FanFic: Danger Girl: Under the Glass Sky

[Danger_Girl]

This fanfic is sort of a rewrite and expansion of one I wrote about three or four years ago. I take quite a few liberties with the PSO lore, so you'll have to forgive me. The story takes place entirely on Pioneer 2, roughly two years after the destruction of their homeworld.

I should note any pictures I use are not mine. I wish I could credit the artists properly, but I don't know who they were.






Danger Girl: Under the Glass Sky


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Chapter 1




A feeling of helplessness and foreboding remained even as Danger Girl’s sleep had ended.
“It was only another bad dream,” she mumbled, reassuring herself. Danger became aware of a dull throbbing pain in her head, and the inside of her mouth felt thick and pasty. It was the aftermath of another night of excessive drinking. Her green eyes fluttered open, only to be met by an obnoxious light.
“That damn curtain must have fallen down again,” Danger cursed sleepily. Calling it a curtain was a bit of a stretch. It was a heavy dark blanket she had flung over the window the last time she had a hangover. She hated that light, and not just because of her nasty hangovers. The simulated sunlight only served to remind her of what all the people on Pioneer 2 had lost. It was a light that cast long shadows.

Sitting up, she felt the wetness of tears running down her cheeks. Abruptly, she buried her face in her pillow and sobbed softly for no good reason she could think of. Maybe it was the bad dream, or because she drank too much again. Maybe it was just a lingering memory, too stubborn to be forgotten. It wasn’t unusual for Danger Girl to be emotional in the morning.

Danger Girl wasn’t her real name of course. The doctors at the facility where she was born called her Faye, so she figured that was as close to a real name as she was going to get. A newhuman like her wasn’t going to have a last name since she didn’t actually have parents. The DNA used to fertilize the ovum she had come from was derived from many hosts, some of them not even human. Other portions of her DNA were synthesized and didn’t come from a biological host at all. The ovum itself had its DNA removed entirely, along with it, the ability to identify herself as someone who had a mother. Like many newhumans, family wasn’t something Danger Girl could relate to. She often tried to convince herself it didn‘t contribute to her frequent bouts of depression. It was hard to miss something you never had, unless of course, what you never had was a childhood.

The name Danger Girl was given to her after she joined the hunter’s guild. She quickly earned the reputation for being reckless and hot tempered. Oftentimes she would take on low paying, dangerous jobs that other hunters wouldn’t touch. She also had a knack for getting in over her head. Some even said she had a death wish. It’s unclear who first called her Danger Girl, but it caught on quickly, and she liked it. It was fitting.

Deciding it was time to pull herself together; Danger rolled off the couch and began the foreboding walk to the bathroom mirror. First, she thrust her dry husk of a mouth under the faucet for some water. There hadn’t been any clean dishes in her tiny apartment for weeks, so Danger had taken to sticking her head in the sink for water and ordering out for food. She never was much of a house keeper. The water helped cut through the dryness of her mouth, but didn’t do much to ease her unsettled stomach. Slowly raising her head, chin still dripping, Danger looked in the mirror to asses the damage from the night before. Her crimson red hair was a tangled mess, and what was left of her eye makeup had run down her cheeks. Her large green eyes were bloodshot and teary. Wiping the water from her chin and tears from her eyes, Danger couldn’t help but to smile to herself. Even amidst a malicious morning hangover, she was striking. Her green eyes pierced through the morning redness like emerald beacons. Her beautiful pale face radiated in defiance of the smudges of yesterdays makeup. There was no denying it, she was beautiful, and no one took more pleasure in that fact than Danger Girl. Tucking the errant strands of hair behind her long newhuman ears, she grimaced at the thought of taking her morning bath.

About two weeks prior, Danger’s hot water stopped working. She lived in Oran, which was the slummiest section on Pioneer 2. Her apartment building was neglected, and her room was very small. Danger was never good at handling meseta, and being paid less than her human counterparts didn‘t help. On the occasion she did score a decent payday, Danger usually managed to squander most of it foolishly, or gamble and drink it away. She was hurting for meseta. It wasn’t all her fault, but most of it was, and she knew it. The landlord wanted her to pay for the damage caused by an android attack, and on top of that she was already behind on rent. Coming up with the money to get the water heater fixed any time soon was out of the question. She was going to have to score a payday with tonight’s job, or she would lose her apartment. As modest and trashed as it was, it was still home. But she would worry about that later. For now she had her hands full just trying to brave her ice cold bathwater.

She took off her bra and stepped out of her panties, waiting for the cold bathwater to fill. Blushing slightly, she looked at herself in the mirror. Her slender curves were athletic, lithe, and shapely, but her frame wasn’t overly muscular. Her fiery red hair, which she usually wore up in braided pig tails, hung haphazardly around her shoulders. Every casual movement she made revealed her extraordinary dexterity and grace. When it was paramount, Danger’s agility could seemingly defy gravity.

