Mass Transportation: Mr. O'Malley Doughty

The room was black, the air stale. The sounds of moans could be heard all over. A young man was waking up to the situation. He laid on his back a little longer, as his head pounded with an explosive pain that triumphed over migraines. Rolling over the man sought to stand up, to no avail, he fell back onto his stomach. His moans joined with the others. Looking over he saw a familiar face. It belonged to the handsome Mr. O'Malley. Except he looked different, less arrogant, fierce even. He was trying to stand up, it was just that he wasn't moaning like everyone else. Where everyone else gave into the pain he tried his hardest to trump it. And he wasn't the only one. A little ways across from Mr. O'Malley, his uncle was on his knees, one hand on the wall as he forced himself to stand. Then he heard his name.

"Kris," it was weak, one could fail to hear it if they weren't listening carefully. The voice belonged to his uncle. His uncle was forcing himself to bare with the pain, just to find him. Mr. O'Malley was baring with the pain for his father. He would not fail his own family. Pushing his knees under himself, he began pushing up on his arms, that is when he realized that it just wasn't his head, but his whole body that was in pain. Fighting to ignore it, he redoubled his efforts to stand up. Calling out to his uncle.

"Uncle," His voice was even weaker than his uncles. It was completely overshadowed by the moans of the suffering.

"Kris," His uncle calls again, barely audible but the tone was easy to understand. Panic. His uncle was afraid that something had happened to him.

"Uncle," His voice just a wee bit lounder, O'Malley who was closer heard him. For some reason the man in mourning helped him out.

"He's over here." Unlike his uncle and himself, Mr. O'Malley's voice was stable, weak but stable if. Anyone could hear it if the room was quiet enough. But it wasn't, luckily his uncle was listening extra carefully and heard him. Scrambling over on his knees, with one arm on the wall, he saw Kris on his knees and hands, also trying to stand up. The three of them slowly made their way over to each other while staying close to the wall. Giving his nephew a big hug. He profusely thanked Mr. O'Malley.

"Thank you, thank you so much."

"It's fine." His voice cold, tinged with sadness.

Like that they sat in silence listening to the dwindling moans as the room became more aware of their surroundings. Eventually they all came to their senses. Everyone that was there to get kidnapped was in the room. Time passed as did the pain and they quickly formed groups. The woman who clung to Mr. O'Malley as well as most of the ass kissers rushed over. Consequently pushing the uncle and nephew away.

"Mr. O'Malley, what on earth are we gonna do?!"

"Mr. O'Malley, are they gonna kill us?"

"Mr. O'Malley, why-"

"Mr. O'Malley,"

"Mr. O'Malley-"

"SHUT UP!" The grieving son's voice cut through all of the voices in the room. Silencing everyone.

"But, Mr. -"

"DON'T! Don't call me that. Just don't." Tears rolled down his face. And they all remembered the head in the box. Slowly they backed away, leaving him to his grief.

The voices came back, but never above a whisper. Staying as far away from their ex-manager as possible. They didn't even seek to try and comfort him. None but one. The woman from before, slowly she approached, silently sitting next to him. She only asked one question.

"What would you like to be called?"

His eyes red, he glanced at her, looking away, he said.

"Hensen. Hensen Doughty. My father's first name, my mother's last name."

Wanting to ask but holding it back, why did he want to change his first name so quickly. Until no longer she almost let it out. But was stopped by the door opening.

A bright light encased the room, and two extremely buff men entered. Followed by a woman who was as beautiful as they were muscular her figure hidden by a light red cloak. Looking around the room she was pleased to see that they were all awake. Just as she was about to speak, Hensen jumped up, lips curled into a sneer.

"What the fuck do you want?"

"I suggest you get rid of it quickly. But to answer your question, I will be collecting your energy."

This time instead of Hensen jumping up, it was the uncle of Kris.

"What kind of bullshit are you spoutin'?"

"Now, now, I can't answer your questions if you keep interrupting me. Listen well, mortals. You are no longer on Earth. You will essentially be human batteries for my master. But fear not, it is not a painful process. Just a deadly one. If you manage to survive the first usage. Then that means you have some magical potential. After that, well, think of it as a promotion. Any questions?"

The room was quiet as the knowledge settled on them. Seconds later they all jumped to insult the woman and he goons.

You bitch! Do you think we will just sit here and wait to die? Fuck you! Let us out of here right now! Go to hell! You can't kill us we have families! Why us? I'll kill you myself! Their words mixed together and they quickly became indistinguishable. It seemed like nothing could calm them down and a riot would ensue. But all the woman did was clap her hands. The clap filled the room causing most everyone to fall to their knees and clutch their ears.

Smiling the woman takes in the view and talks again.

