It has been four years since I was taken. I am Y/N Kogane, and this is my story.
I started out normally, well, as normal as a girl with no mother, a crazy, abusive, drunk of a father, and a cold half-brother who is three years older than me. I got into the Galaxy Garrison at age nine, and was always top of my class. I had given up on trying to connect with Keith. If he doesn't want me, then I won't burden him.
At age fourteen, I was selected for the Andromeda Mission. I don't know what happened to the other crew members, but I pray they died quickly. It's better than being alive with the Galra.
At age sixteen, another human was brought into my cell. I recognized him from the Garrison; at one point, he saved my life. The Galra had thrown him in roughly, his head hitting the floor of the cell hard enough to begin bleeding. When I requested that he seek medical attention, all I received from the guard was a scoff. The wound on his face where he had cut it on a piece of scrap metal torn up from the ground was deep, it went across the bridge of his nose and was bleeding heavily. He needed stitches, but, as I did not have the correct supplies, I decided to experiment.
Now, as a young, human, fourteen-year-old girl who was a virgin, I was Haggar's favorite toy; I was 'improved' and trained to be Prince Lotor's personal whore. When I did not comply, she stopped modifying my body to be more appealing. Instead, she took to messing with my head. I now have extreme abilities; I can manipulate any living creature's blood, bones, and flesh in anyway I choose, however, I was only ever taught to hurt, to kill, so I did not know if helping him would work.
Seeing as he would die of blood loss regardless, I attempted to heal him. It worked, but at a great cost. The effort of doing that, something that was physically impossible in almost any circumstance, nearly tore me apart. The only reason I survived was by sheer will-power, sheer determination.
You see, as the youngest pupil at the Galaxy Garrison, I was often harassed. In one instance, the seniors were taking it too far; they nearly killed me. Two of them held me by my arms while the other gagged, tied, and blindfolded me. When I was finally able to attempt fighting the three boys off, they threw me off of a twenty-story building's roof. I would've died. I should've died, but I was caught before I hit the ground by a pair of strong arms. When I was untied, the boy who had saved my life was none other than Takashi Shirogane. He caught the boys and they were sentenced to twenty years each for attempted murder. After that, whenever I went up to him to thank him, he made an excuse to leave. He never talked to me after that. I never knew why.
Anyways, when he awoke, the first thing he saw was a rather curvy girl, with pointed ears, disproportionately large eyes, full lips, light freckles, and hair that trailed along the floor hunched over, gasping and sobbing in pain.
"Are you alright, miss?" was the first thing he said to me, even though he was painstakingly conscious through the entire ordeal and I should have been the one asking him that. I couldn't answer, the pain was too intense. Takashi appeared to have noticed, and sat with me until I could breathe normally again. When I was able, I looked up at him, and he gasped, scrambling back like he had seen a ghost. "Y-Y/N? I-Is that r-really you?" he questioned, stumbling over his words.
I opened my mouth to respond, but was interrupted by a Galra guard, "Champion, Fallen One, get up. You're both coming with me." Before I was able to leave the cell, an inhibitor collar that resembled an Earthen choker necklace was placed on me. Shiro and I were sent to the arena, however, before I was allowed to fight, my clothes were stripped in front of the other prisoners by the guards and replaced by a black outfit that resembled a black bikini, as well as a short, extremely sheer skirt of black silk. Shiro looked on, frozen in fear and disgust, while I didn't blink. This was, after all, the average day for me. As always, I fought first. Instead of fighting the usual fellow prisoner, I was to spar with several hundred various champions who were created by Haggar, as well as ruthless Galra sentries of the same amount. When Shiro saw how many I was fighting, unarmed and unprotected, he charged in after me, just barely making it past the guards. The monsters began to focus on him instead of me, causing me to panic as I had only just saved his life and he was still weak.
"Takashi! No, don't touch him! It's me you want!" I screamed, catching all of their attention and causing the arena to go deathly silent. However, one of the creatures slashed at him, knocking him across the arena. I began fighting with a murderous fury, defending his limp form. In my rage, I lost control and broke my inhibitor collar. I began snapping their bones with such force that they would go flying out of the bodies, necks twisting around several times before tearing off the heads completely. I began to rise above the ground, my power growing, ignorant to the now conscious Takashi sitting behind me, looking upon the progressing massacre in terror. When there were no more living beings to kill with my powers, I began manipulating the bones of my victims into sharp daggers and hurling them through the air at the robotic guards. Eventually, I simply shredded them with my bare hands.
When the battle was over, and the enemies all dead and disabled, I turned, to see Takashi staring at me, horrified at my actions.
"Wh-What... Why? Th-They di-didn't even... Y-Y/N..." he whispered, in disbelief.
That was only the first of many battles. After a time, Takashi began to see just how extreme the gladiator fights were; in this world, it's kill or be killed. About a year after he first arrived, he and I had devised a plan to escape, together. However, I knew it wouldn't be successful if I went with him. The escape shuttles are too close to the guards quarters; we'd be caught immediately and killed on sight.
The night of the escape, we made it to the shuttles before being intercepted. Takashi attempted to push me into the shuttle, to make me leave without him, but I knew better. I was just a monster with no foreseeable future on Earth. He was a hero and a leader, but me? I was an abomination. So, it twisted around, out of his reach, and used his body against him. I hated doing that, forcing him into the ship, seeing the agony and the betrayal on his face, the tears streaming from his dark eyes. As I maneuvered his hands around the controls, I was caught. The last thing I remember from that night was forcing his palm onto the launch button, and seeing him mouth a promise to return, before I was knocked out with a swift blow to the head.
It's been nearly a year since then. There have been many, many more experiments and modifications, though, none of my limbs have been replaced by a prosthetic. I've become Zarkon's personal prostitute, though, in all honesty, I would rather die. I would rather it all just end. At least I know Takashi is safe. It hurts a little, knowing it's been a year and he hasn't returned, but I should just be glad that he escaped.
I am Y/N Kogane, and this is how I helped to raise an army.
