Bare Trees

"Bare Trees" is the third episode in Season One of.

Synopsis
Chris Wellington is held captive by Alchem. The group runs into some trouble.

Prologue
"The last we saw them, one of our trucks had rammed into them from the side and threw them into the forest."

The trench-coated man, standing still as he stood on the side of the road and surveyed the forest in front of him, began to speak into the cell phone again.

"We've searched the woods for the wreckage, but have yet to find anything. Wherever they ended up, it sure isn't anywhere near here."

"I see," the voice of Gabriel Alchemilia replied slowly. After a few moments of silence, he spoke again. "For now, call off the search. We'll begin a new search in the morning with more men. Finding the laptop is our top priority now. The teens are most likely dead."

Chris Wellington
Chris looked around the dimly-lit room that he was in. Looking around the featureless space before him was all he could do, for he had been locked in this room for, seemingly, ages. After finishing his conversation with Gabriel Alchemilia, some Alchem workers had escorted him to this storage room. Chris did not have the confidence to try and resist.

Emerging from the floor he had been lying down on, he peered through the window to see what seemed to be dark pavement, illuminated by nothing but the moon. Suddenly, a hushed noise. Footsteps. It may have been Gabriel, but whoever it was, Chris knew calling for help was a bad idea.

Light started to fill the room as Chris heard the sound of a door opening behind him. He turned around to investigate.

Standing in the doorway was a set of three figures. Two gray, identical metal humanoids with patterned lights on their chest and thin limbs stood on either side of a bulky figure. The one in the middle wore a red suit of armor with a fogged helmet of glass that covered their face. "Chris Wellington, I think you're ready. Please follow me," The middle figure said in a muffled voice.

"Ready?" Chris replied, unsure of the identity of those before him. "Who are you? What is going on?"

"I need you to come out and follow us. I'll answer your questions then." They replied slowly, not making use of any gestures in their speech.

Chris felt uneasy as he listened to the request. Though he feared whatever was planned for him, the android did not want to remain in the small space he was in forever. "Okay, let's go."

The figure nodded and gestured for Chris to approach him. As Chris took some steps closer, the identical humanoids began to shift their positions. They slowly seemed to move closer together, away from the person in the armor. "Go in between these two and we'll take you to where you need to be." Chris nodded at the man's words, going between the two metal figures as the armored figure shut the door behind them.

Chris started to follow the figure in red, carefully escorted by the two bodies of metal on his side. As they continued through a white, bleak corridor lined with a series of numbered doors, Chris decided now would be an appropriate time to ask questions.

"Do you care to explain what activity you're preparing me for?" He asked.

"Fine," the person in armor replied, their voice displaying a hint of amusement. "You'll be taken to a room where Dr. Alchemilia is waiting for you. We'll be having a look at your emotions there."

Chris froze. "You — who even are you?"

"Well, since I said I was going to answer: Baptiste Rousseau. I am a director of Alchemilia Robotics. The two things next to you are androids that were transferred here," the man explained. Chris took a moment to look at those beside him, somewhat interested that there existed others like him.

"As I was saying, we'll be undergoing some tests to understand your emotions better. Once that's done, we'll be copying some things and uploading it into one of our servers."

Chris thought about the man's words. Though he intended to cooperate as much as possible for his safety, Chris feared what could happen if Alchemilia got access to his thoughts and emotions. "Is there any way I could get out of this?" Chris asked.

"Weren't you told you had ‘no choice'?" Baptiste questioned Chris, "Your fate was decided the moment you arrived here. There is no escaping it, unfortunately."

Chris pondered Baptiste's stern words for a moment. "I suppose you're right.."

"Right," responded Baptiste as they began to approach a corner, "You're a permanent business partner with Alchemilia now. It would be counterproductive for them to try and harm you, so just keep quiet and accept whatever's coming to you." - Chris found himself in a spacious area as Baptiste continued to escort him and the two androids. He followed them to the middle of the room, where the group stopped in front of some decor. Two long gold-plated couches and a table separating them in the middle, with Gabriel Alchemilia seated on one, a wine glass in his left hand. Gabriel was now dressed in different attire — a purple dress suit — from Chris' earlier encounter with him, suggesting to the android that quite a bit of time had passed. On the other couch sat an old man, bent with age and dressed in lab clothes. The old man eyed Chris as they walked closer.

"Ah, Chris, nice of you to join us here," Gabriel said, pouring from a bottle of champagne into his glass. "I'd like you to meet my guest, Dexter Wellington."

"Never thought I'd see the day," the elderly scientist smiled as he got up and held out a hand. "Chris Wellington in the flesh — well, not flesh, but I think you get the idea."

"Dexter is the only living descendant of Andrew Wellington," Gabriel explained as Chris and the old man shook hands. "Only fair for him to perform the analysis."

