*Remembering the Past*

Enigma sat in the small recreation room on the ship. It wasn't much, just some sitting space a few books and so on, but it did the job considering everyone on the ship with the exception of the convict and the pilots were in there. She thought she would go insane in there with all the people but she needed to look normal. She had to pretend to fit in, so she'd sit in there pretend to read a book but the second someone tried to talk to her she'd let them know she didn't want conversation.

Suppressing the urge to walk over and slit an abnormally loud laughing woman's throat to the left of her she sat there acting like she was reading a book. "I could be the next fucking Marilyn Monroe with all this acting shit I've had to do in the past hours!!!" she laughed to herself. Every now and again she'd glance up to see Johns looking at her. She'd give a flirty smile or some other gesture to get him all excited and from what she could tell it was working. Even through every scent in the room, including the laughing hyena's lack of personal hygiene, his scent of arousal was by far the strongest. Just then Johns stood and walked to her. She couldn't deal with that, not with her patients stretched so thin. As Johns was reaching her she stood as though she didn't see him coming and walked out of the room. To her luck, he stayed behind waltzing in the agony of his small defeat.

"Where the hell am I supposed to go?!" Enigma thought. "I should have gone on a luxury flight that way I'd have my own fucking room." But in truth, it didn't matter all that much at least she was away from that colony, not mention the mercs. Enigma slowly began to walk toward the cryo chamber but soon felt someone walking behind her. Nonchalantly she turned the corner into the mess hall she quickly hid behind the door and waited silently, shiv in hand. As the person crept in the door a small figure appeared, before Enigma had time to stop herself she was on the figure shiv at the persons throat about to slice. Enigma's senses had gone into completely overdrive. It'd been TOO long since she'd killed a person. A tiny yelp escaped from the person in her arms.

Enigma: *looking down* What the fuck are you doing down here?! *silence* ANSWER ME!!! *shoving the shiv a little harder into the person's throat*

Jack: *chocking and almost crying* I, I, just wanted to talk to you.

Enigma: Jesus Christ kid! You gotta be more careful, I could have fucking killed you! Don't ever try to sneak up on a person like that, especially me.*remembering that she had to keep her Australian accent*

Jack: I'm, I, I'm sorry. I just wanted to talk to you. You seemed like the nicest person on this piece of shit so I figured who better to shoot the breeze with? You look about my age.

Enigma: I don't know about that kid. I'm not much of a talker. How old ARE you anyways... twelve, thirteen?

Jack: Sixteen.

Enigma: You got me all wrong, I'm 23. So what's your name?

Jack: Jack, you're Kaylee right?

Enigma: *thinking: could I have possible picked a more ditzy name?* Yep, that's me. So tell me kid, why'd you REALLY follow me?

Jack: Wha, what do you mean?

Enigma: C'mon Jack, be straight with me and I'll do the same for you. I don't like liars, Jack. So let me ask you again... why are you down here? Why'd you follow me? C'mon out with it *moving into Jack's personal space*

Jack: Fuck! Okay, okay. Johns sent me after you to see what you were doing. How the fuck you know that?

Enigma: It's all in the body language kid. You're body can say more than your mouth ever could. Oh and speaking of language... watch yours you might piss off someone around here.

Jack: You're the only person I see... am I offending you?

Enigma: Don't be a smart ass kid. And no, it doesn't bother me, but some of the stone-agers might get puffy about it.

Jack: Why are you gettin' all protective now when not even five minutes ago you were ready to slit my throat?

Enigma: Kid, don't get all defensive. I wont hesitate to still slit your throat. You brought that shit on yourself by following me down here.

Jack: I told you that dick Johns sent me down after you.

Enigma: I'm sure you didn't protest all to much. So here's an idea to put to use, shut your fucking mouth!

Jack: For someone saying for me to watch my mouth, you really should be a role model and right now you're not setting a good example.

Enigma: I'm gonna fucking rip you head off *jumping over the table that separated them* You need to learn to have a little respect, that's not too much to ask is it? *yelling in Jack's face as one of her more vicious sides took her over*

Jack: N,n, no.....not at all. *saying meekly as she tried to back away from Enigma*

Enigma: Great *regaining her control* glad we see eye to eye on the subject. I didn't want to have to hurt you. I think I'm starting to like ya kid.

Jack: *smiling brightly* Really?!