She arched her back and stretched. Her back had been sore every morning for the past several weeks. The couch was the only thing besides the floor she had to sleep on, and it wasn’t the most comfortable couch either. Her bed had been cleaved in two by an android assassin with a photon sword. About half a second prior to the bed being sliced in half, she was still in it. Just as bad was the damage the android had caused to the building. Not only did it cost her damage deposit, but it also put her even further in debt to the landlord. Taking the job to investigate the Vulari family was reckless, even by her standards. Killing their youngest son wasn’t such a good idea either, at least not to someone interested in self preservation. The meseta she was paid for the job was lousy, and she made a lot of new and powerful enemies. Despite it all, the memory of killing Vulari Junior was a fond one. Remembering how she brutalized his corpse made her smile.
“I’ll be watching my back over that one for a long time,” she said to the mirror with a grin. All the Vulari were incarcerated now, but she fully expected to meet another android with orders to cut her down. Even in an energy cage, it was easy enough to hire a hunter to settle old scores. That was something Danger knew very well, having been hired to settle a few old scores herself.
“Still, trying to kill me in my sleep was tacky,” her grin turned into a frown. Her neighbors were really freaked out after that. It was no wonder everyone in the building wanted her gone. If it hadn’t been for the empty bottle of Vodka on the floor the android had stepped on, she might very well have been asleep in her bed when the android cut it in two. They all would have gotten their wish then.
“I never did like androids,” she whispered to the mirror.

Danger turned around to get a good look at her shoulder which had been injured on a job two nights prior. The wound had been serious and painful, but she healed very quickly, and no wound ever left a scar on her body. All that was left now was a reddish tender spot where the tear in her flesh had been.
Her mood darkened as she played the events of that night over in her mind for the hundredth time. The hunter had been exceptional. Even in a one-on-one fight she wasn’t sure if she could have taken him. But that night it had been three-on-one. The other two were amateurs, and she could have dispatched both of them easily. But the human with the long black hair and dark eyes was different. She had never seen a human that could move that fast. The encounter with him left a haunting impression on her.

She had been hired to do some digging in one of the main Pseudo Tech labs by two men claiming to be government officials. Her job was to copy data from a specified computer terminal. As usual in Danger’s line of work, they didn’t give any details about the data itself, and she was given the authority to use any means necessary to retrieve it.

Breaking the security of the lab complex wasn‘t difficult using her trap detection equipment. Dispatching the occasional security drone before it could raise an alarm was something she had done on many jobs, and she didn’t encounter any automated security droids. The facility’s security seemed lax for someplace that would knowingly be hiding something from the government.

It was after she started transferring the target data that she first heard the sound of people approaching at a run. Quickly she coiled into the shadows beside the security door. The terminal must have triggered an alarm somewhere. She could identify the number approaching by the sound of footfalls on the metallic lab floor. There were three of them, defiantly not androids. The thought of the impending violence excited her. Seeing blood flow was exhilarating and never failed to get her turned on. The first one to the door charged though. Danger Girl started her swing before her photon saber had even fully materialized in her hand. It would be a fatal blow. With a rising motion the glowing blade arched towards the chest of the charging human. With the force of the blow, the blade would easily penetrate his armor. However, the blade did not strike armor. Instead there was a blinding flash caused hunter’s energy shield. In a winding spiral, the hunter used a photon claw to counter with a flurry of dizzying attacks. All Danger could do was stumble back, fending off blows until her back was against the wall. Using the wall for leverage she drove forward with a counter of her own, which the hunter easily blocked with his shield. However, it gave her the chance to tumble around him, at which point she was met with a hail of photon bullets. The other two hunters were positioned in the hallway, firing though the door. Had they been better shots, she would have been hit. Diving into a forward roll, Danger’s photon saber vanished from her hand, a gun materializing in its place. As she rolled, she fired in the direction of the two hunters, forcing them out of the doorway and into the hall. She began to rematerialize the saber while regaining her footing, but the clawed hunter was too fast. He was on her before she could get her feet under her. She felt the claw penetrate though her back and come out just above her right breast. It took a second to realize the claw had gone all the way though her body and into the wall in front of her. Her knees were still about six inches from the ground, leaving her dangling, skewered to the wall by the three pronged claw. Blood ran down between her breasts. She gasped for a breath fearing for a moment her lungs had been impaled. A hand cupped her chin and gently lifted her head back until she was looking into his handsome face. He had dark eyes, but not cruel. They almost had a look of sympathy, or was it pity? Either way, the look was irritating. She tried to push away from the wall, but the effort caused waves of pain. She was hemorrhaging badly. He shifted his body so it was pressing firmly into hers. She couldn’t move. Her hips and chest were pinned tightly. The way he knelt behind her with his body thrust against hers was as if he was penetrating her with more than just his claw. His hand held her chin firmly, keeping her face looking up into his. He held her there in silence staring into her eyes for what seemed like an eternity, her blood continuing to puddle on the floor around them. Panic surged through her as she realized he was watching her die. She could feel the beat of his heart, his steady breath on her face. Again she tried to struggle. The photon blade she dropped was only inches away. But he held her tight, his body firmly pressed into hers. He was too strong, and she was getting weaker. She realized she was panting in quick shallow breaths. The pain seemed to be fading away.
“Shhhh,” he whispered softly over and over again as her struggling slowly ceased. “It will be over soon, please just try and sleep.” He began to stroke her cheek, soothing her as she slipped away. He gently kissed her forehead. It made her want to cry. She felt tears in her eyes. From what seemed like a great distance away she could hear the other two hunters laughing and saying disgusting things. The two dark eyes that loomed above her began to melt into the darkness. The laughter was a fading echo.

