Previously
"Of course, of course, I just wanted to offer you the best I have to offer, I didn't mean no offence, it's just these Human's as they call themselves are of no real value, their most probably all going to be sold and bred for food. Why you would want one of them I have no idea." He continues desperately trying to please her while also eyeing weapon lying off to the side wondering if he could reach it in time to use as a form of protection and then quickly dismisses the idea realising he'd be dead either way.
"It's not your purpose to second guess my actions trader." She snaps out.
"Of course, of course, I would never dream to do such a thing, I have a mind for business, and nothing else, please excuse my ignorance, which human is it that you desire? There are several hundred currently being held in a lock down chamber together." He says quickly nodding his head slightly.
"I shall go with you, I wish to see him for myself.
He goes by the name Max,
Max Evan's."
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Part 2
Each feature of that sullen corpse, Betray'd his rage, but no remorse. Oh, what had Vengeance given to trace, Despair upon his dying face! ~ Lord Byron
The darkness along the descending tunnel seems to creep and crawl across my flesh, while a horribly foul stench gets stronger and stronger as we get closer to the slave holding pit. Cringing at seeing some sort of alien rodent scurry past me I step up my pace following the slave trader, all the time despising the fact I have to travel down into the bowels of the ship where all the worse filth dwell.
I don't turn away though, only go deeper and deeper down the dimly lit passageways all because of him, I can feel him now, down there, wallowing in self-pity.
'What the hell has he got to wallow about, he doesn't even know the meaning of pain or suffering.' I ponder angrily hoping that I don't end up seeing him and he gets sold in chopped up little pieces, but at the same time I'm still desperate to get him out of there and never let him go.
I suck in a breath of the foul air forcibly banishing such thoughts from me, 'get a grip, this isn't time for a relapse into your teens.'
"We're almost there." The tubby little man says over his shoulder stealing one quick glance back at me.
"Luckily for you." I say in a cold tone and watch from behind as he flinches slightly at the sound of my voice.
Within a few moments I find myself standing on a metal gangway overlooking a vast hall or storage bay that looks more like some sort of purgatory rather than a holding pit. The whole place has an unbearable sort of gloom to it, the large area is coated in blackness so deep that the eye can only see so far or so much of what's in the place. The sticky yellow-brownish light clings to the contours of the multitude of bodies below me, highlighting the half starved withered forms.
Descending a stairwell down onto their level I note some of them moving on the ground, most of them not. The few that have some kind of clothing are wearing nothing but dirty rags, most are just lying there in their own filth with blank dead expressions even though they still live.
"I have no idea how you expect to find one particular human amongst all these, humans all look and smell the same to me." He says in an annoyed voice.
"I'll find him." I say simply walking past him I continue on into the mass of weak and beaten bodies lying around and cringe as I feel half dried sticky blood on the floor paste itself to the base of my boots. Navigating on instinct alone I seem to home into his essence, before I know it I'm on the other side of this hell pit next to the wall, only a hundred meters from where I started.
'His so close, so close.' I think almost frantically and yet keeping my cool, while looking at the people near me trying to spot him. Then my eye's settle on a slouched form that has their back to the wall and is leaning his head down between his knees.
A tousled mop of greasy hair hangs down around his face, but I know, I know even through all the dirt and grime on his body that it's him. I little by little walk over to him taking in more of his changed appearance with each step, unlike those around him he seems in adequate condition, he's not starved into a living skeleton for one thing, not that he couldn't do with a couple good meals, or a few dozen more on top of that. The strongly defined muscles in his arm's, leg's and back seem even more developed since last I saw him, I edge closer determined to get a look at his face in this dim light and pull down my hood to my shoulders. Other than being in need of an intense scrub in a bath and some nourishing food he doesn't seem so bad off.
Softly kneeling down about a foot in front of him I ignore the muck and filth around me as he continues to stay motionless, his not asleep though, I can tell, the moment I kneeled down in front of him all those beautiful muscles tensed slightly.
