Ch. 2: To Defy The Slave Master’s Law…

A Chapter by Fish

What happens beyond the forrest...

Arixcta walked with an air of confidence. She dominated the halls of every government building she stepped foot in. Her long red hair twitched back and forth in the wake of her walk. Nervous bystanders moved and flattened themselves against the walls; afraid she might notice them. Arixcta controlled everything and everyone, one wrong move and their life is over. She walked briskly through the halls, eyes having a fiery determination; she wouldn’t stop until this was settled. Up four flights and down various twists, turns and long glass hallways dangling above the rest of the building, she burst through a pair of heavy oak doors.

“What do you think you are doing?” she yelled as she slammed a giant folder down on an antique desk. “My job?” a thin voice replied from behind a leather chair. “This,” Arixcta slammed the folder and shoved it towards the chair. “Is not your job! This, is a crime,” she breathed heavily. “Mmm,” the chair spun around to reveal a pale, thin man with a bony face. His black hair spiked and straightened into a matted nest on his head, a black studded jacket with only a loose white tank top that reached to the bottom of his belly. “Hmmm” his bony hands flipped through the pages, smirking now and then at the page. His dark eyes glistened as they searched the documents. He set down the folder and sighed, looking deep into Arixcta’s eyes. The silence continued, Arixcta ready to pounce and protest at his first words, but was highly aware of her decreasing confidence. “It’s one hundred percent legal,” he said. “LIAR! You can’t do this to people!” Arixcta yelled back. “Do what? Make a better future? I’m exterminating the diseased for a better cause,” he said calmly.

“Eighty percent, only eighty! Don’t lie to me Slave, where is the rest of it coming from?”

“Does it matter?”

“Of course it does, what could possibly qualify a human being to be classified with the Liouxctawes?”

“Defying my law,” he said flatly.

Arixcta narrowed her eyes with suspicion. “Nobody defies our law,” she shook her head in disbelief. Slave got up and walked around to the other side of the desk. “Since people started to get a conscience, once they found out what we were doing they started feeling sorry for them. Helping them, giving them supplies, even a place to hide,” Slave leaned close to Arixcta and played with her hair. “I’m just giving them what they deserve,” he leaned in and held her close. He kissed her neck softly then looked into her eyes. “You’re mine, you know that, now run along,” He pushed her away and she left obediently.

“Helping the Liouxctawes? What’s this world coming to?” Arixcta sighed and made her way to her office. “Damn, he’s got me wrapped around his finger, I’m sick of being his little puppet!” she muttered to herself angrily throughout the asylum clean hallways. Slave had the most peculiar interest in her since her first day at Kchommax. She was his toy, plaything, and an object of pleasure; in return she gained all the power and all the secrets. She may have had most of the secrets, but Slave still kept things from her, more secrets then usual as of late. Her office doors came into view and she began to think about the changes. Her priority was to monitor the experimental changes in their captivated Liouxctawes. Lately, they all seemed in a higher amount of pain, their human to animal transformations were mutating their body into some sort of sickly creature. It was as if the old plan wasn’t even in effect anymore.

Her office was constantly being updated, everything always changed. Each time she walked into her office it was a new place to explore. She stepped inside and was swept off her feet by a platform. “Ah, Y.L.2-9 upgrade,” a small glowing platform that hoisted her feet in the air with a magnetic field took her to the other side of the room where a desk lay fifteen feet above the ground. “Deigen, how are the subjects?” Arixcta asked as she sat behind the desk. “Each are stable and are the same as yesterday, although, subject eight hundred twenty two is showing signs of frustration,” Deigen’s voice rang out and echoed throughout the large room. “Hmm, show video footage of the subject’s cell,” Arixcta commanded. The walls near her split apart and a centipede of white boxes sprang out and re-organized the walls. A video appeared on the computer screen of a pure white room, with a small bowl for food and water, no windows, no doors. A small orange and black figure thrashed around on the floor, screaming. Arixcta sighed, “Deigen, apply Sem.73” she spoke, flipping away from the screen. A gassy sound emitted from the subject’s room and her screams slowly began to die out, ending with a raspy gasp. “It has been here for so long, can’t that stupid creature just accept that it will never leave? Silly thing…” Arixcta sighed and she continued diagnostics on the other subjects in the lab.

It was strange.

These deranged creatures.

Never lost their fighting spirit.

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