A/N: Ah, look. Another short chapter.
I think I'll stop here for today. Four chapters in one day is plenty, I think.
So read! Read now!
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Vix awoke lying on top of a cushiony substance. She propped herself up, and immediately wished she hadn't. Her neck burned, and she slowly sat up with a grimace. She was in a Voot Cruiser on auto-pilot. She looked around for her cape, as she noticed its absence, and saw it beside her, folded up with a note on top.
Vixen, this ship is on auto-pilot, headed for Earth, the defect planet. You should arrive within six months. Do not ever call the Almighty Tallest, try to conquer a planet, or return to Irk in any way, or you will be executed immediately. The Tallest.
Vix sighed. She was in exile now, but she would find a way home, no matter what. She tied the cape around her neck, which was covered in white bandages. She looked around. She was alone, with no one to bother her for the next six months.
Finally Vix could do what she had been meaning to do for days, and yet she hadn't found the time previously.
She checked to make sure the hatch was closed, and she began to scream. Screamed so loudly her throat was sore after a few seconds. She cried and screamed, thrashing around inside the Cruiser. Thank Irk there were seats, or she would have injured herself greatly. Her neck hurt badly, and she screamed louder as it hit repeatedly against the edge of the seat.
Killing always came at a price, and this seemed the best way to get out all the emotions coursing inside her. She knew she was insane, and her mental status helped block out some of the twinges of guilt every time she took another life. But still, insanity wasn't the greatest. She always, always was screaming, and if not out loud, inside her head. She always had mental wars with herself; her conscious had fights with itself daily.
She had gotten pretty good at hiding her feelings, but there was always a breaking point inside her, and she had come to it multiple times. It was like her mind was preventing her from escaping from herself; keeping her a prisoner in her own mind. All of her anger at herself, all of her guilt, her sadness, her insanity, it was trapped inside her.
And she had to let it out.
After what seemed like a lifetime latter, Vix wiped her eyes and got comfortable. Six months was a long journey.
She set the alarm on the Cruiser to wake her in six months, initiated Auto-Sleep, and let herself fall soundly asleep.
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A/N: Well, now wasn't that interesting? The next chapter will be more intriguing, I promise.
But anyway, cheese!