. He remained silent and watched as it circled around him and sat at the desk in front of him.
"Achilles, Achilles, Achilles..." It said disapproval dripping from its voice. "We took you from that slum city Vengeance. And we provided you with top rate Schooling. Then you participate in something like this!" Seeing Achilles' confusion he introduced himself.
"I am Mandrake. Head of Public Relations. You are my pet project. An orphan brought to the higher echelon of Cognit society. Everyone needs their fairytales."
"I didn't do anything."
"Unfortunately all nineteen of the others with you said the same thing, The survivors of your attack also testify that they saw none of you. But hear this, Parables can be just as effective as Fairy tales. Sometimes more so." Mandrake motioned towards the door. "You are free to go. But we will be watching."