She only remembered the incident in flashes. What she remembered most about it was the hatred she felt. She'd woken up to blood on her hands and him laying dead on the floor of the apartment. Served him right. But now, she was on a transport ship, headed for slam. Short trip so no cryo-sleep. The mercs had brought her onboard in bit and chains. She had barely been able to carry the weight of them. They took the bit out of her mouth, but they chained her to the floor of the cell she was in. This meant she had to stay in a crouch most of the time. Her legs were cramping now and she couldn't get her long black hair to stay out of her face. With her eyes, she'd seen the kids hiding in the shadows. They threw rocks and scrap pieces of metal at her, thinking she couldn't see them. But naturally shined eyes will do that to you, won't they?
She was sweaty and tired, but she couldn't go to sleep. The mercs had left her alone in the underbelly of the ship, but she'd seen the way they looked at her and she didn't trust them at all. She was dozing on her knees when she heard the swish of clothing as someone came near the cell. She looked up. It wasn't one of the mercs, but this guy looked like he could have been one. Tall, muscled, shaved head, dressed all in black. But the most intriguing thing about him was his eyes. They were shined, but they probably weren't in-born like hers. He was probably special forces or something on his way home for a while. He hung back in the shadows, his breathing quiet. She looked down at her bonded hands and jerked the chains.
"You think I can't see you?" She bit out harshly. All he did was chuckle a little. If he was surprised, he didn't show it. After a moment, he spoke.
"You're a little young to be in chains... What'd you do? Steal from the candy store?" He was just playing mind games and she knew it. Guys like him got a kick out of messing with someone's mind. Well, she wasn't biting. Like this guy didn't already know what she'd done.
"I killed a guy...", she said softly, shrugging as if it were nothing really important. Again, he laughed.
"What'd you do him for? Too bad in bed?" His voice was deep and resonant. I shook my head.
"The bastard raped my baby sister...", she whispered. He didn't laugh this time. Just cocked his head to one side and looked at her, studying her.
"You know we're in a ghost lane... Lotta pirates out here these days. Maybe somebody will come a jack the ship...", he said. She didn't reply. She just looked at her chains and shook them again. He walked away without saying another word to her. Which was okay. She didn't feel like being poked at by free people. They had no idea, no idea at all. They didn't know anything about her.