Make Believe

Chapter Four

A ploy for power

    
     Virgo paced the large presidential office with her hands placed firmly on her hips. The president had yet to return after promising an audience in his office. Mathew was waiting in a nearby room, anxiously waiting for a reaction to his Masters outburst.

      When your acting without thinking, you don't care who gets hurt, what you destroy, or what becomes of you. As long as you get what you want. This state of mind can turn a good person into a bad person simply because they don't know the consequences to their actions. Virgo was in this state of mind.

      With a snap of her hand, she pulled the presidents form from wherever he had run off to, into her awaiting presence. She glared at his shocked expression, patience leaving her.

      "I have been waiting for too long," she hissed at him, "I think its time we talked!" She plopped him into his chair, not releasing her hold on him. The sounding of fists beating on the door interrupted the tense air, but Virgo ignored them, her mind focused on the man in front of her.

     "Please," he begged, "you helped our country with China and I am in your debt.. But, please reconsider this idea of earth's destruction."

      Virgo scoffed. "Your people have forgotten who allows them to take a breath each and every day, who gives them food to eat. Why would I save a people who have forgotten me?" She glared at him, any thoughts of reconsideration fleeing like prey from her mind. 

       She had mastered many hundreds of years ago the skill of mind manipulation. Using this power she could control a persons actions, thoughts, and feelings. It was dangerous and powerful but exactly what Virgo desired to complete her agenda. Staring deeply into the presidents eyes, she pulled her mind into his, meshing desires and wills together as one.
 
       "What do you want me to do?" the president smiled.

      "Virgo sneered! " Everything. "

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Mathews POV:

        Mathew sat in his stiff red chair, back aching and head pounding. His mind was in a state of horror at what monstrous things his master was doing. He was beginning to think that a friendship was brewing between himself and Virgo, but now her mind had changed gears. His eyes held tears but he refused to let them fall knowing they would not stop. His memory, though fading with old age, slipped back to a time when he lived on earth before his parents had sold him into the elites hands.

       "Stop! Stop... Please!" young Mathew begged. A much larger hand was clasped firmly around his wrist preventing him from slipping even an inch away. He glanced back to the fading form of his parents, a pile of gold clasped in his fathers hand. That's what he was worth... A pile of gold so small it barely filled the palm of his fathers hand.

       Tears leaked from the edges of his eyes as he looked up at the face of his masked captor. He held the symbol of a trader, very few people on earth even knew they existed but those who did knew that they would trade almost anything. Those who were taken were never seen again.

      A sob slipped from Mathews pursed lips as the they arrived to a small metal space craft.

      "Hurry now boy!" the husky metallic voice echoed through the small clearing as Mathew was pushed harshly into a small dark hole in the floor. Mathew gasped at the chill that entered the room as he could depict through the darkness the forms of small huddled children. A lid flanked into place above them, sealing them in.

      "Your the last one!" A snotty nosed boy whispered under his breath. Mathew closed his eyes at the child's thick Texas drawl that reminded him of the home he was leaving. Mathew wiped away any fragments of tears from his eyes as he edged closer.

     "Where are we going?" Mathew whispered back through the silence. The boy shrugged his small shoulders.

      "To be sold I'm supposing..." He frowned, A single tear slipping onto his malnourished cheek.

     Suddenly the rumbling of the ship began, and the cries of his fellow captives could be heard as the ship blasted into the unknowns of space. Once the ship attained a steady speed Mathew turned his attention back to his new friend.

     "What's your name?" Mathew asked, sitting down beside his crumpled form. Despite the darkness he could see his brown eyes widen.

     "Grant... What's yours?"

     "Mathew!" he responded with a smile. He could have sworn that Grants mouth turned into a smile as well but with such a dim environment there was no way he could have known.

     "Well Mathew," Grant sighed into the air, "I'm scared!" He lifted his head just the slightest to gaze up in the direction of the sealed hatch.

     "Well Grant," Mathew repeated, "I'm scared too!" After that the boys sat in  silence as more cold air seeped in around them. Before long the pink of Mathews lips were replaced with a frozen blue as chills covered every inch of skin. He could only imagine that state of his less dressed friend whose breath had become fainter and fainter.

      The ship jolted side to side as it began its shaky descent to an unknown destination. A few seconds after the rocking had stopped, the hatch creaked open and bright light burst through the dark. Mathew winced at the sudden change and slowly let his eyes adjust.

     Grant groaned and slowly got up and Mathew almost gasped at the sight of him. He had the most pale skin he had ever seen as well as the most fiery red hair that hung long around his forehead. He almost wished that his brown eyes were a vibrant green to decorate his face with more colour, but the spark in his eyes were enough to make up for it.

      The children filed out in a tight line as the Trader conversed with a large lady that's bun was so tight it seemed to stretch her reddish skin. They seemed to be arguing and the Traders hand waved wildly in the air. To soon their disagreement ended and the trader returned to his ship and left, Mathews hope with it.

      The pudgy lady sneered at the group before her, the large cement building looming behind her.

     "Welcome to payment camp, time to earn your keep." She smirked at them through her beady eyes. She harshly grabbed Mathews wrist and pushed a needle through his skin until it formed the shape of a one and a four. Mathew longed to cry out against the pain but the sinister smile plastered on the freaky lady's face deterred any noise or expression.

       "Hello Number fourteen, move to your place." she pointed to a small glass chamber with a white 14 etched onto the glass. Next to the chamber stood a bulky man holding a gun like it was a child. The way the lady called him 14 stripped him of any personality or importance... Now he was just a number deprived of family and after all how could he matter if his parents so easily gave him up? No! Now he was just a number! He was number 14....

    Now the next chapter will also be in Mathews POV: and continue his back story! Tell me which POV: you enjoy more!?!

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