Chapter 7: All Cleaned Up & Scars of Fear

Kate's Pov:

Soon I was placing the last robot on the pile and stopped to look the place over. After a long time moving and carrying bot after bot the place finally looked decent enough to actually stay in for a while. It still wasn't hotel service clean, but at least now I didn't have to worry about tripping over anything in the dark. I just hope Robo Dracula appreciates it enough to start showing me a little bit of respect. I mean seriously, is a little bit of respect too much to ask for? It's not like I was asking him to move all of Camelback Mountain to the other side of Phoenix, AZ or anything else that was major. Then yet again he is a villian afterall. Asking him to show some respect might as well be like moving an entire mountain. Pretty soon I heard the flapping wings of his royal suckyness coming though the exit of my prison. As he flew in I saw the things he got for me and it caused my face to light up with gratitude ever so slightly, but not enough for him to notice.

"Well my dear, I have returned with what you asked for, so I hope you're grateful. I had to go through a lot of trouble to get all of this." He said bitterly as he shoved a somewhat heavy paper bag in my hands and through the mattress, pillow and blanket on the floor.

I opened the bag to find a hotdog and some condiments for it. Wherever he got it must have already had it made because it was still kind of warm to the touch. To say that he went to all the trouble to get me warm food shocked me would have been a total understatement. I looked at him as he floated over to his throne with a sour expression on his faceplate. Before I could stop myself I said something that I felt I needed to say to him.

"Thank you." I said quietly enough to wake roaches but loud enough for Nos to hear.

He stopped dead in flight once he heard me and turned to give me a look of utter surprise.

"Come again?" He said with a confused tone.

"I said thank you. For getting all of this. Especially the hotdog. It must of been real hard to get since its still warm and stuff." I said with such shyness to out shy FlutterShy from MLP.

His expression softened a bit at my words. He's probably never had someone thank him for anything before in his entire existence since all he ever really did was scare people and eat robots. So I guess him being a bit shocked wouldn't surprise me too much. His somewhat soft look shifted back to a more strong and stern look after realizing how ridiculous he must of looked in front of me.

"Yes well, you're welcome I suppose. I just hope it satisfies your hunger for a while. Can't let you start to die on me and all. At least not yet anyway." He said as he flew over to his throne and sat down on it.

"Hmm. I see you cleaned up my last meals while I was away. Well done my dear. It seems you're more useful than I do thought." He said as he scanned the place and smiled.

Well at least he appreciates it. As long as he keeps being a bit more positive towards me then maybe being stuck here for a while might not be so bad.

"Thanks I guess. Plus it was the only other thing I could do while being stuck down here. This place doesn't exactly scream fun and excitement ya know."

I plopped down on my new bed to help better prove my point to him.

"Yes, I do suppose it does get rather dull down here with nothing much to do. Perhaps if you don't cause me any more trouble from here on out I might grab something for you to entertain yourself with when I once again go out and get myself something to eat. And of course I'm probably going to have to feed you again at some point. You organics need to eat every few hours if I'm correct." He said as he deeply pondered to himself.

I shifted around on my bed so I was sitting in a Indian style position as we spoke.

"Eh, sad but true. It's just one of the many joys of being human I guess. That and getting sick. Which is something I dread the most in life. So, how was your nightly flight through TradeWorld?" I asked as if nothing was wrong in the world.

He just looked at me strangely after I asked.

"And why would you be interested in what I was committing this evening? Surely you realize what I do for living my dear."

His face twisted up into a sick smirk as he said that. It caused a small shiver to crawl up my spine as I continued to stare at him. I tried to shrug it off and act unfazed by it. I may have been kidnapped, but when it all can down to it I was gonna be the only one holding the ace here.

"Maybe, but I was more referring to doing things less...violate." I said with a bold and strong tone.

Unfortunately for me he saw right through my little and a laughed a bit.

"So, trying to play tough are we Miss Kate? Well sadly for you I'm well aware that you're nervous."

He got up from his throne and flew over to where I was sitting on the bed. He came so close to me that I almost fell off the bed from how close he was. His glowing red optics were burning into my emerald eyes as he smiled at how shocked a scared I looked.

"Let me guess, still afraid of what I'll do to you if the Rangers don't come? Or are you just nervous of my presence in general?"