Enigma: No *noticing Jack's smile fall* I'm just messin' with ya, yeah you're alright kid. Anyone with as much balls as you had to talk to me like that is okay by me as long as they know hot to respect a person. *noticing Jack relax a little*

Jack: Does that mean I can chill with you? *a hopeful look in her eyes*

Enigma: Jack, I said you were okay not that I wanted you stuck up my ass 24/7. And you-

Jack: No, I KNOW that. I mean just for right now. I'm really bored and just want someone to talk to for a now. Think of it like this... we're going into cryo in about 4 or 5 hours so you only gotta deal with me for a little longer.

Enigma: You're pretty smart for your age, kid. You know how to sell your ideas, how to get your way. You should become a salesperson.

Jack: So does that mean we can talk? At least for a little while?

Enigma: *sighing* I'm going soft *muttering inauditably*. Yeah, for a while... BUT I want to get one thing straight. You were the one who ran away, you chose that one. *seeing Jack's shocked reaction but continuing* So to put it straight.. I'm not here to be your mother, I'm not gonna wipe your ass, and I'm not here to be your protector... I'm just someone to talk with for the time being. So if you think that you can sell me into taking you with me when the trip is over, you cant. I'm saving us both the trouble so don't even try, got it?

Jack: The thought never even crossed my mind! *puzzled look on her face* How'd you know about me running away?

Enigma: It's the shear facts, you're 16, you're alone, scared--that is until you gain the confidence to be a shit head--you're real quick to idolize someone and put your trust in them. I know what its all like, I been there. Some advice, to spare you learning from experience?

Jack: Yeah?

Enigma: don't be so quick to put yourself in some else's hands, 9 times out of 10 you end up getting yourself fucked over. And if you take heed to those words you wont have to ever use the phrase "I learned from experience" and you just might stay alive a little longer.

Jack: You're not a very optimistic person are you?

Enigma: Well, hey... I try.

Jack: yeah, I can see that.

Enigma: Ya know, Jack, no one likes a smart ass.

Jack: And you would know.

Enigma: *laughing heartily* Good one, kid. Shit I haven't laughed like that in a LONG time.

Jack: Why? You seem like someone who knows how to have a good time.

Enigma: What's that mean, you sayin' I'm a whore? *pretending to be offended*

Jack: No! No, I just mean aside from the whole shiv thing you seem like a really nice person and nice people always have a good time.

Enigma: In both respects I can say looks can be deceiving so don't always believe what you see.

Jack: Wow, aren't you full of words of wisdom?! So, what are you trying to say that you aren't nice?

Enigma: Well... let me say this again, don't always believe what you see. And believe me these words of wisdom come from enough encounters and experience to last me TWO life times. *silence* So... I thought you wanted to talk, all I hear coming from your mouth is smart as remarks.

Jack: Well, hey it IS talking.

Enigma: You crack me up. You remind me of myself when I was your age.

Jack: It wasn't THAT long ago... only *doing the math in her head* seven years.

Enigma: yeah I guess, it seems like forever ago when I was 16 though *thinking of when she was 16 as a far off look passed over her features* So, tell me something about yourself...

Jack: Uh, what do you wanna know? *fidgeting nervously*

Enigma: You know the basic stuff... where you are coming from, where you're headed, why you ran away? *Saying in her head: What are you in for? Damn prison sure does make a home in your head*

Jack: Well, I started on Earth, honestly I don't know where "'m headed. I guess I'll get to where I'm going when I decide where final destination is.

Enigma: Ah, yes, that's the sage way to play it. Don't have your hopes on a certain place, just keep an open mind and when you find a place that you're comfortable living... set up shop. That's always better, that way you have no expectation of paradise to be destroyed. So why'd you run?

Jack: Uh, it was a long time coming, a lot of built up shit, and it went on too long I had to save myself because I know that if I would have stayed I would have killed him if he didn't ice me first.

Enigma: Smart move, kid. You could and can still make a lot out of yourself if you just keep your head on straight and follow you instincts. So what was all this shit that brought on the run?

Jack: I, I, I really don't wanna talk about it.

