Chapter 3:

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The child was unconscious for what was assumed to be many hours. Another's galaxy's sun, where the planet gets all of the few light it has, has appeared to have set from one day and rose for another once. When she did eventually begin to once again join the world of the conscious once more, she did not do so quickly. No, the process was slow; she only regained one sense at a time. The first sense she was given by the clutches of conscious was the sense of touch. At first, she didn't even notice the merciless, freezing sensation of the air that embraced her body or the hard, recently bloodied floor. Slowly, her body tensed up as she tried to shield herself from the cold, with no avail. She had noticed the cold in the time she had with the puppy, but something was bothering her now that had not been present earlier. This time, she felt more… exposed. Multiple stinging sensations were felt all across her body, the worst one of all being across her right eye. As far as she can tell, some sort of thick, warm liquid surrounded the stings and flowed all over and surrounded her. All the pain caused by these stings and the now throbbing irritation of her shoulders caused her much distress, but little did the poor child know that she was about to be forced to endure so much more…

Slowly, her sight slowly faded back. There wasn't much for her to behold at first, for all she could see was a dark red, which appeared to be the color of the warm liquid that caressed her body. She knew that there was a name for this liquid, but her mind was fuzzy, so she could not immediately recall what it was. She combed her mind for the word, for the correct vocabulary for things had always seemed to just pop up in her head and tumble out her mouth. Finally, her mind's eye found the name of this substance.

Blood.

More information about this thick, red liquid soon collected in her mind. Normally, this liquid pulsed through her and most other beings bodies, and is normally only exposed when a wound is inflicted. Then, the child remembered the events previous before being knocked unconscious. She fumbled for her cape, trying to wipe her eyes with it. Her cape was very damp with blood, but she still managed to wipe her left eye. All attempts to wipe her other eye ended quickly, the blood that was wiped away there was soon replaced. Finally giving up, she decided to take a look at her surroundings. It was very dark in this room, much like the hallways that she was in earlier. Unlike the hallways, however, this was a very small room. The room had nothing but the child in it, and one out of the four walls just contained bars made of a metal unknown to her at the moment. She could faintly see outside hallway through the small spaces between the bars. The child considered trying to escape, but, remembering all the pain she was in, she reconsidered.

As more memories came back, she remembered the painful sensation on her left shoulder that was unique from the bites and claw marks all over the other parts of her body. Reluctantly, she looked at her left shoulder, scared at what she would see.

Indeed, it was a gruesome sight.

Her upper arm was raw-looking, black at some parts. Some of the black metal of her shoulder pad had appeared to have melted and was now running all down the arm. It was nearly impossible to move, and when she tried to, a loud moan escaped her cold lips, echoed around the room, and then faded into nothingness. Hearing had been restored to the child, but alas, there was nothing left to be heard except her slow breath and calming heartbeat.

She swiftly ripped her eyes away from her arm, only to have them rest on all the other wounds covering her body. For a while, the child simply laid on the floor, afraid and in too much pain to do anything, but finally, she gathered up enough courage to bring her right hand to her right eye, wanting desperately to find out what had happened to it by the sense of touch. When her gloved hand gently touched the area around the eye, the area had erupted in pain even more horrible than what had been present before. The girl let out a short yelp before slowly and shakily looked at her hand. A large, deep red flower of blood had blossomed on the pure white canvas of the glove. Tears had streamed down her face, mixing with the blood and were presented as watery red drops on the glove.

"What have those… those things done to me?" she thought. "What if they're still here?!" Her breaths grew quicker, and she began to sweat. Despite all the pain and the condition of her left arm, she got up, activated her invisibility, and huddled in the corner, trying to hide from a being that was not there. "Wait," she said to herself in her mind. "They couldn't have dragged me here, none of them have hands!" Realizing this, she calmed herself, but soon, she thought of another possibility. "If they didn't drag me here," she thought.

"Then what did?"

Panicked again, her breaths became deeper and quicker, and she started shaking. "I've got to calm down; the wolves are going to hear me. I must calm down!" These thoughts, however, only scared her more. "Alright, um… What if whoever or whatever dragged me here is friendly?" This calmed her down again. "Yeah! Maybe whatever brought me here saved me from the wolves! They must be trying to help!" She smiled and let out a giggle. "That means I better turn off my invisibility now, huh…" No sooner did she think that, visibility was restored to her. She sighed, resting her back against the wall. Loneliness had soon overtaken her. "I hope the puppy's alright…" She thought. Hours passed, but they felt like days to the poor child. There was nothing to do but try to move her left arm, to no avail, and talk to herself a bit. After many long hours, the child began to grow tired. "Someone will be here when I wake up," she thought, yawning. Her eyelids grew heavier, as she had some last thoughts before going to sleep. "Where is this place, anyway?"

"Who am I?"

...

When the child woke up, she saw two blood red eyes pierce the surrounding darkness. "About time you woke up." An adult, male voice grunted. Surprised, the girl gasped, causing her to try to get herself up, with no avail. She noticed that she could move her left arm again, so curious, she looked at the limb to see if anything had changed. There were bandages all along it, with blood seeping through at some parts. However, there weren't bandages over all the wounds, but the child was still grateful of whoever had bandaged her wounds.

"Did you bandage these up?" the child asked.

"Yes, and you better be thankful! It took us five hours to figure out how to take care of that arm of yours without removing it! You better behave yourself better, girl!" He replied, adding extra hate to his words.

