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Choices	By : MistySummers Category: +1 through F > Dexter's Laboratory Views: 15742 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Dexters Laboratory, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Choices
- 2-Domination
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Enthroned in a shrine of towering spires, he was lying in wait. His silhouette relieved some of the oppressive dull red of the wall behind him. Through a small window high above him, a sliver of lightred red down onto the crown of his head and reflecting back. Apart from the reflection of the light from his glasses, this was the only visible part of him. But behind the shroud of darkness, he smirked.
With the push of several buttons, a giant monitor lit up, now bathing him in light. Squinting at the sudden brightness, he turned away from the monitor. He leapt up a flight of stairs to the lofty window high above to look down on his quarry. He pulled a lever, opening a doo the the ceiling, which released a half dozen little robots equipped with cameras into the air and out the window. Belying the darkness within his laboratory, in the world beyond, the sun was shining, and glinted off the chrome of these information-retrieval robots sailing across the street with calculated determination. Pleased with it all, Mandark raced back to the monitor with a swish of his cape.
The expansive screen was split into six squares, each displaying video, filmed by the robots outside. The one in the top left corner showed children playing in a yard, another a small white car, and another was intently focused on one home. Mandark eyed this one and pressed a button. All the other robots were soon focused on this home as well, and closed in on it. "At last, Dexter, I will find your weakness. Just as soon as my IRs find your lab!" Windows appeared on the monitor as the robots flew through them and searched.
Apparently, from there, the robots split up in all manner of directions. Mandark sighed and tapped his foot, confident that someone would see them. Dexter’s father’s head of short blond hair zoomed in and quickly out, and Mandark heaved another sigh, this one out of relief. At that moment, Mandark noticed that one of the monitors was black. Examining it closely, he could see flashes of light dashing from the bottom of the image to the top, and then the film lit up again. Vis now now were walls of metal casing and a table covered with objects submerged in jars. It was inside Dexter’s lab! Mandark pressed a button, again sending a signal to allow the other robots to find this one. "So much for artificial intelligence," he snorted, watching the robots file through doors, into what appeared to be the living room, down a floor vent, through a long, dark passage, and appeared again in the light.
Once regrouped, Mandark sent the robots off again, scouring the lab. On each of the six divisions of the screen, Mandark was able to see mysterious mechanized structures, bottles of fluid marked with a series of chemical symbols, and lab rats with a human ear or finger growing from their backs. Interesting though these discoveries were, Mandark paid them little attention. Instead, his concern was twofold: finding Dexter and a plan to raze his lab.
Minutes passed, and the monitor’s hum was the only sound to be heard. Impatient, Mandark gritted his teeth. "Where is that little gnome?" Dexter was nowhere to be seen in any of the sections of the screen. With a shrug, Mandark let it go. "Never mind him. If he isn’t here, he doesn’t deserve the chance to defend his puny little lab. I would have offered." It did simplify the situation to know that Dexter would not be part of the equation, but a problem still remained. "How will I go about this?"
Mandark’s mind filled with possibilities. Possibilities of reprogramming all of Dexter’s machinery to be responsive not to Dexter, but to himself. An interesting idea, but far too time consuming. Possibilities of simply taking everything of value and sabotaging the rest, leaving Dexter with nothing. Possibilities of… There was a flurry of motion from one of the cameras, the sound of a crash, followed by glass shattering, then nothing, and the picture went to black. Mandark leapt to his feet as he tried to piece together what might have happened. Another still functioning camera explained it all.
Gleefully pursuing the IRs as though they were butterflies, was DeeDee, the explanation and the answer. Not that either of these things mattered much to Mandark then; he was temporarily frozen as he watched her skipping and twirling. "DeeDee," he cooed, watching her every move. "Sublime. I should have thought of this before. It’s so simple and so perfect. And all Dexter can do is choose how he will let me win."E
Excited by the prospect of victory, Mandark set off. It made no difference now how he made his entrance, and he knew it. Even if Dexter was in his lab, it wouldn’t matter. This waslan lan that could only be thwarted if Dexter could physically catch him, and Mandark knew that under no circumstances would Dexter catch him. Steadfast in course and aim, he leapt into a black pod lined by barbs and intricate circuitry.
The window through which the IRs escaped opened once again, and Mandark soared purposefully through it. All barriers were broken; all that was left was entry to Dexter’s lab, which was done momentarily with a resounding and ruthless crash through the ceiling. Knowing but not particularly caring that Dexter had heard him, Mandark went ahead with his work, his confidence fueled by having the element of speed on his side. With a bird’s eye view of the lab as he hovered near the ceiling, Mandark scoured for DeeDee. Normally, he would have been sidetracked by the sight of all the equipment just below, and forgotten his purpose. Not this time. There was a deeper driving force than power. Power was a great motivator, but his lust for it came in second to his lust for DeeDee.
Catching sight of her standing before an unfinished mass of wires and bolts connected to an uncovered and unfinished project of Dexter’s, Mandark swooped down from above. His black hair whipped around his face, and his cape flew out behind him. With one hand, he steered the pod as he supported his glasses with the other to prevent them from falling. Amidst the torrent of thoughts circulating his brain at that moment was glory. A smirk spread across his face again, knowingly. The speed of his dive rivaled that of a hawk after prey, prey that idled unsuspecting on the ground.
By the time DeeDee sensed Mandark’s presence, there was no time to do anything about it. Mandark had slowed his descent and leveled off, so the pod was still a couple of feet off the ground. With some difficulty, he rose to his feet in the hovering pod, and grasped DeeDee by the wrist. She stood motionless in a mixture of shock and terror. Speaking as coolly as one can when turning a dream into a reality, Mandark whispered, "Surprised? I’m not." Regaining her awareness, DeeDee pulled back in an effort to free herself.
"Let go!" She looked around frantically. "Dexter, help! It’s M…"
In a motion that revealed more strength than he or DeeDee knew he was capable of, Mandark pulled her into the pod beside him, cupping a hand over her mouth. "The real world begins here. This has been a reality for me all along, but it will still seem like a dream to you." He pulled a lever and the pod rose back toward the ceiling. As the ascension began, the echo of footsteps could be heard from far below. These echoes were followed by those of Dexter’s voice.
"Mandark! Release DeeDee!" Dexter yelled to the pod far above him. Crazy as it sounds, I actually mean it, he thought to himself with a grim laugh. "Whatever you’re plotting, it ends now!" Much as Dexter wanted to make Mandark, DeeDee, and himself believe it, he knew he wasn’t convinced. He knew he was at a distinct disadvantage without a pod in which to pursue Mandark, and there was no time to locate one.
Leering down at Dexter, Mandark was not convinced either. "You’re in no position to threaten me! Not to mention I am giving you a choice. You didn’t take me seriously the first time, but I’ll give you another chance and motivate you a little more. Surrender your lab to me or surrender…" Mandark’s voice trailed off as he shifted his eyes to DeeDee. She recoiled from him, but did not speak. She did not dare. "…your sister. The choice is yours!" With his rhythmic laughter still echoing in Dexter’s lab, Mandark piloted the pod back to his own lab, leaving Dexter with his choices and fear of what would happen no matter what his decision turned out to be.
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