Medusa & the surprise meeting - 1774, SEPT 21st, Wednesday.
On a peaceful mountain range, a bunch of various birds rested on pine trees and nearby electrical wires. Until the raged filled scream of a woman sent them all flying. For on this particular small mountain, that was carved to be perfectly flat, was a giant stone building. And inside this building was a very fancy door thrown open so hard that the wall cracked. Out stepped an incredibly angry woman and two very scared men following her.
“PRESIDENT MEDUSA, PLEASE, CALM DOWN!” The hoarse old voice said.
“Pl-please list to Rust…” Another voice said “Y-you’re scaring us….”
“TO HELL WITH CALM!” She yelled, “I’M GONNA KILL DREG!”
Within this building was a peach colored hallway, with a maroon ceiling, tan flooring, and near floor to ceiling big cathedral windows every 5 feet apart. There was three people walking down this hallway. A skinny old man, approximately eighty-three, wearing full plate mail armor. His eyebrows were so long that they went to the side of his head, dropped down, and connected into his long dangly beard. A timid, yet big, young man about twenty-four who had slightly orange tinted skin, long black hair with rectangular bumps in it, and rectangular eyes. Finally, the person ahead of the two was an angry, yet controlled, looking woman with green snake like dreadlocks, red full moon glasses, red eyes, and white pupils. She wore a very formal looking khaki hooded coat over a regal red vest, formal brown pants, and black military dress shoes. She looked about fifty.
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“THAT IDIOT DREG ACTUALLY LET A GIANT BOMB EXPLODE ON TV!” She screamed, “IT’S ALREADY EVERYWHERE ON THE INTERNET!”
“Me-medusa please… D-don’t be mad…” The big guy said “Dreg is a good person… Please, don’t hurt anyone.”
“Salt! I am not going to hurt anyone!”
“AAAAHH!” He hid behind his arms.
The shy person, who barely talked without a pause or stutter, was known as General Salt. The south Cross Compass. Salt, the strongest.
“Salt ish right.” The old man said, “Dreg ish honorable. I doubt shuch a deed hath happened shans reason.”
“I DON’T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT HIS REASONS!” She said, “I sent him to that conference in the Humane World for the sole purpose of calming the United Governments, and the world, down about Create.”
She turned around and jabbed at the old man’s chest-plate.
“AND WHAT DOES HE DO RUST?! THE EXACT OPPOSITE!” She said “Ohhhhh, when I get my hands on him.”
The old man, who held himself in the ways of knighthood, was known as General Rust. The east Cross Compass, the invincible. Turning away from both generals, the angry woman continued to walk down the hallway.
“Medusa wasn’t this frightful when Zeke whas alive.” Rust said
“…W-Who?” Salt asked
“Twas before your time.” Rust said.
Both generals turned back towards the angry woman. Medusa, the needle of the Cross Compass, and the President. Rust and Salt decided to stay a few steps further away from her. The three of them approached the end of the hallway; which split into a T intersection. Directly in front of them was a blue digital door.
“Dreg’s lucky he’s still a general! What with all the pressure the United Governments are putting on us.” She said, “Especially now the that fucking, Create hating, Planet Lance Cult joined.”
Medusa held three access cards in front of a scanner, one for each person entering; on her sleeve was a unique pair of buttons that resembled a cherry. A blue grid like light shone over the cards.
“VR ROOM ACTIVATING UNITED GOVERNMENT MEETING MODE.” A robotic voice said.
The doors flung open and Medusa stepped inside with the two generals. Before them was a weird dark blue room with cyan grid like circuits all around them. The world warped and soon they were standing at holographic table surrounded by various aged people who appeared to be leaders of many countries. Behind these leaders was a massive flag with a picture of the world on it. The uninspired symbol of the United Government.
The person who stood out the most was someone in the room who did not have a seat. It was a man with a big cardboard box on his head that had giant googly eyes glued upon it and wearing a top hat. Beneath the googly eyes was a plague doctor’s mask that came out of the cardboard in such a way to make it look like a normal size nose in proportion to the rest of the artificial facial features.
“Medusa! It’s about time you showed up.”
A man at the side of the table stood up.
