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[2.05] Death by Alice

[2.05] Death by Alice

Alice:

Alice materialised her bonded sword.

If these two are the blues, then we need to kill them.

This is going to be hard.

Two people barged into the front room, slid out the chairs noisily, and sat at the two desks. Since the desks faced the front, Alice and Drayden could look at their backs without being seen.

Yep, two blue-collar males. Now what?

Alice looked at Drayden. Drayden looked at Alice.

Neither of us are prepared to do anything. Yet.

The blokes continued talking.

"What is it tonight?" said Blue #1.

"Crocigator stew with canned vegetables, plus bread and marmalade," said Blue #2.

"It's the same bloody thing day after day."

"Yeah, although I suppose it is better than the grey goop all the Greys have to eat."

"Uck. I thought we would live much better when we originally decided to take on this place."

"That's right. Nobody else wanted this isolated place, so we thought it would be an easy post. No competition, get the Greys to produce the marmalade, sit back and relax."

Blue #1 picked up a wad of paper from his desk.

"Instead, we have to spend an enormous amount of time doing the paperwork, supervising the manufacture, working out the scheduling for harvesting, and allocating resources for repairs. What a bloody pain."

"And we can't slack off since it's all in our orders from that Green."

"Yeah. And, even when we have free time, only a dozen women are here, and they're all in their forties!"

"So boring after a while! I wish we had one or two young breeders."

"Yeah, we could..." said Blue #1, who then stated what he could do with an obedient young female slave.

Listening intently to this conversation, Alice gripped the handle of her sword hard enough to almost crush it.

They're talking about rape, aren't they? There's no such thing as consensual sex between a Grey and a ranking slave.

Blue #2 started swearing at this point. Listening to the subsequent conversation, Alice realised that they had tried to buy a breeder slave, only the money they gave to the Blues on the supply ship was never seen again. Those Blues were never seen again, either.

Aww, how sad... Somebody absconded with their sex slave purchase money.

I guess even a Blue-collared slave can occasionally do something good.

"So, I guess we'll have to settle with the leftover old hags that we have here," said Blue #2.

Blue #1 added a few crude observations about how hopeless those hags were.

Alice's blood began to simmer.

"I guess I'll go for that red and yellow patterned one, whatever her name is."

He's going to rape her. Again.

"Well, maybe I'll grab the brown and light red one. What a pain! I always have to order her to stop crying."

At this point, Alice's self-control failed in a shower of sparks. Alice slammed the door open so hard it flew off its hinges and crashed onto the floor next to the doorway. Propelled by the full power of her maxed-out physical abilities, she stabbed the closest Blue straight through the back. Then she dismissed the sword, re-materialised it and stabbed the other Blue.

They never knew what hit them.

Alice stopped moving and looked at her handiwork. Two dead bodies, currently collapsing off their chairs and onto the floor. And the blood. There was lots of blood. Covering their torsos and flowing across the floorboards.

She panted and snarled.

"Little shitty rapists. Well? What did you expect? You go around raping women. Repeatedly. And you've probably killed some, too. If you didn't want to be killed, you should have behaved better! You got what you deserve! Right?"

The two Blues, of course, didn't reply.

Their collars turned black and fell off their necks.

"Alice, my dear..." said Drayden.

He gently placed his hand on her arm, the one that had been holding her sword.

"It's fine. They're dead, and they deserved it."

Hell, I really did it.

She trembled with stress after effects, and Drayden held her. And patted her back with his tail.

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OK, get control of myself.

She looked at her status, or more accurately, the [Emotional Control] entry on her status.

I could turn it way up...

But I guess System-san is correct; if it is too high, I don't get a chance to recover.

Alice gave a big sigh and made an effort to compose herself.

"OK, that's done. Now what?" she asked Drayden.

Just in time to hear another set of footsteps outside the cabin. A man pushed open the door with his shoulders and entered. He was a grey-collared slave and carried two trays containing food. The trays were stacked, one on top of the other. He carefully entered the room, putting one tray on one desk and the other on the other. Looking up, he said:

"Your food... Oh"

He had finally noticed the two dead bodies on the floor and the two strangers behind them.

"Err, hello?" he said.

He then looked at their necks.

"Hey, you don't have collars; I need to inform the two blues so we can collar you!"

He then looked at the ground behind the desks, at the two bodies of those two blues.

"Oh, wait on. It looks like they are dead. So, I guess I can't inform them?"

He looked up.

"I need to collar you two."

"Sorry, but we don't want that," said Drayden.

He took out his sword and flicked it around a few times.

"Oh, OK. I'll return to fetch the empty trays when the two Blues finish with them."

Is this bloke thick-headed or something?

"Those two Blues are dead! Can't you see?" she said.

"Sure I can. But I've been ordered to retrieve the empty trays when they finish."

Alice grabbed her hair - since it was sufficiently long, that was easy to do - and rolled her eyes. She turned to Drayden and mumbled: "What the fuck do we do with this?"

"I know; how about we eat the food, and you can return as usual to fetch the dirty dishes?" said Drayden.

"OK."

And with that, the Grey left.

Alice watched the man leave.

"Just like that? If they have no explicit orders, then they don't do anything?"