[b]Max POV[/b]
Go.
Just pass me by.
Why can't I at least be left alone, I have nothing except my solitude now, can't they leave me with that at least.
'Not that you don't deserve the worst Max, the lucky ones got to die, this is your own fault.' I think to myself while waiting for whoever it is that is near me to go away. They don't though, I can feel who ever it is getting closer and it sends a chill down my spine unsettling me, I don't want to be unsettled, I just want to stay here in the darkness on my own.
A rustling of soft fabric sharpens up my hearing and I flinch as I realise whoever it is, is now right in front of me. I stay motionless not wanting to provoke any action from them knowing full well the consequences of angering the 'Things' on this ship. That's when the delicate perfumed sent reaches me from this person, like jasmine, only sweeter with other more subtle scents mixed in with it.
Not being able to stand the temptation anymore I gradually life my head to look at who or what it is. I hear a harsh choking sound and realise it's me choking on the breath I sucked in. I never thought I would see a beautiful thing in this place, but I've just been proven wrong. I though she was human at first glance or even an Angel sent from heaven, but as my eye's become accustomed to the light I realise this is not so. Her skin is unnaturally pale, almost white, like milk, with only the faintest tint of pink on each cheek that I can see. Her hair falls around her face in a waterfall of dark brown locks that drip down to her breast line, and yet her hair in the places the light catches it, shimmer's a metallic purple color, as do her dark brown eyes. The almost solid metallic purple color is unmistakable on her lips, in the strong contrast to the paleness of her skin and for an odd moment when I reach up to rub the sleep out of my eye's I could swear it was Liz, but the cold sharp look in her expression sends a chill down my spine and destroys such an illusion, Liz is dead.
She stands up towering over me and orders in an intense low voice for me to get up as well. I steadily easy myself up off the floor using the wall as support even though my muscles scream for me to just stay still.
"Tell me your name." She says in a condescending voice that has almost a mocking tone to it.
"Max." I say trying to match her gaze and failing.
"Max." She breathes out in one harsh whisper as if it was venom in her mouth to say and I can't stop the cold chill that stabs down deep inside me from happening.
"Do you know what they plan to do with you, Max?" She ask motioning her head to the short tubby man standing a way off and then to the guards standing on the gangway over head.
"I'm their prisoner." I say and watch as a small smile appears on her face.
"No your not, you're their slave." She says then taking a step towards me she continues in a soft whisper, "Tomorrow you and everyone here are going to be auctioned off, unfortunately there isn't much of a market demand for primitive little humans so the only places that will be bidding for you are the meat markets and restaurant owners. I don't mean that as in you will be their slaves helping them, I mean it as you will be the product they'll be selling, in little sliced up pieces."
"You came down here just to tell me that?" I say, my voice sounding patronizing even to my own ears, if she wanted me unsettled then she's succeeded.
"No, I wanted to inform you of my offer, one that you really don't have much choice in accepting or not." She says and then continues in a more silky voice, "You see Max, if you haven't guess all ready, this is Hell, or at least as close as you can get to it while you're still alive, and things can't really get much worse. This can be a Very lonely place Max, and I. desirer a companion to. interact with."
"Interact with?" I say raising an eyebrow.
"To Fuck Max, I wanna FUCK, and there aren't any beings here that are really atomically correct for me other than you."
Blink.
Stare.
Blink.
Stare.
'Damn she actually just said that didn't she? So much for being subtle.' Motioning my head side to side I say in a mocking tone, "I can see plenty of other human male's to be your toys."
"Ahhh. but your not like most human male's now are you Max Evan's. I know your secret." She says in her silky voice that now has a sinister tone in it.
"I-I don't know what you mean.. Wait a sec, how did you know my last name?" I say in a coarse voice, eyeing her suspiciously.
"Who the hell are you?" I ask in a loud voice no longer caring about cowering away from the guards.
"A ghost." She whispers.
"Just a ghost."