Enigma: Jack *being truthfully sincere for the first time in a long time* you can't run from what's inside of you, right now it's pent up but if you let it all out you'll feel better. Keep that shit locked away long enough hand you'll go crazy. *thinking: maybe if I can help this kid now.. someday the kind wont end up like me. I KNOW that if someone would have been there for me maybe things would have turned out differently*

Jack: Well, the old man was a fucking drunk. I mean to the point where he'd go out to a bar pick up a whore and bring her home to fuck... totally forgetting the fact that his family was at home eating dinner. He used to beat my mother, he beat me too. I threatened to tell and he put me in the hospital, fractured my skull. The doctors still don't know how I managed to live much less be normal again. He put my mom in the hospital too for backing me up. And well.. she didn't make it. But the worst part of it all is none of it was reported because he was the second wealthiest man on Earth, so naturally he bought the press' silence. And one day I was in my room and he came in and for no reason at all started beating me. Long story, short... I hit him in the head knocking him unconscious, I stole all the money in his wallet and everything worth money in the house. I packed my shit and ran. So why'd you run?

Enigma: A lot of the same reasons you did. My father was a total drunk, I mean 24/7 never stopping. He'd beat my mom to a pulp and for some reasons she always stayed with him. Just kept going on playing the role of happy, supportive wifey. I guess after a while that got old for him so he started beating me and my little sister. So then one night my mother and I were coming home form our job--since my gather was a lazy fuck my mother and I'd had to provide for the family--anyway, so we got home and my father had my little sister pinned to the ground and he was raping her. *rapid memories shooting through her head* She was screaming, crying, and Jesus, he was on sick son of a bitch. So my mother and I tried to stop him but that's why he turned on me. He knocked my mom unconscious and locked her in another room and that's when he came after me. That was the firs time he'd ever raped my sister and I but between the both of us he must have fucked us 10 times that night. I guess after the first time he raped us he got a taste for it so from then on, he must have raped the both of us at least once a day-usually more than that. Finally, my mom couldn't take any of it anymore and we tried to leave. My father killed my mom and my little sister. Gutted my mother and broke just about every single bone in my sister's little body from beating her around... but that wasn't until after had finisied raping her a few more times. To finish her off he slit her throat. My little sister was only 5 years old and my mom was 35. I sat there and watched it all, there was NOTHING that I could have done. *realization hitting her that she hadn't told anyone how she got her start in killing since, since...him* For the longest time I asked myself why he let me live but I got my answer soon enough. My father made me go back to work. I had to cook, feed and provide everything for a man who killed my mother and sister. I didn't make enough to support us with just my day job so at night he sold me to any drunk fuck that was willing to pay $1000 an hour. His advertisement for me was "THE TIGHTEST PUSSY SOUTH OF ARMEDIA" *imitating the way her father said it*. I was 14 when he killed my mom and sister... the sick thing is that I didn't leave the fucker until I was 16.

Jack: Why?

Enigma: Too scared. After seeing what happened to the rest of my family I was so afraid. It's a fucking wonder I don't have any diseases or kids. Yep, you did the right thing in leaving right away, Jack. My stupid ass was too scared so I plotted my escape for 2 years.

Jack: Did he get away with all of it?

Enigma: He got what he deserved, let's just say that. *hatred flashed even through her contacts as she remembered it all. Her mother's and sister's deaths, her bloody hands as she tried to help them. And then her bloodied hands a second time as she ripped out her father's intestines and wrapped them around his neck while he was still alive. She remembered keeping him alive for the longest time just so he could FEEL the pain he put her family through. All the years of pain and hurt made her blood hungry. She planned two years and finally she struck. That was her first murder ever… it was SO brutal and SO fulfilling*

Jack: *snapping Enigma back to reality* What do you mean?

Enigma: He's dead *a cold, glazed over look passing over her features* I promised myself after all he did that I would never love another ever again.

Jack: Did you?

Enigma: Yeah *far off gaze* first man I truly loved since everything happened but uh… it's been a while since I've seen him. Things went sour.

Jack: You still love him don't' you?

Enigma: *shaking her head as if she a were a little school girl denying a crush* No! No…*sighing* yeah, I'll never be able to stop *finishing her statement in her head: I'd never let him know that though, he knew that before and look what happened*

Jack: Isn't that how it always happens? So tell me what he was like, what'd he look like?

Enigma: No, I can't

Jack: Hey, it's pent up... you gotta let it out.

Enigma: Shit I should just learn to keep my mouth shut! *thinking: just a harmless kid, no one to tell. Besides the kid wont figure out it's him anways. What's it matter anways? It's not like I know where he and he's NOT on this flight* Fine.

Jack: Well... GO ON!

Enigma: Well, where to start? Okay, I know. He is absolutely beautiful, no doubt. I promise he's one of nature's greatest creations. I'm talkin' the type that you just know when he was born nature sat back and admired and said to it's self "damn I'm good!"

