A/N: Hits self on head I'm sooooo sorry I haven't updated in about, what, six months, maybe more? School has been so hectic and I don't get that much time on the computer. Well, I hope this chapter was well worth the wait.
The burly man in the middle of the trio gave off an air of superiority amongst the other two men, and even more so amongst Maki and her cellmates. His face bore several scars, and dark stubble ran across his chin, interrupted by a long scar that ran from his left ear to his neck. "Woman, you will come with me. You two will go with my mates here. Any mischief and we'll personally torture you into a coma, unless we haven't done so already." A wry, sadistic grin came upon his cracked lips.
Maki knew she could take this bastard, but she did not think Rift or Davis could take on the other two men by themselves, especially with firearms. Maki could take a few hits from firearms and still live, but then again she was not human. She put on a stubborn look, but went to the man anyway. "Guys, go with them. You needn't worry about me, just worry about yourselves." She turned to the man.
The sight of her silky skin sent chills down the men's spines. Such perfect skin and picturesque figure were not figures common among the normal female captives. Her ruby lips seemed to beg to be licked, her breasts just sitting there in perfect form. If they were allowed to do what they wanted…….. But, they were not. Her body begged to be used, yet their urges had to be kept at bay, lest they wish to die.
The man grasped hold of Maki's arm, feeling quite a bit more muscle than had been evident. He felt her skin tense up, go hot. She wanted so much to rip him to pieces, yet those two men she had be captured with kept her leashed. As long as no severe harm came to those two men, she would not try anything drastic. "Come, woman. Let's not make a fuss now."
Maki hesitantly went with him. He tugged lightly on her arm, bringing her into the steel hallway. Chills ran up and down her body, the lack of most of her clothes leaving little other reason why. She looked down to her chest, her breasts reacting the way they would to any cold climate. She wanted to put something over herself, so as not to give her captures the pleasure of looking upon her chilled body. It was bad enough that they groped her body with their eyes, but they need not more to gaze upon.
She truly hated most men. Very, very few had ever gotten close enough to her that she would not kill them. Tuno Fardrect….. He would always be carried in her heart. No man possessed the care and warmth he had. He was the type of man who would not pressure a woman into doing anything she did not feel comfortable with. She wished so much that they had done more than kissed, so that he could have shown her what pleasure was. However, thirty years of absence left so much time for him to forget her and move on. He had been the Prime Minister of C'tarl. His advisors would have made him get married and would have made him produce and heir. First love…. Most would tell her that there would be more men. She did not believe that. Men did not get close to her, and her heart was even colder than it had been before.
The lights up above her pulsated iridescent light, causing her skin to appear very pale. The man led her to a doorway at the end of a corridor, opening the door and pushing her inside. The door closed behind her. "Be a good girl, and I might not damage you too badly." A soft, acid-lined voice penetrated her eardrum, froze her body. The voice itself was not familiar, but the tone was oh so familiar. She turned to face the voice.
"You bastard." The eyes that met her own melted away her fear, and brought about rage. "Hazanko. Why does it not surprise in the goddamn least that your ass has slithered from your metal box and found a new body to host your mind? You touch this body, and I will kill you. And every time you resurrect yourself, I will kill you. I will hunt down your database and crush it." Knuckles went white, blood ran hot, and she was just starting to rage.
The smile upon his face pissed her off further. "Oh, pet, you can try, but your friends in the other room mightn't like that too much. You flinch at my touch, and I will have them killed. Leverage is so good to me, don't you agree, pet?" He stepped closer to her.
She glanced around the room, searching for a way out. What she found was a bed, a large bed with warm covers about it; nothing else was in the room besides the overhanging light. "Let me see the two men, and then I may believe what you say." Ice laced her tone. Hazanko was not to be trusted at all.
"As you wish." He pressed a button that opened a metal screen from a window in the left wall. "Go look."
Maki went to the window slowly, making sure Hazanko tried nothing. Blood, bones, two heads……..The remains of Davis and Rift were splayed upon the metal walls and floor, their innards torn to pieces. She felt that they were the real thing.
"Never trust me, pet. 'It was you who—'" A blinding light disintegrated him, rapidly consuming the rest of the base.
Upon waking upon, she noticed her systems had changed form nitrogen/carbon energy to solar energy. White and orange dots showed bright against the black sky. Small pieces of the base floated about. She saw the Venus Eclipse far away, no damage apparent upon its hull. The base was gone, Rift and Davis were dead, their remains disintegrated. Hazanko was dormant.
Tears ran down her cheeks and froze to her skin.
A/N: I hope this one was worth the wait. Any one expecting that? Anyway, the next chapter will be quite interesting, I assure you. See you for now.