Current mood:

*thud*

Roxy: Prelude Chapter # Who Knows

Roxy shuddered as she stepped off the shuttle. Even past the teleport suppressor in her harness, she could feel the overall suppression field over the entire prison. A row of about the nastiest people she had ever seen were staring at her across a barrier from the yard. She had a feeling none of them were in for a mere public nuisance charge. She only hoped she could find a way to stay out of their way.

Check-in was routine enough, or at least no worse than the rest of her processing had been. Her expectations had steadily lowered after her arrest.

She found her way around smoothly enough at first. Keeping her head down seemed to be working. That lasted less than a full day.

She never saw the large cat-woman approach. Her first indication that she was not alone was the clawed hand on her shoulder. Roxy squeaked and spun around. "What do you want?"

"I hear that you run, Prey."

"What?"

"I like it when my prey runs. It's fun."

"I don't-"

Ky'ree smiled, baring an alarming array of teeth. "You see, sometimes I get bored. You're going to amuse me."

"I'm... really not very... amusing..."

"You'll want to be. This is the way it goes - you run, and I hunt you. It'll be fun."

"What if I don't want to be hunted?"

"You're Prey. That's what you're for?"

"And if I refuse?"

Ky'ree flexed her claws on Roxy's shoulder, lightly puncturing the cloth and the top layer of skin. "The faster I catch you, the more I'll need another way to entertain myself. Making you bleed can be very entertaining."

"Are you insane?" Roxy suppressed the impulse to pull away, knowing she'd only rip her shoulder against Ky'ree's claws.

"I'll let you rest tonight. Tomorrow morning, you should start running."