Damn the Yautja. I never could comprehend the true meaning behind taking trophies. If you've killed something, isn't it enough to just know you did it? I've killed a lot of people in my time and nothing has ever compelled me to take their body parts and mount them on a wall. Damned yautja. It wasn't them this time though, it was another creature with an affinity for skulls. Is it because they feel theirs aren't good enough? Do they feel they are missing something?

I looked across the room at the other beings in their cells. They all looked the same. They had lost themselves. They hadn't seen the outside world for so long that they forgot their identity. Unfortunately for me I wouldn't forget who I was. I knew that I possessed a very powerful mind and being. Another thing is. . .I don't think they are planning on letting me live for much longer.

"This is droll."

That's when I realized I was alone in my cell. Sponge Guy was nowhere to be found. Oh, I remember now. He wasn't with me when I got zapped. Or at least, not on my shoulder. He must be in the woods somewhere. I sighed. Now I'm lonely. My eyes wandered around the room. I saw what looked to be a Dagon in one of the cells. That didn't make much sense to me since they don't tend to leave their galaxy and this one is very far away.

"Hey."

About three of the prisoners looked at me.

"Dagon."

The other two looked hurt and immediately turned their backs to me. That's right, go ahead and pretend I don't exist.

"What is it?"

"What are you doing here? You aren't exactly from around these parts."

"What is it to you?"

I sighed and grabbed the bars of the cell with my paws.

"I just want to know."

"And how do you know what I am?"

"I had a Dagon for a friend."

This seemed to get a reaction from him.

"What was his name?"

"Fahu."

He stood up and walked to the bars and looked at me more closely.

"What word do you have of him?"

"He's. . .dead."

"What? How did he die?"

I didn't want to lie and since there were bars and a few feet seperating us I figured I wouldn't have to fight him if he got upset.

"He died protecting me."

The Dagon frowned and hung his head. When he looked at me again, the expression wasn't one I had expected.

"You must have been a good friend to him if he gave his life for you."

I nodded. I hope that was the case. If he just wanted to die to get away from me, I would have to feel worthless.

"They abducted me from my home. I've been put through many experiments in their lab."

"Experiments? Why?"

"I overheard them speaking about wanting to create the ultimate weapon. Something that could wipe out the universe."

"So I guess they haven't realized they are part of the universe."

"What?"

"They'll get wiped out too."

I sat down on the floor, leaned against the bar and crossed my arms over my chest. I closed my eyes and decided to take a nap.

"What are you doing?"

"Well, I came here to kill them, but since they are going to kill themselves, there's really no point."

"Don't you want to save the universe?"

"It's not really any of my concern."

I heard him mumble a few incoherent words and slam his hands against the bars. After a few minutes the door that led into the rest of the building opened. A tall hooded figure came in. He stopped in front of my cage, but I didn't turn around to look at him.

"I never thought the rumors were true. I didn't possibly think that such a creature as you could exist past a certain age. No others have."

My ears twitched. Others? So I'm not the first of my kind?

"Now I see that there is indeed an abomination, and on my planet nonetheless. What made you come back here?"

I heard him shuffle his feet. I'm not talking to this ass hole. I stood up and walked over to the corner and curled up into a ball with my back to him.

"If you don't want to talk, that's fine."

The cell door opened and I felt something hit my back. It felt just like that orange bolt I had seen flying towards me when I was captured. I'll assume that's what it was this time as well. I played half-dead and let myself be carried away. I listened to the sounds around me. I didn't particularily like what I was hearing. Pained screaming, frightened cries, the melody of torture. After about five minutes I was placed on a table and strapped to it. I don't know what they are going to attempt to do to me, but I don't think I'm going to be all right with it.

I felt something get very close to my face.

"Wake up."

I kept my eyes closed and mostly ignored that voice. That's the voice of the person I hate the most right now. I was hit in the face rather hard by something resembling a fist. I opened my eyes and roared. I tried to sit up, but I couldn't.

"I want you to be awake for this. It will be a learning experience for both of us."

"I hate you."

He frowned. Wow, this guy is one of those types. The ones that can be the ultimate piece of shit, but still be surprised when someone says they hate them or don't agree with them.

"I'm doing something good here. I'm trying to help people."

"No you're not."