With a sudden surge of adrenaline, she sunk her teeth into his hand between his thumb and forefinger. An explosion of spurting blood filled her mouth as she ground her teeth straight to the bone. After that things were a bit of a blur. She recalled the hunter making a shrieking noise as the bones in his hand cracked between her teeth. She also became aware of one of the other hunters violently pulling her pigtails in an attempt to get his hand free. At some point the claw came out of the wall and she managed to get her photon saber in hand. She was pretty sure she struck the clawed hunter with a series of wild swings. After that she used a resta force technique to close her gaping wound and stop the hemorrhaging, all the while running and staggering, firing photon blasts over her aching shoulder. In a hale of photon bullets, she dove though a second story window into the street below. From there she somehow managed to make her escape staggering though darkened streets and alleyways.

After getting home she realized she didn’t retrieve the data disk. She was weak and in pain, the claw had barely missed her lung. At least a day of rest would be needed for her body to regenerate the lost blood. It was all for nothing, another grand Danger Girl failure. Her employers were going to be pissed. But yet, she still had another 72 hours left on her contract before mission termination. She needed this score. There was no choice but to try again.

“By tonight, the wound in my shoulder will have completely vanished,” she said to her dejected reflection. The hunter’s dark eyes still etched in her memory left a deeper slower healing wound. She could still hear his whispers in her ear. She could still feel his kiss on her forehead.
But I can still taste his blood on my lips! Danger reminded herself, green eyes flashing in the mirror. Surely tonight there would be more than three of them waiting. She knew the mysterious hunter would be there as well. “I’m going to need help,” she admitted to her anxious reflection.

As a newhuman, Danger had the inherent ability to manipulate the molecules and cells around her. It wasn’t exactly magic, and it wasn’t exactly science, more like a blending of the two. Using her force techniques, she could create a static discharge, or make the air around her to burst into flame. She could also trigger spontaneous cellular regeneration in organic matter. It was how she kept herself from bleeding to death after her encounter with the mysterious hunter. Her techniques weren’t strong, and using them tired her very quickly. The damage she could inflict with her techniques was minimal, and usually not practical in combat, although she had heard of newhumans capable of manipulating their surroundings with devastating effect. She had also heard of some humans able to use techniques, but they generally weren’t as adept as newhumans.

Taking a deep breath, she decided it was time to get her bath over with. She wished her force powers were strong enough to heat the water. First one foot, then the other, it was her torturous morning ritual. She was trembling from the cold before she had even managed to sit. Drawing a deep breath, she dropped down into the bath on her knees and stuck her hair under the frigid water. As fast as she could she shampooed and scrubbed, all the while muttering curses through chattering teeth. She used to enjoy soaking in a warm bath. In fact, she thought, one of those right now would do her a lot of good.

Shivering violently, she climbed from the tub and wrapped a towel around her naked body, and then tip toed quickly across the cold floor. She found a blanket in a heap of dirty clothes and wrapped it around herself before flopping over onto the couch. Feeling depressed, she curled into a ball and pulled the blanket close.

Long before Danger Girl had ever been a prisoner to Pioneer 2, she was a prisoner to her depression, mood swings, and mania. As she drifted off, she swore to herself she was going to get her life under control, just as she had a thousand times before.

[DamonKatu]

Th world's dangerous woman returns. This is a real nice story dispite this girl always had to go though alot of pain just to get the job done. That makes me wounder how I recover from my wounds in PSO without getting too many scars. Nicely done...

[Danger_Girl]

Chapter 2





The weather was clear and bright like it was every day on Pioneer 2. It didn’t feel like the sunshine Danger remembered. It felt as artificial as it looked. The giant sky blue dome overhead stretched as far as Danger could see in all directions. The streets were full of people going about their daily lives. Silver and gold towers shaped like giant spear heads and twisting spires stretched high above. Around the peaks of the towers buzzed thousands of flying cars, shuttles, and hover cycles ferrying people around the massive, moon sized spaceship.
It is a marvel to behold, she thought. So why does it feel more like a prison?

It had been home for the past two years. Two long years since the super nova claimed their home world. It wasn’t a surprise to anyone. Scientists were predicting it three hundred years ago. But it had still been a shock when the global evacuation became a reality. Danger tried to block any thoughts of home out of her mind. Those memories just depressed her, and she was in a good mood. She was headed to her favorite hangout.

Danger enjoyed flaunting her curves. She felt her revealing clothes gave her an edge against men. Even her battle clothes left her long legs, navel, and cleavage exposed. The invisible energy shield mounted on her left arm protected her against attacks, so showing a little skin didn’t leave her vulnerable. Besides, most photon blades cut through armor with ease anyway. The only thing that left Danger feeling naked was not having her weapons. On her right arm she wore her assembler. With an assembler weapons could be broken down to a molecular level and stored digitally. It’s the device that enables hunters to carry seven foot photon swords, high powered rifles, and massive shot cannons as if they weren‘t there at all.

