(Dear readers-The German usage here is not meant to be offensive here. I used a translator because my knowledge of German words is 'Nein' and that's it…and Nazi is just used because Zen likes giving her cousin a hard time about being a 'Nazi' and he had moved from the German part of the planet "Nazidorf" which I created long ago so please don't criticize on that…oh and the wonderful germaphobic alien mentioned in this chapter is copyright to my good friend Mech-Maker. please look him up on Deviantart and please R/R)
Zen clenched her eyes shut as she buried her face into her pillow, stained with blood from the night before.
Being unable to sleep, she had beaten her head into the metal bedpost. It didn't succeed in doing much, but it calmed her down and knocked her out.
She stared into the darkness of the room, total darkness, all around her.
Zen picked up an object that fit in her palm and turned it on, her smooth hands clenching around the handle.
She prodded it with her finger and it began to glow an eerie blue light that showed her face and made her eyes seem like they were purple.
Zen leaned upward, the soothing glow of the screen of the object she was holding lit her face as she prodded and poked it, all while letting her blanket fall from around her body which was only dressed in her under-suit.
Vexen under-suits vary depending on the person. It clings to their skin and activates to come off when it comes into contact with a liquid called Hydrophedamin a water based liquid high in carbon dioxide and hydrogen as well as other small particles.
Zen's under-suit had no collar and was made out of a latex rubber fabric that was dark red with a black waist line.
The sleeves that hide under her turtle neck are dark gray and do not cover her hands.
Over the chest she wore an extra piece of shiny green fabric, unlike most females, it was a stretchy rubber that was made specifically for the downplay of body parts.
Most females that use it, use it on their stomachs to appear less thick around the midriff.
Zen, disliking her unusual bust size, decided that instead of getting an extremely risky surgery done to decrease it she would just put on the strap.
It matches her skin and changes the shape or size of the body but keeps it looking natural (not that anyone else would ever see it.)
She squints at the glowing monitor in front of her, reading the writing that appeared on it, she read the words in a whisper,
"A breaking news report has finally gotten information proving the thesis about the whereabouts of the famous murderer 'Deg.' Zen smirked slightly at what she read, She had a run-in with this one before. Anything the little germaphobic could inflict was nothing compared to what Zen could do with her powers, "No one knows where he will have gone but he is unarmed. This doesn't mean that he is not dangerous. Stay indoors at all costs…"
Zen rolled her eyes at the thought of Deg getting captured; it would serve the little creep right.
Zen's eyes began to glaze over and she swallowed a mouthful of lavender colored saliva that had begun to bubble up in her mouth. Zen stood up and hopped gently onto the ground, doing her best not to wake her cousins, whom she lived with.
She felt the cold hard metal against her smooth skin as she walked. To her right was her cousin Mic's bed he was sleeping with his tongue hanging out of his mouth and one bare arm hanging off of the bed. His bare chest heaved in and out as he lay dreaming of (most likely) far-off planets. "No! Mommy! I didn't do it!" he muttered tiredly in his sleep.
To her left was her other cousin's bed. His name was Viper and he snored loudly as he lay in a very uncomfortable looking position on his bed. He was wearing gray boxers and no shirt and drool poured from his mouth as he slept.
Zen made her way passed them and went to the food supply counter of her home.
Her cousin Emo had access to an ample supply of money and so he kept people working at the counters daily and nightly.
At the counter of a small bar, was a small female with large red eyes and feminine black makeup, her antennae went into a pointed square and then curled in curly cues all the way down to the bottom of her back. She was wearing a long gray jacket with a pleated skirt and a name tag that said 'Getra'
One thing that Emo preferred was that his workers all wore shades of gray or black or possibly brown.
"Hello..." Zen muttered as she struggled onto her barstool.
"It is mein honor to serve you. What is your craving Fräulein?" she whispered quietly in her accent which was fake of course, but she wanted to live up to the standards of the fancy Vexen's.
She thought that she was speaking in Vexiet a beautiful form of Vexen speaking. However she was speaking in the Nazi Vexen's native tongue.
Zen licked back the bubbled spit in her mouth, "just some bottled Wodka tonight please Getra…" she said in an equally soft tone.
"I'm afraid we're all out of it for now Fräulein" she smiled in a womanly way that she had.
Zen nodded and turned on the barstool nervously. Her pointed antennae were going in two different directions due to her bed-head and her eyes were half-lidded and she looked very tired.
A mumbling noise came from by the bookshelf; Zen looked over and saw her cousin Emo, sipping at some imported Dox-Cam wine and reading from the most beautiful leather bound book Zen and any working class Vexen's had ever seen. The faint sound of classical music buzzed all around them.
Zen blinked at him, "Hello" she whispered hoarsely to him. Her high pitched voice made her sound vulnerable, like a small child.
He grunted at her and sipped again, he looked deep in thought and is eyes had a glazed over look. Emo never talked much, and Zen didn't mind that at all, it gave her some common ground with her cousin.
Emo was also dressed in black with a dark gray great coat that had beautiful white buttons and a black collar. The coat went down past his knees, he was tall, not much taller than Mic, but he was taller that much is certain.
He looked down at Zen as she walked over to him looking to make him say something. "How are you?" she said a little louder.
Emo muttered under his breath and looked from her, he didn't talk much at all and Zen was forced to become the one to help him break out of his shell.
Emo eyed her suspiciously and didn't give her any worded responses. Nor did he smile; he never did that much either. If Emo was happy it was all shown in his eyes, a glint would appear in them or a small sparkle or gleam of sorts. Emo sipped at his wine and stared at his cousin.
Zen raised an eye ridge at him and smiled slightly. "You got a little flame in you're life yet Emo?" she asked casually examining her nails, "a love…you're little eh… Zuckerblüte"
Emo immediately set his glass down, unnecessarily hard, on the table. The glass shattered and wine stained his hand and
"Liebe ist Sinnlos" he muttered in a breathy growling voice immediately
"Beg pardon? I don't speak Nazi…" Zen replied, she only knew how to say a few words, 'sugar' and 'blossom' which she had strung together to make the pet name for his
Non-existent 'Zuckerblüte' and the phrases "Guten Tag Wie viel ist das Wasser?" or 'good afternoon how much is the water' and 'Wo das Badezimmer ist' or 'where is the bathroom'
Emo spoke up, his thick accent made his voice sound mature and scary, "Love…Is…Pointless…" he said standing up and looming over his small cousin.
"An Emo who thinks love is pointless?" she rolled her eyes, "some day the love bug will get you…"
"Vat about you Zenon…you've got no more Liebe-Leben than I…" he said, sounding a bit annoyed at her.
Zen winced at the sound of her real name, "The name is Zen you miserable nitwit…" she looks down at her feet, "I choose not to have a relationship at the moment…I'll have you know that I could have any man I wanted…"
Emo didn't seem convinced, he turned away from her "Love is pointless, Kleiner Vetter, you let people best you and get you're hopes up and make you feel as if you are cared for and they leave…" he whispered hoarsely, he sighed and paused for effect. "Remember that and you won't end up hurt…you should get some sleep…"
"I can't…My pillow has blood on it…" Zen said flatly.
"Go and sleep in mein bed…" he said in a tone just as flat and cold.
Zen smiled slightly at him, in his own way, he always manages to show that he cares.
Zen made her way up the now carpeted steps and stared in wonder at the room she was said to sleep in.