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Here you go, story time. I will be posting the story in installments now. Feel free to criticize and comment. Tell me what you like, what you dislike.... You know, whatever.

THIS IS A SCI FI YURI STORY. IF YOU ARE NOT INTERESTED IN THIS GENRE, TURN BACK NOW.

Edit:Tacking on a PG-13 rating here for gore and fight scenes

They named me a threat then. I was too strong, too fast, too powerful to exist. But I had cost too much to destroy. So they put me into a detention cell. I was there for countless days, sleeping my life away. There was nothing else to do. I don’t know how long I was there. The days ran together. There were no events that stand out in my mind, save one. I remember that last day well.

I had been asleep when I first heard the voices.

“Find the binds.”

“Will they be strong enough?”

“They have to be, we have nothing stronger.” They were whispering, but I could hear them in my sleep. I realized they must have enhanced my hearing when they changed me.

“Quick, before she wakes up.” They didn’t seem to realize I was already waking, my body slowly rousing itself to find out what was happening. Unfortunately, it was not fast enough. I could feel the cold shackles against my skin, and growled. I heard gasps and shouts for backup as they realized I was awake. I struggled, but, still being half asleep, they had me restrained easily.

Soon enough, they had me blindfolded and loaded onto a boat. I knew it was a boat only from the scent of saltwater and the rocking sensation I felt once the motor had started. It traveled quickly, and I prayed that they were taking me somewhere I could run free again. I missed the feel of grass beneath my feet, wind in my hair, blowing the long reddish strands into my face, the scent of a fresh breeze….

My prayers were not answered.

I actually don't have anymore written yet.... sweatdrop
But I have the concept layed out for a long while, so there's a lot more story still coming.
Sorry that it's confusing. I'm going to clear it all up later, I like to be confusing at first. You say people give up. In my experience, it draws most people in because they want to know what happens and want to see what it all means.
Thanks for the comment, though. Readers will make it easier for me to keep writing this one to the end.

Sorry..... At least I write pretty fast..... I'll try to get at least one a day, okay?

(Only update for tonight. I was busy all day, sorry)


I lived in the cold metal prison for a long while. They had taken me to a floating island in hopes that it would keep me from others. I had a keeper, and a jail cell. He was under strict orders to never let me out. And he followed his orders; probably ex-military.

It was from him I learned the news of the outside world. He came twice a day, once at sunrise and once at sunset. He brought me food, if it could be so called. Then, if he was in a good mood, I managed to pull the news from him.

But that food… I’ll remember that food for the rest of my life. It was little more than a slop, an orange liquid you could chew. I guess it was healthy, though, because I lived through my time there, however long it was. I was well used to the filthy swill by the tine me and my keeper had our first conversation.

-pats your head-
Take your time.

(Whoo, the grand re-opening!)


“Slop for ye, mutant.” He cackled, his voice rough and his breath foul. The orange liquid splashed into my bowl, as always spilling onto my hands. I withdrew into the corner as usual, hunched around the bowl as I tried to stomach it’s foul contents. Usually, the large man just left, but this day was different. This day, he sat and stared. So, I decided to stare back, and finally get a good look at him.

The man was, as I have said, quite large. But I had never noticed how much of his bulk was muscle before. I had assumed he was just obese. But now I saw that, under his loose and filthy encrusted clothing, he must be quite a strong man.

His clothing wasn’t the only filthy thing about him. His skin sagged, and was a pasty grey color. I could see pockmarks and scars as well as small discolored patches over every piece of visible flesh. His hair was a whispy grey and red and had thinned to almost non-existence on his scalp, though it was still abundant across his arms, and I assumed his legs and back, though I couldn’t see them.

“I did not ask for your opinion…” I said softly, still confused and a bit shocked. This man had always seemed the silent type. I thought he would be offended by my words, but he just laughed.

“Come on, pretty little thing.” He rasped again, grinning as he eyed me. I felt dirty and exposed, but could do little about it. “Give us a kiss. I’ll tell you a story if ye do.” I refused, and he just chuckled. “I’ll tell ye the story anyway.” He backed up and sat on his stool again. I was mildly interested, and listened as he began to talk.