A member of the Pioneer Security Bureau gave Danger a dirty look as she sauntered past. It was hard for her to tell if it was because she was a newhuman or because she was a hunter. She just winked and smiled, swaying past him and making a show with her leggy strut. She felt his eyes on her until she turned the corner. Many in the Security Bureau were leery of hunters. After all, hunters didn’t always necessarily care what side of the law their employer happened to be on, so long as the reward was good. Hunters were still tolerated, mainly because they were needed. One of Danger’s frequent employers was an officer in the Security Bureau. He was smart enough to know his young team wasn’t well enough equipped, experienced enough, or crazy enough to handle some of the things hunters could. Plus hunters made great scapegoats. Danger had done her fair share of shady jobs too, but for the most part she didn’t consider herself an assassin. She allowed for exceptions, but would ditch a job if she got a bad feeling about it. Stealing corporate secrets was one thing, but finding out that “secret” was actually a CEO’s child was quite another. There were lines she wouldn’t cross; no matter how much she needed the meseta.

Danger’s regular hangout was a small bar and restaurant called the Guiding Star. She was pretty sure the owner of the place was deeply in love with her, which she used to her advantage when it came time to pay her tab. He never actually tried to make advances towards her, but she could see it in his eyes. Benny the bartender, as he was called, was a young cheerful man. He was handsome enough, although a little scrawny and a bit awkward, especially around Danger. His light blue eyes, sandy blonde hair, and small frame made him look even younger then he was. His eyes held a warmth and wonder, as if everything around him was something he was seeing for the first time. His vibrant cheer was infectious, and his smile magnetic. He had a magical knack for instantly cheering Danger up. Just seeing him behind the bar, smiling and laughing and blushing made her feel warm.

She recalled New Year’s night several months ago when she was particularly drunk and rowdy. The Guiding Star was packed with people celebrating. She had been wearing a sleazy black low cut top that exposed more a good portion of her cleavage, and a tiny black skirt with thigh-high stockings and garter that made her legs seem like they stretched on for an eternity. Benny was acting even more awkward than normal around her. Every time they made eye contact, he would quickly look at the floor. Several times she caught him staring when her attention was elsewhere, but yet when she tried to talk to him, he did his best not to look at her at all. The whole thing left the intoxicated Danger Girl feeling a little bit irritated. Without warning, while Benny was busy serving someone, she threw the unsuspecting bartender over her shoulder and dropped him into a chair. Using someone’s necktie, she roughly bound his hands behind his back. And then to the cheers of the raucous crowd, she straddled him, playfully biting and kissing his neck all the while rhythmically grinding her hips into his lap. Poor Benny looked like he was going to die.

Ugh, she thought, burying her eyes with into the palm of her hand. What got into me that night? She couldn’t show her face around the Guiding Star for a month. When she finally did get the courage to show up, Benny blushed as red as a cherry, and almost fell over. When he tried to talk to her, all he could manage was some incoherent stuttering. It was weeks before he was able to use a complete sentence around her, and weeks after that before he could look at her without turning pink. She felt bad for putting him through that, and couldn’t help but feel guilty for sometimes taking advantage of both his good nature and his obvious feelings for her. He was one of the few people Danger could call a friend. Someday she would pay him back for all the things he had done for her. Somehow.

“Faye!” Benny was one of the few people who called her by that name. Hearing him say it with thoughts of new years night fresh in her mind made her feel a little embarrassed.
“Did you miss me?” She asked with a smile. Feeling a little embarrassed wasn‘t enough to keep her from teasing him. She had been there getting wasted just last night.
“Miss you? Well…I…uh,” he smiled and laughed nervously. “Sorry about cutting you off last night. Its just you seemed like you had enough and…well, you know...” He looked at the floor as his words trailed off. Danger didn’t even remember being cut off. She knew she worried him with her excessive drinking.
“Don’t worry about it Benny. I didn’t act like a bitch, did I?”
Benny just laughed. “Of course not, you’re always a sweetheart.”
She knew he was lying. She probably made a scene when he cut her off. It made her feel ashamed. She knew her drinking was a problem.
Benny poured her a cup of tea. “How are you feeling,” he asked.
“I feel okay. I have a tough job tonight, so I’m a little nervous.” Danger almost never talked about work with anyone, especially Benny. She knew he would be worried sick if he knew some of the risks she took.
“Well, if…if you want to talk about it…”
“I almost died the night before last.” She couldn’t help it, the words just popped out, and she regretted saying it the instant the words left her lips.
The smile on Benny’s face vanished.
She grabbed his arm, “It was a joke. I was only joking.” She faked a laugh.
Benny didn’t look convinced, but he smiled again, albeit an uneasy one. “Faye…I just…I,” he paused as he looked away from her eyes. “I just want you to be safe.”
She reached across the bar and gently touched his face. “You really worry way too much about me. I don’t deserve it. Besides I still owe you my tab. I promise I wont go get myself killed until I‘ve paid up.” That was the second thing today Danger regretted saying the instant she said it.
“Oh, I’m glad you brought that up,” Benny said, his smile turning genuine. He reached under the bar and produced his dreaded black book of bar tabs.
“Let me see here…” He flipped several pages. “Here you are.” He turned the book towards her. With trepidation, she looked at the tab. In dramatic fashion, Danger put her arm to her forehead, let out a loud gasp, and fell off her barstool onto the floor in a heap.
“You okay down there?” Benny asked, feigning concern.
“No,” Danger replied, still laying flat on the floor.
“Well if it makes you feel any better the tea is on me, okay?”
“Thanks…”
Benny leaned over the bar to look down at her. “You want a hand getting back up?”
“No thanks, think I’ll just stay down here for awhile,” Danger pouted.
“Suit yourself.”
She propped her head up on her arm. “Benny, is Ann coming in today?”
“She’ll be here in 17 minutes, and 14 seconds,” he said looking up at the clock. Clockwork Ann was always punctual.

