Little Nefertiti 3

Mark's eyes widened in shock immediately he regain  consciousness.

The buses were already in flames along with scores of soldiers and a few students  lying dead on the ground. Those kept alive, were either in shackles or were under Nefertiti's mind control.

"No-no-no-no." Mark muttered to himself as he summoned his axe for real this time.

Before he could even move, a blade was place on his throat, slight cutting into it causing a trickle of blood.

"Move and your head will fly!" Fang threatened in a hoarse tone.

"Don't kill my pet Mr Fang!!" Nefertiti cried out, before dragging Mark away from Fang.

"Wh-why are you still keeping me alive, and where is Duke? You promised!" Mark roared as tears gathered by the corner of his eyes.

"Which one do you want me to answer first?" Nefertiti chuckled.

"Where is Duke??" Mark asked once more with tears running down his face.

"Don't worry Marky. You, Duke and a few selected persons will act as our soldiers when we infiltrate the academy." Nefertiti said in a playful tone.

"I'll never fight for you, and neither will Duke!!!" Mark roared.

"I'll rather die!!" He added.

"You don't have a choice Marky, you will work for us either way." She concluded before mind controlling him once again.

"This was quite entertaining I must say." Falkore said with a grin plastered on his face as he stretched his left arm.

"Hopefully, their base would be more entertaining." He added.

"What of the remaining buses? Aren't we going to wait for them?" Nefertiti asked.

"One of the guards sent a distress call to the base before I could kill him. So I honestly doubt the buses would continue the journey. They would most likely return to the academy." Falkore said.

"You allowed him  send that distress call, don't make it seem like it was an error." Fang said as he placed all his katanas into their sheaths.

"Well-l-l, I figured it would be more fun killing them if they knew we were coming." Falkore smiled.

"So Ummm, how do we transport these students?" Nefertiti asked once again with a bemused look.

"Your hopeless!" Falkore groaned.

"I hate loud people." Fang muttered to himself as he pulled out a glittering gray orb from his pocket. The orb was averagely his palm size, so it was quite convenient for him to move around with it.

"Woah!!!!!" Nefertiti exclaimed.

"What is that??" She asked.

"This is a spatial displacement orb." Fang replied as he walked towards the cuffed students and soldiers lying on the ground.

"What does it do?" She asked once again.

"Fang, please let me kill this tiny rat she is driving me mad with her obnoxious questions!" Falkore yelled.

"Don't harm or else you would face the boss' wrath." Fang warned.

Falkore shivered at the thought of displeasing the boss. He had once challenged  the leader of their organization in the past only to lose woefully. He had barely survived the battle, more like one sided flogging with an indelible scar running from his shoulder to his waist.

The boss had deliberately left that mark as a lesson to everyone whom may every dream of challenging his authority.

"This orb is imbued with the power of the Fourth head." Fang spoke up.

The orb glowed once he reached out his arm towards the heap of chained students. A white blinding light engulfed the heap of students before transferring all of them into the gray hub.

"Woah!!!" Nefertiti exclaimed once more.

"Round up your puppets, We're hitting the base now!" Fang said.

"Yayy!! More fun!" She  clapped her hands in excitement.

"Dukey!" She called.

"Uhhh." Duke replied with some sort of mindless sound escaping his mouth.

"We and your friends want to enter into your itsy bitsy  pocket dimension. You'll be our Trojan horse for this glorious event." She concluded.

...…....… Twenty minutes Earlier.....

A soldier clad in military camouflage raced through the stairs at mind blowing speed. His entire uniform was drenched in own sweat as he rapidly climbed the stairs.

*Hahahah!!*

He stopped for a few seconds to catch his breath before he continued.

On getting to a black door, he banged his fist heavily on  it repeatedly.

*Knock!- knock!- knock!*

"Who the hell is that!!" A male voice roared at the other end of the door.

"It's lieutenant Jones sir!" The words barely escaped his mouth.

"Come in!" The voice at the other end spoke once more.

*Creak!!*

He slightly pushed the door with respect and caution.

"You better have a reasonable explanation for almost breaking down my door." Mr Winston said as he comfortably sat on a large red sofa, with a glass of wine in his hands.

"Si-si-sir!" The soldier had not completely recovered his breath.

"Spit it out!" Mr Winston said in a displeased tone.

"The b-b-buses were under attack." He said.

"What!" Mr Winston spat out the wine he had just gulped down.

"When??"

"Just now sir. We received a distress call from one of the drivers." Jones said.

"Get the entire council here now!!" Mr Winston roared.

"Pardon me Sir, but aren't we going to send reinforcements?"

"No! That is exactly what they want us to do. It will make their job easier if they split us up.

Just do as  I say and also, call back the rest four buses before the go any farther."

     ........Present......

'What the hell is going on?' Adrian thought to himself as the bus which was supposed to take them to the train station  returned back to the school. 

  Panic  was evident in the eyes of the students as the received no explanation as to why they had returned back to the academy.

"Get down in an orderly fashion." One of the soldiers in Adrian's bus said as he pushed open the  doors.

The students reluctantly came down from their various buses in a single file,  before being directed through a thick metal leading into the main academy itself.

Author's note: {And shit gets real ;-)}