Trapped

Chapter Three: Respect

A few days later, I woke up in the night to feel something small on my back, chewing on my wings.

I flew into the air, desperately trying to get this thing off. It then flew off my back, and never came back. This place was dangerous, and because of the 'No Rules' thing, you could kill someone in here and not even get a second sentence.

Although, what could be worse than life on Incarcecon?

I looked around. Dead black everywhere. Suddenly, a few dim white lines began to come to attention. I could not see from what they were coming from, and then they moved. Gamma.

He seemed to smile. "I see you are awake. Have you thought?"

"About what?" I whispered.

He chuckled, a vaguely robotic sound. "You know what. I can tell."

"Stop being all mysterious like this!" I yelled, probably waking up many aliens.

"It is how I am," was the ominous answer. "Why do you think I am in here?"

"What did you do?" I flew closer, landing near him.

"Ah, you are curious." If he could, he would have smiled. He was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. "I have, many times, caused chaos on the technological center of the galaxy, Galvan Prime. I have shut down the main power core, and other severe felonies. Since I could not be killed, they sent me here. But I have no regrets."

"Neither do I," I stated coldly. "She deserved to die."

"Who?"

"My mother," I said. "I killed her. Assassinated. I don't care."

"Cold for one so young," Gamma stated. "I do not understand the concept of relations, for I was not 'born' as you were."

I glanced at him.

"That is a secret of my race, and the Galvans, our true creators," he said blankly.

I snorted.

"Hush," he commanded sharply.

"Don't tell me what to do, you blob of metal," I snapped. "You're not the boss of me."

With that, I flew off. Again.

"Damn it!" I cursed aloud, but to myself. "Why does he have to know everything?"

I looked over the railing that had sent most aliens here to their deaths. There must be hundreds of bodies down there. I thought of letting myself stop moving, and fall over the edge, finally escaping. But I wasn't going that far. Ciron does not kill herself like that, I thought.

I stepped back from the edge, and began flying. I stared at the dozens of aliens below, all looking up at me as I flew overhead. I did not care about them.

I finally landed after a long time, and after a few 'accidental' meetings with Gamma. He seemed to be everywhere I was. He just merely chuckled and walked away as I got mad at him. He seemed to be the calm type, so I could only wonder how a guy like him could be evil enough to be in Incarcecon.

Then, some alien—a Tetramand, I think—suddenly came up to me and grabbed me by the neck. "You fight, yes?" he asked in rough tongue.

I didn't even realize I was nodding.

"Good!" He then threw me into a circle of aliens. The attack was so sudden. I was fighting a Pyronite. This would not be good.

The fire alien let out a cry in his own language, something I could not understand. He then held out his hands, an inferno pouring out towards me. I took to the air, flying down and slamming into him. Ciron does not back down from a fight, no matter who the opponent is.

"You can't win!" I shouted.

I shot the slime my species created naturally from my eyes, hitting the Pyronite in the face. The slime was flammable, and exploded in his face. He flew backwards, stumbling over the edge and falling into oblivion.

An alien with a computerized face and a huge smile came up to me. It merely nodded, acknowledging me. Barely.

I looked to my side to see an alien with a long tongue. The tongue was waving in the air, at nothing in particular. Then, my eyes fell on that cursed Mechomorph again. He seemed to grin, but it was hard to tell when he had no mouth.

Why can't he get a life? I shouted to myself.

Speaking of lives...have I mentioned I hate mine? Just thought I'd throw that in.

"You think you know everything," I said to Gamma. He merely looked over at me as I approached, walking instead of flying. "But you don't. You don't know how we can escape, you don't know anything about me, you know zilch! You're a freak. A fucking freak!!"

"Whatever you think," he said ominously.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It's your opinion what I do and do not know. Therefore, you know nothing about me, so you should not be criticizing me."

Wow. Couldn't argue with that logic. But I did, as it was in my blood.

"Freak," I spat.

He looked up at me. "Weakling."

I blinked. All four eyes. Did he just call me a weakling?

I turned back to him. He was gone, combining with the wall of the place and vanishing from my sight.

I slowly sat down as the lights faded in the huge room signaling night, even though it was hard to tell night from day in an outer space prison.

I told myself that many creatures must have gone mad in this place. I did not intend to.

Escape.

That word continually rang in my ears. I wanted to get out badly, but from what I've heard about Incarcecon, it was impossible to get out of—or in.

A new prisoner was thrown in—a Tetramand. He landed right on top of me, and being 8oo pounds, it nearly crushed me. I didn't like being crushed.

I grabbed one of his upper arms and flung him far from me, slamming him into the wall. "Stay away from me!" I screamed.

He got up and charged at me. I flew up into the air, higher than his short, stubby arms could reach, and flew down, crashing into his head, sending him to his knees. He tried another attempt at me, but I grabbed his upper arm and flung him around like a limp rag. Who ever said my species wasn't strong?

The Tetramand slowly got up, then just growled at me and sauntered off.

I suddenly heard an odd sound. It sounded like metal slapping something over and over. Turning a pair of my eyes backwards, then my whole body, I saw it was Gamma. He was casually clapping, nodding his head. Then, a few aliens joined in, then almost all of them near me began to applaud. I did not know what for. Then, one spoke up, but softly.

"She took down a Tetramand," was the whispered voice.

"And a female nonetheless!" another harsh voice whispered.

"How?"

I stood in front of them. "That's what you get for messing with Ciron, rouge outlaw of the Highest Lepidopterrans!" I pointed to the Tetramand, who was tending to an injured arm. I did not feel any regret as he glared at me.

"She can help us escape!" one alien piped up in a whispery voice trying to yell.

It was an Ectonurite. It actually had a sun-resistant covering, which only the most powerful Ectonurites had. I wondered why it was in here.

"We have been trying to escape for years. They took the best of our abilities. They took away my ability to phase through objects and possess others." It grabbed its head. "I'd rather go to Pyros! I'm going insane!!"

"They took my ability to clone!" another shouted. I didn't know what species it was. It seemed to have a black hat with its two ears sticking out of the side, with a fin on top. It had a black and red-ish suit. Three pink dots were on its forehead. "Without that I'm nothing!"

"I can no longer control machinery," Gamma said quietly.

"My only true ability!" a callous voice shouted. It belonged to a mummy-like alien. It held up its hands sadly; obviously, its only true ability had been stolen.

A squeaky voice sounded; it came from a black and white blob-like creature. It had three eyes, two antennae, with white...goo...for the body and black stripes over its eyes to make them look like Earthling tadpoles. It said something, then sagged sadly into the metal shell that held its soft body up.

"This is just cruel!" a Pisccis Volann shouted.

Almost everyone had something taken from them that would normally allow them to escape. "And you?" one asked me. "What did they steal unrightfully from you?"

I smiled vaguely. "Just my will to survive. Truly, now, I'd rather die.

That sent them all into a outburst. Some creatures actually agreed with me.

"But we can yet escape," Gamma announced. "Try to find a way out. All of us must work together...or else."

"Who's in?" I shouted, startling Gamma.

The aliens were now murmuring amongst themselves. Then, they all shouted, "Aye!!"

I smiled. "Well, Gamma, what's the plan?"

All heads—or whatever other aliens had—turned to the Mechomorph. He seemed to smile. "So you finally accept my ideas?"

I nodded.

"Very well... here's the plan..."