"Of course, of course, I just wanted to offer you the best I have to offer, I didn't mean no offence, it's just these Human's as they call themselves are of no real value, their most probably all going to be sold and bred for food. Why you would want one of them I have no idea." He continues desperately trying to please her while also eyeing weapon lying off to the side wondering if he could reach it in time to use as a form of protection and then quickly dismisses the idea realising he'd be dead either way.
"It's not your purpose to second guess my actions trader." She snaps out.
"Of course, of course, I would never dream to do such a thing, I have a mind for business, and nothing else, please excuse my ignorance, which human is it that you desire? There are several hundred currently being held in a lock down chamber together." He says quickly nodding his head slightly.
"I shall go with you, I wish to see him for myself.
He goes by the name Max,
Max Evan's."
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Part 2
Each feature of that sullen corpse, Betray'd his rage, but no remorse. Oh, what had Vengeance given to trace, Despair upon his dying face! ~ Lord Byron
The darkness along the descending tunnel seems to creep and crawl across my flesh, while a horribly foul stench gets stronger and stronger as we get closer to the slave holding pit. Cringing at seeing some sort of alien rodent scurry past me I step up my pace following the slave trader, all the time despising the fact I have to travel down into the bowels of the ship where all the worse filth dwell.
I don't turn away though, only go deeper and deeper down the dimly lit passageways all because of him, I can feel him now, down there, wallowing in self-pity.
'What the hell has he got to wallow about, he doesn't even know the meaning of pain or suffering.' I ponder angrily hoping that I don't end up seeing him and he gets sold in chopped up little pieces, but at the same time I'm still desperate to get him out of there and never let him go.
I suck in a breath of the foul air forcibly banishing such thoughts from me, 'get a grip, this isn't time for a relapse into your teens.'
"We're almost there." The tubby little man says over his shoulder stealing one quick glance back at me.
"Luckily for you." I say in a cold tone and watch from behind as he flinches slightly at the sound of my voice.
Within a few moments I find myself standing on a metal gangway overlooking a vast hall or storage bay that looks more like some sort of purgatory rather than a holding pit. The whole place has an unbearable sort of gloom to it, the large area is coated in blackness so deep that the eye can only see so far or so much of what's in the place. The sticky yellow-brownish light clings to the contours of the multitude of bodies below me, highlighting the half starved withered forms.
Descending a stairwell down onto their level I note some of them moving on the ground, most of them not. The few that have some kind of clothing are wearing nothing but dirty rags, most are just lying there in their own filth with blank dead expressions even though they still live.
"I have no idea how you expect to find one particular human amongst all these, humans all look and smell the same to me." He says in an annoyed voice.
"I'll find him." I say simply walking past him I continue on into the mass of weak and beaten bodies lying around and cringe as I feel half dried sticky blood on the floor paste itself to the base of my boots. Navigating on instinct alone I seem to home into his essence, before I know it I'm on the other side of this hell pit next to the wall, only a hundred meters from where I started.
'His so close, so close.' I think almost frantically and yet keeping my cool, while looking at the people near me trying to spot him. Then my eye's settle on a slouched form that has their back to the wall and is leaning his head down between his knees.
A tousled mop of greasy hair hangs down around his face, but I know, I know even through all the dirt and grime on his body that it's him. I little by little walk over to him taking in more of his changed appearance with each step, unlike those around him he seems in adequate condition, he's not starved into a living skeleton for one thing, not that he couldn't do with a couple good meals, or a few dozen more on top of that. The strongly defined muscles in his arm's, leg's and back seem even more developed since last I saw him, I edge closer determined to get a look at his face in this dim light and pull down my hood to my shoulders. Other than being in need of an intense scrub in a bath and some nourishing food he doesn't seem so bad off.
Softly kneeling down about a foot in front of him I ignore the muck and filth around me as he continues to stay motionless, his not asleep though, I can tell, the moment I kneeled down in front of him all those beautiful muscles tensed slightly.