Dexter chuckled softly. "Yeah, that's right." He pulled a small, green device out of his pocket. It appeared to be a cordless pulse oximeter.

"Obviously, this isn't exactly what it looks like. This device will detail your emotions for us."

Chris took the device and put it on his fingertip. The Alchemilia insignia appeared on the display, with an empty progress indicator beneath it. "How long is this going to take?"

"We've got quite a bit of time to kill. Take a seat, Chris. It's time we had a chat about your future," Gabriel said.

Chris reluctantly did as instructed.

"Gabe's been telling me you've taken the opportunity of a lifetime," Dexter began. "Same rank and title as him, is that right?"

"Yeah, that's correct."

"Man, you've got it good. Y'know what I'd give to be in your shoes?"

"No."

Before Dexter could continue, one of the androids approached the couch. "Dr. Alchemilia, the video conference with Director Pavlovic is beginning. If you're busy at the moment, we can reschedule."

"No, it's fine," Dexter said. "Don't make him wait, Gabe. This'll take so long we won't be halfway done when you get back."

Gabriel smirked. "He's right. I'll be on my way." He sat down his drink and left the room.

Dexter looked up at Baptiste who stood idly by. "Rousseau, was it? Thank you for handling him. Dismissed."

Baptiste nodded and exited the room upon Dexter's request, the two androids following behind him.

With the two now alone, Dexter gestured for Chris to sit next to him. "Come here, Chris, let me tell you something."

The android got out of his seat and sat next to the older man. "I don't need to tell you that this isn't gonna be easy. You're going to be at the head of Thales leading technology company without any prior business experience. If I was Gabe, you wouldn't be my first choice. Then again, I'm not Gabe, so what do I know?"

There was an awkward silence for a moment before Chris quietly admitted, "I don't want this."

"What, you're gonna pass this up?"

Chris sighed. "I'd like to, but Alchemilia's already made it clear that I don't have a choice."

"So, being able to do something for the good of all mankind doesn't interest you. Would you rather sit idly and watch as the angels and demons destroy what little remains of civilization?" Dexter's response was quick and blunt.

"I obviously don't want that to happen, but —"

"But what? This is the path forward, Chris, there is no alternative. Gabriel has the ability to restore order, even in spite of the menaces that threaten us daily. Had it not been for him, I doubt any trace of humanity would still be here, 300 years after the Great War began."

Chris was furious. The closest thing he had to a family member was telling him to give up and disregard his own choice.

"I still don't trust Alchemilia. I'd like to, I really would, but nothing he's done indicates I should trust him. He showed me his facility and then asked if I would like to join him. I politely declined, only to be carried off. Next thing I know, I've been held in solitary confinement for some unclear period of time.

"Don't I deserve the ability to make my own choice? You're at least trying to persuade me to consider, Alchemilia didn't bother with that step. He thought I was just another emotionless robot servant made to obey his every command. Odd, considering he only took an interest in me due to my complex emotions. Do you really, honestly, feel like Alchemilia knows what's best for mankind if he won't bother to let me do anything on my own?"

Dexter smiled. "No. I just wanted to be sure I was giving up this job for someone who wanted to escape."

The protagonists
Savannah felt her body on a leather mat as her eyes peered open into darkness. She tried to move, but was restricted by a strong headache and what felt like a body. Gritting her teeth, Savannah used her hands and searched for a grip in the darkness. After feeling what seemed like the top of a car seat, she used what little strength she had to push herself upward. Sitting upright, she allowed herself to adjust to her surroundings.

Savannah made out the body of Atticus to her right. With his face planted into his legs, the boy was shoved against the car door. Melissa could be made out from the front, her body unmoving and trapped by airbags. Scanning the enclosure for Marshall, she failed to see any sign of him. Maybe he got out?

Noticing the car door was largely intact still, Savannah pushed it forward with what little strength she had left, opening it wide enough for her to slip out and onto the ground.

Landing on her knees, she turned around to look back at the van. She noticed it was slammed up against a large tree, all the windows shattered and the rearview mirrors hanging on by small threads.

Propped up by rigid, angular branches stabbed through his clothing, Marshall Rooke began to cough. Blood shot out in small flecks while also dripping down his split lip. As he moved his hand closer to his eyes, his blurred vision made out small cuts and peeled skin, revealing the raw flesh beneath. Though he attempted to groan in pain, the effort to do so simply made him dizzy with pain.

Biting down on his tongue, he mustered the strength to lift himself off of the fallen tree he lay against. Marshall could now see what had become of the car. Feeling a sense of déjà vu, he began limping over to it and noticed a figure knelt by the side of the van. Quickening his pace, ignoring the pain he felt, he walked closer to them and noticed it was a feminine figure, their features barely noticeable in the dark.

"Hey?" He spoke softly, hoping to catch their attention.

