"The terms have been set. Are you willing to follow them?" A dark sinister voice came from the screen. Admiral Calicon stood in the dark room, alone. He didn't know what to do. He'd practiced this and now it had finally come. He didn't know if he could do it. Most dangerous, he didn't know what they would do if they realized his plan.
"We've followed your terms for fifty years now..." The Admiral responds. "However," he took a deep breath. Here comes the part he'd rehearsed. "We... You can't... We can't do this to the American people. They're innocent people. What you're asking us to do is... inhuman." He said somewhat uncertain. That was bad. He had to put more conviction in it for it to work.
"We do not care about your morals. We care about whether you keep to our agreement." The voice says emotionless.
"That'd be no than." Calicon says shakily. He knew what the punishment was for disobedience. He'd watched others be taken, including his best friend, a year ago.
"You may want to reconsider." The voice warns.
"My desision is made. We humans won't take your slaughter any longer!"
"You will pay for your mistakes mortal!" The voice bellowed.
"Then make me pay!" Calicon responded.
"Very well. The decision is yours." The voice said somewhat calm.
Then he felt it. The burning sensation coming from within. At first it was warm, then it became hot. He winced. His hands started shaking. It was happening. He was being taken. The heat increased. Calicon stumbled backward. "Your going to lose." He said. He didn't know how they were possibly going to lose. They were stronger, smarter, and had the technology. "You're going to lose!" He said again leaning over, grabbing his stomach. The feeling of fire was ripping through him.
"How's that?" The voice from the screen questions.
"You lack....ugh..." The pain was unbearable. "You don't have the right on you're side."
"There is no right or wrong! There is only power!" The voice shouts back irritated.
"TELL THAT TO ME WHEN YOU'RE IN HELL!" The room to Calicon was over two-hundred degrees. Then it happened. He screamed. His body was beginning to disintegrate. It was as if lightning were inside him. A staticky crackling sound filled the room. He was then surrounded by fire. His arms were disintegrating. He was going to pass out. His vision was getting blurry. Blackness was taking him. The pain was horrific. There was no noise anymore, only the ringing in his ears. Everything seemed to be in slowmotion. Through it all, Calicon smiled. It had worked. It was successful. The plan was ago. He thought of his friend. "See you soon." He thought. Then there was nothing but black.
