Chapter 8: Alpha-one

Frederic2 stepped up to Q. "I have won, now I want what is mine." "You shall have it. I, Q, granted the power of arbitrator by the ancient laws of the Phalanx, grant you the total control over all that exists in this dimension and others. Go and do as you please, as you are the only Phalanx left in existence. "

A bolt of white lightning coursed from the sky and engulfed Frederic2, who screamed in obvious agony. He dropped to his knees and started crying. "I did it! I finally am what I have always deserved! I, Frederic Fromthefield have always been smarter, abler and wiser than anyone alive. Now I have the ability to exercise that right." After uttering a dark, rolling laugh, he disappeared.

Daphnix stepped to the pile of rocks his friend was buried under. He fell to his knees and wept in grief. "My only friend. Why couldn't I have been more powerful? Why didn't I help you? I am a failure. I am not worthy of being your friend." He felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around and saw a man, different from Q but in some way exactly like him. "Who are you?" Daphnix asked.

"I am Q. I know how complicated this must seem to you, but I am a different Q then the one that helped Frederic and you. I will now help you and the rightful Phalanx, the Frederic buried here."

"What's the catch? Why would you help us?"

"I am not interested in the laws of the Phalanx. I only want the universe to be in good hands, and I have a personal score to settle with Q. I took away his powers once, but he was forgiven later on. This time, with the help of Frederic, I will finish him off."

"So, instead of being just a general good guy, you are a good guy with a personal score to settle."

"Yes."

Daphnix shrugged his shoulders. "Fine with me. Now, how are we going to get Frederic back?"

Q snapped his fingers and Frederic appeared before their feet.

"He looks a little... dead to me." Daphnix said with a definite sadness in his voice.

Q bent over and touched Frederic's forehead. A white glow accompanied this move. Frederic blinked his eyes open. "Where am I? Ow, my head hurts." He tried to bring his arm to his head and screamed out in agony as he tested both his broken arms. He then fruitless tried to get to his feet, but his legs didn't allow this.

"Easy, Phalanx. Almost every bone in your body is broken and every muscle is bruised. You were dead and would still be if I hadn't helped you. It will take some time to heal all your physical and mental wounds."

"Q? What are you doing..." Frederic's voice died out as he fell into a deep, relaxing sleep.

Daphnix almost ran to Frederic as he thought his friend was dead once again. Q stopped him. "He is resting. His body and his powers have taken great damage. It will require a great deal of time to get him back up and running." Daphnix nodded. He realized that this would be a lot harder then he originally thought.

It took a few days for Frederic to open his eyes again. Although he was hurt, he still wasn't Human. In those few days, his physical wounds had healed; with only a little stiffness and soreness to remind him of what happened. Frederic got up from the bed and walked to the door. It was locked. Frederic was still sleepy, so he didn't immediately think of his powers. He looked around in his cell. "No windows, one small lamp to lit the room, only one door of steel, walls of solid granite" he thought aloud. "This looks like a prison cell."

He decided to test the door's strength. He walked back a few paces and launched himself at it, in a standard karate jump. Of course, it didn't budge and the only result Frederic got from the exercise was more pain from his sore limbs. Frederic decided to use more drastic measures and launched a telekinetic ball at it. He could just as well have used a tennis ball. It ricocheted off the door and sailed halfway across the room before Frederic made it disappear. "The ball was soft instead of hard. I have lost most of the strength of my powers." He realized.

As it sank in, Frederic dropped to his knees and did what he always did when he was losing his emotional control. He meditated. But, what had worked many times before, now had no effect at all. Frederic lost his temper for the first time since he almost slaughtered the Klingons. He screamed and cried. The grossest insults filled his cell. He then proceeded to yell at the Stone, still part of him. "Use program Battle-Alpha-One, Phalanx. But beware, since you are still weak, it is possible that you die because of the energy drain. We would not recommend the use of this until you are stronger." The Stone replied.

"What does the program do?"

"Your entire being will be altered, so you can release forces never before heard of by any species. Only 2 Phalanx ever saw what they did."

