|Breaking the Adamant Chain
Author: Red-Eyed-Raven93 PM
They have lost their battle; and now they are the servants to their enemy without even knowing it. They have forgotten every reason to fight. All they know is the only way to survive is to submit to their new master.Rated: Fiction T - English - Sci-Fi/Drama - Chapters: 3 - Words: 10,103 - Reviews: 19 - Favs: 4 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 11-03-10 - Published: 12-15-09 - id: 2752812
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Monsters in the Basement
Aragon's steps quietly trod across the granite-paved hallway a few meters beneath his office. With only the dim light bulbs and glowing neon tubes to show the path, he took great caution in his walking, unwilling to let off the triggers of the alarms hidden in the darkest nook and corner of that gloomy hallway. As he neared his destination, his steps became faster and more tense, eager to confirm what he had heard the night earlier.
He stood in front of a massive iron door and took out a crystal tablet out of the secret pocket of his coat. The screen lit up and green signs and symbols lined up on top of it. His cerulean eyes flew from left to right as he scanned the letters and numbers viciously and quietly returned the piece of gadget to its rightful place. After that, he reached out to a small panel embedded with series of buttons resting at the right side of the massive door and pushed them in a specific order.
A small sound of something being unlocked occurred and the doors swung out open, revealing a dark room with only a single spotlight in the center to illuminate a small portion of it.
"You are not needed here, Lord Ferlucci," a grim voice bellowed within the darkness.
Aragon chuckled, "You know me, I am always eager to know whether rumors are true or not."
He heard the voice grunt inconveniently, "Whatever you say, my lord." he muttered, "To make the long story short: The malignant version of the virus is still rampant."
Aragon cocked his head to one side and smiled, "This will be very interesting," he muttered as he walked towards the center of the light, "Turn on the lights!"
By his order, lights immediately flooded the whole basement room. The sudden glare of the white light strongly irritated his eyes that he had to shut them close for a short moment. Slowly, he lifted up his eyelid and finally saw a grotesque figure of two human beings chained to the ground. Their bodies were beyond recognition for dark green scales were covering their whole body except a few parts of their face. Their eyes were swollen and they resembled like reptile's. They violently twisted their bodies and roared incessantly while trying to break free from the eight-inch thick shackles.
"They were the ones who initiated the explosion five hours ago," the voice in the corner.
Aragon crossed his arms as he studied the two, "Interesting..." he muttered as he slowly turned around to the direction of the voice, "Perhaps you can tell--"
Before Aragon could finish his sentence, a cold wisp of wind would had slashed his neck if he hadn't stopped his movements. The leader's eyes slid down to the source of the wind and saw a dark green scale clad arm with long, sharp, ivory-like fingernails only a few inches near his neck, ready to lacerate his veins. His eyes traced the arm to the bulky figure in front of him, also covered in slimy, translucent, dark green scales, rag-like clothes, and a mattered short brown hair that was barely covering his bulging, snake-like, red eyes.
The monster grinned and showed his dagger-like ivory fangs, "I've never thought that this will be very easy."
"I suppose I have to congratulate you for intruding the premises unnoticed," Aragon calmly complimented, "After all, it is all that you want. Eh, Mr. James?"
The monster roared into laughter, "You still bother to remember my name, after all that you've done to me? After you'd turned me into something like this?!"
"I repeat what I have said even before the accident: I am just granting your wish."
The leader's words sent convulsions down to his "nemesis'" spine. His teeth chattered and lips quivered as he tried to contain himself. His arm aiming for the neck trembled and veins were clearly seen beneath his scaly neck, "You shameless bastard!" he roared as he raised his right arm, ready to chop his head off, "So after all these months, you still think that you've nothing to do with MY demise?"
Aragon shrugged his shoulders, "Supposing that my answer is 'yes', what will you do?"
James raised his hand up higher but before anyone could blink, a swift, black shadow past through them and in a split of a second, the monster was found backing away while holding his limbless right shoulder. Aragon smirked and dusted off his white coat and walked towards him. The monster tried to pounce on him but a swift hand grabbed his neck and pinned him to the concrete ground.
The monster tried to squeeze his way out but the hand held fast to his neck. He looked at the attacker but he didn't see his face; instead, he saw a heavily tinted helmet on top of him. James mustered all his strength and tried to crash his knee to the attacker's groin but another knuckle punched him, almost dislocating his jaw. Dazed, he felt that same, electrocuting sensation on his nape that made him again nauseous.
