The Humanarium 3: Revolution by C.W Tickner

Author:C.W Tickner [Tickner, C.W]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Humanarium Publishing Ltd
Published: 2018-06-20T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 29

I thought I saw someone at the end of corridor 8-7C. When I reached the junction there was no one in sight. This loneliness could drive me insane if I’m not careful.

Grakka was sat behind a bright steel desk as they entered the office. He was dressed in his multicoloured suit, the weaving of lines across the black fabric drew the eye and was the brightest thing in the office.

The room was lined with shelves and display cabinets on two sides with a closed door to their right. An elaborate chrome mech suit was stood in one corner, like a waiting guard but with no Aylen inside.

Harl almost gagged when he saw the shelving behind it. What he thought were smaller objects on the shelves were humans. Placed like one might put a paper weight or a favourite stone. Grakka had lined up rows of still-life humans. It was like an action graveyard. The motionless forms had been taxidermied into position and laden with weapons and armour. Some were placed as if in mid kill, stabbing blades through weaker looking opponents as they roared a battle cry with their mouths wide open. The corpses would sometimes have little backgrounds around them or bloody grass beneath their feet as if in some sick diorama.

Four made Kane take the platform down to the desk and they stepped off with the two guards in tow.

There was a giant computer tablet and a scattering of paper on the table as well as a spherical charge that hovered above a pedestal, the swirls of colour inside were hypnotic.

Damen was untied and instead of looking up at the Aylen he ignored the stare and began to limber up as if to fight the director.

Grakka’s weathered face held a constant gloat, assured in his place. A smug grin revealed the rows of sharpened teeth that gave him the evil look Harl had come to know.

‘Welcome,’ he said in a gravelly voice that was translated through both the platform and in Harl’s earpiece. ‘My guards tell me you were sneaking around inside my building.’ He shook his head and frowned. ‘Spying is a grave offence. I didn’t expect it of Vax but I should have guessed that Veel would take action, she’s bold that one. Just like her sister, she can’t resist sticking her nose in where it does not belong.’ He leant back in his chair and the padded metal creaked underneath his vast bulk. It was like some grotesquely obese barman in too tight a leather vest. ‘Well no matter. With you in my custody, that cursed island in ruins and the reactor waiting to be turned on, I’ve already won.’

Damen growled and Harl spoke to cover the noise.

‘You lost it a long time ago, Grakka,’ he said. He felt less fear in front of the director than other Aylen. Perhaps it was because Grakka reminded him of the Eldermen from so long ago, desperately trying to keep face but rotting from the inside out. ‘When the rest of your species hears what you done-’

Grakka laughed.

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