I tried to find my voice but it just didn't seem to work. I felt like I didn't even have any vocal cords from how scared I was. And not only that but I was shaking a bit from the sudden chill I was feeling. He slowly reached his claws out to my shoulders and gripped them softly.

"Is it because you've never been alone with a male like this before? If so that must also mean you're untouched."

I was confused by what he meant to where I struggled to gained enough courage to ask him what he meant.

"W-What do you mean by "untouched"?"

I soon regretted asking him that as he started to gently rub my shoulders causing me to shudder violently at his sweet but evil touch. He got closer to my ear and answered my question.

"You know, untouched, pure,...still a virgin." He said with such a malicious tone that I nearly died right there on the spot.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" I yelled frightfully while grabbing his arms and throwing them away from me.

He looked surprised by my reaction for a minute but then regained his creepy smirk.

"Well, I guess that answers my question now doesn't it?" He said cruelly yet casually as I crawled as far as I could from him.

I felt my face burning like mad at how uncomfortable his gaze was making me. I felt so exposed and vulnerable when he acted like that.

"L-Look Nos, I only asked if you had a good flight through TradeWorld. B-but since you're being this way, I think it's best if you just stop talking to me." I said with as much courage I could muster.

Obviously asking for him to leave me alone was futile cause as soon as those words left my mouth, he angerly growled at me and tackled me down onto the mattress with my arms penned to my sides. I stared into his angered filled optics with utter fright as he spoke. Why the hell did he become so angry all of a sudden?! Was he like some sort of rouge pack animal or something?!

"I CAN TALK TO AND DO WHATEVER I WANT WITH YOU STUPID GIRL! I AM NOS-4-A2, AND YOU ARE MY PRISONER! I'M THE ONE THAT HAS A SAY IN WHAT GOES ON HERE! NOT YOU!" He screamed with enough force to make the walls collapse if they were brittle enough.

As he screamed I struggled to get out of his grip with a fearful and embarrassed look on my face. I mean he was on top of me! And in my bed! And those two combinations were a huge N-O in my book. I managed to at least get my right arm free and do the one thing that I thought would be enough to faze him into letting me go.

"SMACK!"

That was the only sound that was heard besides the sound of Nos-4-A2 flying off the left side on my bed and onto the floor. He got up slowly and looked at me with the same shocked expression I was wearing, only at first mine had a little bit of anger lanced in it until I finally and slowly began to realized what I had done. He then touch the place where my hand made contact with his cheek as he continued to look at me with a dazed look. I had never slapped anyone before like that so I was just as shocked as he was by it. I looked at my hand and then at his shocked face.

"What the hell did I just do?" I asked myself mentally as my expression went from shocked to mournfully scared.

I know Nos-4-A2 was being an ass, but I felt like I had just went too far with slapping him. Of course I couldn't be too hard on myself really. After all I was pissed off and panicking when it happened. His look went from shocked to angry as all hell once he fully understood what had transpired.

"She slapped me! That little wench slapped me!" He mentally screeched as his anger grew and grew.

"N-Nos, please, I'm sorry I...SMACK! AUGH!"

No sooner did I try to apologize that he shot up from his position on the floor and struck me across end the face, shooting my person off the bed to the opposite side of it. As I tried to get myself up I looked at a nearby broken mirror to find that he not only slapped me, but left four huge scars on my cheek! The scars started to bleed and stung like a bitch even if you didn't touch them. I didn't know rather to be scared or angry at this point with him, but I knew for a fact that if he would slap me like this, then there was no doubt that he would keep his word to the Rangers about killing me. As he slowly came closer to me with a look of hate and fury in his optics, I turned to him with a look of shock and pain on my features. He stopped dead in his tracks once he saw the now bleeding scars and the look I was giving him. His eyes were wide with shock at how I looked to where he even looked at the very claw he used to strike me with. As we continued to stare at eachother my face slowly changed from shocked to scared and miserable while my eyes started to well up with tears. He took notice and started to regret what he did to me. He even tried to reach out to me, only for me to flinch and inch further away from him into the wall. As I quietly cried to myself he just continued to stare at me with a look of sorrow and regret. After about a minute or two of staring he then flew up and out the escape tunnel, leaving me to cry myself to sleep against the wall and wish that he didn't come back.