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Before I start I just want to say that I will be taking another break to go back and properly find and correct typos that I KNOW are there. I'll also be changing some details here and there to either add to the story, make more sense, or because I feel that the change is needed. So be sure to check for that. I'd like to ask for you all to hold of on reviews (this is the worst place to ask that in retrospect) until the next chapter is up.

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It was dark. The first thing the stuck out to her when she was released from the jar was the darkness of the room compared to the one she was thrown into earlier. There was only a stiff mattress and a table in the room. All she could find herself doing was curling up in the corner and wait. She shivered in the dark for some time, alone.

Every creak shook her a little, not being able to see what was in the dark of the cell. She only peeked now and then, having her eyes squeezed shut for the majority of the ordeal. However, on one try, the room seemed to have lit up a little. Opening a second eye, she noticed that she had started to glow. The room became slightly more welcoming, but not by much. She turned back to the wall, sighing where she lay. She felt herself begin to nod off when a loud crash sounded off in another room, causing her to become alert again.

She shivered, remembering where she was. She wiped away dry tears from her face, trying to stop her shaking. She gulped, realizing how hungry she was getting from the wait. She had lost track of time by now, feeling more time had passed than what really passed in actuality. She couldn't tell how long she was going to be trapped in this room. She sighed as she tried to fall asleep.

Shortly after falling under the spell of rest she was again forced awake by a sound. This time it was over at the door, the wiggling and turning of the knob almost exaggerated. She looked up, hopeful at what could be on the other side of the door.

"Hey dummy, the door is kinda LOCKED." An unfamiliar voice was heard on the other side. The sarcasm bleed through the statement.

"Sorry, kinda eager if what they say is true." Someone replied, both voices masculine in nature.

"Grill, Tent, calm down and let's do what we're meant to do before you pull some stunt." Another voice flatly declared. "We're only here to keep her in and make sure she's alive until the Trashmasters decide what to do with her."

"Azz, you know what's going to happen, they'll put her to work in a shop downstairs or run her through initiation and breaking. It's the standard thing that happens to the deserters all the time." The first voice answered.

"Hey, it isn't going to be bad if she gets through initiation." The second chuckled as the lock finally gave them right to enter.

The door opened right after, as the three walked in. Loorea cowered at the sight of the three figures, all of them male Octolings. The third one was the shortest (and most responsible) of them, put himself right next to the door. "Ok, I guess you were onto something..." He said.

"Hey, she's glowing. This is going to be our own personal light show." The leader of the three chuckled. Despite not being an elite, this one always managed to wiggle himself into meetings and practice sessions, most of which he was immediately thrown out of. He slipped off his instant tank as he tossed a lump of bread at her. "Eat heartily."

Loorea's took the hard dough and bit into it. She soon devoured the bread, it hardly filling her at all. Looking up she shivered as the octopi remained in the room.

"Kinda wonder what she'd look like in the standard military gear..." The second mused. He walked over to her, leaning over her as he smirked. He tugged her up, grabbing ahold of her arm. "I guess this will do fine enough..."

Loorea squirmed out of his grip. She backed up from him, unknowingly walking right into the leader, She froze right as she bumped into him. Before she could turn to face him he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and the non-spiked side of her tentacles. The second Octoling pulled up on her right, blocking another escape. "If you relaxed a little bit then I suppose this wouldn't be so awkward for you." The first sneered, pushing her down to the ground between them.

"L-leave me alone..." Loorea stuttered, crawling into a corner. She turned away from them, feeling a slight urge to fight back. She puffed up her cheeks, soon spewing out some ink like substance that glowed onto the two guards.

"Well, I think I'm gonna show you-"

"Calm down." The short one moved from his spot at the door, eyeing the three. "You are being a little rough, you know."

"Come on, this is going to be just fine." He yanked at her again. "Just look, there's nothing here to worry about." He grinned, holding the Vinkling in his grasp.

Unknown to them, Loorea was gradually feeling her self-control slip away. She was sick of how the two were pushing her around. Little by little she felt some unknown urge to do something, but she couldn't understand what. The third one wasn't bothering to help her by much. She looked at the third, hoping for some form of mercy or assistance. At best, she got was a sigh from him.

"I guess it wouldn't hurt just once." He came up beside the other two, looking at the girl.

The Octarian grinned, keeping her in his grip. His victorious face went straight to confusion when he heard a growl. Turning to face his prize he was filled with bewilderment as he saw two filaments reach out on either side of him. Before he could respond with anything he felt a jerk in the arm he held her with. He didn't let go, but he then felt her hand clamp down on him, forcing him to release her. He stepped back from her, wiggling his wrist to return feeling into it.

