Retaliation

Chapter 9 Heart To Heart

*Warning* Mild gore. 

I sat there staring out the window, admiring the beauty. A hypnotizing array of colors, just like I've always imagined. Small bits of rock bounced every so often off the windshield. Here I was, finally traveling through space like I always wanted. 

Though, I would've pictured it as me going against my parent's wishes like a rebellious kid running away from home, not by escaping a terrorist organization alongside their most deadly soldier whom they abused and forced to kill people. I had no idea how much time has passed before Bombshell had turned on the autopilot and went to get up. 

I didn't even notice her acid wounds were still present until I saw raw flesh and bone as it was still eating away at her.

"Holy shit, those look terrible. And you're still glowing everywhere. Doesn't that hurt?"

"I've felt worse."

"I... here let me help you. Tell me where the medicine is and I'll go get it, you shouldn't be moving."

Why am I being overly friendly? Fear? 

"I don't need medicine. It will wash off with water. There is a small bathroom just a few doors down on the right with a shower. It was designed for situations like this. I can get there just fine."

"I don't think water alone is going to help. I can literally see your skeleton."

"I can heal after the acid has washed off."

"Fine, but at least let me help you get there or something." 

She stared down at me as I looked up at her. We engaged in a childish staring contest that I quickly lost. I guess that's just a side effect of having your eyes forced open for long periods of time. She began to walk towards the bathroom. Taking my chances, I quickly got up and followed.

Why? 

We walked down the small hallway, I got distracted by the kitchen just a few feet away from the cockpit. It really was small, just the essentials like a fridge, sink, oven, microwave, and a few cabinets and drawers. There was a small table with a few chairs that were bolted down to the floor, which makes sense so they don't go flying while we're flying. Even the doors attached to the appliances had what looked like locks on them to keep the doors from flying open.

"You just touch the handles to open them. They have sensors."

I nearly jumped out of my jumpsuit. I turned around to see Bombshell standing in the doorway. I didn't even notice she stopped to see what I was doing.

"Sorry." She apologized.

"It's alright. I got distracted."

We walked to the small bathroom, she somehow didn't make a sound the entire way. It must be her black combat boots, they have to have some special padding. That or she also possesses major stealth abilities along with her already impressive skill set. 

The bathroom, like the kitchen, just contained the bare essentials which included a shower, toilet, and sink, along with a towel rack and cabinet. The only thing off about it was the bright yellow caution-taped shower shoved in the back corner of the room. Bombshell opened the glass door and stepped inside, making sure the door was securely shut behind her. She then proceeded to push a button that activated the warning alarms that a chemical bath was taking place. A large amount of water gushed out of the shower head and completely soaked her.

I stood there wide-eyed. As soon as the water touched and dripped off her skin it immediately began to grow back. Not even a scar was left on her arms, shoulders, and back. The only amount of evidence left was the holes left in her suit. Bombshell looked back at me and soon to the ground as if she was embarrassed or ashamed.