Hearing him speak, the figure slowly turned her head to look at him. With some faint visibility, Marshall was able to recognize Savannah, relief and worry etched on her features.

"Marshall, you're safe!" She cried out, the strain in her voice evident. Standing up warily, she placed her hand on the car door. "We have to get them out, I don't know if they're alive or not. But we have to."

"Yes," he replied through a wheeze, "Did you have a chance to look at them? What's it look like in there?"

"It's pretty dark and hard to see, but I saw Melissa under some airbags and Atticus against the door," Savannah replied.

Mulciber was starving.

The land of the hornless once provided plants and animals of unimaginable variety that were nothing like those of Eden. It was wonderful while it lasted, but the decades had eroded the count until there was little left over. Humans, in particular, had become increasingly difficult to hunt. It was not only their rarity: they were always armed and armored.

Xeren must have heard his cries, because the four humans he was stalking were completely alone and unprepared. They appeared injured, even. It would be too easy. Mulciber silently thanked his god for the upcoming feast.

Marshall clenched his shirt as he and Savannah walked over to the car's driver seat door. Dim lighting from the moon allowed the two to see the mass of airbags that obstructed the view inside.

"How are we gonna get her out?" Savannah asked, standing behind Marshall.

"Just gonna need something to —" Marshall looked around his surroundings before he reached forward and pulled back a glass shard from the shattered windshield. "— pop the airbag with."

Moving quickly, he slashed several cuts around the airbags, deflating them in a matter of seconds. Cutting the seat belt around Melissa's waist, he looked back at Savannah. "Are you gonna come help or what? You handle getting her out, I'll get Atticus."

"Okay, okay," Savannah said, tired. Moving past Marshall, she grabbed both of Melissa's arms and pulled her forward, removing her from the seat and sitting her against the side of it. Placing her hand on Melissa's neck, she felt a faint pulse.

"She's alive."

Marshall, barely hearing the words of his companion, pulled open the side door to examine Atticus' state.

"Oh, come on, you bastard," Marshall grunted as he grabbed the boy's shoulder to pull him forward. Feeling the touch, Atticus stirred and slowly moved his body upwards, groaning in pain.

Resting his head against the back of his seat, Atticus looked at Marshall and spoke quietly, in a hoarse voice. "What happened?"

"We had a simple car wreck, but you're fine. I was thrown out the window and no one came to save me. Are you able to move your legs?"

Atticus nodded. "I think so, they hurt though."

"Of course they do. But let's get going."

Placing his hand on the side of his seat, Atticus pushed upwards and walked out of the van with small steps, his legs feeling sore and heavy. He placed his hand against the van for support once he was out.

"We're… in the woods now?"

"Simple car wreck," Marshall replied, moving back towards Savannah, who was awake and alert now, but still seated.

"Everyone seems to be okay, thank goodness," Savannah was saying to Melissa as he walked up.

Hearing rustling among the bushes near them, Marshall turned his attention to them before speaking to the group. "I know we're still in pain and such, but it will probably be a good idea for us to go now. Alchem might be looking for us still and..." Watching the bushes, he dropped the sentence.

Journeying through the woods, the four helped support each other as they walked.

Gripping Melissa's arm, Savannah spoke up. "Maybe we can head to my home?"

Marshall shook his head. "No, that's not safe. Alchem knows your names now, they could easily check your homes." He turned his head a bit, taking notice of a few lights through the trees. "Streetlamps. That means we've made it to the city." Excitedly, he pushed through the brush, to be met with a metal spike placed against his throat.

Looking around, Marshall realized his mistake. There was no city in sight, with the only light coming from lanterns held by hunched individuals, clad in grey, beaten down armor. The helmets could only be likened to that of a hungry piranha, or perhaps a ravenous bird. The assumed leader, who was dressed in metallic green armor that covered their whole body and therefore hid their identity, held the lance to Marshall's neck. Cocking their helmeted head to the side, feigning confusion, they whispered to Marshall in a hoarse voice.

"Children shouldn't be running off from the city at this time of night, should they?" One of their subordinates growled as Marshall stood frozen in fear. "Don't worry. As penance for your... Sins... You'll be having a little playdate with Mulciber."

Epilogue
Pavlovic was considering whether he could get away with threatening the android who had told him the administrator was busy when Alchemilia finally arrived.

"Ah, Dr. Alchemilia, so glad you could make it after all."

"Try and make this quick, Pavlovic," Gabriel said. "I put an important conference on hold for this."

"Yes, of course," Pavlovic barely avoided rolling his eyes. Gabriel was well aware of his strict schedule; he should have been more considerate of the Bio-engineering Department's work.

"Project Voight is proceeding as planned, we've already given the order to move the product to Remnant Rock — but…"

"But what, Pavlovic?"

"If you can't get us a copy of the Wellington android's database, I'm not sure how we can proceed with Project Watchdog. Isn't that your number one priority?"