[b]Max POV[/b]
Go.
Just pass me by.
Why can't I at least be left alone, I have nothing except my solitude now, can't they leave me with that at least.
'Not that you don't deserve the worst Max, the lucky ones got to die, this is your own fault.' I think to myself while waiting for whoever it is that is near me to go away. They don't though, I can feel who ever it is getting closer and it sends a chill down my spine unsettling me, I don't want to be unsettled, I just want to stay here in the darkness on my own.
A rustling of soft fabric sharpens up my hearing and I flinch as I realise whoever it is, is now right in front of me. I stay motionless not wanting to provoke any action from them knowing full well the consequences of angering the 'Things' on this ship. That's when the delicate perfumed sent reaches me from this person, like jasmine, only sweeter with other more subtle scents mixed in with it.
Not being able to stand the temptation anymore I gradually life my head to look at who or what it is. I hear a harsh choking sound and realise it's me choking on the breath I sucked in. I never thought I would see a beautiful thing in this place, but I've just been proven wrong. I though she was human at first glance or even an Angel sent from heaven, but as my eye's become accustomed to the light I realise this is not so. Her skin is unnaturally pale, almost white, like milk, with only the faintest tint of pink on each cheek that I can see. Her hair falls around her face in a waterfall of dark brown locks that drip down to her breast line, and yet her hair in the places the light catches it, shimmer's a metallic purple color, as do her dark brown eyes. The almost solid metallic purple color is unmistakable on her lips, in the strong contrast to the paleness of her skin and for an odd moment when I reach up to rub the sleep out of my eye's I could swear it was Liz, but the cold sharp look in her expression sends a chill down my spine and destroys such an illusion, Liz is dead.
She stands up towering over me and orders in an intense low voice for me to get up as well. I steadily easy myself up off the floor using the wall as support even though my muscles scream for me to just stay still.
"Tell me your name." She says in a condescending voice that has almost a mocking tone to it.
"Max." I say trying to match her gaze and failing.
"Max." She breathes out in one harsh whisper as if it was venom in her mouth to say and I can't stop the cold chill that stabs down deep inside me from happening.
"Do you know what they plan to do with you, Max?" She ask motioning her head to the short tubby man standing a way off and then to the guards standing on the gangway over head.
"I'm their prisoner." I say and watch as a small smile appears on her face.
"No your not, you're their slave." She says then taking a step towards me she continues in a soft whisper, "Tomorrow you and everyone here are going to be auctioned off, unfortunately there isn't much of a market demand for primitive little humans so the only places that will be bidding for you are the meat markets and restaurant owners. I don't mean that as in you will be their slaves helping them, I mean it as you will be the product they'll be selling, in little sliced up pieces."
"You came down here just to tell me that?" I say, my voice sounding patronizing even to my own ears, if she wanted me unsettled then she's succeeded.
"No, I wanted to inform you of my offer, one that you really don't have much choice in accepting or not." She says and then continues in a more silky voice, "You see Max, if you haven't guess all ready, this is Hell, or at least as close as you can get to it while you're still alive, and things can't really get much worse. This can be a Very lonely place Max, and I. desirer a companion to. interact with."
"Interact with?" I say raising an eyebrow.
"To Fuck Max, I wanna FUCK, and there aren't any beings here that are really atomically correct for me other than you."
Blink.
Stare.
Blink.
Stare.
'Damn she actually just said that didn't she? So much for being subtle.' Motioning my head side to side I say in a mocking tone, "I can see plenty of other human male's to be your toys."
"Ahhh. but your not like most human male's now are you Max Evan's. I know your secret." She says in her silky voice that now has a sinister tone in it.
"I-I don't know what you mean.. Wait a sec, how did you know my last name?" I say in a coarse voice, eyeing her suspiciously.
"Who the hell are you?" I ask in a loud voice no longer caring about cowering away from the guards.
"A ghost." She whispers.
"Just a ghost."
