This story was not thought of by me at all. I give all credit to Chris the Cat, whom developed this brilliant idea in his mind, not me. I am, however, responsible for the writing of it, the character development and appearance, and also being nice enough to halt some of my other stories to start this one.

Well! Here we go... Chapter One.

I didn't know what else to do. There seemed to be no way out of this place. I sprinted down the halls, breath like fire in my lungs as my feet ached. My foot throbbed from my missing back claw, that stupid Feather moron had ripped it from my toe. Blood was soaking my ankles and creating a trail on the floor of offed splats.

The corridors were dark, the monitors on either one of the enclosing walls flaring a snarling picture of me. The voice on the intercoms was bluntly repeating my name, "Cray Jack has escaped. We must find him at all costs."

I swore under my breath, hearing heavier footsteps coming around the corner. I skidded to a stop, jerking my head to the side and darting into a gap in the wall. Panting, I clutched my chest, heaving in air to my searing body. I felt my shaggy hair sticking to my neck from the sweat I was secreting. This sucked like no other.

I looked down at my dark skinned wrist, which supported a jagged cut. I was bleeding all over the place: my missing ear, broken tooth, absent claw, torn up wrist, and just as I thought more about it, my stomach slash started to gush again. I was starting to get dizzy.

These Feather cracks weren't bounty hunters, they were bloodthirsty beasts.

I peeked around the corner, expecting nobody. But then I felt a hand clamp around my throat. I widened my trio of eyes on either side of my head, gurgling and struggling to be able to breathe again.

My fidgeting stare rose to the nine foot tall behemoth cyborg-soldier known as N'rock. His single glowing, red eye was merciless as he parted his lips, revealing nasty, metal, sharp teeth. "There ya are, Cray! I've been lookin' fer ya! The Captain'll be wantin' to scold ya fer bein' a bad boy..." he chuckled a hiss, dragging me behind him as I squirmed and gasped. "Shouldn'ta gotten outta yer cell..."

"I... didn't want to go in there... in th' first place... smart a-!" I wheezed, trying to scratch his fingers from my neck. I drew some blood, but it was acidic, and sizzled my hands. I cut off once they did.

"Now, now, Jack. We ain't gonna hurtcha, just wanna collect sommat cash, is all. As long as we got ya, we git 'e pay. Kapeesh?" He turned his bowl-shaped, disfigured cranium towards me. "Unnerstand, sludge?"

I grinned my fangy smile. "'Course I do, piss off!" I glared into his cold, robotic soul. Well, if he even had one. Retarded machine... "I'm not stupid, if that's what you mean! At least I don't drag my feet when I walk!" I motioned with my eyes towards his skidding left boot on the floor.

Suddenly N'rock's smirk disappeared, and my sight exploded in a flurry of white as he punched me heavily in the eyes. I yelled in pain, reaching up and trying to protect them from further damage. Seeing as I have six of them, they were each freakishly sensitive. "Dangit, you idiot, that hurt!" I screeched.

He pulled his fist back. "S'post ter hurt, filth. That's what vermin like you deserve for being so naughty!"

I sniggered, disregarding the pain that was splitting my skull. "Really N'rock? You're using th' word 'naughty?' What a childish, immature-"

"SHUT UP!" he bellowed, hucking me into a wall. I sunk into the steel easily, the spines on my back cracking. "You ain't gonna tell me what ter do, hear?"

I rolled onto my stomach, grimacing and rubbing my spikes. Several were split, but only a select few of the smaller ones near my thighs were completely gone. I looked away from them lying wet with crimson on the ground next to me.

"Git up, stupid! Captain's waitin' fer ya!" N'rock growled, tapping his miraculously huge foot on the floor with thudding plunks. I glowered at him with a bleeding eye, sneering.

"What are we going t'do there? 'Ave a little tea party? I'll bring th' extra suga if ya fetch th' outfits, miss." I jeered, standing up slowly and watching him. N'rock was an extra foot taller than me, though I didn't care. His lack of smarts made him the number one thick-headed army dog I've ever encountered. He was easy to anger, and I liked doing it. "I say, you'd look ravishing in pink."

I thought I saw the robot flush scarlet, but maybe it was the gleam of his one eye. He clenched his jaw and seized my dripping wrist, yanking me behind him and down the hall. "I ain't speakin' ter you no more." he gruffly mumbled.

I whistled. "Aww, did I hurt little N'rocky's feelings? I didn't want to be that mean," Well... maybe a bit... I smiled to myself. Was my Australian accent weighing down his mind? I certainly hoped so. Hmm...

N'rock towed me behind him till we arrived at an elevator. It was active, with bright lights to label each of the many floors on this forsaken ship. He pressed the button that would lead us to the Captain's deck, where that douche bag of a man resided and commanded the hapless losers who worked on this heap of space junk. I sighed, blowing my deep red locks out of my face. The lift chugged upward with creaks that made this ride that much more enjoyable.

I looked at N'rock, who was blankly staring at the hologram on the side of the elevator. I flexed my fingers. They popped beneath his death grip on my wrist. I tightened my free fist, then brought it up and clocked him straight in the eye that protruded from his deformed helmet.

The abomination cried out, blindly whipping his head around. I had completely destroyed the only way he could see, and ducked beneath his swooping arms as he attempted to grab me. I then wrapped my fingers around his ankles and threw him out of the shaft. His wails died away as he drifted farther from where I was. I huffed. Boy he was heavy!

I immediately set to work and fumbled with the buttons on the contraption. I pressed the bay landing, prepared to steal a ship and be free of this Hell on a vessel. I had been tortured, interrogated, and meagerly fed. But when I was given nourishment, it was rotten and slimy.

Anyway, I shoved my finger onto the icon, relaxing as the lift ground to a halt and began to drop slowly. I leaned heavily against the back wall, closing my eyes and savoring the short, quiet moment.

I was quite right about the short part, for suddenly the elevator stopped, and a huge mechanical hand emerged from the darkness and grabbed me. "What the-?" I howled before it took me into its grasp, removing me from the lift abruptly.

I looked around the finger, seeing the hulking suit that one of the personnel was controlling from within. His crooked, yellow teeth were fixed into a fearsome snicker as he heckled, "You've gotta do better than that to get away from me and my pay check, Cray Jack!"

I heard a whirring from behind me, and had a small range to look around. I got to see what it was, the lift coming back down with someone occupying it.

It was the Captain.

He was holding what seemed to be a shotgun, and was aiming it towards me with a cool, yet dangerous simper on his face. "Heya, Jack. Just thought I'd let you sleep off this problem you've gotten yourself into..."

"Sleep? Wha-"

I cut off as he shot a KO dart into the back of my neck.

Blackout