"Do you think that I am stupid enough to go here alone?" Ferlucci laughed as he heard footsteps away from him, "Go now, GJ. Take him to the chamber. We'll soon find a way to remove the viral effect to this insane, rabid monster."
"It's not yet over, Ferlucci!" James roared, "I'm going to destroy your precious creations--just the same as you've done to mine... I swear, I'll destroy your pretty flaming tower!!!" he cursed as he was dragged away by the dark clad man to the main hallway.
* * *
Moaning and horrifying voices echoed on the blank walls of the hallway going to the chamber. The railings were lined up to one side, revealing a grim, dark scenery--enough to become a very effective horror house. Decaying hands viciously reached out to the limit of those limits: screaming, begging--begging for their quick, peaceful death. Their hands held fast to the iron bars and shook it repeatedly but only the strong electric current that rushed to their veins every time they came close contact answered their pleas.
Aragon walked briskly and ignored the the gruesome sightings that could be clearly seen at the corner of his eye. Failed experiments, he believed, had lost their life long ago--therefore, must be ignored. Soon enough, he had reached the end of the mile-long hallway without being held by those disgusting creatures. He tried to look straight and concentrate as he tapped buttons of a lock beside another iron door. The gate automatically swung open after the command and he entered the premise with the guard and the captive.
It was a huge room only adorned with numerous strange equipments, a huge screen nestled on top of the equipments, tubes, vials, wires and a table with black leather restraints. The dark clad man laid the still-dazed, half-monster on the table and secured him with the belts and struck him with one of the tubes on his left wrist on which a plastic pack filled with a silvery fluid was attached to the other end.
"You may return now with the unit, GJ," Aragon ordered.
The squad leader bowed respectfully and left the room immediately; and Aragon didn't waste any time. He snapped his fingers then people wearing white lab coats, surgical masks and gloves appeared from the dark corners of the room.
"Start the inquisition," Aragon told one of the lab people, "I have to know his activities from last week."
The people moved quickly and lit up the screen on the wall, brought out strange tube-like paraphernalia to insert on the nape of the captive, and lastly, typed some commands on the computer connected to the tubes. The screen turned gray streaked with white lines and slowly faded to black. Then, after a few seconds, colors faded back again to create a picture. Aragon quickly recognized the scene--it was Phoenix I before he opened it to the public.
The leader stood still as he watched the next events just as if he was the one walking and entering the building. The scene walked on from the scarcely-decorated lobby to the interior of the elevator. The "eyes" focused on the control panel then to the rectangular shape under. With a quick motion, a boorish arm clad in a dark brown coat and glove tore the rectangle shape, showing tangled, exposed wires. The hand again came out and connected wires to the open control panel. Then, one of the buttons lit up and the elevator doors closed.
"That is the way to the foundation!" Aragon gasped, "And what does he intend to do there?"
A shadowy chill rushed down to his veins as a voice whispered somewhere, "Suppose that I'll say: 'I'm going to blow it so that the whole place will crumble down', what will you do?"
He tried to move away, but it was already too late. A huge, stone-like fist crashed hard to his gut that made him cough out some blood. Grimacing, Aragon backed away as quick as his weakened legs could carry him and got a hold of anything nearby as a support. He gripped his injury and tried to look up. His eyes saw the monster flinging out the other personnel out of the room and sealing the door shut--or more of like pulling it together just like closing a window with a pair of curtains in a violent manner.
His blood boiled within him. He did not see this happening. Aragon never expected any miscalculation concerning this matter--yet, something bad happened when he had least expected it. Frustrated, he knew that the monster would rip him apart without anyone knowing of it. He had to do something, at least. Just to bail out some time. His mind raced with all the desperate measures that he could think of. He could not let himself fall for some stupidity--he had to live through this.
The monster showed his shiny, razor sharp teeth and made a cracking sound using his knuckles, "After you, the tower, then those two," he muttered while taking his time to walk towards him.
His heart almost skipped a beat when he heard those words. The situation was not going the way he wanted to. If things would go the other way around, he could still win the day, or so he thought. But in the corner of his eye, he saw shadows lurk somewhere in the ventilation shaft, watching and waiting to get a perfect moment. He just needed a perfect distraction to get out of this safely.
