บท 25: Full use
When Aella was done with both boys, they joined the others for breakfast. Unlike Malakai's arm that kept pulsating with power, the new skin on Michael's face looked a bit pale compared to the rest of his face and it looked really odd and was a bit of an eye sore. He requested to keep the mask on and Aella instead pulled out a different one from her bag.
"I had a feeling you would ask for this, " she said and put it on his face. It was a black mask that covered only the left part of his face. It had a slit for his eyes and a space for the left part of his lip. She strapped in the buckle that went around his head.
"Fits you perfectly." She smiled.
"C-can I also request something to cover up my arm?" Malakai asked. He didn't like the continual line of power that pulsed through his arm. "This makes me feel uncomfortable." He pointed at his arm.
"Hmm, what do I give you?" she placed her fingers on her chin in thought. "Aha, I do have something!" She said and untied the scarf over her shoulders, falling at her chest. It was white in colour. Not just it, but her dress was white as well giving her a cute look. She parted her pink hair in two and held it up with white bands. Looking at her, one would only think of marshmellos and bubblegum.
Aella walked up to Malakai and began tying the scarf around his right arm. She wrapped it up from his elbow down to his fingers covering up the glow of his new arm. "How's this?" She asked.
"Better," He responded. "Thank you."
"Alright then, come join the others for breakfast," she led them out of the room.
Michael and Malakai gave her a brief glance and then glanced back at themselves. They should be scared and worried around these people. They had already sent them out to death once, yet here they were freely making demands from Aella and she was complying. Her smile making them feel more at ease everytime. How could they be having a sense of comfort with their captor?
"Ms. c-can you, will we, will be set free? Can we go home? Can you help us please? I, I don't want to stay here," Michael begged.
Aella walked in front of the boys trusting them not to run, not like there was a way to. Walking through the halls with then were spherical floating robots that would electrocute them if they tried to run away. Some of the children had learnt this the hard way.
She stopped in her path when Michael begged his question. The boys also stopped behind her. Michael wanted to take a step back in case he had angered her with his words, but was afraid of the robotic devices.
"There is no leaving from here, I'm sorry." She finally replied and kept on walking. There was a hint of sadness in her voice that was detected by the two boys, but they were more bothered about her words. They would never leave.
They got to the dining area where the others sat and were forcefully eating. They joined them. Malakai had seen Alfred but his seat was pretty full so he sat on an empty chair and placed his food down on the desk. Michael sat with him.
They were in the room with the men who would only come around and perform certain tasks. Aella and Rasmus had stepped out to discuss a few things leaving the children with them.
"How do we handle this? Not just King Roderick, but the others as well. They keep talking about full use, this means we have to send them in daily," said Rasmus.
"I know. I already have every maniac contacts with messages ready to be sent out." Aella replied.
"Before you send out those messages, I'll read through them. We also need to schedule whom to contact, when and where we would meet them."
"This is going to be a tedious work," Aella placed her head in her hands. "Isn't it better if they kill them all at once? This way is just going to be gruesome."
"You know the reason behind this decision. Personally, I like this choice better." Rasmus said.
"Of course you do." Aella rolled her eyes. "We don't have to pick who to contact right now, we can run things through with the rulers, get everything planned out and then we begin."
"Indeed. There is a lot we have to do."
"It was always easier when Blackman was here, but he scares the children too much."
"Has he left already?" Rasmus asked.
"He has. I don't think he will be returning anytime soon," She replied.
"I was supposed to be watching him and I didn't even know when he left and have no idea of where he could be," Rasmus inwardly sighed. "It's probably for the best."
"So, when do we meet with the rulers?" Aella asked.
"I have already requested that a meeting between them all be held. I am waiting on a response. This needs to be sorted out. They want the same thing and they haven't communicated about it. It only gives me a headache. King Constantine is being very demanding this time, and that's new," Rasmus said.
"He should be calm and wait."
"Funny how you'll never say that about King Roderick."
"He has special privileges," Aella said with a smile. Rasmus tilted his head and stared at her. Her expression soon changed into a serious one.
"While we wait on their response, we should begin other things." She said. "I will send the message drafts to you. You check them out while I work on how many they can get per month."
"Let's go then," Rasmus said. They left the lower Chambers of the tower where the children were being held into higher grounds. They walked into a room which looked like an office where projects and business proposals would be occasionally held. Except this one had only a two chairs but still retained the long table. The walls of the room had a see through glass surrounding it. It had a beautiful view of the island and let in a good amount of light.
Rasmus picked a seat and Aella sat on the other which was directly opposite his. He looked at her and noticed something was missing.
"Where is the scarf you had on earlier?" He asked realizing what was missing.
"I gave it out." She answered. She tapped the centre of the table with her finger and the sound of beeping was heard. Two virtual computers appeared in front of them both.
Rasmus cracked his knuckles and said, "Time to get busy."
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