Jack: *laughing* That great huh? So get to it! I want specifics on him!

Enigma: Ya know, for a guy you sure are interested in another guys looks *recieving a paniced look from Jack.* Naw, I'm just kidding *still seeing Jack's worried look* Don't worry kid, I aint gonna say shit. Your business is your business... besides, what is said between us stays between US. Catch my drift?

Jack: Yeah *relaxing again*

Enigma: So, back to beautiful here receiving a *smile from Jack* I was TRYING to give him a poetic introduction but you're being all impatient and shit. Okay… he was about 6'1' in height, the GREATEST body you will ever see… I mean muscles everywhere! Huge arms, a cut washboard stomach- I mean I'm talking rock solid-, he had the neck muscles, and beautiful back muscles… oh my goodness he is PERFECT. I could bow down and worship that man's body! I mean he was the perfect contrast of muscles and masculinity… and his skin was the most beautiful sun-kissed tan of a color. He had blue, almost silver like eyes with soft eyelashes that lined them. His eyes were so soft it's like I could see straight through to his soul, but then at times they could be like stone. He had chiseled cheek bones. And his lips… oh man, they were so soft and kissable. They were a soft pink color and never got dry or chapped. He had these perfect pearly whites that just glistened his teeth totally completed his smile. When he smiled, he could light up the entire universe, but no one would ever know that because he never smiled. I'm not trying to flatter myself when I say this, but, seriously, I think I'm the only one he's honestly smiled around since he was a kid.

Jack: Why doesn't he smile?

Enigma: Nothing to smile about I guess, or at least that's what he says. The one time I asked why he never smiled he simply said 'Cause there was nothing to smile about until you came along.' *smiling at the compliment* Man… it's been a while. *A vision flashing before her of the 2 of them sitting together in the ship they'd once shared, it was completely dark-as it usually was since that was the most comfortable lighting for them both- and neither of the two were the romantic type but this was an exception for the both of them. He'd cooked them spaghetti and they were having a candle light dinner. She vividly remembered the way he looked with the candle light cascading over his face, casting beautiful shadows over his features. Beginning to fight internally as she did often: God, I miss him… NO! I can't do this to myself. I don't need him, I don't love him. She tried fighting the truth but she couldn't…. Enigma wanted him back more than anything.*

Jack: *breaking Enigma's reverie* So does your Romeo have a name?

Enigma: *going rigid, unsure if she wanted Jack to know or if she should say* Uh yeah… his name is, uh… his name is Ri—

Johns: *cutting Enigma off* Well, well… look whose down here. *both Jack and Enigma jumped at the announcement of his presence*

Enigma: *putting her flirtatious façade on again* Well, hello Officer Johns *thinking: when the FUCK did he get here? Has he been here the whole time? No, I would have known… and besides if he knew what I was talking about he wouldn't have interrupted us. FUCK! I'm gonna get myself caught if I don't stop all this remembering shit*

Johns: Hello… Kaylee is it?

Enigma: That's me *smiling as cute as she could*

Johns: What are you two doing down here?

Jack: We were talking till you came in here *rudely*

Enigma: *her attitude had completely changed* Just conversing with the little spy you sent after me *her face was still smiling but behind her contacts her eyes held a death stare so cold and hard that if looks could kill he would have been long gone with*

Johns: *shooting Jack a glare nearing the menace Enigma's gaze had held* Glad he was good for something.

Jack: *using a line that Enigma had said* Idea Johns… shut the fuck up!

Johns: You stupid fucking little punk *grabbing his gun and sticking it in Jack's face*

Enigma: *stepping between the barrel of the gun and where Jack stood so that it was aimed at her forehead and not at Jack* Now, now Mr. Johns let's not get trigger happy *pulling the gun down to his side* I see how much you love showing off your gun, how about you save it for later and then you can show me your BIG gun *smiling sexily*

Johns: That could be arranged *being easily swayed*

Enigma: C'mon let's go somewhere and get better acquainted *grabbing him by the arm and leading him out of the mess hall*

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Jack watched the two exit quickly. As they were about to round the corner Enigma looked over her shoulder and smiled reassuringly. "Wow, that was strange," Jack said a loud. One second "Kaylee" was serious and very open about herself and the next she was being like a nymphomaniac in dire need of sex. It confused Jack to no end, but soon-very soon- all of Jack's questions would be answered.