Fuckin' Aliens

GHOST: Be a dumbass.

You lead the 3 person party of 2 of your tempmates and one of their soulmates as your feet pound against the floor. You're running hastily; there isn't much time for shitting around right now.

Your name is GHOSTXIOUS MAKRAW, and you are complicated.

You continue running, every once in a while shooting a glance behind your shoulder incase a dumbass ran off or got strangled. The Condesce's alien ship is so big you can't even memorize it, which depresses you greatly. At least ironically it does.
After a bit of running, you come across a room with an Alternian sign that reads 'STORAGE'.

"Fuck yes.." You mutter under your breath, "Pass me the keycard or unlock this door."
"Is this the exit?" Hayden asks.
"It's not, but it's a storage room. They could have our shit in here!" You reply.

Hearing this, Bruna swipes the keycard across the sensor and it unlocks. You open the door with a hiss, and instantly find boxes upon boxes of shit.
You immediately start rummaging through the boxes and shelves, trying to find something. You stand on a bottom shelf, reaching around for items. You feel the familiar plastic of your phone-case, and you pick up what you're grasping. It was your phone. Fuck yes.
You pocket your phone and start feeling around again, and you feel the familiar rough handle of something you use weekly at minimum. You pull it off the shelf. FUCK YES. It was a sword, sharp and long with the handle wrapped in red. You'll need this.

"Holy fuck, since when did you have a sword?" Hayden gawks.
"No matter, I've got it." You grin. "Everyone find their shit?"

You get no reply to this, so you start feeling around that top shelf again. You start feeling cloth, and you pick it up. It was your clothes. You consider changing into your shirt and shorts, but just decide to change into your shirt.
You slip through the white, baggy shirt with faded bloodstains. You don't bother to take off the tanktop, because you don't give a shit right now. The shirt reaches down to the halfway mark of your thigh. It reeks of your scent, which is disgusting but also nice. It feels so great to wear something comfortable.

"Hell yes!" Bruna shouts, which you assume is because she found something of hers.
You turn to her, and it's actually not. She exclaimed "yes" because her oliveblooded soulmate picked up a spear from the floor. Oh shit.

"We'e good now?" You fact-check, climbing down the shelf and keeping a grasp on the familiar handle of your sword.
"Yeah." The oliveblood replies, presumably on behalf of everyone else.

You stalk back to the door, and check to see if everyone was following. You turn the corner, and you're greeted by a jadeblood. You snarl at them, and stab them with your sword. You don't have time for this shit right now, so you don't even put up with it.
Your sword is now painted with jade colored blood, it dripping off the sharp edge. You've gone far from questioning what you've done.

You run across the long, dimly lit halls of the Condesce's ship and you try to find an exit. You don't pass by many rooms, but you surely aren't in a cellblock anymore. It's eerily empty. It feels too easy.
After a while, you finally find something. It was hard to see in this light.

"Stop!" The oliveblood shouts.
"What?!" You shout back.
"The helmsblock! My moirail is in there!" The oliveblood murmurs.
"Your what?.." Bruna mumbles.
"My moirail! I uh.. My best friend!" The oliveblood corrects. "I'm going to go after them."
"What? No you're not!" You retort. "You're gonna get your ass locked up agai-"
"It's not safe." Bruna cuts you off.
"I have to!" The oliveblood disagreed.

Bruna reaches out to the oliveblood, but he pushes her back.

"If none of you guys are coming with me, then fine, I'll go my fucking self, but I'm going to get my moirail." The oliveblood fought.
"You're not going alone." Bruna spoke up, "I'm going to go with you."
"But Bruna-" You begin to fight back, but resign to your sentence.

You stare at them with a sharp glance in your eyes. It burnt fire, confusion, and disagreement.

"Fine. Hayden, let's go." You mutter.
"No." Hayden is quick to speak, and you hold back all emotion.
"Why? Why're you going with them?!" You gawk.
"Because it's not safe. They could need help. I'm sorry Ghost- I.." Hayden is cut off by you.
"You know what? Fine. Fucking fine." You cut him off, "If none of you care about safety, I might as well leave."

You stare at them, your eyes would've been seemingly red figuratively if your irises weren't actually red. You grasp tighter onto your katana, and you storm off. You pass by the oliveblood and keep running, trying to find an exit.
Every troll you run into backs off, not wanting to deal with you because how pissed you looked, looks at you pissed as well and tries to go for you, or just instantly lashes out on you. You slice through every one of them who tries to murder you.
Your head is filled with thoughts about their betrayal, rationality, and loyalty. Your eyes would've gone red with anger if your irises weren't literally already red.
An alarm starts wailing, and you wince. You weren't a fucking baby, you could handle it.
You continue running.

Luckily for you, you find a maintenance hatch a few quarters of an hour later. You mutter something under your breath, and you climb up the ladder.
You pick up your shirt and slide the katana into your belt, and start tugging at the handle. Please don't tell you that the hatch was locked. Please, please don't.
You tug harder, and the hatch opens with great force that catches you by surprise. You wince at how bright the outside is, holy fuck it was dim in there.
You made it. You fucking made it.
You made it out of Her Imperious Condescension's ship.
And the first thing you do is take off running.
You run, despite your throat and legs being sore.
You needed to make it far away.

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You reached a forest far away enough from the ship for you to feel safe.
Holy fuck, were you tired.
You sit down carelessly. You couldn't give a shit about getting dirt, leaves, or mulch on your ass right now.
You wince in pain as you feel pain coming from your cheek. The pain was starting to settle in.
Your limbs began feeling like lead, and your eyelids soon did aswell.
You laid down, and you began to drift off, your last thoughts of your tempmates and how you ditched them.
You weren't sure if you were ready to fall asleep yet.