"Well, um… thanks!" She giggled, grinning stupidly. Suddenly, she was kicked hard in the side, causing her to grunt in pain. "Hey!" she yelled, angered, her eyes turning blood red like the one of her assaulter. "What was that for?!"

"Quiet, you!"

"You still haven't an-!" She was cut off by the man, now holding a lance, threatening to pierce her.

"I said, quiet." He growled slowly. The child was horrified and enraged at the same time. "What the heck is up with this guy?" she thought, angrily.

"Alright, I guess so…" she mumbled.

"Good, now obey the first time!" he yelled. After this outburst, the man turned his back to her. "Follow me." he said coolly as he helped the girl. She obeyed, worried that the mysterious warrior might harm her further. They traveled into a better lit hallway, and soon the child could see the man with more detail. He was the same species as her, Poyonan, except he was larger than her and his skin was a dark pink. He wore a mask that was split down the middle horizontally and vertically. Two white, angelic wings were visible, and they matched his lance and armor. They walked down the hallway in the deafening silence, and the child couldn't stand it. So, the child decided to ask the man some questions, if the man didn't decline, of course.

"So, what's your name?" she asked, curiously.

"Galacta Knight." He replied quickly, sharply, and annoyed.

"Where is this place?"

"This is the temporary Nightmare Enterprises base."

"Why are we only at the temporary one? What happened to the permanent one?"

"It was destroyed." This response was even snappier and louder in volume than the first two. He didn't want any more questions from this child, who had annoyed him even while unconscious. The child didn't know this, and was madly curious. Oblivious that if she asked one more question, she would set off the bomb that was Galacta Knight's rage, she asked one last question.

"By… who?"

"I don't know!" he screamed, absolutely horrifying the girl. "Now will you shut up?!"

The child fell silent for a couple minutes, not wanting to provoke him further. "O-Okay…" she whispered loudly. Eventually, they stopped in front of a large, metal door that appeared to be made out of the same material as the girl's shoulder pad.

"Here's your room." Galacta Knight mumbled, tired sounding. He then opened the door, provoking the child to peek inside. The room had no windows or any other visible entrance. Once again, the room was the same pitch black as the girl's remaining shoulder pad, and there wasn't much furniture. It had a bed that looked as if it was for a queen, and a small, metal dresser. These were also the darkest of black.

"Um… ok," The girl murmured. "Am I supposed to go in?"

"Yes," Galacta Knight replied bluntly. "And you are to remain there until I come and get you, alright?"

"Alright." She quickly responded, not wanting to risk him hurting her. After the girl obediently walked in, Galacta Knight closed the door behind her. The girl sighed, sitting herself down on the side of the bed. Only now had she noticed a dim light bulb hanging from the ceiling that produced a soft, dim, dandelion yellow glow. She sighed, not knowing what to do next. After a while, she decided to look around the room, to see if there was anything else she couldn't see right away. So, the child got up off the bed and walked around the fairly large room. There truly was no other furniture, but behind the dresser, she did catch a color other than the pitch black of everything else. Surprised and excited, she rushed over to the dresser, reached behind it, and took out the item. The object was a sword; the color she saw was the light brown of the scabbard. The girl stood at the item with absolute awe. "Whoa…" she whispered. "Is this for me?" she thought. "It must be! That weird Galacta Knight guy said that this is my room, and why would he put anything in here that he wouldn't want me to have?" After letting free a laugh of pure delight, she soon heard a soft patting at the door. "What's that?" she thought, curiously. Then, she remembered.

"The puppy!"

Running over to the door, she almost opened it when she has another thought. "Am I supposed to let anyone in?" she questioned herself. She thought back to Galacta Knight's words.

"You are to remain here until I come and get you, alright?"

Those words echoed in her mind, going over them over and over. "Yeah, but he never said that I couldn't let any friends in." she thought, a smirk spreading over her face. Just to be safe, however, the child first opened the door just a crack to see if it really was her canine companion. Indeed, it was the pup, and the child let it in, grateful that the pup was alright, that she had a companion in the long hours of playing, and that companion didn't threaten to hurt her. Soon, the child's laughter erupted around the room as she embraced the puppy. "I missed you." She whispered.

"Alright," she said in a leisurely tone to the pup. "You might already know this, but there are other people here. They can talk, too! But the person I met wasn't very polite…"

…

"How is the girl behaving?" Nightmare asked, not expecting to hear good news.

"Not very obediently," Galacta Knight stated bluntly. "And she is unbearably annoying." Nightmare sighed as Galacta Knight continued. "I still don't see why we just can't remove the soul and replace it!"

"Galacta," Nightmare growled as calmly as he could. "Unlike weaker demon beasts, this child's body gets very… attached to whatever soul resides in it. If I were to remove the soul, it would be nearly impossible to place another soul in its place."

"But why can't you-!" Before Galacta Knight could finish his rant, Nightmare held up a finger to stop him.

"I do not currently have enough power to create another in her place, especially one with powers as strong as hers." Galacta Knight moaned in frustration. "However," Nightmare continued, "Based on your report, I'm going to need your help to break her. Make her obey." He stated, a hideous smile spreading over his face. Under his mask, Galacta Knight's face contorted into an even more insane smile than that of Nightmare.

"Yes sir!" Galacta Knight replied a little too cheerfully before going into hysterics with an insane laugh.

Author's Note: LONGEST CHAPPIE XDXDXD!111 Kinda boring, but there are things in this chapter that are important to the plot, and also there is some characterization. Hope you enjoyed!