Clockwork Ann was the waitress at the Guiding Star. She was an android, although at first glance it was impossible to tell. Androids were of course sentient beings. They had a will of their own, and a conscious mind just like a human or newhuman, as well as the full range of emotions. At the same time, however, they were also bound by their programming, regardless of their will. It made for some rather bizarre and unexpected behaviors. It wasn’t unusual for an android to shut itself down because of a moral paradox.

Ann had quite a few strange personality quirks of her own. For example, she was ridiculously submissive, referring to Benny and Danger only as master and mistress, and everyone else as either sir or ma’am. She happily did whatever she was told, regardless of what it was. She also tended to dress herself strangely, similar to how a little girl might dress her doll. Ann didn‘t look like she could be more than 16 years old, although in reality, she was probably only about 3. Age was little more than an illusion for an android.

Ann‘s personality was an enigma. She giggled a lot, and seemed both innocent and naïve. Danger knew better than to believe that though. Ann was also a cold blooded hunter. Danger had watched her hunt men down; killing them with the cool calculating precision only a machine was capable of. She could go from naïve young woman to killer in the blink of an eye. Danger also knew first hand that she could be extremely sexual. She had a Lolita look, and her brilliantly engineered feminine anatomy was designed to both give and receive pleasure. Whoever designed her must have had some twisted fetishes.

Ever since Danger was a young girl she hated androids. It was ironic her first good friend was Ann. They first met each other nearly two years ago, shortly after Pioneer 2 had left their home solar system forever. Danger accepted a job from a Security Bureau officer to track down and apprehend a fugitive. The job required her to take on a partner. Apparently her mystery partner had some information on the whereabouts of the target, but her employer didn’t think she had the ability to take him down on her own, so Danger was brought in as muscle. Working with a mystery partner didn’t bother her. It was almost like going on a blind date, and she was excited about it. That was of course until she saw her partner.

Clockwork Ann, as she was known in the hunter’s guild, was waiting for her in the guild lobby, sitting patiently in a chair with her hands in her lap. She must have been given Danger’s description, because when she saw her, she climbed out of her chair and in a shy voice asked, “Ma’am?”
Danger looked around in confusion. “Were you talking to me?” she asked, not accustomed to being addressed as ma’am.
“Yes ma’am, I think you‘re Ann‘s partner, ma’am.” Ann usually referred to herself in third person.
Danger’s mouth hit the floor. This is my mystery partner? Danger was incredulous.
“Y-YOU’RE a hunter?” she gasped loudly.
Clockwork Ann was about the most innocuous looking thing Danger had ever seen. She was wearing a white and yellow lacey sundress, decorated with little chicks around the hem, and a large matching yellow bow tied around her waist. On her head was a white beach hat decorated with yellow flowers, her long flowing pink hair cascading out from underneath. She looked like she was on her way to a Sunday picnic.
“Yes ma’am, Ann is registered hunter 5482-C, under Pinkal section ID number 66793-4. I’m very happy to meet you ma’am.” Ann gave her a little curtsey. It was clear why the Security Bureau felt it would be a good idea to hire a partner for her. Danger couldn’t help herself, she doubled over laughing.
Ann looked confused.
“I’m sorry,” Danger said, still laughing. “It’s just that you don’t look very intimidating.”
“Thank you ma’am,” she said, with a big smile. She seemed to interpret it as a compliment. “Would you like to get started ma’am?” she asked politely. “Ann knows the location of the target’s destination.”
“Ah, sure Ann, but you can call me Danger, okay?”
“No ma’am, I’m sorry, that would be a violation of Ann’s behavior protocol.”
Danger knew better than to argue with an android about behavior protocols.

Despite the fact that Ann was an android, Danger took a liking to her immediately. She was just too cute and quirky for her not to like. On the shuttle flight, Ann decided to curl up next to Danger and rest her head in her lap. She had never known an android to be affectionate before, and Ann certainly was that. The way she was lying in her sundress wasn‘t very modest though. She was giving the people across from her a clear view of her white panties with yellow chicks that matched the ones on her dress.
An android that wears panties? She really was something unique. Before long Danger realized she was stroking Ann’s pink curls. Her hair felt amazingly silky soft and real. Even her skin felt real, although she could feel an input hidden under her hair behind an ear. There were a few other giveaways as well. Her unblinking sapphire blue eyes, while beautiful, looked artificial and seemed to scan and focus on her surroundings unnaturally. Also, Danger couldn’t see a single wrinkle, vein, or imperfection in her pale skin. Simply put, she was just too perfectly cute to be organic. There were a few other minor details, but regardless, Danger had never seen an android that held such a remarkable resemblance to a young woman.

