"Fuck"
That single word was the only thing everyone in the mess hall could think. Every other word after that was an abnormal, almost excessive amount of excuses and profanities as to how the hell he or she could possibly escape her wrath.
Well, except for Terf and her husband.
The said couple simply strolled on over to the said little girl. She glared at them, but her glare was a clever lie for her interior self, honestly just wanting to have some fun.
It wasn't her fault the damn Dominion captured her, robbed her of childhood, robbed her of her natural born human rights, and robbed her of her rightful freedom. It's not her fault her parents had raised her as a tool, an experiment to be fucked with like a dogs favorite chew toy.
Seven years of what she went through, it was damn near a miracle that her mind hadn't collapsed from insanity or at the least have her mind ripped to shreds.
And for the most part, it did.
Being so young and immature, both physically and mentally, all she could recall for the past seven years of her life was experimentation, loneliness, agitation, resentment, grief, and hate. So much hate. So much in fact in made the other five look like flowers and hate was a raging elephant locked in a cage.
There was only one saving grace, however.
Terf handed her tray to Haxk, who wordlessly placed her tray on top of his.
The brown skinned women kneeled down to the small girl's level and embraced her. The girl's face remained stoic, as if frozen in place for a moment, before silent tears treaded down her deathly gray face. Her head simply buried itself into the large women's cleavage.
By this time, the rest of the mess hall's occupants had vacated the area, figuring they'd either let themselves out to save themselves from the potentially deadly girl or simply wanted to respect the moment. Some, however, knew the real reason the small girl was here and were the first to leave. All were grateful for the intervention.
Terf and Alma collapsed to their knees onto the floor, the young girl now crying profusely, tears screaming from her eyes and into the Terf's shirt. Haxk had placed the two trays he was previously holding onto a surprisingly clean spot on a table and enveloped the ladies in his arms.
Alma's saving grace is her family.
The little girl's mind had become violently unstable over the course of her imprisonment, her mind and soul twisted into hate and rage, cursing her existence. Her savior had been, and always will be, the 'nice lady' as that was her label of Terf before knowing her name.
Some might argue that Terf located Alma by chance, but most would disagree. Locating one of the Dominions most heavily secluded locations is not easy task, especially for a psionic person like Terf.
In fact, most would say it was by the power of fate that Terf located Alma, no matter how odd the circumstance was.
At the time, Terf was indulging in an "extremely meditative sleep", which everyone thought Terf was just sleeping. In reality though, her mind was simply searching for… something. She didn't know what, and she didn't need to. She was a woman of action before she actually had a plan, which was convincingly the same for her husband.
After about five solid hours of searching her mind for that something, she suddenly felt a bump.
She paused.
Bump.
There is was again. Her search had changed from that said 'something' to search to where the bump was coming from.
A "bump" in the mind of a psionic individual could only mean two possible things. Either something or someone was attempting to break into your mind or they're trying to get your attention and possibly communicate with you.
Now, a bump in the mind was like a finger tapping your brain. If it was forceful, then it was hostile. If it was soft, then it was possibly friendly. Fortunately, each bump carries the said individual's personal "touch" if you will, similar to someone's D.N.A structure. It can't be replicated nor can it be copied by anyone.
It was unique.
After all, if you had to be wary every time someone tried to possibly contact you, you would be extremely stressed out right?
Terf had no idea or what it was, but based on the fact the bump was becoming more frequent every five minutes, she figured someone was really trying to talk to her or they needed help from her specifically. Either way, she wanted to find the source of the bump. The only problem was that Terf's mind was pretty vast and pinpointing its location would prove to be a tedious job. Terf let out a sigh both internally and unintentionally externally. This would take a while.
Meanwhile, while Terf was searching for the bump in her mindscape, Haxk was up to more, simple things.
He was currently one of the multitudes of arcade rooms on board the ship, with a few of his buddies for a little game time. When his wife wasn't around, it was like he was a completely different person, if personality shifting from his casual normal self to a very aggressive gamer in the form of excessive profanities.
Especially when playing Dead Space 2.
"Mannn, I ain't bout this life man. They be on that bullshit man"
"I know what you mean; I swear this game is rigged."
"Man, fuck your bullshit man!" Haxk screamed at the corpses of the necromorph velociraptors. "And you families, and yo friends. I'ma leave your bodies right there, so whichever one of your buddies decide to hop on more on that bullshit you're on, they can behold what really fucking happened."
People who were here normally were used to it by now.
"AHHHH! Ah…. This damn games gonna give me a heart attack man, I swear."
"I don't get why you react to violently dude, I mean I get it's a jump scare but last time to dove out the way. Acting like that shit would pop right out the screen."
"Man, you don't understand. This entire game if full of shit I don't fucks with. From the fucking babies to those hentai tentacles, it's all shit no man should ever fucks with. Period."
"But whatever happened to that thug life stuff you keep talking about. Didn't you grow up on Deadman's Port?"
"Yeah, I did. And it was thug life. I mean friends with a lot of folks, from gangbangers to even the esteemed Mira Han."
"You know Mira Han?"
"Hell yeah, me and her are childhood friends. We do all kinds of dumb shit together man, like we would rob a guy's house to get some money just so we could buy some ice cream.
"Really?"
"We were like 12 years old man, what did you expect us to do?"
"What about your parents?"
"Ditched me, even had the audacity to leave me to some gay as human trafficker. I would probably be on my hands and knees suckin some obese, fatasses nasty ass balls right now if it wasn't for my Momma Merly.
"Momma Merly?"
"Yeah, real nice lady. She happened to be nearby when some fat Porto Rican dude was about to sell me off to some nasty pedophile who was into that kind of sick shit."
