ficlets100 - number seven.
001. Guilt
002. New
003.Solitude
004. Content
005. Tale
006. Distort
007. Luxury
008. Listen
009. Party
010. Scent
011. Storm
012. Lessons
013.Apology
014. Relief
015. Breeze
016.Fading
017. Passion
018. Stay
019.Rain
020. Within
021.Dread
022.Revenge
023.Time
024.Perfect
025.Eyes
026.Bloom
027.Beginning
028. Bath
029. Object
030. Lost
031.Pride
032. Death
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He didn’t like the ship. It was smooth, a perfect metal haul that didn’t have an outer deck, that launched beautifully and warped without an issue. The ventilation was perfect, there were no faces carved on the outside, and the empty rooms kept in reserve for the crew were well-equipped. He kicked a dent in the wall as soon as he found a spot that wasn’t watched by a camera.
He didn’t like the company. They moved everyone into capsules, but them to sleep with words of it may take a while, truthful words and kind expressions and gentle hands, gentle hands they used to praise their S.D. He made sure to break the one that found him stowed in the back’s nose and put that man to sleep.
He didn’t like the view. Everything was pristine, little yellow-blue-red-white dots on black, peaceful, engulfing silence that wrapped around a person and spoke of opportunity, of a new start. As soon as he found where they stored the animals, the transportable, non-expendable animals like chicken and cattle, he unfroze one and dragged a red claw all along one of the walls, window included.
He didn’t like much of anything about this new place, curled up in between two capsules, ever conscious of the cameras (they’d caught him on feed once, and while the chase had been entertaining, being shot in the head wasn’t, and it’d taken daysweeksmonths to delete the evidence), looking at the unfamiliar girl to his left and the unfamiliar boy to his right, feeling his body starve and bloat and starve again.
He thought about killing Yao, but then he had to pause. Who was Yao?
Whoever Yao was, he did like the idea of killing him. It felt like something new, and new things were so rarely interesting.
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