After the shuttle docked, Ann led the way through the terminal and down to the street below. They were in an industrial part of Pioneer 2. Almost every function in this section of the space ship was automated, and there were no people to be seen. Occasionally they would pass a massive labor android transporting a load, or see a multi armed repair android tinkering with circuitry buried in one of the structures. But for the most part, they were alone, accompanied only by the sounds of unthinking machines, and the low rumble of the near-by Pioneer 2 fusion reactor. Abruptly Ann stopped, and directed Danger into a deserted building that housed various mechanical parts used in repairs. The door was locked, but Ann seemed to know the code to open it. She smiled at Danger triumphantly when the door retracted upwards. Danger followed her up two flights of stairs and down a hall until they came to a halt at a window.

“Target will be down there, ma’am.” She pointed at an area in the street below.
“Do you think he’ll be alone?” Danger asked, anticipating how fun it was going to be pouncing on someone from here.
Ann frowned dejectedly, “I’m sorry ma’am, Ann doesn’t know.”
“It’s okay if you don’t know Ann,” Danger smiled.
Ann looked relieved.

A man on a hover cycle landed in the lot below, just where she said he would. “Target sighted,” Ann whispered, her tone suddenly becoming cold.
Danger would simply jump down and subdue him, easy meseta. But before she could react, a massive sniper cannon materialized from Ann’s assembler. The weapon was easily as large as Ann’s entire body.
“Ann, wait!” Danger yelled, just as the cannon recoiled from the blast of photon energy that came thundering out of the barrel. The man’s head disintegrated into a red mist.
“Ann! We didn’t need to kill him!”
Ann looked confused. “But ma’am, mission directives stated target was to be taken dead or alive, and under Ann’s behavior protocol, dead or alive means dead.”
Danger looked at the corpse. His legs were still kicking around. She wondered what his crime was, and hoped he deserved to die out in the street like that. Ann stood with her head bowed down, her sniper canon vanished. She looked like a scolded puppy.
Danger sighed, “Let’s just go clean up that mess out there, okay?”
“Yes ma’am!” Ann responded as if given a command and made haste down the stairs and out into the street. She knelt next to the body, her yellow dress getting stained the pool of blood.
“Ma’am, mission directives state that in the event of a kill, we are to take proof of targets identity.” Taking his wrist in both her hands, Ann twisted and pulled using the strength of her artificial muscles. The joint made a sickening pop as she easily wrenched the hand out of socket.
“Ann, stop!”
Ann froze. Her mouth quivered like she was going to start to cry.
Danger knelt beside her.
“I’m sorry ma’am. Is Ann bad? Did I do a bad thing?”
“No Ann, you’re not bad.” Danger said patiently. “Its just we don’t need the whole hand. We just need a hair or something.” Getting a hair off his head was obviously out of the question. A piece of Ann’s blood soaked sundress would have been more than acceptable, but Danger had her pull a strand of hair out of his arm instead. Had it been anyone else, Danger probably would have been annoyed enough to slug them, but kneeling there in the blood with Ann made her feel sort of like a mentor. Danger smiled warmly and patted her on the head like a puppy. Ann’s face lit up. She pounced on Danger with a hug, knocking her flat on her back in the bloody mess.

As they waited for a guild transport to arrive, Ann explained how her creator and master had died recently and she was on her own for the first time. From what Danger could gather, her master didn’t treat her very well, although Ann probably didn’t realize that. She didn’t seem to grasp the concept of death either. She seemed concerned that her master would get mad and punish her. Danger tried to explain that he was gone forever, but Ann didn’t seem to fully understand. Trying to follow what she said about him was difficult, and most the time she made no sense at all. Her conversation was confused and incomplete, as if there were holes or alterations in her memory. The more she attempted to talk about him, the more upset she seemed to get. When Danger told her she didn’t have to talk about it, Ann looked very relieved.

After removing the disjointed memories of her creator from her mind, Ann merrily explained how she had recently started working as a waitress at a place called the Guiding Star. She told Danger how happy it would make her if she would visit. The thought made Danger a little nervous. She wondered what behavior protocols Ann had for customers who didn’t tip. She envisioned her tearing off the arms of cheapskates who stiffed her, or pulling her sniper cannon on people who tried to sneak out without paying their bills. Of course, Danger would later learn all those fears were unfounded. Even though she was socially awkward, Ann’s violent behavior was generally restricted to hunting.

Over time Danger became extremely protective of Ann. Any time she got wind of someone taking advantage of her, she would track them down and teach them a lesson in respect, and Danger’s lessons usually landed her students in the intensive care ward. Her reputation in the hunter’s guild as a live wire was already well established, so word got around quickly the little android girl was not to be messed with. It was fortunate Ann’s day job was working for a guy like Benny. He took good care of her. It was Danger who had abused her the most. A lot of things had changed between the two of them since she had hurt Ann almost a year ago, but she knew it could happen again. Danger’s biological clock was ticking, and she knew what next month would bring, assuming she survived tonight.