The faces around him contorted into both hate and disgust for the pedophile.
"Yeah man, but luckily she just too happened to be passing by the ally after she got some groceries from the orphanage. I swear, I remember it to this day. I mean she made kickass look easy, for real. Ya'll won't believe what she said."
Merly Jackson was just finished buying some groceries from the market, and the merchant she normally got food from was nice enough to let her have some of it for free. She made a mental note to do something nice for the young man later on.
She was about to head into the metro when she heard a few disheveled grunts come from the back alley near the market. Ms. Merly being the Good Samaritan that she was went to investigate the disturbance.
"Probably nothing" she though, but her gut had been honing its bullshit detector over the last 21 years, and the meter was going off louder than a police siren in her head.
She turned the corner and came to a rather unpliant sight. It was a trio of four men, all muscular and big. There clothes were dirty and unkempt, and looked like they hadn't washed for a solid week. That's not what drew her attention. What drew her attention was the fact that they were essentially raping a girl who looked no older than thirteen. It was disgusting. Their manhood's were ruthlessly shoved up all three of her entrances, occasionally shouting out profanities and perverted phrases like "you like it don't you bitch."
The worst part was that they were doing to the girl while they were committing their sinful deed. Merly noticed multiple bruised and small cuts along the girl's body, but specifically around her rear. She also noticed small patches of white throughout her reddish brown hair and knew exactly what it was.
So, Merly neatly placed her groceries behind a conveniently placed box so no one would take them and do what any self-respecting women would do.
She stepped in. In face twisting into absolute disgust at the sudden loud yell the three men made, signifying they had just concluded their business with the girl.
She walked to where the said men were continuing to indulge in their lustful deed, her footsteps loud and echoing. The three mean glanced to see who would disturb her "work".
What they saw was exactly what they've been waiting for.
Another bitch to fuck.
Now bored of fucking their broad, her cherry being popped long ago, she loosely fell to the ground with a plop, her mind having lost consciousness ages ago, not that the brutes cared to notice.
The lady before them was quite the sight to behold, no one could argue with fact. Her long flowing black hair tied up in a neat bun, her attire a involving a straw hat to protect herself run the sun's rays. She wore a light brown T-shirt underneath a lose jacket. A bright pink scarf comforted her neck, perfectly matching her bright pink eyes. She wore different colored long songs, stretching from her foot all the way to her knee. Her bust was fairly large but nothing to big, and her arms and legs well-toned and muscular from working the fields at the Orphanage she established seven years ago. The brutes grinned, expecting the young lady to be an easy fight, lusting for their reward once she was conquered.
They were gravely mistaken, and it was a mistake that would cost them their miserable lives in the very near future.
Merly smirked and-
"Haxk! Haxkkkkkkkkkk!"
A series of groans was heard from group of men surrounding Haxk, the group now a bit larger than before. The voice was feminine in nature, and would ensue its wrath by having her wait was something no one wanted to endure again.
"Sorry guys, but duty calls. I'll tell you the rest later"
The men simply nodded, accompanied by a symphony of both unhappy Aww's and inaudible mumblings. The only one who didn't leave yet was Haxk best friend, Troy.
Troy and Haxk go way back. They both oddly enough grew up on Kaldir, which is "colder than a Yeti's ass crack". The climate was downright in habitable by anything but the moon's natives. It has been universally decided that it is, by far, the coldest place in the Koprulu Sector, second only to the Void. The only two indigenous lifeforms on Kaldir to date are the Ursadons and species of "extremophilic bacteria" that basically serve as the Ursadons only form of energy. Without them, the Ursadons most likely would have died out due to starvation, and possibly the planets hostile climate, but their biology have served as a stopper to that theory.
Anyhow, it wasn't that Haxk and Troy wanted to live on quite literally the coldest place in the galaxy, but they were forced to. The colony ship that they had been riding on was forced to land on the planet due to the ships engines about to give out. When asked why they didn't refuel, it was because the Zerg had either infested or destroyed any forms of fuel stations within minimal flying distance. And so, their 'landing' was more of a crash if anything, as the moon's temperature nearly the plummeted the ships engines to nothing. It was thanks to someone quick thinking that most were able to survive. Captain Sanders had recommended that we take all on the ships CMC armor's power core and attach them to the ships engines and reactor. Problem was, under normal circumstances, doing such a thing would cause either the power core or engines to meltdown to the extreme amount of heat, but everyone unanimously agreed that these were anything but normal circumstances.
People praised God and Captain Sanders, for her plan had worked flawlessly. She said "I had alvays vanted to try it as a kid as I speculated vhat vould happen but never got the chance nor did I have the gall to do so, and it seems that God had been oh so kind enough to give me a chance to do so, albeit out of necessity than possibility." She had a real thick German accent too. Troy thought was sexy as hell though, as did I at the time.
A hard sting broke be from my muse as I felt a force of steel bring itself across my cheek, knowing full well that I had been dosing off.
It front of me was none other than the esteemed Captain Sanders in all her glory.
And all her horror.
Haxk signed, as he knew exactly what was to come
And he knew it would end, in total darkness.
I promised myself I would not go to sleep until I finished this story and I here I am at 2:20 a.m. in the morning on Christmas day, for you guys. So, I'm not gonna lie I did kind of half ass the end but what can I say. I'm tired.
I will say that the next time I update will be in Corrupted Love, so if you haven't seen that I suggest you check it out
Ya'll better be grateful I enjoy you so much.
Well, technically it IS Christmas so…
Merry Christmas guys! I'll catch ya'll later, until then
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