A/N Here is the 8th chapter. I felt like updating soon after my last chapter.
Disclaimer: Strife belongs to AlphaBlades, not me.
Note: This chapter is RATED R for sexual content. This is not happy fluffy romance content. So, if rape disturbs you, don't read.
The Venus Eclipse came alongside her, opening a small hatch for her to go into. Maki just stared at it, more tears freezing to her skin. Davis and Rift had been killed by the man she hated; they had been killed because of her. Kashamie had died because of her.
Cold titanium clasped around Maki, bringing her to the open hatch; Vena apparently operated one of the grappler arms. As soon as air pumped into the second section of the air lock, the iced tears turned back into a liquid, dripping down her cheeks and chin. Frosty salt caked on her skin in thin streams where her tears had been.
As her body changed back to nitrogen/carbon energy usage, sharp needle-like pains covered her body. Being a bio-android, frostbite was not quite an issue, though it hurt like hell anyway. Her mechanical frame had pumped minute amounts of antifreeze into her blood, keeping it from freezing. If her blood cells had frozen, they would have all died, severely crippling her.
"Maki, it is necessary for us to leave now. Those men tried to override my systems with a virus implant. I am blocking the implant's signal for now, but 56 more hours and I will not be able to do so. There is a port about 16 hours away from here that has sufficient technology to remove the implant. Shall I set a course?" Vena's voice was slightly crackled, showing that she was blocking the signal.
Maki just wished to stay in one place, though she knew that was an idiotic action. She felt horrible, and would for awhile, but death was part of life. If she did not deal with it, she would succumb to it.
"Yes, set a course. I need to buy some clothes anyway. Strife will be pissed off when I tell him I incinerated his trench coat. Also, going around in my undergarments isn't very warm." Maki left the air lock and headed to her bedroom. She was quite tired and knew some sleep would do her good. "Wake me up when we arrive."
Warm, sticky……Something stuck to her hands. Upon opening her eyes she wishes them closed, yet they did not. Blood, so much blood…..It flowed all over her body. The scent was of Davis and Rift, and more predominantly of Kashamie.
She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out. Then, the blood disappeared. She was in a bed with thick covers, on top of the covers. Her body bore no clothes and heat swam over her.
A man, thick muscled and slightly grotesque, hovered over her. His tongue forced into her mouth, attacking hers, bruising her mouth. His hands groped down her body, squeezing her breasts and slipping into the untested space between her legs. He was not gentle, not slipping in slowly. He plunged his finger into her, not waiting long to place another in. They pulled muscles she did not even know she had.
His tongue slithered out of her mouth, trailing down her chin, the creases of her throat and collarbone. It traced her nipples and his teeth took them into his mouth one at a time, sucking on them hard. When he trailed further, blood flowed lightly down her breasts. He nipped at her downy stomach, kissing her navel, and moved further. The soft hair brushed against his cheeks and chin. He snaked out his tongue and took a long, salty taste. His tongue felt better in that space, yet it still hurt. However, chains binding her arms and legs disallowed resistance.
At the moment he tasted her moist folds, his desire became greater, more noticeable against his pants. He slipped off her, removing his pants and undergarment, his organ freed from the confines of cloth. She had never seen one before, and it scared her.
Climbing back on top of her, he took several more long tastes of her body. Taking his hands, he spread apart her legs farther than the chains had spread them. In one swift thrust, he sunk into her depths, piercing the thin membrane that made girls women. Tears flowed from her eyes, the pain increasing with every thrust, the pulled muscles seeing to that.
At his climax, he filled her with his essence and fell on top of her. A few minutes later, she was taken to a cold, dank dungeon.
Maki woke up in a start, tears streaming uncontrollably down her cheeks. She observed her body, feeling phantom pain in many areas. Checking her breasts, she saw the several small scars around her nipples that Hazanko had widened and deepened every time he had bedded her.
Covering her chest with her arms, she hung low and cried, her tears soaking the white sheets.
The port city of Dashwanall was very nice and clean, and quite tight on security. The Venus Eclipse was in the docks and being repaired. Maki had taken a bed sheet and formed it into a makeshift toga. She wanted to find a clothing store immediately.
A general clothing store was near her, as was a gothic/punk clothing store. She needed to buy a trench coat so she figured the gothic/punk store would be much better for that.
Upon entering the store, strange glances followed her around. She noticed several trench coats, but she decided to buy clothes for herself first.
She tried on a black tank-top, black pants, and boots. Black was not her color of choice, but they looked the best on her. She took off the price tags, keeping on the clothes, grabbed a few pairs of socks, underwear, and bras, and paid for them.
The trench coats were varied in size, shape, and color. She found a very long, black coat that was almost identical to Strife's old one. She slung it over her arm, but another trench coat caught her eyes. It was red leather and about the right size for her. She tried it one and looked in the mirror. Smiling, she bought both trench coats.
A few hours later, she came back to the Venus Eclipse, Vena's hard drive having been removed of the virus implant. "Vena, feeling better?"
"Yes, quite."
"Good. Can you record a message for me? I want to send it to the Outlaw Star, and I am pretty sure we're out of communication range with the shirt range coms."
"Yes. Just say 'Record' when you wish to start. Say 'End' to stop recording."
Maki took in a deep breath. "Record……Hello all. This message is for Strife…..So, Strife, how have you been? Good, I assume. Well, you know that trench coat you lent me? Well……I kinda incinerated it. But, you don't need to freak out about it 'cause I bought you a brad spankin' new one. So, I was wondering when and where you and everyone else can meet with me. I can give you your new trench coat and I can catch up on things. Anyway, reply soon. Stay safe. Hope to see you soon……End."
A/N: The last paragraph there is an example of dramatic irony. If you have not read AlpahBlades' "An Outlaw's Dream", you won't understand why. Sorry if you didn't catch the reasoning behind the last bit. Anyway, see you soon. Hope you enjoyed this chapter.