Love of Mars

Chapter 1

The cell was dark and cold. 

She didn't know how long she had been here but her guess was a few weeks at least; though it wouldn't surprise her if it was more like months.

Plutarkians had captured Stella when she walking home one night, she put up one hell of a fight, she was happy to say but nevertheless got captured and thrown in this pit, all because she refused to help those stinking slime balls.

So there she was, gagged and hanging from the ceiling by sore wrists in chains all cut up and beaten from yesterday's attempt of getting  cooperation when she heard noise by the entrance to this tunnelled prison; a lot of it too, it sounded like male voices and they were speaking in a language she couldn't understand. The Plutarkian guards brought in three men, or rather mice? 

Mice-men?

From what she'd picked up from snippets of gossip, that meant they were the trio of Martian Mice that had been causing Limburger so much hassle. It took six guards to drag them down to a cell, she nearly felt sorry for the ones carrying a big grey one that looked to be knocked out, but then remembered that she was their prisoner and was supposed to hate them. 

So screw those guys. 

The guards shoved them all into separate cells a few holes down from where hers was, dropping the big guy on the floor with a heavy bang. Ouch, that's gonna hurt. The other two mice, a white one and a tan coloured one started talking amongst themselves too low for her to really hear.

Upon inspection, they looked nice enough once you looked passed the fact they were alien humanoid mice... They were dressed in biker gear, had insane muscles and all of them were tall. like over 6ft easily. Weird thought: They also were suprisingly easy on the eyes. Oddly handsome in their own ways.

Over the next few days, Stella stayed hung up by those chains getting regular beatings with the mice watching in anger before they themselves were tased and beaten. They fought everytime but everytime they'd each end up bruised and battered. 

On the fourth day, the personal assistant to the big boss came to see the prisoners, including her. He talked to them lowly before turning to Stella.

"Are you ready to help our cause yet, dear Doctor? Or do you need more persuading?" He crossed his arms and gave her a smug look. She smiled weakly at him, nodding. He grinned evily and opened the cell door. The fish looking imbecile came into the cell, not being smart enough to shut the door behind him.

This had happened many other times before and still he didn't seem to learn from his mistakes. But Stella did. Using a desperate burst of energy she pulled myself up and flipped herself up and kicked the Plutarkian in the face, hard enough to knock him out.

Dumb ass.

A hoot of laughter came from the other cells and she looked to see the Martians all grinning with crossed arms, the white one laughing his ass off. Taking deep breaths, she managed to force herself to swing a few more flips before the rusty old chains couldn't take any more and snapped leaving her free but with the broken handcuffs still on her bruised wrists.

Stella proceeded to pick up the keys that had dropped onto the floor, locked the fish-brain in the cell and walked up to the mice to unlock their cells, after observing them for the passed few days she'd concluded that they were definitely more friends than foes. As she unlocked each one she placed a finger to her lips 'keep quiet'. The tan one, who seemed to be the leader of the group, gave a nod of thanks as did the very large grey one; the white mouse? He gave a smirk and a wink before following his friends out of the cell.