"Move it!"
The sound of army boots blared behind a few citizens who were leaded like a herd of animals toward these mini-ships. These ships were later deployed to Lord Hater's ship; the Torture Room would await their arrival. Only victims that were trying to escape were sent to that dreadful room. Once the doors slammed shut, there was no turning back. No way out. Scratching and clawing are the only things the victims could do. People were on their knees, crying and begging for mercy. Soldiers didn't show any remorse and continued to yell their given commands and stomp on valuables that belonged to families.
"Listen up!" barked Commander Peepers, "Anyone who is caught fleeing or are fighting back, they must be exterminated immediately; kill them if they become too hostile or send them to the Torture Room! Now, our mission here is to conquer and rule this planet, one step at a time; to spread hate across the entire universe! Our Leader will be proud of us, being his loyal army. We must not let him down. Now, go!"
The Watchdogs assembled and stomped their way away from their commander.
Slaves were forced to build statues of their new leader, Lord Hater. These statues were made out of a hard cement and took quite the talent and patience to get every detail right. God forbid if Hater found out that something was out of order, no telling what could possibly go wrong. After all, this was the capital that they had claimed. This city was first in line and it was the biggest after all. It would make a great spot to take over and make it capital of their new world.
Buildings crumbled down to the ground and reconstruction was decided. Lord Hater obviously didn't like the city he was invading, a few renovations wouldn't hurt.
"Ahh, yes. My plan is going swell." Lord Hater announced from the seat of his throne. His neon green eyes glared out of the windows, staring down citizens who were being captured by his fellow army. "I just love the smell of despair in the morning."
"Sir," Peepers began,"where is our next destination?"
The leader turned around in his chair to face his little sidekick. He pulled out a map which covered his face; his studying of the map almost burned a hole through the thin piece of paper.
"Here," Hater announced, "Plottemis!"
Hater turned the map around and showed his sidekick where the next destination was. The little eye guy looked at the map, spotting Plottemis a few inches away from the city they were currently in.
"Good choice, sir."
Little did he know that was the same city that Wander and Sylvia traveled to.
"Halt! Who goes there?" barked a Watchdog. He maneuvered his flashlight to the direction of the noise. The water below his feet began to soak up in his red boots. Darkness surrounded him but this didn't intimidate the soldier. He was use to this type of environment. The sound of rustling was heard once again, this time, it was a lot closer.
"Found you," he thought and rushed in. Water splashed under his running feet.
A shriek was heard and a citizen revealed herself and began sprinting as fast as she could, but she was no match for the speed of this special Watchdog. His hand reached out for her and pulled on her dress, preventing her from traveling any farther before he had ran out of breath. The woman scratched and wiggled in his grip, elbowing his arms away, trying to escape. He laughed at her feeble attempts to flee.
"Put... me... DOWN!" she grunted and elbowed him in his pupil. The force behind that blow was damaging. His hands freed her and she made a dash into a pipe, where she began to crawl for her life. The Watchdog rubbed his eye, gazing at the pipe with his blurry vision. His head shook and finally the blurriness had cleared and he jumped inside the pipe, crawling on all fours with his assigned gun in his right hand. "You're really gonna get it now."
The unknown woman continued to crawl inside the pipe and finally reached the end, an open room was followed. On the ceiling, there was water flowing down and collecting in the sewer water below. Her nose shriveled up as the smell had worsened.
"There is the outside, maybe if somehow I can get up there and escape..." she thought quickly to herself.
The Watchdog persisted and faint noises were coming from inside the pipe behind her. Her head turned around and she saw the flashlight that was illuminating the insides of the pipe, letting her know that her capturer was on his way. As nasty as the place smelled, she inhaled dirty air into her lungs and dived into the murky water. Her body was surrounded by greenish brown liquid. The Watchdog arrived at the end of the pipe and looked around, observing his surroundings and seeing if she was insight. No luck.
"Come in, come in," he shouted inside his walkie-talkie, "we have a prisoner who is escaping. She is in the sewers with me, but be careful, she is hostile."
"Copy that."
"Now where are you, you little brat?"
The girl was submerged under the water, trying to hold her breath for the longest of time. She tried to open her eyes, but the water stung her eyes and blinded her. Her oxygen level was decreasing fast and she just knew that he was somewhere around there, waiting for her. Bubbles began escaping her mouth, quickly rising to the surface of the repulsive lake of sewage. The Watchdog remained at the pipe and he noticed the bubbles popping. "Ah-ha!" The girl quickly rose from her hiding place and began to swim, her eyes squinting at the concrete she was to climb up and escape. The Watchdog aimed at her with his gun and began to fire. Red lasers followed the girl but luckily missed her, disappearing in the dark waters. She grunted and climbed up on the concrete floor, more lasers were on their way. Beams exploded against the concrete wall, nearly missing her head. The sound of wet footsteps echoed off the sewer walls.
"Dammit!" the soldier said to himself in an annoyed tone.
She exhaled and inhaled like someone having an asthma attack for a way out. Eventually, after traveling through small and narrow hallways, she found an exit.
The girl rushed toward the door with the sunlight that underlined the doorway. She pushed on the heavy metal door. Sunlight blinded her. Her vision blurred for a second and soon began to make out a line of small black figures holding something each in their hands. Her vision regain itself and she saw a line of terror that stared her down.
"Freeze!"
Her body froze with shock and terror and she couldn't even move a single muscle. Her feet slowly began to move backwards but she was stopped as she heard the sound of a laser gun charging up. Behind her was her pursuer.
"You're coming with me. And you better think twice about running away this time."
