If this was a prison film, I would start off by saying something like, "15 days have passed in this hell." However, this is not a prison film, at least not in that way. It's been on and off fighting with droids, when I do get to rest, it's because my injuries are a little too severe to let me just continue to fight. I lay on the stab with my eyes closed, and trace patterns in the air with my fingers. I shift to try and make myself more comfortable, only to be reminded about why I can't move from this spot. My shoulder stings from the open gash, obtained from a very brutal Spectral Punisher. As severe as this wound was, I knew the Spectral Pirates weren't going to treat it. Either they didn't have the materials for treating it or they just didn't care enough. I pause from my idle tracing and flex my hand, a large part of me had given up hope that anyone would come to my rescue. Or that even I would be able to save myself, I don't think I even know the feeling of hope anymore.
Before, I would try not to hurt my opponents, now I don't. I let myself do whatever I need to get through, I know it's horrible to not feel regret or restraint. But, maybe I'm just not human enough to feel that way anymore. I drown my thoughts in humming as I force myself to sleep. I'm awakened within a few hours as a dark figure swings open the cell door.
"Follow me please, Dark." The voice sounds familiar but not like any of the Space Pirates. I struggle up onto my feet and follow them, stepping out of the cell and instantly being blinded by the lights. I grunt in frustration and wipe my eyes, waiting for them to readjust. Once my eyes readjust, I turn to look at the figure, Seth. He turns and gives me a slight nod in acknowledgement. He walks me down to a room that I've never entered and motions for me to sit on the table. The room looks to be some sort of medical bay, as most of the equipment are surgical tools. He moves my shirt and starts stitching up the wound on my shoulder. It takes him about 2 hours to get to every wound.
Seth lowers himself slightly to meet my eyes, " I know what you're thinking, no I didn't betray the D-Team. This is part of our plan, I infiltrated the ship by gaining Spectre's favor with my charms and good looks. The team wants you to know that Majung is okay and that they'll be here to rescue you within a week." I nod like a lifeless doll and Seth escorts me back to my cell, where I hum some rhythm to myself.
Seth whips around a corner with no security cameras and contacts the D-Team on his communication device.
"Yes, she's physically alright. But she doesn't respond to anything. I think she's almost to her breaking point. We have to hurry."
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Her New Life
Fantastik****** wakes up and finds that she's much older and her basement has a secret entrance to a lab run by the D-Team from her favorite anime, Dinosaur King. She gives her self a new name for a new start and soon, her story begins.
