Chapter 4
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CHAPTER 4
Kendall woke up with a burlap sack over his head. He was in a chair, and his arms and legs were tied to it.
He was drugged, like someone had used a tonic to restore his consciousness. He was sleepy and his head hurt.
He heard Brocc’s voice in front of him.
“You killed my sister. You eviscerated her, ran her through your machines, and discarded the husk of her body in the name of your awful science.”
Kendall wanted to speak. He didn’t kill anyone’s sister. But Brocc continued, and Kendall guessed that he was talking to someone else.
“You didn’t stop there. You invaded my country—a place of peace—and you enslaved everyone I’ve ever known, murdered those who resisted. Soon, you will dominate the world. But you forget that it is we, the vegetables, who are the rightful owners of this world—we who you have slain by the millions, we who are caged in your labs, we who live in your city as second-class citizens.”
Kendall couldn’t make sense of anything.
“I speak for those who can no longer speak. I speak with the madness that you yourselves have embraced. When I’m done with you, you’re going to wish that you had never started your hellish experiments.”
Someone ripped the sack off Kendall’s head. He blinked rapidly and, as his eyes adjusted, he saw that he was in a disheveled apartment. The walls were cracked, exposing lathe, and the windows were boarded up. The place smelled like mildew, smoke, and mold.
A camera sat on a tripod in front of him. Celerity was holding it—and she was recording.
Brocc, still in his hood, stooped down next to Kendall and looked at the camera. He flipped his dagger into the air and caught it.
“We have one of your model humans,” he said. “And he will be the first to suffer the consequences of your actions if you do not stop enslaving my fellow vegetables.”
Kendall rocked in the chair and tried to speak, but only a muffled sound came out.
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