Something in the Eyes.



She sits crossed legged in front of them she’d still had on Klinger’s long sleeved shirt, she looked different now that Sam and Roxx took her to the waters edge to let her bathe. She was still in chains but Samantha felt it necessary to maintain the guise of prisoner so she didn’t become overly confident while they waited for another transport to come and pick them up almost a full day early. She studied Samantha Bliss for a time before speaking to her.
“My name is Priss. What is yours?”
“Samantha Bliss.”
“I would be more than delighted to tell you anything that you want to know, you won’t have to beat it out of me.”
“We don’t beat on our prisoners, and we aren’t allowed to interrogate you.”
“So I’m still a prisoner then?”
“Yes Priss. Until we know different it has to be that way.”
She lowered her eyes away from her and it seemed for almost a second that Priss was very sad.
“I know why you don’t trust me, it is because of what I am. Well Agent Bliss. I did not choose this form, I am stuck with it for better or worse, horns and all, I am female. Maybe not the same as you but still there is something familiar about all of this to me…”
Samantha leans forward and almost in a whisper.
“Well Priss there is one thing that I am curious about.”
She sits up strait abruptly so, and with a child like gleam in her eyes that makes Samantha Bliss want to smile.
“A Question? For Me? Really? Oh please agent Bliss! I will tell you anything about those Curs!”
She hesitates.
“Well Priss, its like this. We’ve been fighting the Demon class for nine years or so, and I don’t recall ever seeing a female before, what is up with That?”
“ It is Ambala’s will I’m afraid.”
“The Hell Queen?”
“Yes Samantha.”’
“Please Priss, tell me.”
“I am one of ten females that have been put here by Ambala, she grew tired of her soldiers having sex with the human women, so she made us take this form years ago. only now do we come here as slaves to service all of her soldiers. This is the only form that I have ever had”
“Sex slave?”
“Yes.. I started out as General Krotas’s bed wench, but he started beating on me so I ran away, his men that caught me to bring me back, they were the ones that you just killed. I have always dreamt of such freedom it has always been all consuming to me, even through my earliest teachings they told me I was wrong to feel this way. But I have always felt such strong ties with this place that you call Earth. ”
Suddenly things were becoming clear to Samantha, Threshold didn’t want Priss because she was any kind of threat. They wanted her for what she might possibly tell them about a certain General of the red army.

In Recent Memory.



They board the new Transport just after dark, and just for appearances sake she tells Priss that the Chains will have to stay on a bit longer. Her and Roxx sit and patiently listen to her regale them with why she thinks that the Red males suck so bad, and while the females were supposed to maintain a beautiful appearance the males were allowed to look like…. Well ..Hell. Rotting teeth, black as coal lips, “and don’t even get me started on their breath!” she tells them. As they move closer to Langley, Samantha Bliss begins to wonder what will become of Priss. She will do what ever she can in her defense she thinks to herself, because somewhere deep inside of her Samantha Bliss is actually starting to like her.
They pass several buildings that at night seem to have the warm glow of fires burning in them, she once again finds her mind returning to the past, this time a mere six years ago, when she’d heard the news that the reds had taken over Cape Nazareth by sheer strength of numbers. They had murdered those too old to run and Tortured those who simply couldn’t. the buildings that they had no use for were simply burnt to the ground and those left standing quickly fell into ruin, looking at the present condition of the Cape brought to her mind visions of what a nuclear holocaust must look like. Looking at the cape now, one might think that Ambala, Hell’s new ruler’s plans for making Earth her new private playground might be coming true, but Ambala doesn’t rule Earth. Humans do. They finally arrive in Langley at 2300 hours and the mood at the Threshold compound is quiet as usual, the powers that be here have elected a welcoming committee for Priss, and Samantha Bliss requests that they at least try to be cordial with her, the team members are all once again separately ushered into separate debriefing chambers, before they are released to quarters. Two hours later Samantha Bliss is in her bunk thinking about Priss. She wonders in the back of her mind if she will ever see her again.

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