"Hey, what is this!?" One of the other Octolings asked, both trapped by the filaments.

"You said this was gonna be simple!" One shouted as he fought against the filaments. His struggle was pointless, as the stuff only wrapped tighter and tighter with each room the wiggling offered.

The head of the three turned from his entrapped comrades, turning back toward the Vinkling. "I guess we do have some fight in this little blowup doll." He stretched, trying to pretend he wasn't intimidated at all.

Before him stood Loorea, the spots where she glowed were now fully lit up, her corner of the room was illuminated red. She stood unshaken by his presence now, no longer wearing innocent fear on her face. She watched as he walked up to her. Her eyes locked onto him, awaiting whatever would happen. She could have been considered scary if not for normally being unintimidating in nature. Another growl slid out as she stalked toward him as he stood his ground. He eyed her wearily while trying to hide it with a lackluster confident face.

"Alright, guess I'll just sho-" He began before he was cut off from being lunged at. The Octoling found himself pinned against the wall, a nasty pain growing from the points of impact. The webbing of Loorea's tentacles stretched as they reached out, the spikes finding flesh to dig into. He couldn't even shout before he felt her clamp down on him. When it was over all that was left was his now limp body with deep gashes all over, his body no longer holding the life it once had.

She turned, feeling the two struggle even more. The poor fool bit down on the filament that was around him, having gotten his head loose enough to be able to reach down to it. She only winced ever so slightly. "When I'm outta this I'm gonna feed you to those bottom dwelling fish myself." He declared after giving up on chewing his way out.

They heard a pair of hurried steps begin their way to the cell. Loorea turned, dropping one to jam the door shut. Before he could get back up the filament fastened itself around his neck. All he could do a writhe as the Vinkling closed in on him.

The remaining Octoling could only watch as Loorea mutilated his two fellow octopi in arms. He held his breath as he could only wait for his turn. He didn't move as Loorea stood over the two bodies. She turned, looking at him with cold and unnatural eyes. Her dress was soaked with the purple-ish blood and ink from the previous two, some of it was on her face and tentacles. She released him, both filaments pulling back to their spots, now unneeded.

"Come on, I-I wasn't going to hurt you." He pleaded. "This could just be between the two of us, right?" He reached for his Octoshot, only to find it and his tank across the room. Scampering away he tried to open the door, only for it to not bulge. Turning, he could only watch as she bore down upon him. All he could do was give up hope as she felt the inevitable begin. He could feel the spikes tear into him, diving into his boneless body. He felt her bite down, draining him before all his senses went blank. He dropped, not at all feeling the impact of the ground. His vision went blank as he looked at the last face he would ever see.

Loorea stood looking at the bodies that were lying around her, still empty of any emotion. She no longer felt that dull emptiness in her stomach, now full. Her face didn't change until a beating on the door intensified. It was then that she snapped back to herself, realizing that she was in the room surrounded by the three dead bodies. She gasped, moving her hand over her mouth. She pulled it back when she felt something sticky on it and her face. Looking down, she stopped in horror as she saw her tunic and nearly half of her was covered in purple fluid. She bent down and sobbed as she put the two together, catching on to what had happened.

Just then the door slammed open, light filled the room with a silhouette in the doorway. Loorea turned away, her eyes haved adjusted to the dark, save for her own glow. "Course it's the last one we look." She heard.

"Then hurry up, it's a miracle this wasn't the first place they thought of putting extra security." Another voice said, a ready to go tone the voice.

The Vinkling shivered. "G-go away..." She curled up in the center of the room.

"We will, but we gotta bring you too." She felt a warm hand on her shoulder. Turning she saw Pat down next to her. His face filled with shock when he saw her. Loorea threw her arms around him, crying.

"Alright, hurry-." The Elite poked her head in, taking in the scene. She had given Pat back his coat, but kept his bags to herself at the moment, remembering the earlier incident. She was partly taken back by the scene, and also slightly impressed. "Well..."

"Come on, let's go." Pat encouraged Loorea, who simply changed forms, shaking in his arms. He shifted her in his arms, carrying the terrified Vampire Squid out. Amber stayed behind for a moment, looking over the three dead before hurting after the two herself.

"You have some explaining to do." She muttered alongside Pat.

"Well, so do we." He grunted. They made their way through the place. Amber giving directions, being the main guide. They came across several guards who were bent on tracking them down, however, Amber had with her several toys she was dying for an excuse to use for some long time. The biggest thing they did have on their side was how close they already were to one of the vehicle garages.