The hologram dissipated, and Medusa stood there agitated; annoyed that she lost her temper. Salt approached and quickly created a cinderblock in his hands. Without missing a beat Medusa punched through it, sending rubble flying everywhere like a shotgun blast. It was at this moment the door opened and two figures walked in. It was the red and blue skinned men in grave keeper’s garb from earlier. Medusa slowly turned her head towards them with a scowl. She was in no mood.
“What are you two doing here?”
“Oh, you know, to watch you squirm.” Red said.
They both walked towards Medusa.
“Why lower yourself to them?” He said, “Even banded together, they’re weak. Any one of us could defeat them all.”
“I want peace.” She said
“THEY DON’T!” He said, “How do you intend to make peace with someone who wants you dead?”
“Create won’t survive if its forced upon the world!”
“Bullshit! Life is survival of the fittest.”
“I wish I could lock you both in the asylum.” Medusa said.
“Even if we weren’t your Vice Presidents, it wouldn’t make a difference.” Blue said, “Since we own it.”
“One day you’ll understand our words to be true.” Red said.
“I doubt I could say the same for you.” Medusa said.
“You’re right, we’ll never understand you.” Red said, “Cross is finally free from their control, and you want to make peace with them? THEY KILLED EZEKIEL!”
Medusa turned her head to the side. She frowned as the painful memory surfaced in her mind.
“Without peace, Create will never be truly free.” Medusa said, “It was our teacher’s last wish.”
“And look where it got him.”
They shook their heads as they walked back to the doorway.
“Why Ezekiel picked you as his protégée is beyond us,” Red said, “You aren’t suitable to lead Cross.”
They left the room, and Medusa felt alone.
“Peace, she says. All she wants is peace.” Red said, “Doesn’t she know that peace brings shackles?”
“These people enslave us, degrade us, call us evil for existing, and she wants to make peace with them.” Blue said, “They don’t want peace with Create, they want it destroyed.”
“How long will Medusa be blind to that?” Red asked, “The world needs to know Create is a gift. It is wonderful… Create has saved lives.”
“If we want a world where Create can be free,” Blue said, “Then perhaps it’s time Medusa’s presidency comes to an end.”
The two of them disappeared into the hallways of Cross. Back in the blue VR room, insecurity and doubt flooded Medusa’s mind. She pushed them down. She felt like crap before, she would again. She ignored the pain, she could deal with it another day. There was work to be done, and her determination was rekindled. She exited into the hall and began to rub her aching forehead.
“Well that’s done.” She said, “General Rust… General Salt… I want a meeting, and I want ALL FOUR generals to be present. Contact Dreg immediately.”
Medusa then looked up as something occurred to her. She turned to them with a faint expression of fleeting hope.
“Have either of you seen General Trio all day?” She asked.
They both shook their heads.
“WHERE THE FUCK IS TRIO?!!”
It's a Noche - 1774, SEPT 21st, Wednesday
The cloaked girl stood up as her cloak drifted to the ground. Underneath was a girl of about seventeen with vivid blonde hair that curled up at its ends, golden eyes, and light sandy skin. She wore a black jacket with white flowing sleeves cut at the elbow. On her shoulders, the jacket’s bottom, and outlining her pockets was thick yellow trimming. A giant metal zig zag zipper pattern held the jacket shut with what appeared to be magnets. At the top of her jacket was a gray hoodie, it resided next to a black choker she wore that had a silver anchor on it. She wore baggy jeans and had two thick yellow bands around the knee of each leg.
The back of her jacket, under the hoodie’s hood, was a big golden anchor symbol. On her hair was two solid black hair clips holding it out of the right side of her face. On the left and right side of her face were two little strands of hair that would go below her chin and end in what appeared similarly to a fish hook. Her hair itself was short, also ending below the chin, and it was divided into wave like pattern divided into five points.
“Are you ok? Noche.”
** UPDATE IN PHOTOSHOP!
“Yeah… I’m ok Dreg.” Noche said.
She looked away disappointed. Staring at the damaged cloak, she picked it up, then sighed.
“I hope Cherries doesn’t find out about this…”
With the boxed up Timmy in hand, Dreg approached Noche.
“I only wanted to repay the old man’s kindness…” Timmy muttered.
“Then you should’ve become a doctor.” Dreg said.
“What’ll happen to me now?” Timmy asked.
“… Its very likely you’ll be going to the Cross asylum with a life sentence.” Dreg said.
Dreg felt some sympathy for Timmy, but not much.
Noche folded the cloak up.
“Life sentence?” She said, “Dreg… Isn’t that, a bit much?”
“From what I know of the United Government, with that bomb going off on TV, I’d say no.”
“Yeah, but no one was harmed.” Noche said, “Only pills stolen and some property destroyed.”
“He did everything the world fears from a Create User.” Dreg said “People will be out for blood.”
“That’s punishing him based on symbolism, not his actions.” Noche said, “That isn’t fair.”
Dreg sighed.
“Who ever said it was?”
Noche stared at Dreg.
“You should know better than most. Life isn’t fair.”
“Still… The reality shouldn’t be this.”
“Then change it. Cause simply complaining wont do a damn thing” Dreg said, “I never said we did what was just… We do what the majority demands.”
Dreg turned away from Noche.
“Besides, in this day and age, the punishments of Create are obvious.”
Noche frowned as Dreg began to walk away. Then she approached the DriveMetal box.
“Wot is it?” Timmy asked, “Wot do you want?”
“Have you heard of DeathTech?”
“Death… Tech?” He asked,” Sorry lass, never heard of em.”
“Figured as much…” She said.
“We have to get going.” Dreg said.
“What about the old man?”
“Leave him.”
“Are you serious?”
“Do you want a box too?”
Noche was taken aback.
“Jeez… Alright.”
Dreg stopped for a moment, then looked back at Noche.
“There are plenty of people around,” Dreg said, “and Cross will reimburse him for damages.”
As Dreg finished this comment, he felt a tug at his cloak. He turned and saw the old man holding it.
“Speak of the devil.” Noche grinned.
An annoyed Dreg stared at Noche for a moment, then glanced towards the old man.
“… Let, go.”
The old man didn’t. So Dreg reached out towards his arm. Before he got any closer Noche intercepted his hand.
“Noche… What do you think you are doing?”
“Just making sure you don’t snap some old man in half.”
“My patience is running thin today Noche.”
Suddenly, a massive red anchor fell between them both. Noche nearly fell on her ass in shock. Whereas Dreg wasn’t surprised, but felt his migraine get worse.
“RED FLAG!” A voice shouted.
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