A Way Out (Queen of the Robots Chapter 4)

Seredon rubbed his arm.  Why did Percius had to be so mean to him? After all, he was serving that Meeca.  Percius punched the robot again.  "You will learn to speak in a better manner, robot!" he screamed.  Seredon's face scrunched up.  He crossed his arms.  "Make me." he taunted.  Percius growled and stalked away.  Seredon laughed as he took the tray of food to Drinmeeca.  "She'd love to hear about this, I suppose." he told himself.

He opened the door with his metal hand and flicked on the lights.  Drinmeeca was already awake.  She was looking out the window and combing her black hair.  She turned around, and finding it was Seredon, smiled.  "Hey, Seredon." she greeted.  The robot shrugged, putting the tray down.  "So Percius beat me up today.  He does that to all of the others, but I'm the only one that talks back." he said.

"You're quite the rebellious one, you are." Drinmeeca said.

"I don't like him."

"Me neither, Seredon.  But the thing is, we can't get out of here."

"I'll find a way.  I promise, Meeca.  Now you should eat." Seredon guestured to the tray.

Drinmeeca sat down and ate the same food as before.  Seredon stalked out of the room.  "Seredon? That name isn't safe for you.  What should I call you?" she asked.  "Er, I like Seredon.  But I know that my Master Tom wanted me to be named Michael.  So I'll be Michael." he replied.

The girl shrugged and kept eating.  "Bye, Michael." she said.  "Bye, Drinmeeca." he replied.  Seredon closed the door and ran around the building.  He scanned each place for a way out.  A hand grasped his shoulder suddenly and he was pulled down.  A flashlight was shined into his face.  Seredon groaned.  It was Percius.  "What are you doing here? Running an errand?" he sneered.  The robot stood up and punched the boy.  "Mind your own business, king." he sneered.  Percius groaned, "Treason! Treason towards your king!"

Seredon laughed and ran back into the kitchen.  Mildred and Samathon stared at him blankly.  "Hey, I got work to do.  Get out of the way, robots." he grinned.  The robot pushed the two away and ran into the kitchen.  The cook stared at him and went back to her work.  Seredon stole some knives and scissors while she wasn't looking.  "Hey, cook, look! A pig!" he said.  The human cook stared at the ceiling blankly while Seredon ran back into Drinmeeca's room.

He opened the door quickly and shut it.  Drinmeeca looked up at Seredon.  "Hey, Seredon." she said. The robot laid the knives and scissors down on the table.  The girl's eyes grew wide and she stared at Seredon.  "We're busting out tonight?!" she almost yelled.  "Shush, Meeca.  Yes, I found a way."  Seredon replied.  Drinmeeca grinned.  She thought of her home, and after thinking of home, she thought of her mother.  "Oh, there's a problem, Seredon.  My mother." she said sadly.  Seredon looked at her, his head moving forward a bit.  "You're mother? Tolomeer, I presume?" he asked.

"Yes, my Tolomeer mother." she replied.

Seredon rested his hand on her shoulder.  "Don't worry," he said. "I already know where she is."  Drinmeeca's eyes grew wide and she leaned forward.  "Where?" she asked.

"She's the cook, Meeca.  I see her every day." he said.

Drinmeeca laughed and jumped out of her seat.  she jumped around and sang, "My mother's the cook!"  Seredon shrugged, "Well, the cook for Percius at least."   Drinmeeca grinned and began to change.  She stuffed other clothes in a bag she found in the closet.  Seredon tucked the knives and scissors into the bag's closet.

"We leave tonight." Seredon grinned.

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