Fic: Arc, Part Sixteen (PG-13 for implied abuse)
Testimony of Deesix Whitepelt as presented to the Galactic Sapiens Alliance Truth and Reconciliation Committee, cont.
I think at that point I must have said something stupid like, “Fun?” At least I think I did. Anyway she smiled down on me…
No, that wasn’t the most frightening moment of my life. Please shut up and let me talk.
They pushed me down to my knees and Dream Stalker came closer and started petting my headfur. She smiled at me again and said, “It seems your friend Marturari is being difficult. I go into his mind and I find myself in an empty room. It’s like he’s found a way to be invisible to me. How do you suppose he’s doing that?”
“I don’t know,” I said to her.
“I don’t imagine you do. You’re just a drone, a component in a vast, great machine that is much more than you can imagine it to be. Marturari spreads his heresy, trying to make the components rebel, and we poor, overworked Varn must labor to repair the damage he inflicts.” She took hold of the ruff at the back of my neck just then, pulling my head back until I was staring right up at her. Her eyes were blank gold. I thought I was going to die just then but she wasn’t finished talking yet. “My brother Social Shaper wants to know how Marturari twisted your mind so terribly. Perhaps I can even fix it for you, so you’ll go back to being a happy component, and all these strange thoughts of rebellion will seem just a terrible dream to you. Would you like that?”
“No,” I said to her. She just smiled at me and then I could feel…
…
I’m all right.
No I don’t want to talk about what happened next. No, I mean it.
Could you please… could you please just turn the recorders off now? Please?
TBC