~morpherkidvb
Actually, she alternates from being unbelievably 'psycho human' to a human with a little bit of heart. She's crazy I tell you! This chapter shows her being human with a little bit of heart, if you know what I mean…you'll find out later why she's like this. I'm not spoiling it.
Chapter Forty-four
Time elapsed since boarding;: 10:58
Sixkiller was slouching lazily in a seat that she dragged in the center of the bridge.
A pistol dangled from her fingers.
She was mumbling something to herself.
She didn't glance even once at the body that was sprawled over the floor. Blood drenched the ground all around it.
It, the only way to describe a body. It was bleeding. It was sprawled over the ground. It's fur was drenched in blood.
Cheian was long gone.
Cheian had died the instant Sixkiller made her a prisoner. Her body died when a bullet hit her skull. Dead center.
Too bad the Taxxons were all dead. Sixkiller was in no mood to clean up the mess.
Seconds ticked by and lapsed into long minutes..
The transmission button flashed. Signaling an up-coming message.
It had been flashing for half an hour already. And for half an hour, Sixkiller had been ignoring it.
Sixkiller's brain was a blank void. She was simply not thinking about anything. Hard not to think about anything. Not with a past like hers. Why think about the past? The future was all there is!
Everything was going as planned.
She has the Blade Ship.
She has the Andalite's attention.
The Yeerk's attention.
Perfect.
She had hostages.
She killed one of them.
Another was fruitcake.
The third a vecol.
Fourth a slave of his own mind.
And many more.
But wasn't she thinking about the past? By doing this? By dragging Visser one here?
Wasn't payback part of the past?
No. It's the first step in forgetting the past. Set yourself free of the past by making those who caused suffering to pay.
Sixkiller had suffered all her life. It was time others excluding her took the burden. Sixkiller was sick of being weak. Rejected. Unwanted.
She learnt to stand up to herself.
"I'm a big girl now…" she muttered drowsily.
To stand up for herself because no one else was going to help her. Not her parents. Not her brothers. Just her.
Sixkiller closed her eyes. Snapped them open when she heard hooves clipping on metal.
Turned around just in time to see Zohare shove Visser One in. Gagged and tied.
Zohare said, Why weren't you answering my call…?
He trailed off.
Stared at the bridge.
No.
No response.
She was just a kid.
"I know. I was just a kid once too you know; no one takes pity in us once we grow up. Sort of like the kitten that becomes a cat, puppies into dogs. People only want you when you're young and innocent, after that you're a nuisance, a pain in the neck."
I thought you were better than this.
"You thought wrong."
I'm calling it off. Zohare said angrily. You're not thinking with a clear head. he started walking towards her, Sixkiller you aren't well. I can see that. You could take a break. Have a rest-
"That's close enough." Sixkiller got up, "your time in Alloran is up. I need you in Hector, as a human."
Zoahre had his opinions about this but resisting would alarm Sixkiller, she was already a loose cannon. The situation would be impossible if she was a loose cannon and doubted him. He needed her to be able to trust him in a crisis. If things went really wrong.
"Put the shackles back on." Sixkiller tossed the heap of metal that lay by her foot. She walked to Zohare.
It was too tempting. He could strike now and either end her life or knock her out.
But he didn't.
She sheathed his tail blade.
Locked the shackled.
"Come on." Sixkiller said to Zohare, she looked at the tied and gagged Visser, "stay here."
Sixkiller escorted Zohare to the room next to the cargo hold. Hector jumped up on seeing them.
"Please. No. Leave me alone."
I'm sorry Hector but I need you Zohare sighed, I wish it was up to me but…
"Nooo." Hector wailed, "I'm free!"
Hector. Zohare sounded tired.
"NO MORE!" Hector shouted, he tapped his head. "You. Are. GONE!"
HECTOR! Zohare roared.
Hector whimpered. Came close to Zohare. Reluctantly.
Zohare lifted his chained Andalite arms and held Hector's crying face; for a second stared at it and then pressed his ear against his.
Soon Hector's face no longer streamed with fresh tears of anguish. Instead, sad tears stained his checks anew, and they were not Hector's they belonged to Zohare.
Alloran stumble and collapsed to the floor, but Sixkiller grabbed his arm and yanked him to his hooves, "Not so fast blue man."
She reached in her pocket and retrieved Visser Three. Held him to Alloran's ear.
Caught Alloran's pleading expression.
Recalled Hector's crying face.
Regarded Zohare's silent tears.
Her past flashed before her eyes.
Her hand lowered to her side.
"No, no more."
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*sobs* wasn't that sweet?