“Yesterday we had wrapped up a meeting with Dreg where he swore, on your title, there would be decrease in Create related activities from now on. Would you care to explain this?!”
A clipped was played in the center of the table showing Timmy’s bomb going off.
“I understand the severity of the given situation. This incident is the perfect example of why the reduced funding is making it more difficult for Cross to do its job.” Medusa said,”And yet, the bomb aside, we still managed an overall decrease of Create Users…”
“THE PUBLIC DOESN’T CARE ABOUT GRAPHS AND NUMBERS!”
A man on the opposite side stood up.
“THEY CARE ABOUT WHAT THEY SEE RIGHT NOW, AN ATOMIC BOMB GOING OFF!”
“WHICH WOULDN’T HAPPEN IF I HAD THE PROPER RESOURCES TO CATCH THINGS LIKE THIS BEFORE THEY HAPPEN!”
The room was silent for a moment. Salt shuffled his feet about nervously as Rust grimaced slightly.
“The Planet Lance Cult has half the funding Cross currently does,”
A middle-aged man with a pipe said.
“So why is it they are actually able to contain Create Users?”
“Do you mean like the crusade of Thimbleton?” Medusa asked.
“That was a community of terrorists.”
“Children aren’t terrorists.”
“They are when they could destroy the planet!” He stared at Salt, “Like a certain general in his youth.”
Medusa felt a surge of anger, and a cold pang of sadness. She was almost tempted to look back at Salt, to make sure he was ok, but this was a political power game. She couldn’t allow herself to appear as if they struck a blow. She couldn’t look weak. However, they were starting to get on her nerves.
Salt frowned and stared down at his feet. He was feeling on the spot, and that made him feel nervous. He wanted to leave the room, but he knew he had to be PROPER, be an ADULT, he had to be a GENERAL. Still, he really wished he weren’t here right now; being the main focus. Rust noticed this, and placed his hand on Salt’s shoulder. That made Salt feel a bit better. It was still strange, the thought that others like him existed. That they accepted him. The simple act made him feel warm and safe. And he wanted to help Medusa feel the same way. He would stay in this room… No matter how scary it got.
Rust maintained his composure, a gentle face, but anyone who would look at his fist would know otherwise. To think, TO THINK, that ANYONE would treat a child with anything but love and care. How absolutely deplorable. What onerous, devil-eyed, jackanapes would say such atrocities. What a dishonorable scallawag. A detestable mudbug. Truly a fiend. There was a time where he believed in the United government. The lofty ideals of a world in unity. What a shame. He was almost glad Ezekiel hadn’t seen how far they’ve fallen. Rust took in a deep breath, he would not stain his honor by allowing these gutter-dragging blaggards to incite his anger. He looked over to Salt, the lad was shaking. By jove, he was so caught up in his own head, he didn’t think of Salt’s feelings.
“Fret not no longer companion, I am here.”
He thought, placing his hand on Salt’s shoulder.
“I am here for you ol’ chap.”
Salt gave Rust a half-hearted smile.
“You and I both know Salt was a unique case. Normally, Drive energy is a domino effect. It’s the contact with Create that causes one to absorb a tiny fragment of Drive residue.” Medusa said, “Which grows inside them, until, they too can use Create… We both know that wasn’t the case for Salt.”
“That’s exactly what everyone’s afraid of.”
The man in the strange cardboard head stepped forward.
“How many people do you think got infected with Drive energy particles today? How many dominos were knocked over by that terrorist’s bombs?”
“Boxy Love…” She muttered.
“What a stupid name.” She thought.
Boxy felt disgusted by Medusa. She was just another Create User who thought herself above her fellow man. No, she was worse than that. Her ideals are better than most Create Users, but that made her blind to the truth. The truth that ALL Create Users, are simply a disease… They abuse their unnatural powers to only cause chaos and destruction. Its precisely why a desert surrounds that hellish MoveCity… A desert that wasn’t there BEFORE Create Users. No. They act like gods, but all they are, is monsters… Like that THING named General Salt. By the Lance, Boxy hated Salt. He was an abomination. And precisely why Medusa was the worst. Because she blindly defended its continued existence.
