Sorry guys Internet was down so I'm doing this through my phone. But I did get three more stories you'll love. =]
I have heard the complaints about the confusion so I changed the main character's name. MP4
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A few hours earlier . . .
"Master, we've found her," a secretary told her boss.
"Are you positive it's her?" the Master growled. There had been a few . . . disappointments that he wasn't all too excited about that kept on happening and it had begun to get on his nerves. He was a strict man who only wanted success the way it's supposed to be done: on the first attempt.
"Yes, Master," the secretary bowed.
"Then bring her in," the Master ordered.
She opened the door and motioned for two guards to drag the woman in the room. She had a defiant face the Master would wipe off soon, but for now, he was content with letting her think she could still make it out alive. She had on some very old clothes, the type that had holes from moth eating it or from it being torn. As much as he was disgusted by it, he had to admit, he would never thought she would have stooped so low to use a disguise such as this. She actually looked like she had just started living on the streets. Her hands were empty, so the Master figured she could have only recently given the last of her precious items to another person. Not like it was going to stop him, though.
"What do you think of the view?" the Master inquired.
The view was really incredible. It wasn't the tallest building in the world, but the Architect Tower was tall enough to see Disneyworld from the twenty-fifth floor. The people below looked like little bugs from this height and he was quite pleased with that. All he needed was a wish to grow to a humongous size and then he'd stomp like crazy. Wish, he thought, a smile coming to his face. He wiped it off instantly. A grown man like him had put all his childish interests behind him. The only thing, or, in this case, things, that interested him now was what this woman used to have in her possession.
"Please, have a seat," he requested after gesturing for his bodyguards to leave. The secretary stayed by the door, as if she had no choice but to be there, with a somewhat crooked grin on her face. "Your transport here was comfortable, right?"
"What do you want?" the woman snapped. His smile twitched at her tone.
"I believe we both know what I want," the Master replied. He pulled a flute from underneath his desk and waved it the lady. Her eyes widened in shock. He got another one, again.
"Where did you get that?!" she hissed.
"A recent rising star in the film industry gave this to me," the Master stated. "At first, she looked a lot like you when I 'happened' to pass by. I took pity on the girl and promised her I could get her in if she gave me something that meant the world to her. And that was this."
She clearly knew who he was talking about. Her defiant attitude was gone now and its place was a muzzled lioness fresh from the savannah. He should make this a hobby; making people feel helpless and defenseless. He watched the woman think, knowing that she would try and stop him from achieving his goal: to acquire every last relic she handed out to simple minded fools.
"Your plan is futile, you know," she suddenly said.
"What makes you so sure?" he asked. He honestly didn't think she'd try to demoralize him, but his spirits were too high to come down to the moderate level.
"A Master is only allowed one genie," the woman smirked. "But you already know that. A genie will not obey a man or woman if he or she already has a genie."
"Oh, I know that," the Master grinned right back. "I plan on making a few friends sometime soon and I want to make sure they know the power I have and the power I can give them."
"That is not you decision to make! It is mine!"
"Oh, I know that . . . Matchmaker, but let's face it, you've been giving these genies to kids."
"Actually, they're adults."
"Adults?! That's an insult to every respectable adult out there! The 'adults' you've been giving genies to want nothing more than sex whenever they please. Sex, riches, and vengeance is all they want. If they can get that without a genie, why should they have one?!"
"Not everyone wants those things, you know."
"I'd like to see you find one."
"I did. I found one thirty-two years ago who said he wanted nothing more than to detach from society and live in peace and quiet. Remember him?"
"Don't you warp my words. I SAID I'd rather leave this criminal infested city with nothing on my back than live in luxury."
"And yet your still here," the Matchmaker said.
"If you give a guy a genie with unlimited wishes, what on earth makes you think he'd move if he could just better his enviroment?" the Master shrugged.
"And now you're practically doing the same thing countless men before you have done," she stated.
"Look, Matchmaker, obviously you think I'm taking things down a dark and dirty road. I'm not," the Master said. "I'm just making sure I can put a few 'good' men in business who want nothing more than to better society. And, as a reward to those men with such dreams, I'll give them a genie to hold onto."