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She truly loved to torture him. On second thought, she probably didn't even know how much she affected him. At the moment she was 'innocently' putting away the very few plates and bowls they had on the ship, but what was really killing him was her attire. He was standing in the doorway, practically drooling, as her tight, white tank top rid up and exposed her bare skin. He knew she was toned, given the multiple times she had put him on his ass, but he had never really seen her bare abdomen; apart from the few awkward encounters when she was getting out of the shower. But he always looked away too quickly, face burning a bright crimson, and

"Oi, Rinna! You plannin' on goin' to the party?" Rinna was walking past Edan to get to the dining room, but immediately backtracked when she heard his question. "I'm sorry, did you just say party? What gives you the impression that I would go to a party?" "Well for one, Alans goin' to be there…" He waggled his eyebrows and shot her a devious smirk, her own face turning a bright shade of scarlet. Before she could spit back a retort, he continued. "There's also bound to be mountains o' food and I'm almost positive it's mandatory for all the crews to come. I woulda gone anyways; can't have the ladies missing out." "Yeah, sure. They would

As much as she knew that she owed them an explanation, she could never bring herself to tell them the truth. They seemed to be pleasant people, and she didn't want to pose problems that they could easily avoid. She was already illegally seeking refuge on their ship, after all. Lou cleared her throat before replying. "Well now, it ain't all that special. I'm just known to ship things from one place to another without as much authority as the rest of y'all and I may or may not keep some things every once in a while," she finished with a chuckle. "So you're a smuggler and a thief?" replied a cold voice. She glanced over at her accuser sitting

She can feel it all over again. The confusion and pain are too much to take in, even though she's gone through the moment countless times. She can still see his face, no sign of any emotion, just a sadistic need to know everything. A want so strong, that he would inflict it upon his own daughter. And then she feels the pain. It's as if everything is rushing back to her mind at once, all the feelings she had tried so hard to push far, far away into the depths of her mind. And although she has experienced this many times before, it still feels as if she is there once again. But then her agonized expression is turned to one of confusion whe

The first thing they both saw was the over-sized, rickety battle ship. She really couldn't believe that the thing could even fly. They had never seen anything so strange looking. It was about the length of two of their own battle ships and incredibly skinny. It looked like it could house about 2 people at most, and could probably only have 3 rooms. The bridge seemed to jut out of its skinny body and end in a point where the controls must have been located. The glass window was cracked and dirty, but still managed not to collapse. The end of the ship had two of the oldest boosters they'd ever seen and they didn't look like they were in good sh

"Are you going to get over yourself and start talking to me anytime soon?" … "This is really childish, you know. I am your captain so I could always order you to talk to me," he added, with a small smile on his face. She turned to glare at him for half a second before almost running into one of the runway posts. Quickly jerking her head back to the runway, she muttered, "Yeah right. Just try ordering me around. I dare you." The next twenty minutes were filled with Daniel's sighs and the occasional whine about how she was acting childish again. He eventually realized his efforts were meaningless and sulked out of the control room. Fi

Mira Visser would admit that she was not the best at handling her emotions. However, she could usually keep herself in check when she had important matters to deal with. But the moment she stepped into the cramped and burning hot office, she knew that that wasn't going to be a joyous experience. The room's only contents were a tall lamp, hovering over an incredibly wide desk covered in mountains of what looked to be paperwork. There was a small radio sitting in the corner of the room that blared some kind of classical music. The only thing that told her there was an actual human being in the cramped space was the light snoring she heard fro

The tears will not stop. I can't find it in me to even try anymore. Maybe if I just let them all go, I won't have anything left and I'll just slowly drift away. Why now though? It had already been a week. I admit the first few days I was numb, but I thought if they didn't come then, they wouldn't come at all. But then I just had to see a flash of bright red hair run down the street. I just had to picture him. Remember him. Remember the entire thing. I'm shifted into some other reality as my eyes glaze over and I remember exactly what happened that day. The red. Everywhere. Screams and cries echoing into the night. No one else hears them, b

Black. Black is the only thing I see. Black is the only thing I know. I can blink, squeeze, or shut my eyes as many times as I want, but everything is still black. I can somehow move in this strange and confusing abyss, and although I know I am moving, I don't feel anything. There is no ground, or support under me. There are no walls around me. Everything is just, Black. And yet, even if I know that there is nothing, I keep walking. Walking in search of something, some kind of light, or maybe even some source of hope. I never feel exhausted, my legs never give in, my breathing never becomes loud or jagged. I just walk. Somehow I feel t

I didn't think that it was possible to see so much red. I never favored the color. I tried so hard to keep it out of my mind. A red shirt amongst a crowd of people would turn to blue after just a blink. It was just that easy. But now, with my body knee-deep in the color, I just can't seem to get it out of my head. What makes it worse is that it is around him. The one color that I despise most is enveloping his entire body. It is coming out of him. I try to turn away, to look away, to walk away, anything. But nothing helps. I still see that God damn color anywhere I look. I don't dare chance another look at his mangled figure. All but h