Second Interlude

“Would you look at that… another of those imbeciles falling for Minors… that’s pathetic and disgusting” spat the extremely old and weary MAJOR at his television, which was silently showing another news report about that stupid #minirthingsmattertoo.

“Yes indeed, Mister Waid” replied Alexandra Sloop automatically.

“It’s the fault of that depraved brat, Shannon Matthewson… That bitch pushed her campaign to promote the rights of those animals… She’s too fucking young to know what those pests are capable off!”

“You are quite correct, Mister Waid” offered her secretary quite calmly even as he was pounding her hard from behind.

Damn, those youngsters are all enormous, thought the hundred and thirty-seven year old MAJOR. Ever since the era those weaklings in the government had called “The Dark Age”, his people had went on growing and growing. It was proof enough in his mind that his father and his friends had been right to try and purge the Earth from those pesky creatures called Minors. But instead of finishing the deed and finally getting rid of those little shits, MAJORS had lost it and were all fawning over them.

“Don’t think that I’m not understanding that you don’t feel all pleased about what we are doing right now, Sloop” groaned Howard John Waid.

“It’s not my fault that you aren’t as big as younger MAJORS sir” replied Alexandra, turning her stunning face, heart-shaped, with big blue eyes and long blonde hair toward him, a mocking grin on her face.

“Keep mocking me and you and your pathetic family will return to the slum where I found you…” threatened Howard, his voice full of hatred.

The 2m50 (8f2) old MAJOR smiled when all color drained from the twenty-seven years old and 2m69 (8f8) face, mere seconds before she looked away. She even went as far as moaning in false pleasure, but it was enough for Waid to know that he had put her in her place. He had selected her for her looks, and her impeccable lineage, but that was all, and she had to learn to shut it. The Sloop had no known Minor in their ancestry and were extremely poor, all of which made her a suitable vessel for his seed, and the future mother of another of his extremely numerous bastards.

Satisfied that his secretary was safely put in her place he groaned in pleasure and released another of his load into her. He kept fucking her, all the while surveying the newsfeeds. Since the launching of the heinous #minorthingsmattertoo movement, it was impossible to avoid learning that some MAJORS were pushing for Minors in proper schools, jobs and a whole of domains where the animals had no place.

Some of them even wanted to push for the creatures to have voting rights, which was an aberration. If those walking stain on the DNA of MAJORS were allowed to participate in politic in any way, shape or form, it would be the end of the Western World and the United States of America as a City on the Hill, lighting the way for better tomorrows for all of Mankind… true humans, that is, not the homunculus that mimicked their perfect forms.

It still pained him that the contributions made by his beloved father, Arnold Constantine Waid, had to remain unsung. Only he and a couple of MAJORS just as old as he was knew that the Waid family had played an active part in exterminating the inferior creatures out of Pennsylvania. Without them and a lot of other good peoples around the world, the MAJORS would have been crushed under a true tide of those vermin. That’s what his dad had told him, and he had no reason to think he was wrong, even more than a century after the facts.

“I really think that what Miss Matthewson is doing is great and I hope that everyone will give her their support” suddenly said a voice he knew far too well. “Only by working toward a better world for Minors can be achieve a better world for ourselves.”

“Hey, isn’t it your son? God, he’s so fucking hot… I bet he must have one hell of a dick…” moaned Alexandra, dropping the remote control, looking lovingly at the face of Joaquim Waid, the seventh son and ninth children he had with his first wife, until she ran away to live with a Minor. That she had had the gall that the little thing loved her more than him because he never even though about hitting her had hurt him badly. He was the man of the house, and he had to be able to enforce it, even with his fists, if needed.

It was how he had become a billionaire in the building industry. He had beaten the shit out of a lot of competitors, and it had worked well. Alas, Joaquim had taken after his mother, who had stolen him from his father when he was barely six years old and he was soft on the small thingies. Which was especially infuriating, considering that he was one of the few hundreds of MAJORS to have already underwent the next correct step in their evolution.

It was something that Howard had truly come to believe after discovering that the number of gigantic MAJORS far surpassed what he had long believed to be. They were the true next step in their kind’s evolution, not those bastardized Tiers 3, who were so attuned to Minors and that stupid bonding. No MAJORS over 12 feet had displayed those abilities so far, and the CEO of Waid Fund and many other companies was almost certain that it was due to the purity of their blood.

When he had discovered that one of his son was among them, he had created a following, gathering like-minded MAJORS who actually worshipped their lineage and its purity. None of them had Minors in their family tree, and all hoped to one day boast a giant, those Howard called the Cyclopeans, among their kin. He had even managed to lure two or so dozens of the gigantic MAJORS, and convinced them to only reproduce among themselves to perpetuate their glorious mutations. And over the decades all of their mating had produced similar offspring, and it was now his calling to perpetuate their kind. One day, you will inherit the Earth, what a shame that you and your wife fail to understand it, Joaquim…

At 5m15 (16f9), he was an impressive specimen of a MAJOR, a giant among giants, like his current girlfriend, another Hollywood actress from Israel, Yuval Askalovitch, who was almost as tall, at 5m9 (16f7). The two were truly a sight to behold, but they were rotten to the core, supporting wholeheartedly the Matthewson’s campaign. That’s why he had cut all ties with his son and removed him from his will.

“Oh god, how come you gave birth to such a colossus?” moaned Alexandra.

“I fucked his mother just like him fucking you, stupid cow. Now shut up, I need to think!”

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“So… what calls did we miss while we were busy?” asked Howard, straightening his bowtie.

