Behind Cold Metal
Chapter 8: The Return
Upon returning, the two went to Samus's cell, where they walked in. Meta Ridley grabbed his key and looked at his hand.
"I will have to have this hand fixed" he said. "You will reside here. I am thinking of re-accommodating you to a slightly higher classed cell" he said.
"What?" Samus asked.
"...Just think of it as a reward for fixing my hand. Although it isn't a perfect job, it got us home. You will move tomorrow" he said. Then, he started for the exit, when Samus stood up.
"Should I de-augment myself?" she asked. Meta Ridley stood still for a few seconds. Did he trust her enough? He knew the cell was inescapable.
"...Nah, keep them" he said. "You can't escape anyway. It'll be a waste of time. Good night Samus" he said before locking her door and walking out with haste.
Samus looked down and thought for a second.
"What am I doing?" she thought. "This is the thing that killed my parents! And I'm treating him much better than I should! But...why does treating him like filth seem wrong all of a sudden? I don't get it....he's my enemy! I wanted to kill him so badly...but now I don't. I...I don't get it...I must be going crazy. Perhaps it's the food..."
As Meta Ridley sat at his throne, technicians repairing his hand, he thought something of the same. Even though they were worst enemies, there seemed to be some sort of bond growing between them. A bond that would soon mutate into something much bigger.