Aragon smiled weakly, "You hold a grudge against them?" he quizzed as he stealthily looked for anything to alert the units up the surface. Unfortunate for him, he couldn't see anything within his limited reach.
The monster stopped walking, "Of course!" he roared, "Those two... also destroyed my life--"
"When they have successfully tracked you down?" Aragon said triumphantly.
The monster's smile turned to a dark frown, "It doesn't matter anymore..."
"Ah, maybe I was wrong," Aragon nodded his head slowly while trying to stand up, "I guess it all happened before Unit RJ's conversion: The new man, Mr. Chrysler have gotten the spotlight by being the vessel for the new unit while you, one of the milestones of my human engineering projects, have to be contented with an almost-decomposing, hydrochloric acid-ridden body to test a new feature--in which, I believe, is not feasible."
Aragon could not help but to smirk as the monster put his huge hands on his scaly ears, trembling, "No...no, don't say it!" he roared as if being drowned by a caustic solution in a cramped, airless space.
But still, Aragon continued, "If were not for the things that you have done before, I would have you thrown out of this project." he mused out loud while enjoying his words did the job of torturing that horrid monster, "A cure? Hah, do you think, even in you wildest dreams, that I shall agree on your proposition? Do you even know what you are thinking that time--creating units without losing their memories of their past? INSANE, WORTHLESS, AND NOT EVEN DESERVING THE LEAST OF MY TIME!"
The monster looked at him fiercely. His blood red eyes were all filled with fury, "So, everything that you've said before about this project is nothing but HYPOCRISY?!"
Aragon tilted his head high and sighed, "And you believed them, unfortunately," he shrugged his shoulders as he leaned his back on the wall behind him, still grimacing on the pain he had received earlier, "Well, I cannot blame you for that silly idea. After Miller assassinated your father--"
"How did you know that?"
"Because I told--no--commanded him to do it."
"You're the one who ordered him to do it?!" the monster said, bewildered.
"Just to settle a personal vendetta...," Aragon reasoned out, "And to make him pay for all the sins he has done."
The monster crouched down and arched his shoulders up, ready to pounce on him. But before he could even do it, something crashed out of the vents and kicked him towards the wall. Another dark figure wearing a helmet landed safely on the ground and quickly shifted to his battle stance. By judging the body figure, Aragon's heart melted with the realization of the newcomer's identity.
"Unit RJ?!" Aragon cried in disbelief, "You fool! You are supposed to be back in your post with GJ!"
The unit took a quick glance at him, "My apologies, my lord. But the squad leader and I have been concerned about the mutant being. It is extremely dangerous for him to be held in a low-level security area."
While the two were talking, the monster got up and studied his attacker, "You? Heh, just as I thought. You're made to serve that monster."
Aragon cocked his head slightly, "Monster? Try to take a moment to look at yourself before trying to accuse someone to be a monster!"
"There are monsters living in this world that look like perfect, angelic humans," the monster spat, "In fact, they're the most dangerous kinds."
The leader shrugged his shoulders, "Very nice doctrine, I say. Too bad only the walls of this place can hear it."
"Don't worry, soon enough the world will hear of it," the monster assured as he pounced on RJ and delivered a flurry of punches on his helmet, causing one of his punches to crash the eye shield to bits..
RJ quickly recovered from the attack and retaliated by grabbing the monster by the torso and throwing him away like a piece of garbage. The monster crashed on to the screen and were rained by millions of pieces of broken glass. Before the enemy could get up again, the unit gave him a quick and powerful somersault kick that hit the back of the target's head, knocking him, face first, on the shards of glass. RJ thought it was finished but strong hands grabbed his legs and lashed him on the iron door so strong that the door flew out with him.
While in mid-air, RJ managed to create a dent on the floor to stop the action and grabbed an iron door. Holding fast, he got on to his feet as if nothing happened. His steel gray eyes glowed with fury as he held the iron door with both hands. Bending his knees and slightly crouching, he then dashed with full speed back to the room, ignoring everything that was on his way, and quickly batted the whole door on the monster with all force. With his speedy attack, the monster was sent crashing against the huge, electronic equipment, electrocuting him.
Huffing, RJ scanned the devastated area and saw the tube with a silvery liquid flowing in it. He grabbed the other end, the one with the needle, pulled up the left sleeve of his jacket to reveal his pale wrist, and struck the needle on it. He stood still and saluted as he saw his lord walking towards him.
"Target neutralized, my lord," RJ reported.
