Thrane Is Cleaning House...

Meanwhile Urbanus had just finished using a meta girl and was getting dressed while she wept and held her torn jumpsuit to herself.

One of the guards found Urbanus. Without a word, it grabbed him up by the back of his neck and carried him to Thrane’s office. A few other guys were there now, looking nervous as they tried to stay in a salute.

Thrane was not pleased. “How nice of you to join us, Urbanus.” He said in that fake friendly tone he always used with soldiers and guards he hated most.

Urbanus saluted Thrane with one hand as he tried to straighten his uniform with his free hand. “Hello sir.”

The strange guards that brought them here stayed at the door, blocking anyone from exiting as Thrane looked over some stuff on his computer. “I have brought you all here for a few reasons…You all have been using the meta women as if they’re your own sex toys for the past few years.”

One of the soldiers gulped.

“They’re not real women, they’re metas.” Urbanus said. The MegaCorp facility where he started working for MegaCorp did not care if the metas were raped by the guards, it was practically encouraged as soon as the meta females were ‘old enough’. Urbanus liked to be the first.

Thrane set his elbows on the desk, his chin resting atop his laced fingers. “That so?” He asked as one of the men close to Urbanus suddenly became small cubes of flesh that fell to the floor. “Well, you’re not working for whatever sector you started in, Urbanus. In mine, we are going to follow my orders.” There was a strange smile that formed on his face as another man’s organs suddenly ripped out of him. Blood and viscera fell to the floor with him.

Each corpse got closer to Urbanus.

Urbanus frowned, uncomfortably moving away from the moving corpses. “I was unaware of any orders against having sex with the metas except for a few that are off limits.”

“That’s because you didn’t read the fine print when you were sent here,” Thrane said as another man got split down the middle. That was three down. Three more and it would be Urbanus’ turn. “My question to you is this…will you obey what I tell you next or will you end up like your co-workers?”

“Fine print?” Urbanus asked. “I’ll obey you!”

“It is emailed to anyone sent to my sector. You signed it, saying you read over everything.” Thrane said as he slid a stack of papers across the desk toward the men. The fourth man sputtered and shook his head, only for his head to be cut off. His body fell to the floor, his head held up by something invisible before soon following.

The fifth man gulped. “We-we’ll do what you want, man! We thought it was just the same shit as always! Keep our mouths shut, ya know?!”

“You should always read through everything, gentlemen.” Thrane warned, glaring at the man. “Stevenson, you raped Klaire multiple times, despite her not being part of the breeding program. Care to explain yourself?”

The man went silent, fear in his eyes just before his spine ripped itself out and he, too, fell to the floor.

That left Urbanus and one more man.

“You will not touch any of the metas unless it is to move them from one room to another? Are we clear? No sexual interactions. Find yourself a partner for that shit or I’ll make sure you never get to fuck again. Am I clear?”

The last man next to Urbanus nodded quickly. Silently.

It was clear Thrane was cleaning up.

“W-why now, sir?” The man asked.

“Why? Because I wanted proof of your misdeeds recorded in full.” Thrane said with a dark grin. “The breeding program is for metas, not you idiot humans that think you can do whatever you want. You work, you sleep, you eat and you follow my rules. Fuck each other on your time off…or I can give you to my pets…they are very hungry.”

One of the guards at the door let out a grumbling sounds, pulling off its helmet to show a mouth full of sharp teeth.

Raping Klaire is considered bad now? Urbanus’s mouth was quite dry and he could only nod to Thrane. He was beginning to rethink his career. Raping meta females had been his favorite perk of this job.

Thrane narrowed his eyes at them and got to his feet. Rounding the desk, he walked over to the last of the men that had been in the room with Urbanus. “I don’t think you believe me…do you?” He asked him calmly.

“S…s..sir?” He asked with a shake in his voice.

Thrane suddenly had his hand into the man’s chest, fingers twisting around the spine and pulling until he was ripping it out through his front. Pushing at his shoulder, he jerked the spine and skull out as if it were nothing and let the man fall to the floor. Turning his crimson eyes on Urbanus, he tilted his head to the side. Blood coated his wrist and hand, dripping from the skull. “If you try to leave, I’ll give you to Canestone.” He warned.

Urbanus almost vomited. He knew that Canestone did not care if his victims were male or female. It had amused him to watch what Canestone did to Tzeitel, Yule and others that Canestone got to play with, the thought of being one of his playthings horrified Urbanus. “Why do you want to keep me here?” He asked, so confused and his life turned upside down.

Thrane’s grin was all sharp teeth and cruelty. “You forget who I am, Urbanus…” He said, his voice deeper and more monstrous.

He was the man, the monster, that would burn the world…

Urbanus shivered. He wished he had never transferred to this facility.

“Be good and you won’t suffer,” Thrane warned, flicking blood at Urbanus. “Escort him to his quarters.”

One of the guards stepped forward.

Urbanus was eager to leave this room and return to the comfort and safety of his own living space. He hurried out.

The guards that were outside the room followed Urbanus in shocking silence for such large creatures.

Urbanus burst into his room. He immediately went to his desk.

They would stay outside his room, patiently waiting.

Coral would be sitting atop the dresser and gazed at Urbanus. “We’re all in hot water now…” She told him with a giggle.

Urbanus scowled. “Get out of my room, I’m not allowed to fuck metas anymore.”

“You never wanted to fuck me anyway.” Coral snorted and splashed him so it looked like he pissed his pants.

Of course Urbanus didn’t, willing women were unattractive to him.

“Should have joined that freaky group.” Coral cooed and splashed him again.

“What freaky group?” Urbanus glared at her.

“Amihan,” She answered.

“They’re insane degenerates.” Urbanus said. “We just killed their second in command.”

Coral highly doubted that and splashed Urbanus with her water. “Whatever you say,” She said over her shoulder as she left the room and headed back to her own.

Urbanus was partly right. Khnum used to be second in command in Amihan. But since he was captured years ago in Amihan he was considered dead and his position given to another.