Chapter 15
President Martor
That’s it, there, the day when I found out that I would be responsible for the destruction of Abe. It was 4 days after the issue of his death sentence, it was the day Xalarr was due to be executed for “the scrabaramitoken incident”. As head scientist in the creation of the scrabaramitoken, he was the one to be killed. I walked down the empty passages, surrounded by sligs. Since the deaths of Dripik, Phleg and my cousin Aslik, the Magog Cartel had issued tight security on all high ranking glukkons. Most people where happy about it and the demand in sligs shot sky high. I personally found it annoying, being constantly guarded everywhere I go. It was how people treat dangerous prisoners, not high ranking executives in minimum danger areas!
The sligs escorted me out in to the stadium. On one side there was crowd of nervous mudokons and terrified vykkers. On this side where cheering sligs and maybe 30 exited glukkons. Their where M.O.M. cameras around and I noticed a news team and an interview team spread around.
Also though, I noticed a group of V. I. G. s (very important glukkons)! I was a little worried about it. I knew they’d talk to me after the execution. And I knew that what happened to me depended on how they looked. If they were cheerful then it would be “well done for taking action and stopping a possible disaster!” If they where looking grim then it would be “You have caused a possible disaster and have done nothing about it!”
I took my seat in the private box in front of the stands and picked up a loud speaker as Xalarr was literally kicked in to the stadium!
“Xalarr, you have been charged with creating a potentially dangerous creature, failing to control a potentially dangerous creature, and then allowing it to escape. You have been found guilty of the above and therefore you have been sentenced to death in the arena. You may choose which animal will be released in with you. Scrabs or paramites.”
He looked appealingly up at me. “Martor, please! I’ve worked well for you! I’ve built loads of good stuff. The greeters and aqua sligs that are guarding the temple, and the root are-“
“SILENCE! Choose your death!”
He sighed. “Scrab, quick but painful, as I explained to you.” A large wooden cage was wheeled in to the stadium and then the sligs who’d pushed it in got out of there as fast as they could! I knew why. Pretty soon the scrabs would break out and rip them to shreds.
He suddenly spun round and ran up to my box. “Martor wait. There’s something I made, an attachment to the M. S. project! Master sligs, when they die their souls are stored, and then they can be fed in to another body!”
I was the only one in the stadium to here this “Only I know how!” He gasped.
I hesitated, then slammed a button in my seat. An iron ladder appeared in the wall of the stadium and he scrambled out. The slig guards escorted him from the stadium and confused people began to filter out. But I stayed a while, to think about what just happened.
Splat
I knew what to do. It would mean risking the laguameacies life and it probably didn’t understand the danger of what it would do. But if the slig woke up and saw me it would go nuts. It would have to chase the laguameacy, not kill it. It was a risk, but I had no choice.
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