More than that, she allowed Create to continue to exist… To harm the innocence who were unable to protect themselves. Medusa thought she was doing good for the world. Oh how wrong she was. Every second Medusa continued to defend Create’s existence, more weapons would be made. More atrocities would take place… More people would be killed. No. Its better to cut off a gangrenous limb than for the whole body to die. Create is a sickness and there is only one cure. Boxy turned to the leaders at the table.
“Create is a never-ending chain reaction. A plague of constant infection, existing for so long as Drive exists.” He said, “When an incurable virus appears, one whose spread you cannot stop, how do you prevent a pandemic? There is only one way.”
“Watch what you say! Cross oversees Create related matters.” Medusa said, “Don’t forget, this is a partnership. I refuse to have needless deaths.”
“Cross is only allowed in countries that grant them entry.” A young woman said, “The people are losing faith in Cross. It may not be long before all borders are closed to you.”
“Just like Thimbleton.” Boxy said, “Remember when Cross was banned from their borders? When they choose my PLC to clean up their Create epidemic.”
“Boxy, I gave your Planet Lance Cult a chance.” Medusa said, “Had I known you’d cause that genocide, I’d never have given you that opportunity.”
“It wasn’t your opportunity to give. The people chose us.” He said, “They don’t want hypocrites, they want Create gone… by any means necessary.”
“I don’t care if all the world bans Cross,” Medusa said “If I hear of another mass murder like Thimbleton, then Cross will intervene and take matters into our own hands. Regardless of any opposition we may face.”
“Do you intend to make the world your enemy?” Boxy asked.
“Shouldn’t you be more concerned with your in-ability to stop us if we did.” Medusa said.
The was a pause amongst them all.
Medusa was uneasy. She hoped it never would come to that, and it made her nervous to make such a threat… Because she wasn’t sure if she would actually follow through on it. But the United Government, and Boxy, couldn’t know that. They had to believe she could willingly destroy them. They had to believe her strong and fierce. That deterrent was probably the only thing that kept them civil with her. She was glad they didn’t know it would break her to cause world war, rather than world peace.
Boxy wasn’t sure if Medusa would ever go that far, but as things stood, he couldn’t stop her if she did. That aggravated him. So he would play this game, if it prevented that… At least until the project was complete. Besides, of all the Create Users he’s met, Medusa was the most agreeable. If he could avoid innocent HUMAN bloodshed by convincing her he was right, then it would be worth it. But if she couldn’t be convinced, the he would deal with Cross. Not with the strength of his brawn, but by the might of the people. He would unify them to destroy her.
Rust was a bit surprised, he hadn’t felt this uncomfortable in… How long now? Impressive, oh Ezekiel, if you could see Medusa now! She is astounding! With words alone, she wraps them all up. The air was so thick with tension, that it could be cut with a knife. Yet there she stood! A chivalrous knight, undaunted by the fearsome dragon before her! How honorable! If the situation didn’t call for it, he would laugh with all his might. At the very least, he could grin ear to ear.
Salt started to fidget in place.
“I hate this. I hate this. I hate this.” Salt uncomfortably thought, “The door is so close by… Maybe I could just sneak out a little. No! No. I’m a big boy. Man! Big man.”
He frowned and couldn’t stop his hands from shaking.
“Ohhhh, why is everyone so scary. I hate this. Pleaaaaaaase Medusa… Wrap this up so we can leaaaaave. Oh god, what if they all start staring at me.”
The silence was finally broken.
“I am giving it everything I have to work together.” Medusa said, “I want a better world, represented by understanding and peace… Not fear and power. So please, let’s continue to try and work together.”
“Medusa is right. The world still needs Cross.” Boxy said, “Maybe Cross would be more popular if it consisted of non-Create Users, like when it was founded.”
“If anyone should be President of Cross, it should be Rust.”
The man with the pipe said.
“He was the Vice President for Ezekiel’s entire term, and while Rust has incredible Drive, he’s never once used Create during your… Term.”
“You mean the only remaining member of Cross who still has A KILL CHIP LODGED IN HIS BRAIN!” Medusa yelled.
“ENOUGH!” The pipe man stood up “MEDUSA, GET A CONTROL OVER CREATE OR WE WILL!”
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