Chapter 3
The Dark-Tec Towers
Much of England was now deserted plots of land, empty buildings and ferociously
over-grown grass. Some even referred to areas over the hills as 'the forest.' Massive
road blocks, made out of strong metals, restricted the view into the forest but most
small towns that had a surviving population, had formed watch towers with
telescopes, from where they saw some of the most disturbing images that occurred on
the outside. Beyond the surviving towns, the indestructible metal barriers and the dark
and mysterious forest, there dwelled something much more frightening. Though no
living person had ever laid eyes on it, let alone set foot in it, everyone, young or old,
man, woman or child, knew of it: the Dark-Tec Towers.
The extensive walkway was long and hung like a solid and almost colourless bridge,
high above a large river. The building was like a castle made from mat-black coloured
bricks. It had the strange contrast of a New York sky scrapper and the dwelling place
of Dracula. It was huge, its four solid towers stood so tall that they wore clouds like
fluffy grey beards and it would take an entire day to walk the circumference of the
building. There were no windows or if there were, then they were cleverly tinted and
strictly adhered to the exact uniform as the rest of the building.
The building did not appear to have an entrance nor did it seem to be guarded, but it
had so many eyes that not even a fly could buzz close without being detected. And
among all the strangeness and mystery, there lurked a feeling of emptiness, as if
nothing living existed in or around it. This feeling may have risen from the extreme
absence of sound; no sounds of people, no animals shuffling, no birds singing,
nothing except the gentle but haunting whistles of the wind blowing.
'Master, there has been word...' a short, plump man whispered nervously.
'Silence Fredrick!' A loud and powerful voice echoed through the huge dark room.
The dull light from the lamp on the wall, reflected humorously off Fredrick's bald
head as he stood nervously and faced the back of a huge black arm chair. He remained
quiet and just stared at the pale and wrinkly hand on the arm of the chair. The hand
was thin and the fingers looked like shrivelled worms but what appeared to be striking
for anyone's eyes, was the large and very strange ring that was wrapped tightly around
his index finger. It was a thick metal with a dark stone; the stone did not shine nor did
it look of any value but it suited the pale hand perfectly.
Suddenly, a finger on the hand rose and the chilling voice spoke again, but more
calmly, 'speak Fredrick, but make sure your tongue does not waffle, for if it does, I
will surely cut it off and force you to eat it!' His voice raised high at the end of his
sentence, making him sound incredibly menacing, 'are we clear?' He asked calmly.
'Yes... perfectly.' Fredrick swallowed.
'Well speak!' The terrifying voice belted.
'The boy, master, the boy is alive!' There was a prolonged silence and absolutely no
movement from the hand.
'Do you speak with certainty or are we having another episode of fairy tales? Many
lives were lost the last time you opened your mouth, many lives bar yours! Make no
mistake; if you are wrong, then you will be the first to go!' Fredrick swallowed
repetitively, desperately trying to stop his throat from drying further. He remained
silent and began actually imagining his tongue being torn out of mouth and then being
forced to eat it, and stupidly, began wondering whether he would try to chew it or
would he just swallow it, but then snapped out of it and thought of the devastating
consequences if he were to say nothing and his master were to find out that he knew
but did not say. A more frightened expression overtook his face as he prepared
himself to speak.
'Master, the boy is alive! The eyes saw him; he is as described and wears no wrist
lock.' He quickly hid his face behind his arm, waiting for a reaction, but there was just
silence and deep breathing from behind the chair.
'Maxwell!' The hideous voice shouted. And after a few brief moments there was a
fascinating little spark of light that twinkled for a few milliseconds, like an old
television turning on. It then grew dramatically and looked like a grid with fluorescent
lights beaming out of it. The grid then swiftly transformed into a shape of a tall and
well-built man and eventually looked and behaved exactly like a normal human being,
with the exception of the odd flicker.
'You called?' It spoke in a gentle but creepy voice.
'Is it true?' The man behind chair questioned, calmly.
'Are we referring to the boy?' It asked.
'No! You blithering idiot! I am talking about the other complete disaster that has
struck beneath our noses!' The man behind the chair shouted, making Fredrick have
the desperate urge to dash to the loo, but he dared not move.
'What other disaster?' It asked, confused.
'You really are a genius aren't you!'
'I sense a tone of sarcasm in your voice, master?'
'Yes! I am talking about the boy! The boy – the wretched little boy!' He yelled so loud
that he made himself cough.
'There has been much speculation and stories of this boy... and there have been some
sightings of a boy that walks with no wrist-lock, but it is highly improbable that this
boy is the boy from the fictional stories that are spread around the towns.'
'So how is it that after so many years and against all odds, there is a boy, who, as you
say, walks with no wrist-lock?'
'I am not sure exactly...'
'Maxwell, you normally have an answer for everything – you are becoming somewhat
disappointing!'