Iron bars slammed in front of the female prisoner who tried to escape. Her pupils shrunk in size as she realized that she was now in the back of a truck filled with "prisoners." The woman grabbed the bars and rattled them, begging the soldiers to release her. They did not answer or even acknowledge her existence. A Watchdog climbed into the driver's seat of the truck, turned the key, and drove toward the Leader's ship. The woman glanced back at the destruction that enfolded on the outside. People screamed with terror. Watchdogs yelled commands. Fires roared to life.
Lord Hater grinded his teeth with impatience, "It better not be a long wait."
"No sir," Peepers chuckled nervously, "I promise."
Hater never enjoyed waiting for something that he desired. He desired to torture the innocent on this very day, but, unfortunately, the Watchdogs who delivered the citizens were late. Hater slowly tapped the arms of his throne - waiting.
The side door of the throne room opened, shadows of creatures emitted on the glossy floor. Citizens entered the room and faced their destroyer. The sound of army boots followed them as a big group of Watchdogs kept eye on the sufferers who begged to be released.
"It's about time," growled the evil mastermind, "take them to my torture room."
The group of soldiers marched them toward the Torture Room, followed by Hater who was drooling at his own imagination of what he could do to each and every one of them.
Inside the room, there lay instruments on an operating table. A chair with straps near the legs and arms stood beside it. The innocent were directed by soldiers and were entered in small and uncomfortable cages, where they would stay until it was their time to perish and die and watch as their friends and neighbors were dismantled in front of their eyes. Blood would collect on the white tile floor and soon fall down the drain that was centered in the room.
Hater looked at the occupied cages and picked a prisoner's fate. A pair of Watchdogs approached the cage as the prisoner would beg and scream for mercy. His nails screeched along the tile floor and he was thrown inside the brown dentist-like chair. Straps kept him from running away and disrespecting his destroyer. Hater grabbed the stranger by the collar of his shirt and stared deeply in his eyes.
The stranger grunted, "What do you want from me?!"
Hater chuckled and jabbed the scalpel into his knee, grinding it from side to side. The prisoner screamed in pain while the others watched, gasping as red liquid began to pour out of his knee. This made Hater smile ever so big. Hater continued to grind and eventually pulled it out, leaving a hole in the guy's left knee. The skeleton laughed and proceeded to do the exact same thing with the guy's other knee.
A pair of Watchdogs stood outside the torture chamber, patrolling the area and making sure no one proceeded any further. The sound of screams penetrated through the metal walls and into their ears.
"Lord Hater must be enjoying this guy since he is giving him what he really wants," soldier one mentioned.
"Yeah, I bet he is enjoying every single second of it. I would too, if I was in there. I really can't wait for the thousands who will scream right before it happens," soldier two explained, stroking his gun softly.
"What? What are you talking about?"
"Well, I heard that Hater is looking to destroy cities and countries across the globe. I could be wrong, but that is what I was told. He said something about missiles or something along those lines."
"Commander Peepers?"
"Yeah, I heard him talking about it to other fellow soldiers."
Lord Hater eventually got bored of the guy's screams and decided to end him right there and then. He demanded another prisoner. This whole process continued for several hours until he was out of people to torture. The evil Lord exited the Torture Room, followed by the small group of walking eyes.
A pair of doors slid open on their own, Lord Hater leading them to a room that was flooded with missiles. There, special Watchdogs who were trained in this heavy artillery, input button codes for various reasons.
"Whoooooa," soldier one astonishingly exclaimed. The missiles inside the bulkhead were huge compared to the tiny evil creatures. The light fixtures at the top of the room shined bright and created a glare that painted itself on the side of each nuclear device.
"These are the missiles that I was told about. I guess they weren't rumors after all." Watchdog two explained. Lord Hater stormed passed the many rows of missiles and made his way through a door that was located at the other end of the giant bombshell of a chamber.
"Peepers! Call the other Watchdogs! I have a very important and evil speech to give." Hater said, staring down his sidekick in command.
"Yes, sir!" Peepers said, pushing a red button, which triggered an alarm system which gathered the Watchdogs every morning. After about five minutes, each and every single one of them lined up and stared at their Leader, waiting on the speech he was about to give.
"You all probably wondered why I gathered you here today. Command Peepers ordered you to enslave people in this city, which you have completed. But there are far more cities around this globe that we need to conquer. Our job is to conquer not just one planet, or a single galaxy, but to conquer the universe! That is our number one priority. Hate shall spread like fire. Fear shall engulf citizens everywhere! My name shall echo in their minds for an eternity." Hater smiled and continued, "If you haven't noticed, there are missiles lined inside the bulkhead, preparing for launch. We are to launch these weapons of mass destruction, aiming them at cities across the globe. Cities will crumble. Lives shall no longer exist. People will suffer. Tears never tasted so good."
His army stood still as pieces of stiff wood. They watched and hardly blinked, not wanting to miss a single millisecond of this memorable speech.
"I want to build my empire here, on this planet, starting with the capitol! We shall expand! We have the resources, the space, the motivation to spread hate. No one can touch us. We are immortal. And today, this world will change. Change under ruling, power, and the list goes on.It will be perfect. If anyone tries anything to make sure I can't have what I want, then kill them. Don't hesitate. Show no remorse. Today is my day and I shall not have it ruined by peasants who are lower than I. We shall go for Plottemis next, enslave as many as you can! We don't change lives for the better, we change lives for the worst. If Hell existed, I'd say I just took over His throne." Hater was determined to make things work.
"You are dismissed."
Watchdogs exited the throne room after hearing his fearful and terrifying speech. A few soldiers shivered inside their own boots after witnessing such a powerful and petrifying lecture. They heard the orders correctly. Plottemis was next in line.
Suit up, boys.