"I. . . "

"Wrong! Whatever you say is wrong, you don't know what you are talking about, you're retarded, shall I go on?"

He glared at me and signaled one of his underlings. He walked over with a large syringe and shoved it in my arm. He started drawing out some of my blood.

"That's mine!"

I twisted my arm to the side and the needle snapped off. I kicked out with my feet and the straps broke. I flipped backwards, landed on the floor and ripped my hands away from the table. As soon as they were free I hit one of the wraiths in the face and slashed another arcross the chest. I had killed about three when I heard a crack and felt something sting my back. I was shocked. That actually hurt. I turned around to see what that had been. There was a different wraith standing there. His aura made my muscles quiver. He was holding a long whip in his hand and it was glowing green. That must be what just hit me. My eyes traveled up to his face. He had very black eyes. They seemed to pull in light instead of reflect it. He had black hair as well. If I didn't want him dead so bad, I would think he was the most handsome man I had ever seen.

He grinned at me and I crouched down. Why is he grinning like that? I would think he would be scowling.

"Hello Lena. Have you returned to fullfil your mother's promise?"

" . . .What?"

"Your mother made a vow that when her daughter was old enough, I would be given a wife."

"She probably didn't mean me. Why would she give her daughter to a bastard like you?"

"Because I let her refuse me. She was meant to be my wife, but when she fell in love with that Lynen father of yours, I realized she wouldn't be happy with me. I let her go after she promised you to me."

I nearly doubled over, but managed to keep my stance somehow. This couldn't be true. He has to be lying, of course, I've learned that men with this much influence and narcissism don't tend to lie. They don't have to. Mother, what did you do?

"But you didn't let her go. You killed her and all the Lynens."

"I was upset."

He started to wind up the whip. After he was done, he attached it to a hook on his belt. At least he isn't going to use that again. I can still feel the pain in my back where it hit me.

"No, when someone is upset they drink themselves stupid or maybe start a small brawl, but they don't wipe out an entire planet."

"Lena, you must understand, how would you have felt if Ya'uta had taken a wife after confessing his feelings for you? Wouldn't you want to destroy something?"

"Yes, but I lack rationality. You seem to be rational, so for you to pull something like that is taken into different consideration."

I stopped for a moment and realized I was speaking to him as if I knew him. I feel like I actually do. What the hell is going on?

"Anyone can lose their reasoning abilities when faced with heart ache. You of all people should understand that."

This conversation isn't going in a direction I'm used to. Normally by now I would have taken a chunk out of this guy, or killed him, and made my escape. Here I am having a conversation with him about what is considered right and wrong. This is really starting to freak me out. I stood up and sat down on the table. I looked around for a moment at the three wraiths I had slain. Their bodies were slowly disolving off their bones. Lord took a seat on the counter across from me. He looked at me for a moment.

"How did you get here?"

"I wasn't planning on it if that's what you're thinking. My ship just sort of crashed all on it's own."

"So would you think of it as fate that you're here?"

"No, just a misfortunate accident."

"You cannot wound me Lena."

"What?"

"After all the pain my heart has gone through with your mother, she could really push my buttons, I'm immune to most insults."

I sighed and ran my hand over my head. I'm not quite accostumed to lacking hair. I have fur, yeah, but it isn't really the same. After I ran my paw through my fur I looked at Lord again.

"So you want me for a wife?"

"Of course. I can see that you aren't as callous and evil as your mother was, at least not mentally. You are very straight forward. I rely on your bluntness."

I blinked a few times. This is just getting weirder and weirder.

"Why is it that I feel I know you?"

"Your mother made sure you would know me as soon as you saw me. That way we wouldn't have to go through all the trouble of getting to know each other. You know how awkward that can be."

"Actually, I don't. I've never been in a relationship before."

"That's right. Ya'uta and you were seperated before that came about."

It was creeping me out that he knew so much about that.

"Why do you know this?"

"I've been searching for you all your life. It was only when the Yautja provoked the change in you that I found you. You were hidden for years because your energy was covered up, You really believed you were human, so you were masked from me."

I might have been wrong about him, initially. He really seems to have a compassionate side. That doesn't mean I'm going to roll over and marry him.

"Are you hungry?"

I nodded and followed him out of the room. I don't know what is going to happen to me now, but I would like to think I have a say in it.