The next chapter of Memories of a Captor is upon us! I don't own Homestuck, (that honor goes to Andrew Hussie) but TimelessMystery helped me write this by being my beta! Reviews are welcome. As are votes on the poll that is up on my profile.

~MoC~

Walking out of the restaurant, Martina couldn't help but think that, for some reason, she had forgotten something. She was broken from her reverie, as a voice called out from behind her and her kismesis.

"Hey, your name was Martina, right?" Meulin asked, appearing at the doors to the restaurant, before starting to scamper towards them, reminding Martina once more of a cat.

"Uh… yeah. Did you need thomething Meulin?" The human raised her right eyebrow, highlighting her red eye. The eye was not human, and would have unnerved almost anyone, but even so, Meulin was not deterred.

"Could I have your Trollian? Mew seem nice and mew are Cronus's hiss-mesis, so I'd pawsitively love to get to know mew!" The female troll looked so hopeful that Martina caved almost immediately.

"Thure. That thounth cool." Martina perked up, happy to have a chance at making another friend. Having been without them in her childhood, she leapt at the opportunity for even just one more.

"Wonderful. I'd be lion if I said I wasn't worried. Mine is amourCreator." Meulin said, watching as Martina whipped out her phone and set her as a contact.

"Cool. I'm twiceAgonized." Once more, the name of her handle caused a bizarre reaction. Meulin's eyes widened, almost imperceptibly, and her jaw went slightly slack. If she hadn't been watching, Martina never would have noticed.

"I'll thhoot you a meththage later. Later Meulin!"

The human girl started to move away from the troll, heading towards her kismesis before turning around once more. She seemed hesitant for a moment, then, having mustered up the courage, smiled and spoke. "And you know, you're pretty cool, too, Meulin. But there'th thomething about you. I feel like I know you from thomeplace." The human shrugged, turned, and kept walking, leaving a shell-shocked olive-blood behind.

Martina continued towards her kismesis, who was already on the motorcycle. Cronus picked up Martina's helmet and tossed it to her, harder than he had before their hate-date. Martina, however, caught it easily and slipped it back onto her head, before sliding onto the bike behind Cronus. Her arms once more wrapped around the troll's waist, though this time her fingers and nails dug into his muscled stomach. The two stayed silent throughout the ride, enjoying the company of someone who could see the faults that they had kept so deeply hidden. Someone who they didn't have to hide their hate from; one who could come to know the ugliest side of them.

At the end of Martina's street, Cronus pulled off to the side of the road, allowing his motorcycle to idle. Turning his head, he asked Martina, "Do you wvant me to drop you off at the front or at the back door?"

"Back. Hopefully then I can avoid my mother."

Martina's reply was not hopeful, it was more a joke than anything. She couldn't bring herself to even hope her mother would be absent.

"Good luck wvith that. From wvhat you'vwe said, you'vwe got no chance."

"Thankth for the encouragement. At leatht I avoided her thith morning. She would have blown up at my eyeth." Martina's voice was wry, she had obviously picked up on the impossibility of getting past her human elitist mother without getting caught or having to answer questions, especially about her eyes and their new colors.

Even so, Cronus pulled into the alleyway and stopped behind Martina's house. The human got off the motorcycle and slipped the yellow helmet off her head. She turned, regarding Cronus for a moment, before grabbing him by his white shirt and pulling him off the seat of the motorcycle. She pulled him up so hard and forceful, that when she went to kiss him, their teeth clacked together. It wasn't the soft kiss of a fairy tale; it was a harsh mashing of mouths, full of teeth. It communicated their emotions perfectly; hate was there, and it was strong, but so was the need. They needed each other; and they hated themselves for it.