—Crink Clink
A set of chains creak in a pitch-black space.
"... Hah"
Another sound, this time a faint breath, echoes through the darkness.
—Clack
A pair of eyes blink in the eerie shadows, squinting above at a dense crimson light shining above her in a crystal veil.
They then yawn, crawling further into the red light at the center of the room.
A girl reveals herself from the shadows. Her hair was like silk, yet as ebony as her surroundings, stopping a few inches below her cheeks. Her round chubby face and petite form indicated her young age.
The girl looks around as if surveying the room for the first time. It was a small space padded in dark-red pillows that surrounded the five-by-six enclosure.
The light at the center grows brighter, causing her to squint her eyes and looks away, rubbing her eyelids with a soft murmur.
Her suited latex outfit covering her entire body except for her hands and torso was the same wine-red as the walls and floor.
"... Nghn.."
She looks over to another young girl in front of her, lying with her legs sprawled out and her back pinned to the wall.
—Clink Clink
She attempts to crawl over to her on her knees but is stopped by a short red-metal chain hammered into the wall on her side of the room, restraining her arms and legs.
"Why... Why are we tied up? Did we do something wrong?"
The other young girl had dark-brown hair and wore the same colored latex suit. However, her eyes were much darker than her cell mate’s, as if their light had been dimmed.
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They were about the same age.
"It's training day." The listless-eyed girl answers without giving her a glance.
"W-wha...? Training day?"
"You're done with your treatments so now you're going to the next phase. They'll inject you with adrenalin and muscle enhancements then make you sweat until you can't walk or breath."
"Oh..." She slumps her shoulders with lowered eyebrows.
"You'll get use to it after the third round though. Our bodies are meant to adapt to severe pain and elevated circumstance."
The black-haired girl then collapses to the ground with a wince while holding her stomach. Tears stream down her pale cheeks as she kicks her legs in the air with her stomach and back's surface bubbling and churning as if something wanted to break free.
"It hurts... It hurts! Why does it hurt so bad? Someone help!"
The brunette girl slumps on her side and squirms over to the suffering girl, nudging her head onto theirs.
"It hurts, I know. But we'll get through this hell together."
. . .
"... Ah, she's finally awake."
Miya's eyelids sit groggily below her cloudy gaze. She looks around while shaking her head, only to be met with more obscurity.
A heavy jab hits her cheek, causing her ears to ring as the pain inches itself to her nose then eyes.
Her pupils then dilate, adjusting to the room along with Yazyona standing over here with a raised fist.
"You awake now, vradema?"
A snap triggers behind her, making Yazyona stand to the side as a tall and burly man wearing a white suit walks down a set of red-carpeted stairs.
Miya's eyes dart to her sides. The room was a broad and yet narrow office space with white floors and a black ceiling. Two pools of molten violet substance sat at both her sides, each making bubbles of silver metal float into the air then plop back down after a few seconds.
A shiver goes down her spine as she notices her resting place. She sat in a seat completely made of ice, restricting her arms and legs within the frost. Miya attempts to move but releases a visible chilled breath and a shudder.
A large shadow grows over her, she looks up at the Ya'valtian man with crimson eyes, his pupils surrounded by a light-blue ring.
He rolls his hand through his curled white locks with icy-blue tips with a smile as he squats down. He then takes out a white handkerchief from his coat pocket and dabs up the stream of blood running down Miya's cheek.
She jerks from his fingers, his hand was bitterly cold even if it wasn't directly touching.
"Sorry if my associate was a bit rough. It was my order to bring you here to speak, not in a bloody mess unfit for company."
He then takes another wipe at Miya's nose then, crumples up the bloody fabric, and tosses it into one of the purple pits. Before it could even hit the liquid in the pool, it frosts in the air then crumbles apart before dissolving into mere white cinders.
The man then stands, adjusting the creases of his jacket. "My name is Arnza, Special Director On-site for the Stravos-terran branch on 4056-E. How do you do?"
Miya snorts then spews out a collection of blood and spit. But before it could hit Arnza's suit, it frosts, then freezes over to clatter onto the ground as a jagged blood-cicle.
Arnza chuckles while turning around. “You’re obstinate, strong-willed, I respect that. However…”
A strong gale hits Miya’s front, followed by a resonating smack making her head whip to the side. She looks over to Yazyona at her left side, raising her forehand with a sneer.
“… For someone to be strong, we must know who makes us weak.” Arnza finishes.
He then walks up the crimson steps and leans onto his slender glass-pane desk. He snaps his fingers, and a set of white and blue holographic screens blink in front of him.
“Let’s see here… Miya Yuna… Graduated at Crux-Omega Patrol Institute when you were only thirteen… Impressive. Top of your class too, excellent physical training and defensive tactics records, but your most distinguished accolades are your firearms proficiency and cosmology scores, topping the charts in just the Nova quadrant alone.”
“I say she can’t hit shit with a pistol.” Yazyona jeers.
“You were acquired as an Ensign at a Terminal not to far from here, got a transfer a few months back… Then became a Space Patroller on the recommendation of…” Arnza then pushes one of the screens to the side as if to get a better look at Miya.
“... Supreme Commander, Madam Akari.”