"What happened to them? Why have I never found any record of them?"

"They were annihilated, ripped apart by the same forces they released. "

"That figures. Ok. I will not use it, but is there anything else I should be aware of?"

"Remember the 2 men you destroyed when you were rescuing your sister?"

"When reality split apart? Yea, I do."

"You used the program. Because you only had 2 Stones, the power was limited, but still did substantial damage to reality itself. Can you imagine what power the three Stones together can do?"

"Is there anything else I should now about?"

"You will probably not be able to think, as you will loose sentience for the duration of the program."

"How long is that?"

"You select the amount of time before you start."

Frederic had calmed down and decided not to use his powers until they had regained some strength. He sat down and meditated.

In the next room, Daphnix and Q were monitoring Frederic's progress. "Why can't we let him out, Q?" Daphnix asked.

"It is absolutely necessary for Frederic to regain his powers on his own, and letting him believe he is captured is the best way to accomplish this. By the way, Frederic2 can't detect Frederic, since the cell is made of a special material that blocks his powers. That is also the reason why Frederic can't get out or detect our presence."

Daphnix nodded in understanding.

Frederic2 sat on his throne in his newly created warship, a Death Star. It was an exact copy of the one in Star Wars. He was receiving some of his 'loyal' subjects. Frederic2 had instated this 'court's day' for people with problems to come and see their leader. Before the massive throne, made from gold, silver and priceless gems, was a small girl, sobbing. "Please, sir. My father didn't do anything wrong. Don't kill him! Please! I'll do anything!"

Frederic2 was listening to the girls whimpered words. He had wrongly accused her father, along with countless others, so he could have some fun torturing and killing them when they no longer had the force to scream. The girl before him made him sick. She had a nice touch to her, but he hated sobbing and whimpering girls. He raised his right hand and a massive fireball coursed through the air and struck the girl. She laid on the floor screaming in agony. It took her almost 30 seconds to die. Frederic2 raised his hand and the remains disappeared. " She dared to accuse me of lying!!" he thundered through the massive hall. "That is the price of disloyalty to me!" he shouted.

The other men, women and children in the hall took a few steps back. They knew that the man before them wasn't Frederic, but they had all hoped that he would at least have some good in him. Now that hope had been burned, along with the girl. Frederic2 stepped down from his throne. He walked towards the crowd and looked at them. He pointed out a woman. "You will stay here. The rest of you: leave!" the crowd left the room at blinding speed, glad they didn't have to stay.

He walked towards the woman he selected. "You will be my personal fuck toy, slut. Now, get down on your knees and serve me."

The woman had no idea why she did what was asked of her, but she did. She dropped to her knees and opened his pants. She took out his growing member and put it in her mouth. For some reason, she froze.

"Suck my dick, you dirty little mother-fucking slut!!!" ^she needed no more 'encouragement' than this. She sucked his dick and ran her tongue along his organ, trying to give him as much pleasure as possible. Frederic2 grabbed her hair and pressed his cock deep in her mouth, forcing it all in. He woman now had another problem: air! Frederic2's cock was so big, it blocked her airways. She sucked and licked while struggling for air. For some strange reason, air became a lower priority for her. All she wanted to do was pleasure her master. She finally got him off. Frederic2's cock grew another centimeter or 2 and spurted an enormous amount of sperm down her throat. She didn't gag, much to her surprise, and drank the salty semi-liquid like the finest wine. Frederic2 released her. She fell back and took in breath after breath of fresh air. The woman turned around, lifted her dress and pulled down her panties. She presented her love tunnel to her master and waited for the inevitable. Suddenly, she felt it. Frederic2's gigantic monster pressed at her entrance. She moaned and grunted as Frederic2 forced his cock inside her. Finally, it was as deep as it went. He slowly pulled out and smashed inside her with a blinding speed. The woman screamed as her vagina was so brutally entered. Frederic2 kept up this rhythm of slow withdrawal and fast entry, until the woman no longer could stand the abuse between her legs and climaxed. Frederic2 came immediately after she did.