There were about a dozen spacecrafts encircling a central tower built out of mud, sticks, and other debris. The spacecrafts seemed ancient, no way they would function now. I hesitantly followed the porcupine like thing down the hill towards the little village type area. I saw about 40 or 50 other porcupine like creatures here and there. I'm definitely outnumbered.

"Come on, you don't have to be so cautious."

I don't have to be, but I am. We walked to the center of the village and everyone gathered around me. I was surrounded by long sharp teeth and spiny projectiles. Not a fun place to be.

"Hi. . ."

I eyed everyone and decided that the best way to get out if I needed to would be to try and jump as far up the tower as possible and then make my way into the trees on the other side of the village. Hey. . .it never hurts to have a contingency plan, right? I wasn't paying attention to what was being said, I was watching body language and trying to read what was in their eyes. I'm usually not this paranoid or wary. I think the wraiths really screwed me up. I feel like everything is a trap and everyone is out to get me now. And I'm usually so good at making friends.

Right then and there is when I decided that blinding Lord wasn't good enough. I have to completely destroy him if I'm ever going to feel safe again.

"I have to go now."

"You just arrived."

"I know, but I have to go kill Lord."

Their expressions were easy to read now. Total shock, perhaps dismay. It was a long walk and I didn't have a very long time to get there, kill him and make it back to the rendezvous point. I didn't want to be late or I would be shit out of luck.

"What if he kills you?"

"I'll be dead, but at least I didn't run away. I hate running away from a fight I know I can win."

My original porcupine creature friend was trotting along beside me now. He didn't seem to want me to leave. Maybe they were planning on eating me after all. Sorry to spoil your dinner plans guys, but I have a blind dude to kill.

"If you succeed we will be eternally grateful to you."

"I imagine everyone on this planet will be, maybe even some of the wraiths. I can't imagine Lord has many friends."

"If you die we will honor your memory."

"Seems like a win-win situation for me."

"What is your name?"

I thought about it for a couple minutes. Do I want to be remembered as Lena, or my new pseudonym, Naui? I suppose since Lord was calling me Lena, I should stick to that. Stick to my original name, the name that Ya'uta had always known me by. That son of a bitch.

"Lena."

"I will never forget it."

"Even if you did, that would be all right."

I left him in my dust a moment later when I started sprinting. Like I said before, this is a long trip and I don't have time. I don't like being considered a hero for anything. I've done too many horrible things. It is those things I should be remembered for, not the occasional good deed I do once in a while. That isn't enough to cover up the shame or undo the damage I have caused. I really am an insensitive bastard.

After stashing the box and Sponge Guy in a crevice I thought would be safe until I got back, if I got back, I high tailed it to the wraith city. I snuck into the ventilation that serviced the main complex that I had last seen Lord in. Where he had last seen. . .at all. I wanted to laugh at that, but it would most likely be heard by someone. I was crawling my way over a room when the vent crashed out from under me and I hit the floor, face first. I jumped up, ready for a fight. I took a look around and realized no one in the room was capable of fighting me. Half of the creatures were dead or dying and the other half were restrained. This must be the science lab. At least one of them. I saw the Dagon bound to the table in the center of the room. I pressed my paw to my head to try and obstruct the bleeding at least a little while I walked over. He looked up at me and frowned.

"What are you doing here? I thought they killed you."

"That's funny, I was just thinking the same thing, only you were the dead one."

"Not yet."

"I can see that. What were they doing to you?"

"Implanting organs for me to incubate. They think that my blood will make them function better."

"Will it?"

"I don't know."

"I see. You wouldn't by any chance know where Lord would be right now, would you?"

"No. Why?"

"I'm going to go kill him because of my paranoid delusions. I'm pretty sure they are being caused by him and I think that if he's dead, I can relax for at least a minute."

"Oh."

"Thanks for the lack of help. It was nice talking to you again. Good luck with those organs."

I started to walk out of the room.

"Hey!"

I stopped and looked back at him.

"What?"

"Could you at least untie me?"

"As long as you don't follow me. I don't need you slowing me down or getting in my way."

"No offense, but I don't want anything to do with you."

"How am I supposed to not take offense to that?"

"I don't know."

I took the straps off his wrists quickly and left the room. Not much time left, have to kill, need to kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. I stalked down the corridors relying more on scents and sounds than visuals. Most likely by chance, just a few moments later I heard Lord's unmistakable voice floating down the hall. I slammed myself against the wall and crouched down. I inched my head towards the corner until I could see around it. Lord wasn't in sight, but there was a room with an open door a few feet away. If I'm quiet enough, I can walk right up to him and rip his head off before he notices anything.

I walked silently around the corner, into the room, and right into a trap. Lord was looking right at me, with eyes mind you, when the bars impaled me and anchored me to the wall. One through my stomach, and the other two through each shoulder. I roared at Lord and he laughed.

"That look on your face was priceless. I'm going to remember that always."

I imagine my expression could have maybe been amusing to a party, other than myself, but this is total bullshit. This was supposed to be a simple in and out mission. I guess he really can sense me when I think about him.

"I just don't know if I should kill you now, or have as fun with you as I can before you break."

I growled and bared my teeth at him with my ears pinned back to my head.

"I think I want to break you. It would be a feat. You really did have me fooled the last time, but now I know all your tricks. You wont get away with that again."

The bars retracted and I fell to my knees, feeling sick and dizzy. I have a feeling I'm going to miss the rendezvous, god damnit.

The next week was hell. Lord made sure I was put through every kind of torture imaginable. I understood, he had a point to prove. I had gone against him and knew that anyone or anything that did that would have to be destroyed or Lord wouldn't have as much power. There might be a mutiny of sorts and he could be overthrown. I'm pissed off as all hell that he is doing this to me again, but I can see why. He is doing what I would do in this situation. Reason number. . .whatever, I lost count of all the reasons he needs to die.

He walked into the room where I had been for the last few hours with a power drill like tool burrowing into my brain. It was just now breaking through my skull after 6 hours. Lord smiled.

"You look like you are absolutely despising that."

"Do you mind? I'm waiting for it to start scrambling signals."

He squinted his eyes at me. He waved his hand at one of his cronies, a new one since I had killed his old ones, and the machine was turned off. Lord knelt down so he was eye level with me. If I didn't know any better, I'd say his eyes grew back. They look exactly the same.

"Wraiths can regenerate if that's what you're wondering."

"Get the fuck out of my brain, pig face."

He scowled at me elbowed me in the throat. He knew the secret to being able to hurt me. My body breaks down if I don't get food or sleep. He's doing a very good job of depriving me of both.

"I'll ask you one last time. Have you reconsidered my offer?"

"You've got to be kidding! I mutilated you, and you're still on that marriage tirade? What the fuck is wrong in your brain?"

"I'll take that as a 'no'."

"You're damn right. You have way too many problems."

"In that case. I'm going to have to kill you now."

I thought back for a moment and realized that choice of words wasn't the best. I should have gone for compliant instead of defiant. I need a rewind button.

I was drug into another chamber and Lord himself grabbed the back of my neck and led me to a ledge. I looked down into a pit with the "obligatory" spikes at the bottom. What a way to go. . .

"I'll miss you Lena."

"Hey, if you don't kill me, then you wont have to miss me."

"I don't think so."

There it was, and there I went down into the pit. The spikes rushed up to say 'HI YOU'RE DEAD!' and I closed my eyes.