Clockwork Ann walked into the Guiding Star at the exact moment her shift started.
“Master!” she squeaked as she ran to Benny. Today she was wearing a red bunny suit, complete with fluffy white ears, white cotton tail, black fishnets, and an orange carrot necklace.
“Good grief Ann,” Benny muttered, as she wrapped her arms around him. “That outfit is ridiculous.”
“Ann’s clothes are bad?” Ann asked, treating Benny to her puppy dog eyes.
“No, Ann’s clothes aren’t bad, but I’m going to have you change if that’s okay.” Benny had clothes made special for situations like these.
Ann’s face lit up. Few things made her happier than someone asking, or commanding her to do something.
“Mistress,” Ann said gleefully in greeting when she spotted Danger slumped over a table. She was still supposed to be sulking over her bar tab, but couldn‘t stop herself from smiling at Ann.

After changing out of her bunny suit, and into a cute waitress uniform Benny had custom made for her, she sat next to Danger. The Guiding Star was still dead this time of day, and she wouldn‘t be missed. Ann knew why Danger was here so early. If she wasn’t here getting drunk, she was here because she wanted Ann. Ann wasn’t the naïve and childish little girl many of her behavior protocols made her appear to be. Danger knew Ann could act in ways very far from childlike. Sometimes she wondered if the cute little girl routine was all an act, and the real Ann was the other Ann she knew. The cool, calculating, cold blooded killer Ann. The Ann that was her lover.

Making sure Benny was distracted, she gave Ann a quick kiss on her lips. Ann found Danger‘s hand under the table, and gave it a gentle squeeze. She had a solemn look about her.
“I’m going into Pseudo Tech tonight,” Danger whispered. “They’re going to be expecting me.”

[Mwabwetumba]

Just... wow!

[Danger_Girl]

Chapter 3






Danger sat in a busy café, gazing through the window awaiting Ann’s return. Ann had arrived earlier that evening wearing a black dress that made her look like she had just come from a funeral, which Danger sincerely hoped it wasn’t an omen. After discussing a plan, Danger thought it would be best if Ann went ahead to scout the rear entrance of the labs. It was night on Pioneer 2. The simulated sun and clear blue sky had been replaced by a canvas of stars. Ann’s keen perception wouldn’t be hindered by the darkness, and she had a photographic recollection of detail. If security added any new surprises to the door Danger had used on her last visit, Ann would spot them.

Danger loved looking out at the stars, but they did little to soothe her tonight. It wasn’t the prospect of heightened security that bothered her, although an early detection would certainly mean failure. Her real adversary was the hunter who had almost killed her. The memory of being pinned against the wall made her shiver. The probability she would have to face him again both excited and freighted her.

Before Ann had left to scout, the plan they came up with was simple. Danger would go in first. She would destroy any security drones, as well as keep an eye out for patrols. Ann would follow close behind, watching their backs, and adding support as needed. She could also plug herself into security locks and hack them. If an alarm was raised, they would need each other to escape. Ann was a lot more experienced now than when they first met. Should things go bad, Danger’s faith in her would be unwavering.

“Mistress,” Ann said to get Danger’s attention.
She had been lost in her thoughts, and didn’t notice Ann sit down in the booth across from her. Danger realized she was going to have to do a better job of focusing.
“See anything?” she asked, already fearing the answer.
“Two guards outside the door, and a fixed security camera, Mistress.”
Danger nodded. She had hoped to avoid these kinds of complications so early. Killing security personnel wasn’t something she wanted to do, but sometimes a girl had to be bad. The camera would be a more serious problem. Destroying it would only serve to raise an alarm.
“Do you think you can loop the feed?” Danger asked.
Ann smiled enthusiastically, “Yes mistress, Ann is already connected via a remote interface.”
Hearing her say that inspired Danger Girl into wanting to kiss her. A remote interface was a device Ann used to remotely hack and control a building’s network. In a short time she would have access to nearly all the security systems.
“Mistress is happy with Ann?” she asked, eagerly anticipating commendation.
“Ann, just shut up and kiss me.”

Danger could still taste Ann’s kiss as she stalked along the edge of the building towards her prey. The inside of Ann’s mouth was warm, moist, and sweet, and she was very deft with her tongue. She truly was an engineering marvel. If Danger were to meet her creator, she would first bow to him in reverence for bringing Ann into this world, and then kill him for the cruelty he inflicted on her. Of course, since he was already dead she would never get the chance. Killing however, was still on the agenda.

The two security guards stood on either side of the door armed with photon rifles. I’ll have to be quick, she thought. Any struggling could allow an opportunity to raise the alarm. Silently she crept along the wall, moving like a shadow, positioning herself within striking distance of the unsuspecting guards. The final seconds until Ann would start her video loop ticked down, and then with a feeling of exhilaration, she pounced. Her photon saber materialized in her hand a fraction of a second before impact, decapitating the guard’s head, sending it flying into the darkness. With her backswing, she struck the other guard in the throat. A final blow silenced his gurgling. As quickly as it appeared, the photon saber was gone. Danger’s predatory instincts left her feeling energized, but she took no pleasure in the killings.
“Sorry you boys had to be on the menu tonight.” It was a sincere apology.

