Tommy smirks at the man, and I glare at him. "So," Tommy starts, "what did you do to Adam? What did you do to that chick?" He checks his watch, "we've got all day."
"Isn't it illegal to hold people hostage and torture them?" The interviewer asks, pulling at the cuffs.
"Isn't it illegal to experiment on people?" Tommy retaliates. "Now, I will get an answer out of you. What. Did. You. Do. To. Them?"
"I transformed them into something beautiful." He smirks, then turns to me, "and don't worry, son. You'll get your voice back, you just needed a little discipline."
I want it back now. But I suppose we don't always get what we want, and I sigh. I don't want to stay in the same room as him, so I head towards my room.
"Adam," Tommy's voice has an edge of warning, "I said before that I wasn't letting you out of my sight. If you thought that changed then you're wrong." Oh well, it was worth a try.
"So," Tommy continues, "first of all, what's your name? Because calling you the Interviewer is sure going to get irritating."
The man scoffs, "and why should I tell you? What if I want you to be irritated?"
"No doubt that you do," Tommy replies, "but if you don't tell us your name, I'll make one up for you. Spoiler alert: you won't like it."
"Fine," he sighs, "my name is Charles, I go by Char, and don't ask why."
"Okay," Tommy snorts, "that is one weird ass nickname, but I'm only judging." Char's eyes narrow, but he doesn't reply, and Tommy goes on. "What is the real reason you're doing this? Because I'm not taking any of that magic voodoo crap as an answer."
"Well why not?" Char tilts his head as if trying to get a better look at Tommy, his brown hair falling into his eyes. "I've had some time to think about it, how my magic didn't work on you, and I now know why, don't you?"
"No, but good for you," Tommy sneers, leaning in close to Char. "So you're gonna tell me what you did to my friend, and that girl. And you're going to tell me why you did it."
"And what makes you think I'm going to tell you? You have no leverage, other than the fact that you're not tied up."
"Well, I do actually," Tommy's eyes narrow, and his head cocks slightly, he looks frightening to be honest. His hair is swept over one eye, and he never really had time to take of his makeup from yesterday, so he's got a heavy layer of smoky eyeliner that envelopes his eyes. "You see," he continues, "I've got no medical training, I don't know what goes where, or what everything does inside the human body, and I've never tortured anyone before. How am I supposed to know where the life supporting veins are? How will I know which artery kills if I slice it open?" I shiver, and I see a small shiver pass through Char, and rightfully so.
Char snaps, "evolution!"
"Pardon?" Tommy smirks.
"I'm doing this because of evolution. I think that humans are way past their due date, and they need better bred humans to take their place. Same basic genetic code, but a different species of human. Whether they breed with humans or Pinnarum-which is what I like to call them, seeing as they don't have a scientific name yet-they will still slowly push humans out of dominance. See, the Pinnarum are dominant, so their offspring will be Pinnarum, even if one parent is a human," listening to Char explain his plans makes me sick.
"Um, well, I suppose that is a plan," Tommy remarks, "albeit an awful plan, but still a plan. Of course, it's never gonna work."
"You can't possibly say its awful," Char exclaims, shaking his head, "and of course it'll work, I've put a lot of thought into this."
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Clipped Wings
FanfictionAfter claiming to not believe in magic, Adam Lambert is cursed with a pair of wings. He must deal with this new addition to his body, but he also must deal with his damaged mental state. Should he even go out in public? He must learn to control hims...