"I guess that's the default behaviour for Greys. The Blues must be much more independent but still severely confined in their actions. Remember one of the Blues saying they cannot shirk their orders?"

She looked down at the bodies. And realised that in talking to the man, she had stepped into some of the blood. There were a few red footprints of her shoes on the floorboards.

Also, that crocigator stew looked and smelled good.

Drayden dragged one of the chairs from its desk so that the other desk had two chairs. He put the additional tray on the desktop.

"Alice, come, sit with me. I can pat you back with my tail while we eat."

"I'd love that," she said as she stepped over a body to sit down.

After a while:

Alice burped and tried to find a tissue to wipe her mouth, but the slaver society didn't appear to go for such elegancies. She used her hand instead.

"Well, that wasn't too bad. I wonder what that grey goop is that the Greys are supposed to eat?" said Drayden.

"Who knows? More importantly, shouldn't we do some planning on what we do when that bloke comes back?" said Alice.

The man arrived back to pick up the dishes.

"Hi there! What's your name?" said Alice.

She smiled nicely at him in case it might make a difference.

"I'm Reggie."

Is that all he is going to say?

"Would you like to tell us your job?" said Drayden.

"I manage the production of the marmalade, as per the orders of the Blues," said Reggie.

He started to stack the dishes, then picked up the trays.

"How long have you been doing that?" said Alice.

"I don't know exactly; it must be almost a couple of decades."

He turned and started walking for the door.

"Hey, wait." said Drayden, "Have you told anybody else about us yet?"

"No. I don't have any orders to do that."

"Will you take some orders from us?" said Alice.

"No, I don't think that works like that."

It was worth a try.

"OK, how about we take these two bodies, follow you to the Grey's community dining area, and introduce ourselves to everyone?" said Drayden.

Reggie shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't have any orders against that, so sure."

Alice rolled her eyes again.

If everyone else is like this, then things will be easy.

Such a contrast to the seaside fight.

Drayden:

Reggie carried the trays out of the front door. Drayden bent over, picked up one of the bodies by his shirt front, and followed. He carefully navigated around the desks, as he didn't want to drip any blood onto them.

The floor will have to wait. Perhaps we can clean it tomorrow?

Alice trailed him, carrying the other body.

We're carrying bodies weighing 70kg or more with the same nonchalance we used when carrying our school bags.

Bodies that we murdered.

We need more time to get used to this.

They followed Reggie as he walked back to the canteen eating area. Up two steps, through the door, and into a large area. Surprisingly, there were no chairs or tables; the Greys sat on the floor, holding their bowls and using spoons to eat the contents. A kitchen area had been set up at one end of the room. It mainly consisted of a sizeable wood-fueled stove and several large pots. The food supply appeared to come from a number of bags lined up along the wall.

There was minimal conversation, merely the sound of people eating and moving slightly. Reggie took the trays to the kitchen area, dumped them into a bucket filled with water, and promptly began washing them. More than half of the slaves kept right on eating. But some looked up as they came in. They looked puzzled at the sight.

Eventually:

"Hey! Those two people are uncollared!" said one.

"So they are. We need to notify the Blues!" said another.

"But wait, aren't those dead bodies the Blues?" said another Grey.

"Oh, well, then we should collar them ourselves." said the first.

Oh, bloody hell, they're like a stuck record.

Drayden looked at Alice, who seemed highly irritated.

"Hey, you dickheads! We will not be collared!" she said. She also waved her sword around, producing a few sonic cracks as the tip exceeded the velocity of sound.

The Greys took note of this, and since they had no orders to make them commit suicide, they wisely decided that the two wouldn't be collared.

They went back to eating.

Drayden dropped the body he was carrying, and Alice followed suit.

"Well, it sure beats them attacking us," he said to Alice.

Alice nodded.

Having nothing better to do, they ended up back at the house.

Drayden surveyed the front room.

Blood on the floor. And we left the bodies in the dining room. Hopefully, they'll put them somewhere.

And there are two inactive collars on the floor.

"Alice, let's put those collars into the chest with the others. OK? That way, they can contribute more points for those back at Manifestoria."

"Fine, ahh, wait! We killed those Blues, so doesn't that mean the collars cannot be used to collect a hundred points by destroying them?"

Ding! You can't claim the 100 points; however, once the collars are put with the rest, and someone with no connection to the murders destroys them, their history is reset, and their destruction will generate the expected 100 points each.

"Now that is very convenient, wouldn't you say so, Drayden?"

"Indeed it is."

Drayden got out his bonded shovel, scrapped both collars off the floor into it, and took them to the bedroom with the chest. Alice opened it, and in went the collars.

"How about we claim the other bedroom as ours?" said Drayden.

"Yeah, let's."

Five minutes later, the room had been stripped bare of all signs of the Blue's residence. All the junk went into the other bedroom. Drayden carefully closed and locked the front door, and then, when they were both in the room, he also closed its door.

"Here, Alice, it's dark now; none of those Greys will be coming around; let's lie down and hug each other or something."

"I would like that. And then we should check our status pages to see if anything has changed."

Unfortunately, they were so tired they promptly fell asleep. It had been a long day.