The man behind the chair sighed loudly. After a few moments Fredrick was glowing,
his cheeks had become like roses, his eyes filled up so much so that he could no
longer see clearly and could not prevent the sounds of unease anymore. He tried
biting his tongue, breathing deeply and crossing his legs but nothing was working, if
he did not make to a toilet in the next minute or so, he would surely wet himself.
'Master, please can I be excused for a few moments?'
'Go now! Before you embarrass yourself – you are weak just like your bladder!'
Fredrick ran out of the room; he did not look back, utter any words or even take a
breath until he reached his destination.
'As for you Maxwell, your negligence has disappointed me, to say the least.' The man
spoke slowly but knew deep down that he could not scare or intimidate Maxwell.
‘I want the boy found and killed. Send out all the armies and search every town, I
want every place that he could be hiding torn apart, kill as many as needed to send the
message. I want pressure put on so hard that the boy comes to me!’
‘This is not a clever strategy, and is prone to fail.’ Maxwell responded instantly.
‘I did not ask for your opinion! But as you are so eager to speak, please elaborate.’
Maxwell pointed into the air in front of him and formed a large screen from nothing.
The screen was very similar to the grid colour that he himself was before he took the
form of a human. The screen had detailed maps and all the areas
were in different
shades, some red, some blue and some grey. He pointed at some of the areas on the
map, ‘it seems as if we have not regained control of many of these areas, as earlier
predictions highlighted and the impact of the “Kiss Dark-Tec Goodbye” virus had
much more of an impact on our systems than we anticipated. The amount of time the
humans have had, and looking through their history, they have a tenancy of
regrouping fast and if united, they have a chance to fight and possibly defeat our
armies. Also, sending out all armies will leave the towers at risk of attack; its autodefence
system will not suffice in a full-blown assault. I am afraid that your decision
is being influenced by emotions of anger and possibly worry.’
‘They are just humans, they cannot use computer systems! They are weak, they get ill,
and they die! You will follow my command. I will not take any chances with this
boy!’
‘Very well.’ Maxwell shrunk rapidly into sparkling particles of silver light and
eventually into a small dot before completely disappearing.
The man behind the chair shouted, ‘get me Hex and his team!’
A computerised voice coming from speaker holes in the ceiling responded, ‘right
away master.’
By this time Fredrick came running back into the room, but before he could approach
the gloomy arm chair, there were crashing footsteps marching from behind him. The
thumping was so loud that the ground began to vibrate and made little-old Fredrick
nearly lose his balance. He quickly moved to the side as this chain of big and strong
looking men and one woman stormed past. They had an extremely menacing look
about them, they wore black clothing, had strange haircuts and all had some form of
tattoo or another. One of the men had a peculiar shaped tattoo, almost like barb-wire
running down the side of his face and he walked a little ahead of the rest. They all had
outlandish haircuts and the woman was wearing extremely dark make-up, the eye
shadow was so dark that it was almost impossible to see what her eye colour was. The
man with the tattoo on his face was noticeably larger than the rest. His shoulders were
broad and his muscles bulged out of his black clothes. They were all wearing large
and heavy looking boots that battered the ground as they stamped towards the large
chair, which was still facing away from everyone.
‘Master.’ The husky voice of the man with a tattoo on his face echoed.
‘Hex... Hex, I see your have already gathered your... your little platoon of... well
you’re a cute bunch!’
‘What do you need?’ The man, referred to as Hex asked.
‘Last time I called you... you guys for a task, you made a real mess of things. Your
method of brute force and total annihilation is disgraceful. And it seems as though
you get a real kick out of it.’
‘Master, we will try our best to not let that happen again...’ Hex said, sounding
promising.
‘No! This was the sole reason that I called on your... your expertise shall we say.’ He
said slowly.
‘I don’t understand.’
‘I need you to behave normally, I want you destroy, I want you to torture and I want
you... I want you to kill – do whatever it takes to find and the boy! And kill everyone
around him.’ The man shouted, clenching his fist and occasionally hitting the thick
black arm of the chair.
Hex smiled and turned back to his, excited, army of strange-looking soldiers.
‘Yes master, consider it done.’ Hex said, confidently.
‘I beg you, do not disappoint me, for if you fail, your fate will be as gloomy and
hideous as your appearance!’
‘Understood.’ Hex said and stormed off, biting his anger at the threat.
The man sat silently, gently tapping the arm of the chair with his creepy fingers.
‘What do you want worm?’ The man shouted at Fredrick.
‘Nothing master, I thought you might request my assistance further.’ Fredrick
muttered.
‘Well you thought wrong! Now get lost before I call Hex to give you something to
do!’ A strong shiver rippled through Fredrick at the thought of being anywhere near
Hex and his friends. He did not hesitate in running back to the lavatory and locking
himself in.
The Fable of Marcus Page 3