“Hum… let’s see… Harold called, he must really want to have a dinner with you…”

“That idiot need money, it’s what it is. He fucked up big time when trying to acquire The Madison Range market. I had told him that nothing good would ever come out of this swampy shit of a piece of land. Let him deal with the loss, if he managed to remain afloat for one month straight, then I’ll see him.”

“Okay… Then, the next one, it’s… it’s from your wife, sir. Do you want to listen to it?”

“No thank you. She’s probably still ranting about the fact that one of the little bastards has fucked up or something and the want them out of the house. But I refuse to let them out. Better to keep them in.”

“Oww, you must really like your doggies sir” said Alexandra.

“I sure do” lied the older MAJOR.

He thanks the decades of hard work he had done hiding from the world that he had sired three Minors, with just as much women. Thankfully, one of them was over sixty years old now and would probably die soon, considering that he kept complaining about how difficult it was to breath and that he had chronic pain in his chest. The other two, two thirty-something year old girls were more of a problem. He had found them being used as sex toy by the youngest of his true children, and it was something he really wanted to put a stop at before they got used to it.

“And finally… there is a call from CNN. I’ve no idea why they would call thought.”

“Play it” ordered Howard.

“Mr. Waid?” asked a deep masculine voice. “I’m John Guest, from CNN. We would have liked to invite you to a debate the current Equal Rights for Minors’ campaign in three months. Could you please call me back as soon as possible? My number is…”

Howard leaned forward and cut the message short. Without a word, he made clear that Alexandra had to exit the room and the young woman promptly left. He was used to the look of disgust on her face, it was how most of the younger generations reacted to his pale, wrinkled skin, his cold flesh and his general look of a carrion bird. Such disrespect and ungratefulness… without me and peoples like my dad, we would be the ones under the boot of the Minors, used as slaves… He quickly called back CNN.

“John Guest speaking” promptly answered the same deep voice which had spoken second before.

“Mr. Waid here” said the old MAJOR in a grunt.

“Oh, well, thanks to calling me so promptly sir. I guess you’ve heard my message if you’re calling back?”

“Indeed I have, and I would like to know more about this debate you spoke about. I’m not willing to go and get myself insulted or mocked by young upstarts or being thrown to be laughed at for your audience…”

“Let me assure you that it isn’t your intention sir. We have some really big thing coming, something to allow all the viewpoints concerning the campaign to promote the position of Minors in our society, and, well, let’s face it, you’ve been one of the most, if not the most vocal, but articulate opponent of this movement, and we think that it would be a waste to not allow you to confront the people behind the start of this campaign.

“You want me to face Shannon Matthewson?” asked a bewildered Mr. Waid.

He couldn’t believe how lucky he was. He had tried to force something like that for a very long time, and had been met with failure at every turn, to the point that he had actually lost hope to fight the tide of support for Minors. And now, it was offered on a silver platter, by peoples he mostly despised. There had to be a trap, a catch, anything to make him fall.  They wouldn’t really want me to face their champion like that, they have to know that I would trounce her and all her arguments, he reasoned.

“Yes Mr. Waid. We think that as the figurehead for the pushback to more… traditional, let’s say, view on Minors, it would be incredibly important that you got a chance to reach to our audience and truly articulate why you think that what’s happening is bad and dangerous, you know?”

“And you would guarantee me that the debate wouldn’t be skewed in the favor of Shannon Matthewson?”

“Yes sir. I understand that you may be suspicious, I mean, I know our channel hasn’t exactly been too kind about you, but we really want to be as impartial as possible. You would be allowed to bring someone with you to support you, since Miss Matthewson said that she would be accompanied by one of her ambassadors for Minorkind.”

“Interesting… Listen, it’s far too soon for me to make a decision right here, right now. Send me the details of the debate and I’ll let you know how I feel about it, and what changes may be needed before I would set a foot in your studios. Do we have an understanding?”

“Yes Mr. Waid, thank you for the time you gave me. You’ll receive all the necessary information in the upcoming hours, tomorrow morning at worst.”

“Perfect. Have a nice day Mr. Guest.”

“And you too, Mr. Waid.”

Howard spent the several next minutes in silent contemplations. It was an opportunity he couldn’t allow to go to waste. He had to find the best way to convince the world that Minors weren’t the harmless little creatures that they pretended to be. He had to bring with him a witness of their perfidy and desire to kill them all, and that making sure that they remained in a state of submission was the only solution if truly MAJORS hadn’t the stomach to end them once and for all, in a glorious holocaust to remove the taint from their genes. Thankfully, he knew who to call.

“Ada? It’s me, Howard” he said in a soft and enticing tone, the one he usually used only when he wanted to lure a young and attractive woman into his arms.

“Oh, hello Howie! I didn’t expect you to call me this late!” chirped a high-pitched and slightly annoying voice.

“Well, what can I say…? I got an opportunity to offer you a present, and I had to call you right away!”

“A present? What kind?”

“Well… I should appear on the tv in three months to try and debunked that filthy campaign for Minor’s rights and all, and I got to bring with me someone to support me. And considering your family’s history, how one of those little bastard killed your poor brother, I thought that you would like to be that someone.”

“You’re not kidding? I could really go on tv and tell the whole world the story of Joseph? Really?”

“Yes, really indeed my dear. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to finally clear his name, and yours?” added the old MAJORS with a wry smile.

“You bet it would be! Where do I sign?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep you in touch. In fact, why don’t you come back at my tower in Phily tomorrow? We could… peruse over the fine prints, if you know what I mean?” offered Howard lecherously.

“You want to make me pregnant with another of your babies? Oh, Howie, honey, you just have to call for that, you know it! I love having sex with you, and your stories are so enlightening!” laughed Ada Mac Ferlan.