A/N: I am on a crazy updating spree. Yep.
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First, Vix was brought to get her loops in her antennae. The Irken in charge was a young, female scientist, with shaking hands. There were six Elite guards posted just inside the room, just in case anything happened to go wrong, even though Vix was still handcuffed.
The loops hurt, but that was to be expected. The girl used some sort of holepuncher-looking thing to insert the loops into her right antennae. Much to the scientist's horror, Vix had waited until the blood from the loops had trickled down near her mouth to lick them up with her long tongue. The scientist had nearly vomited. Vix had only grinned.
Vix liked the loops, though. They made her look scarier, and scarier was always good. They ran from the base of her right antennae almost to the tip. There were seventy-two, Vix guessed, on account of her murdering seventy-two Irken citizens.
After the loops, Vix was brought to the jail, probably to wait while her punishment from the Elite leader was decided. As she walked through the doors, a collective gasp went out through the few prisoners that were in the jail as well.
Vix was the one every serious criminal looked up to, but now, seeing her in there with them made them look at her with such desperation and dismay that she knew they had lost all hope.
She was thrown into an empty cell. "Wait here," said the guard, "he'll be here soon." Vix guessed that 'he' was the Irken Elite leader. She hated him so very much.
Drawing her cape up around her as best as she could, she huddled in the cold jail cell and waited.
And waited...
And waited...
Until at last, the doors swung open again, and in stepped the Elite leader, laser gun in hand.
He jerked her cage open and dragged her roughly out by her collar to the center of the room, where all the prisoners could see.
"Look, you filthy criminals. Look at what I've got here," said the leader. "Vixen. She has been captured. Let this be a lesson to all of you." He forced her onto her knees, and placed his foot onto her back, forcing her into a hunched position.
"Vixen, are you ready to revive your punishment?" he asked. The prisoners seemed to be holding their breath, wondering what she would do. It was dead quiet.
"I am ready. I am so ready," Vix said, smiling greatly. She began to laugh, laugh her homicidal, malicious laughter. But her laughter soon turned to screams, twisted, horrible screams, as the Elite leader trained his laser gun onto the back of her neck, carving away at her skin.
She managed to keep her head up, and kept smiling through her guttural screams at the prisoners, who were watching horrified, but thick, fat tears rolled down her face.
After what seemed like hours, but could have only been minutes, the Elite leader finally stopped, and kicked her in the side.
Vix, in return, managed to kick him in the leg. She laughed again, echoing through the room.
He yelled in pain, and shouted for someone to get her out, but the pain finally caught up to her and she blacked out.
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A/N: Duh duh duh!
Short chapter, I know. But oh well!
Until next time...