Blaze: Ok, I'll try not to interrupt the story so much from now on…I apologize for that inconvenience in the first chapter. So yeah, on with the story!

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"…" speaking

'…' thoughts

Secrets in the Dark: Chapter 2

Joe was a newbie at his job, new in the district and slightly oblivious to the dangers of this specific city. He was hired to feed the patient as the scientists called their "testing toy". He was to throw her some food three times a day and today since he knew she missed breakfast he felt he should give her extra just to be nice. It was against regulations, but he always felt rules were meant to be broken…sometimes. Besides what harm could feeding her a little extra do? Grinning to himself the man walked down the corridor to his new job.

The girl smirked at the knock on her door. 'Right on time,' she thought as she silently got up and crossed the room, to lean in the shadows next to the door. As it unlocked the lights dimmed on and brightened after a second. Joe called a greeting, but was shocked when the response came. 'She's not supposed to be up, let alone able to move, after the treatment!' Just as the thought raced through his mind Joe found a lump of fear in his throat, as he turned to face her.

"Sorry…" she said as she lunged for his neck fangs elongated.

She felt a wave of bliss, as her sharp canines broke skin and the luscious red liquid flow freely and warmly down her parched throat. She drained him quickly and grabbed the two blood packs he dropped in the short struggle. She fled down the hallway, her escape plan now set into motion.

First she headed towards the cooling units in the employee room she had passed a million times on her way to torture. She frowned as she neared the door. Upset at the thought and when it was realized that she would need something to carry her food source in. Phasing through the door she glanced around and was delighted to find the poor sucker that had become her meal's traveling pack sitting on the food table.

"Convenient," she purred as she quickly dumped out the contents that occupied the pack.

Smirking she filled it with as much blood packets she could and a portable cooling unit to keep it fresh. With that she turned and phased out through the door and then through the next couple of walls towards her room. Silently she collected her few belongings and before she left, tugged on her black cloak. She escaped as the alarms went off from the lack of life in the "food guy". Phasing out the door to the outside she stole one of the few vehicles found in the facility and sped of into the night towards the city.

666 allowed herself a small smile as she left a large building with two double doors of great size. The fancy windows above the doors showed the building to be of at least some importance. It was owned by Mr. Weickner, a rich bar owner who needed someone to guard his most important bar for a night due to some threats he had received previously. 'Good this will be enough to restock my blood supply and then get on the next ship out of here!' she thought counting the money. 'I'm way too close to the lab for any comfort, especially with that damn bounty on my head.' With that in mind she headed to the nearest shipping lane station for her coming trip.

After making preparations and getting her ticket the young warrior looked for the ship that was to take her, hopefully, to freedom. She glanced at the ticket memorizing the name. 'Hunter-Gratznier…hmm…' she looked up form the ticket as someone addressed her. "Miss, if you're looking for the Hunter-Gratznier it's in the C wing of the hanger," said an attendant that had seen her repeatedly glance at her ticket. Thanking the man she turned and headed towards the flight. Upon reaching it she looked around for the captain. She realized that if she had waited any longer she would have missed her only escape route off this planet, when she finally found her target. The young experiment repressed the harsh memories that began to flood through her mind at the thought of losing her new found freedom. Leaving Hecklon 5 was more than welcomed at this point.

'Even after escaping I upset myself over those damn scientists!' Mentally cursing herself for being weak, she jogged over to the captain, who was discussing something with one of his crewmates.

"Excuse me, sir!" 666 called out nearing them.

"Hello, young Miss, what can I do fer ya?" answered Captain Connell as he turned to face the approaching female.

"My name's Nyra, am I too late to board?" she asked almost desperately. 'Cool it or you'll blow your cover idiot!' Nyra reminded herself.

"Ah, yes, you made it…just in time too! Why don't you board and put your stuff in a locker. We'll be using Cryo-sleep for this trip, so make sure you're prepared for it when we take off," he winked.

"Thanks!" With that she hurried into the ship. 'Oh shit! My eyes…I never covered them!' Nyra quickly pulled out a pair of dark sunglasses and slipped them on before entering the passenger cabin. Finding an empty locker she placed in her bag. She grabbed a blood pack before closing and locking away her precious cargo. Sinking in her fangs and gulping it down hungrily, she silently pleaded for the packet to satisfy her growing hunger. Nyra emptied the packet seconds before the passenger cabin door opened. She carefully hid the packet wiped away the extra blood that had dribbled down.

The visitor was surprising to say the least. A teenager, young by the look of it, entered with a half eaten sandwich. Normal at glance, but to Nyra the young "boy's" (by how the kid was dressed) scent said otherwise. He casually walked in as if nothing was wrong giving a quick nod to her as he passed. She returned with a two fingered wave.

"I'm Jack, who are you?" he asked nonchalantly. His voice seemed to be forced to be slightly deeper.

"Nyra…" she replied quietly before sitting down on a nearby chair.

"All the other passengers are in the kitchen, we are about to leave so they should be here soon." He continued, trying to start a conversation.

Nyra avoided the bait and only glanced in his direction before pulling her hood to cover her face. Jack stared for a second confused by her actions before moving quickly to his Cryo-chamber. He seemed to give up any hope he had for a conversation with the mysterious woman. After he had strapped himself in the others walked through the open doorway. Settlers made up most of the group, heading to through another doorway, their chambers farther back in the ship. About forty people ended up walking into the room. Only about eleven of them stayed in the room. Most heading directly to their Cryo-chambers, Arabs, Bushwackers, the Naval Officer, and docking pilot from before. The last two walked in and slight fear and annoyance swept over Nyra when she saw them.

The sudden emotions were caused by the sight, really of only one of the men that had entered last, the other for a moment had gone unnoticed. A badge shined in the cabin light showing off just what the guy was. 'A Merc! Damn it, I thought I gave them the slip!' Nyra thought angrily, but she kept a blank face. Then she noticed the chain held by the Merc and taking interest she followed the length of the heavy chain. Her hidden pupils fell upon the chained wrists of a well muscled man. She looked him up and down taking in every inch of the spectacular (to her) site in front of her. He wore black combat boots with metal buckles, dark cargo pants that were slightly baggy, and a black muscle shirt that rippled with every movement.

It was his head gear that intrigued her most. Besides being in need to shave off some stubble on his bald head he had a black cloth wrapped around his head, his eyes to be more exact. There was a slit in the side of it where she caught a glimpse of mercury shine, staring directly at her. Breaking the moment eye contact even through her shades she finished her inspection of the intriguing man. A horse bit was clamped to his mouth setting it in a lasting grimace. 'A convict, huh? He might keep the merc from my trail…hopefully he will be able to escape. I feel bad for him, with that kind of treatment.' Glancing in the Merc's direction she realized he was glaring at her.

She would have glared right back, but knew it would have blown her cover. So Nyra got up and silently walked over to an empty Cryo-chamber and stepped in, only glancing back quickly yet hesitantly at Johns and the convict. After entering in her identification she attached herself to the Cryo-sleep equipment, allowing her mind to be overcome by the vortex of darkness she knew well as unconsciousness.

To Be Continued…

Blaze: Another cliffhanger has been formed…Yeah, yeah I know cliffhangers suck. I hate them too, but I wanted to end it right here just to hold the suspense, slightly. Don't worry though its summer and I'm already working on typing the next chapter of this fic, I promise to update soon. But in the meantime, don't think I don't want reviews, they keep me going as much as sugar, lol! So yeah R&R people, I really do appreciate them.

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