The Run-aWays (I)

~ChaptEr Nine~

"Dr Keele, the meeting is ready..." the voice came from the receptionist who stood at the door. "Thank you clara," said the deep, booming voice. "Tell them I'll be there shortly, tell my son ...To be ready."
There sat, crouched over the gold desk. A tall slender man, dressed head to toe in black. His face visibly showing his defeat in the war with ageing, he wrinkled skin hanging off his face. His slender fingers wrapped around a pen and wrote something down:
"2nd February- last day alive."
He sighed and leaned back, spinning his sophisticated black and red chair to look at the peasants below out the large glass window:

The large government building ,dripping in wealth,stood tall in the middle of the city. Made out of glass shards and glass crevices that screamed the word "money" right at every poor person who crowded at the bottom.

He sighed again, before struggling out of his chair and grabbing his rich oak walking stick. Slowly ,waddling to the meeting room. The wall filled with ancient drawings and powerful leaders, all looking down at Dr Keele, all have the same stern faced. He walked along the red carpet,  scrapping his finger against the mahogany walls. servants with downcast eyes standing at each corner watching him secretly.  The servants opened the large oak door.
Revealing a long, dark mahogany  table. That went over 6 metres, holding 4 councillors, all tall and stern looking. The city is divided into 4 pieces. Dr keele ruling all, but the 4 councillors watching over the people closely. There was servants standing at the edge of the grand room.
They all looked at Dr keele, as he slowly limped to his chair, he sat and a servant pushed him in. His son, a man in his early thirties, tall and muscular. His beard well groomed and short slick back hair, having the smallest mole on his chin. Came in afterwards.
"Father, i'm not rea-"
Dr keele looked at him, holding his hand up. As if to tell him to "shh."
Dr keele leaned back in his chair, "It's been a long journey gentleman" he voiced ached. They all nodded. "I hope my success carries on when i do my...passing" he looked at his son, and looked down at the table contained a injection and two certificates one reading :
"Certificate of death"
And the other reading:
"The passing."
He looked at his son again who sat beside him his face still stern, "be a good leader my boy. Dont, let people leave."
His son nodded, and Dr keele grabbed his pen, with no hesitation and signed the death certificate.
"I, micheal Keele." 
He looked at his son, and grabbed the injection. Looking at the silver liquid within it, he swallowed the lump in his throat.
" now, pass my power...."
He shook a bit and looked at the four councillors, who nodded.
He pushed it into his arm a bit, wincing and the pain. He looked at his beloved son not shedding a tear.
"To Peter Keele. My son"
He pressed it, feeling the cold fluid flood into his veins, it burnt as his eyes roll back, his chest went tight as he struggled to take a single breathe, his life flashing before his very eyes:
"Honey, you awake? I cant asleep" Said a beautiful ginger women laying nude in bed, she moved closer to young micheal. "Your safe with me, dont worry." he whispered, kissing her head softy and pressing her hand against his bare chest.
"Promise you'll never leave me" she whispered, awing at his chest.
He chucked softly to himself...
"I promise."
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"Its a boy!!" Called the nurse revealing a scrawled baby in the hands of Eve. the mother. who was also in pain, smiled with glee.
"Let's call him Peter."
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"What you are doing Micheal it's not right, this power , its driving you insane" argued Eve. Micheal pushed her to the floor.
"Get out of my sight."

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"Sir, the runaway, your wife...."
"She's gone..."
"She ran-away"
—-
The world spinning he leaned out of the chair and falling onto the ground with a thud, having a violent fit. The picture of his missing wife still remained in front of him, the love of his life. He reached out for her. "W-why did you g-g-o....Eve... o-our p-promise" he looked up at her , her hazel eyes looking down at him in sorrow. She smiled softy with her delicate lips before slowly fading away. Dark spots slowly taking over his vision.
The soul fighting to stay in his body.
Until his body grew limp.
The court room went quiet watching the last breathe come from Dr keeles mouth, and foam trickle down his chin.
....
Silence struck the room.
"Well, then" said Peter, stepping over his fathers' deceased body and sitting in the chair. He picked up his father's walking stick twirling it around. "Back to business."
"Yes sir" chanted all 4 councillors.
"First off, i want the taxis to be raised, 50% of their earnings." He looked at Councillor North a light brunette in his 60's and nodded at him. Councillor North, stood up and exited the room to do the order.
"Second of all, I'm want to show the people who's boss, tell the 88's to do the 55, fear. Killing allowed, maximum hmmmm...1,000, actually 1,002-"
"But sir, " spat councillor south. A blonde, with blue eyes in his late 40's. Peter looked at him with a sinister smirk. Bringing his hands together, twirling his fingers.
"Your meant to have the people on your-"
"Does it look like i care about the people Councillor South?" Spat Peter, he tilted his head. Councillor South went pale and closed his mouth
"Also thirdly, gather the most 4 prettiest females, under 27. Bring them here. All dressed and prepared for tonights party, they will strip for us."
Councillor South and west nodded and left the room, only leaving Councillor East.
"Councillor East"
"Yes sir."
"Lose some weight, your too rounded"
"Yes sir."
"Oh yeah, my name. It isn't Dr keele, or yes sir. Its Dr kill"
"Yes , Dr kill."
East left the room.
Peter looked down at his deceased father kicking his face slightly.
"Stupid old man" he spat on him.
A female servant catch his eye. A young girl with brown hair, and warm hazel eyes. "You there," he boomed.
She winced. "Y-yes"
"Come fourth."
She walked up slowly, each foot physically shaking. She stood in-front of him.
"Tie my shoe lace, now." He ordered, she did what she was told.
"Now, dance for me."
"Sir, I cant dance-"
" I said...Dance for me."