Aragon simply nodded and observed the unit's condition. He was pleased when he saw that the unit was reacting perfectly to the silver liquid as his cuts and bruises were being healed quickly. Yet, something was still bothering the leader.
"Have you heard the whole conversation?" Aragon cautiously queried.
"Loud and clear my lord," the unit replied, "I have been waiting in the vents ever since I have heard that the squad leader is taking a mutated being here for inquisition."
The leader's eyes narrowed, trying not to show his fear, "Then you must have known the current situation," he simply said, "I order you to move back with Squad leader GJ to Phoenix I and diffuse whatever explosive is in the foundation level. You have access there. So, go now!"
The unit saluted and removed the tube from his skin, "Shall I dispose of the being?"
"Let the other units do that," Aragon stiffly said, fearing that the unit would hear more that he had to know, "What is important is that you and GJ have to diffuse the bomb. I shall send the civilian units there ahead and see if they can do something about it."
The unit nodded, "Noted, my lord," he said and hastily left the room.
Aragon took out his private communicator, a small, rectangular case with a huge screen and numbers, and dialed. The screen turned gray and a dithering noise followed. The leader tapped a screen a little and the dithering lessened as a muffled voice came out of the device.
"Is there anything wrong, my lord?" the voice asked.
"Sir Wilkins, send some units down here at the third level basement," Aragon ordered, "And also, activate the civilian units. It is about time to test if they are effective."
* * *
Julienne woke up to find herself in a dark space with her head spinning in pain. Wondering about the time, she glanced at her luminescent, digital watch-- it was eleven forty-five in the morning of June three. Dammit, she thought. She hadn't eaten a bite ever since last night and now her stomach was rumbling, no wonder her head was already being pounded like crazy. Julienne knew she had to get out, wherever she was. She looked around and saw a small white light in a distance. Ignoring the pain, she stood up and walked towards it, excited. But as soon as she reached the source of light, she just found again that haughty, slightly plump woman back at the lobby and the one holding the flashlight was, as she could recall, the said twin of the strangely-dressed blond boy.
"It's an improvised explosive, right?" she heard the plump woman said while the two were studying a strange device attached to a pillar.
The other one nodded, "Uh-huh, but I think this is no ordinary bomb."
"How can you say?" Julienne asked.
The two looked at her, wide eyed and removed their concentration with the bomb.
The slightly chubby faced woman smiled, "Well, well, finally awake, huh, sleeping beauty?"
The man beside her crossed his arms and cocked his head, "You are one of the residents, right?"
Julienne nodded, "Yeah. Now, can somebody tell me where in the hell are we?"
"Who knows? Maybe we are in the very heart of hell itself." one said sarcastically in the shadows. "Oh no, I don't wanna die yet! Somebody, save me! My clothes, oh my clothes, they're ruined!" he cried.
"Ignore Keith, he's just being pansy," the man said apologetically, "By the way, I am William Bernard Indigo. Just call me Will, or whatsoever name you are convenient with."
"How about 'Jerk'?" Keith piped in.
"Will you please shut up and try to help in here instead of sulking?!" William said, obviously trying to contain his anger.
"How can I do it?" Keith cried, "I can't even see anything!!! I'M GONNA DIE!!!"
Seeing that the two could argue forever without them knowing it, Julienne tried to change the course of conversation, "Uh, I'm Julienne Gray," she said and looked at the woman, "And you must be the one with that lengthy name."
"Elle will do," the woman shrugged then muttered something under her breath.
Julienne shrugged her shoulders and looked around as far as her strained eyes could. On one corner, she saw the blond boy with his antique looking coat marred badly and beside the pillar was a rugged, burly man, concealed in the shadows. She could swear that she'd seen this person before, only that she couldn't remember where. She was about to approach the man when she heard a voice.
"Um guys, " a feminine voice called out whom Julienne recognized as the first one who got into Phoenix I. "I think we have some serious problems. "
"More serious than we have now?"
"Yes, " the voice paused a few seconds before continuing, "I think all exits are sealed."
A/N: Whew, I really took some time just not to make it sound a little silly. I hope that it's quite decent. I admit that it's quite hard for me to write things that I can't visual clearly (*sad face*) and will appreciate it if someone could beta-read the chapters I make. I just don't know how to ask. So for now, I'm starting on the next chapter. Thanks for wasting a couple of minutes of your life in reading this chapter! :)