Evil Overlords?

[Morgoth]

The Unstoppable looked down on her. "Please don't call it tha-" he was cut off as a guard ran up to him and began to urgently whisper to him. After the man finished, the Unstoppable cursed loudly and ran off after the guard. Within minutes, they arrived at the burned corpse of Anthony. "Shit. Not enough organic matter left to do a precise I.D." he cursed. "Who's got this kind of technology, sir?" asked the guard. "Only one place that I know of. Fuck. They've made their move. I wonder what ours will be?" he muttered. Then, with a spin, he walked off.

 

[Daisymell]

Khirta looked at the door he had stormed out of. Had she said something wrong? What had the guard said? Would he come back to talk to her? OH GOD! Maybe she had really screwed up a mission this time. She tried to get up and walk across the floor but she fell to the floor and screamed.

 

[Morgoth]

The Unstoppable walked back into Khirta's room, saw her on the floor and instantly ran to her, lifting her up and putting laying her down. "Just relax. It's just some minor business. It's okay", he whispered. "I'll be in my room. If you need me, send a guard for me. I don't want you walking around just yet. Just rest." With that, he stood and walked out.

 

[Daisymell]

Khirta waited for a doctor to be brought in and laid completely still as the doctor took care of her. She then tried to sleep and as morning dawned she finally fell asleep. She wondered when she would be able to get up again. She hated being idle. When she woke in the morning, she stretched and winced. She tried standing but she fell slowly to her knees and without thought burst into tears. She hated life sometimes.

 

[IDreamofBunnies]

September felt at ease, a violin tucked beneath his chin he played on as his adjutant and latest lover, the ever faithful Miss Jennings played the Milanese markets under his watchful eye.

"Miss Jennings. How is it that you have tolerated me this far? There have been others you know. Gold diggers of course, and a few genuine loves here and there, others a convenient joining of minds and bodies to satisfy stimulation on both fronts..."

"Well sir, it isn't love. We don't have that kind of chemistry. I suppose it's part admiration, part adoration, and part gold digging. It's obvious that you are a winner, but there are other winners of course but you are special. I intend to see how far this goes, until it's over I am yours."

He looked out his window down on the great city of Boston. "It's never over," he whispers to himself.

Meanwhile is South Korea Filoy toys with the now used remote control that he had used to activate Anthony's self destruct. He chuckled a wet yiddish chuckle through his Hollywood smile and put the remote on his desktop smashing it with a hammer before sweeping it into his ruubage bin.