"The humans..."
The informer is cut short as he falls dead with smoke emanating from his chest just above his heart. The vessels crew look back amazed and completely astonished as they stare at the killer sitting on his gold throne.The mans facial expressions frank and emotionless.
The murderer draws back his finger which is still fresh as electricity ripples across it. He cups his hands in front of him as he settles in his throne.
The room is still quiet everyone is shocked and waiting for an explanation as to why he would put down the highest ranked official on board, his General, his own friend. After a moment of silence, the crew realizes their leader will not utter a word about the situation. They continue with their work as two Metamorphin soldiers begin to carry the lifeless body out of the ship controlling room. They pick him up. His head falls back lifelessly as blue blood drips from his mouth and for a second the General's lifeless eyes pour into Arthus' eyes as they observe him sit on his throne.
"I told you never to utter that word." The words slip quietly from Arthus' mouth as he rises from his throne.
A small underling approaches him, "Your great majesty, where shall we head to next?"
Arthus looks at the mere Metamorphin with disdain before announcing in a grim melodious voice.
"Earth..."
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Science Fiction**Super rough draft** This book chronicles the journey of seven eighteen year-old teens in futuristic earth. After nearly depleting their natural resources, human kind are forced to live in domes, created by a new world order U.N.I., protecting the...
