The cries echoed around empty streets. All the humans had been captured, or, in the worst cases, killed. At the head of the dalek invasion had been one referred to only as ‘the Supreme’.
The Supreme was different. Its casing was red, and adorned with gold half-domes. It had the standard dalek ‘sink plunger’ and gunstick.
An unearthly scream tore across the near-silence. This was followed by a thud, as a human body hit the concrete pavement hard.
“TAKE CAPTURED HUMANS TO THE VAULT!” the Supreme ordered.
“WE OBEY!” came the dalek replies.
All the humans were taken away to the dalek Crucible; their main spaceship. They were placed in a large room. There were sliding doors in all four walls. They glided open, admitting two or three daleks from each door. Ten stood around the perimeter of the room.
“What do you want us for?!” one human cried. An unearthly scream.
“DISPOSE OF THE BODY. INCINERATE IT.”
As one dalek left, dragging the body behind it, another entered, to take its place.
“YOU ARE ALL PRISONERS OF THE DALEKS. YOU WILL OBEY DALEK ORDERS. YOU WILL NOT QUESTION OUR AUTHORITY.”
“Why!?” shouted another (living) person. “Why should we?”
This was followed by another heart-rending cry. The body was left on the floor, a lesson, a reminder, for the others.
Suddenly, the Supreme’s domed head swivelled to face me. It is facing me now.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”
“N-n-nothing,” I stammer fearfully.
“YOU ARE WRITING. RECORDS OF THIS MAY NOT SPREAD! EXTERMINATE!”
I’m terrified. I’m throwing this manuscript away now. As I do it, I hear the word:
- I did this in word, and when copying it, the text kept the font I used. Cool.
- The title, first word, and last word, are all: "EXTERMINATE!"
- This is a short thing I wrote when I was bored.