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"KYLE!" I yelled as I sat straight up.
The first thing I noticed was that I had been lying in some sort of capsule, but the top had been snapped off; then I noticed I was wearing a paper hospital gown. As something whizzed by my head, I blinked and focused on my surroundings. I saw that people were running about and diving behind boxes and crates. Occasionally, they would pop up and shoot over the tops of the boxes and crates. Rubbing my eyes, I saw that the people were actually a man, a woman, and a blue werewolf.
The werewolf was about eight feet tall with blazing yellow eyes. He was wearing a black jacket and ripped tan trousers. The woman was completely bald and very pale. She was wearing a black corset tied to her black thigh-high spike-heeled boots. She wore torn white arm gloves and a scarf that hid her mouth. The man had black hair in dreadlocks, gray eyes, dark skin, and a Fu Manchu mustache and beard. His black fitted shirt was covered in straps and buckles as were his black pants. He wore a red belt to hold the pants up and black boots.
Without realizing what I was about to say, I asked, "Is it Halloween or do you guys have some sort of weird fetish?"
Glancing over his shoulder, the werewolf did a double take. "Rorin, were you ever told what was in the capsule?"
"No, why?" the man asked. As the werewolf pointed at me, the man lifted an eyebrow, "Oh. Well then. If he wants her then the price has just gone up. Human cargo is a doerai more expensive than a box."
"I'm not cargo thank you," I replied, crawling out of the box.
"Get her, Rella," Rorin said, firing a couple of random rounds over the crate he was hiding behind.
Removing the scarf, the bald woman used it to grab my arm. However, before the woman could pull me towards her, I grabbed the scarf and yanked the woman towards me. At the last second, I brought the heel of my hand forward in time to smash into the woman's face, breaking the nose.
"CHIKUSHOUME!" the woman yelled, stumbling backwards and clasping her broken nose with her hands.
Laughing, the werewolf asked, "What's the matter with you Rella? Is a little girl too much for you to handle?"
"Kieuseru Ian," Rella snarled as I looked around for a way out that did not involve getting caught by the Fetish Trio or being shot at.
Leaping into the air, I began to crawl up the nearest crate tower.
"AFTER HER!" Rorin yelled.
Reaching the top of the crate tower, I began to leap from tower to tower. Because I did not have to navigate the maze of crates below like the Fetish Trio did, I quickly put distance between myself and them. Just as I realized this, the crate tower I was balancing on toppled over. Crashing to the ground, I cried out as my left leg and right arm broke. Rolling a few feet, I grunted as I slammed up against someone's legs and they fell over me.
The person I knocked over had blue hair and blue eyes. He was wearing a yellow shirt and black pants under a white lab coat. Sitting up, the young man glared at me for half a second before realizing I was hurt. "Are you okay?"
"You've got to help me," I said, grabbing his sleeve. "Please."
"Well doesn't this work out well?" someone said from behind us. Looking over my shoulder, I saw the Fetish Trio viciously smiling at me and the young man.
I said: "s**t."
The young man said, "Che."
"You're...Albin Wentworth aren't you?" Rorin asked, taking a step forward. "You're a part of Dugan's crew."
"What of it?" the young man replied, helping me to my feet.
"Nothing," Rorin replied, taking another step forward. "Even though I have a score to settle with anyone on Dugan's crew, I will let you go for now if you hand over the girl."
I felt the young man tighten his grip on my good wrist and my waist as he said, "That is quite alright. Besides, this girl needs immediate medical attention. She's probably broken her left femur and right humorus after her fall."
"Oh they feel pretty broken," I replied.
"I have a doctor on my own ship," Rorin said, taking another step forward. He was now within arms reach.
"If he's anything like you three," I replied, "I think I'll pass."
Snarling, Rorin reached forward to grab my injured arm--only for someone to grab his wrist. "Zared, I want you to carefully think where we are. We are in the middle of a Coalition controlled city. Their soldiers are everywhere. You make one wrong move and a couple of hundred Coalition soldiers will be here before you can blink."
"Dugan," Albin said, unsuccessfully keeping the relief out of his voice.
"Fairfax," Rorin snarled, yanking his wrist out of the other man's grip. "What are you doing here?"
The man that they were referring to was about a full foot taller than I was and had whitish gray hair that continually fell in his green eyes. He was wearing tan work gloves and a red coat over a red vest, black shirt, brown cargo pants, and black shoes. When he lowered his arm, the man pushed the coat back to reveal a gun.
"Just seeing where my doctor had run off to," he replied. Looking at me and Albin, he said, "And I see he's made a friend. You are?"
"My cargo," Rorin said darkly. "Your doctor stole her from me."
"I am not cargo," I replied to Rorin.
"I didn't steal her," Albin replied. "She fell on me. Literally."
"It's not like I planned it," I replied. "Running across unstable crate towers is very dangerous."
"I would have to agree," Dugan said. Tilting his head to the left, he regarded me for a moment before asking, "Zared says you belong to him. Do you?"
"Not in the way he means or any other way," I replied. "Truthfully, I'd rather get as far away from the Fetish Trio as possible."
Rorin, Ian, and Rella had similar looks of anger on their faces as Dugan--and a moment later, Albin--laughed at this. Before anyone could react, Rella's scarf lashed out, wrapped me into a full body bind, and started to yank me towards her. At the last moment, something flew through the air and cut the scarf. As I fell to the ground, I was shocked to see that some kind of fluid flew out of the severed scarf and Rella screaming in pain. Pain exploded in my broken arm as I landed heavily on it. Blacking out from the pain, I saw two new people come up from behind Rorin, Ian, and Rella.
One was a woman with short gray hair and green eyes. She was wearing a black gem studded coat, a black shirt, dark pants, black gloves, and black shoes. The other was a man with long braided gray hair and wide green eyes. He was wearing a black tuxedo with a light blue cape. The woman reached up and caught some kind of circle blade just as I completely blacked out.