"No one has any questions, that's good. Grab the bald fat one, one of the brown ones, the anorexic bitch, that one over there in the corner. Oh, and don't forget Mr. O'Malley." The grunts made their way through the crowd as they grabbed the individuals pointed out. It was extremely easy. One on each of their shoulders, two dragged by their leg, that just left one to wait, but he didn't Doughty immediately made his way to the front of the group. Ready to walk towards his demise.

Looking a little saddened, the woman pouted.

"You're no fun. I thought Earthlings were supposed to be emotional creatures, but apparently you didn't get the memo."

"I guess killing their parents would do that to a person." Hensen stood in front of the woman hatred undisguised.

"I suppose, now off we go. To the Master."

Quietly the door closed behind them, separating the soon to be sacrifices from their co-workers. Hensen followed the three down the dark hallway, without so much as a glance in any direction, much to the dismay of the beautiful woman. The walk continued quietly until they crossed into the main room, where the Master sat upon his throne like chair, waiting for his victims.

He was an exceptionally plain looking man. One would not equate him to a villainous kidnapper, nor to a champion of goodness. In fact one would not think this man capable of anything but the ordinary and the mundane.

"Mag'Gli did you cause any trouble?"

"No Master, I've brought you the Earthings directly to you, per your request."

"Good, prepare the Pool, time is short."

"Yes Master."

"Once done with that send for Mag'Vahs

"It shall be done."

Turning around she motioned for the brutes to drop their hostages, to which they complied immediately. Sprawled out on the floor the four immediately stood up behind Hensen. The plain looking man turned to look at them casting only a short glance before turning away. But Hensen wouldn't tolerate that. He wanted answers, needed them. Standing forward, he projected his voice in a much different way then when in the office. This time it was true confidence.

"Why did you have my father killed?"

Turning back to look at Hensen, he spoke flippantly as if he didn't put the man in his mind at all.

"A simple casualty. It was him or someone else. Many people died to sustain the portal. And even more will die to minimize the effects of world colliding."

"Why us?" this time the brown skinned woman came out from behind Hensen. Looking at her his eyes did not change in the lightest. To him they were all insignificant ants.

"I did not select you, my subordinates did. All I told them to do, is to collect Earthlings."

When he finished his short explanation Mag'Gli returned,

"Master the Pool is ready. Mag'Vas is on her way."

"Good. Return to Earth for more, this time less humans and more animals and plants."

"By your will, it'll be done." Without a second glance at the captives she turned and left. But when she left, another entered, a purple robed woman, the same one who dragged them to wherever they were.

"Master you sent for me?"

"Yes. These humans will be the first into the Pool. Prepare for the ritual. It won't be long now."

"As you command." Turning to the Earthlings, her distaste for anything originating from Earth seeps into the room.

"Lets go." With her words, even if they did not want to follow it is as if a force compelled them to. With no control over their body they entered the adjacent room. In it was a large pool that was the size of four ping pong tables, the liquid in it was pure white, with a milk like consistency.

"The fat man first. Step on the pedestal."

"What if I don't want to?"

"Then I'll kill you, and you won't even have the chance to survive. We only need you alive up until you are actually at the pool after that as long as we throw you in at the moment of your death, all is well. Pick now."

"I, uh, I, I'll-" His voice cut off at that moment and his body was immediately flung into the pool, causing the liquid to turn into a bloody red color, as it bubbled and boiled, one could occasionally see some body parts pop up, white bones, or internal organs, even an eyeball.

"Too late." Her voice was cold and without a care. Nothing could touch her frozen and decrepit heart. The sound of retching behind her could be heard.

"Next." Her voice sounded out. Scaring those around her. They had to think quickly, or die. But they just might die anyway. Before the next person could choose the anorexic girl was dead and in the pool before it could even settle.

"Next." This time the brown skinned girl jumped in, the pool rumbled even more violently steam was starting to rise. One could only think she was dead. But soon the pool quickly settled and the blood red color faded like a bad dream. Seconds pass, and just as another was about to jump, Mag'Vas stops him. Confused but not ready to look a gift horse in the mouth he settles back next to Hensen.

Soon the brown skinned woman rises up from the liquid, it slides over her and back into the pool the milk like liquid covered her but as it slid off her skin a new person was revealed. Where she once had a muddled complexion, acne scars that cover her face, gone. But despite all of her perfections her appearance became average. A force was applied to her dragging her out of the pool. Tossing her to the side where three maids like women were waiting.

The woman turned her head back towards the two remaining men,

"Next." The skinny man didn't hesitate and jumped. The pool began its roiling boil.

"Next."

"How do you know?"

"I know."

"If I jump and make it out, I will get revenge."

"Then jump."

SPLASH

The blood like liquid boiled even faster than it did for the woman, and twice as violent. So violent that one of the maids who were to close was slashed and burned. It crawled up her skin causing her to melt on the spot. The other maids without flinching move back against the wall.