A Circuit of Time: Book Two of Spark (A MPHFPC Fanfiction)

Chapter Six

"I'm sorry, Marion." Sharon said apologetically, "We can't give our enemy any chance to know where Miss Bittern went." Then he reached for the detonator.

Just as he wrapped his fingers around the device, Marion injected a syringe of green liquid into his neck.

"I'm sorry, too," he heard Marion said, "But I can't let my son die. I will destroy it for you after my son is safe, I promise."

*

They had won.

Isabelle Llywelyn, senior agent of the Peculiar Security Bureau, stood watching their soldiers herding surrendered rebels to a square they cleared earlier in the park.

The memorials had mostly been destroyed but the fountain was still intact. Ten ymbrynes now stood around the fountain, chanting as the water glowed blue.

Whatever they were doing was none of her business. She only needed to focus on defeating the rebellions.

Flags of the Peculiar Republic of America flew in the wind. Surrendered soldiers and civilians were gathered into a fire zone, waiting for execution. To the Peculiar Security Bureau, there's no difference between the two. Anyone defying Caul is a traitor, and traitors will be executed.

She went back to the square.

"Peculiars." She started, "What you have committed today is treason, and treasons will be punished by death."

She looked at the crowd. Some were crying, few were laughing, but most of them were silent.

"However, Caul is a merciful lord." She paused, watching the crowd, how easily it is to raise their hope, almost pathetic, "He provides you a chance to repent, so you die not as petty traitors, but as servants to his glorious empire. Film a five-minute video, tell the world how much you regret being a traitor, apologize for the crimes you have done against Caul and all peculiarkind. You do that, and Caul will allow your souls to rest in peace"

Two soldiers pulled a camera forward.

"Let's start with the big ones," Isabelle ordered, "Bring him in!"

Another two soldiers dragged Sharon forward. His cloak rigged, and for the first time in what felt like forever, his face no longer concealed under the shadow of his hood.

"Sharon, Myron Bentham's slave, lapdog of the ymbryne council." Isabelle didn't even bother to lower her voice, "You are a rather big deal among the radicals in Europe. I wonder how they would think when they realize your face is just the face of another ambro-addict."

"Go to hell!" Sharon cursed.

"You got anything else to say?" Isabelle asked boredly.

"Yes, actually, tell your coward king Caul that we will send him back to hell soon and I will be waiting for him there." Sharon spit on Isabelle's shoe.

A soldier hit him with his gunstock.

"No, don't hit him," Isabelle said, "Hold him still."

Then she kicked Sharon's face with the shoe he just spitted on.

She kneeled down and whispered in Sharon's ears, "I know where the rest of you fled. We are working on the panloopticon, once we bring it back online, we will pay the three loops a visit. Your little rebellion will be eliminated, you have already lost."

Sharon smiled and whispered back, "So, you still don't know."

Then he shouted, "Now!"

A loud explosion came from a distance away. Isabelle stood up and watched as the panloopticon building collapsed.