Seeing that the area was clear, Ann approached, careful not to step in the pools of blood. Danger felt proud seeing how much she had learned. Bloody footprints don’t lend themselves well to subterfuge. Ann regarded the macabre scene with cool indifference.
“Well, here we are. Now we just have to get this door open,” Danger frowned as she tried the locked handle. Suddenly, the electronic lock clicked, and the door swung open.
Ann looked at Danger and smiled innocently, “After you mistress.” She had already hacked the doors lock mechanism.

Danger led the way. They didn’t have far to go, and she knew the exact route. Nevertheless, they moved slowly. Any patrols would have to be either evaded or dealt with swiftly to prevent anyone from raising an alarm, and they had to be vigilant of probes and droids roaming the halls. She cautiously rounded a corner and motioned for Ann to follow. When Ann got near her, she touched Danger’s shoulder.
“Mistress,” she whispered. “There is a probe ahead, but Ann is controlling it.” Peering around the next corner, Danger spotted it hovering at the bottom of a stairway they would need to ascend.
“Can you see if it’s clear up there?” she asked.
“Yes mistress,” Ann answered, as the probe vanished up the stairs. “There are three men and one mark VI battle android, mistress,” she reported, using the probe as her eyes. “The men have guns, and the android has a big photon sword.”
“Do any of the men have long black hair?” Asking the question made Danger’s anxiety return.
“No mistress, no black hair.” Ann seemed to sense Danger’s unease. “Is black haired man scary? Should Ann be on the alert for a black haired man, mistress?”
“When I was in here last time, I fought a man with black hair,” Danger said hesitantly. “He…he almost killed me. If we see him, I want you to stay away from him. I’ll fight him, you just stay back. Promise me you wont let him get anywhere near you, and if something happens to me, run.”
Ann looked Danger in the eye, but didn’t answer.
“Please Ann.”
“I’m not going to run, so don’t ask me to, mistress!” Ann refused adamantly. “I’m not going to leave you no matter what.”
Danger sighed. She knew Ann only stopped referring to herself in the third person on two occasions. One of the occasions was when she was upset.
“Ann, I don’t know anyone who can fix you if you get hurt.”
“I can fix myself,” she said stubbornly, and then threw her arms around Danger. “And who will fix mistress if she dies?” Submissive as she was, she could be uncompromisingly stubborn sometimes.
“Alright, but you be careful.” Danger lectured as she squeezed Ann tight. “If something were to happen to you, I--”
“I’m not a child!” Ann whispered harshly.
The outburst surprised Danger. No one knew that better than she did. “I know Ann. I know you’re not. I’m sorry,” she said softly, still embracing her. “Its just that I, it’s just that I lo--”
Suddenly pushing Danger away, Ann turned her attention to the stairway.
“The android is coming, mistress.”

Together they darted around the corner. Danger coiled, ready to strike. A battle android was difficult to destroy in one blow. They had extremely heavy armor, and could still fight even after being decapitated. Before she had managed to bring down the one that attacked her in the apartment, it had managed to completely destroy two walls and her neighbors’ bathroom. Not to mention her precious bed. Her only chance at a quick kill was to strike the power core located in its chest. She closed her eyes, and listened carefully as its heavy metallic footsteps grew closer. I really hate androids, she thought just as the mechanical hulk turned the corner. Her photon blade radiated into existence as she drove it into its chest. Without a sound, the ten foot behemoth slumped, its red eyes going dark.

“Well, that was easy,” Danger boasted, turning to Ann with a self-assured smile, feeling quite proud of herself. She didn’t notice the battle droids eyes light back up as it switched to its backup power source.
“Mistress!” Ann cried out. But it had already grabbed Danger by the arm. Before she knew it, she was flying through the air, head over heals, crashing back first and upside-down into the wall. She slid down, landing on her head with a thud. She lay sprawling with her head and shoulders on the ground, her back still against the wall, and her feet somewhere above her. Roaring, the massive mechanical hulk charged with its sword held high. Danger closed her eyes and let out a distressed squeak. She imagined the blow hitting her right in the crotch, splitting her into two symmetrical halves. When she opened her eyes again, the Android was staggering, the back of its head blown apart by Ann’s photon cannon. With another roar, the beast turned on Ann.

Immediately, Danger rolled back onto her feet. She leapt through the air and onto its back, hacking away with her photon saber. Its head now completely destroyed, it started thrashing around, trying to shake Danger off.
“Mistress, the humans!” Ann screamed.
The other three guards had come running down to join the fight. Danger sprung over the shoulders of the android, using it for cover as the three of them opened fire with their photon rifles. Molten steel flew off the massive machines back as it absorbed the blasts. Danger’s twin rapid fire mech guns materialized in her hands. She blindly fired a volley from behind the crippled android in the direction of the new attackers. To her dismay, she realized the android was toppling over on top of her. A quick backward handspring kept her from getting crushed. Her cover now gone, Danger dropped to the floor and opened fire. At that moment Ann stepped up as a giant shot cannon materialized in her arms. She unleashed a thundering cone of destruction at the three men, the recoil sliding her backwards a full three paces. One of the men tumbled down screaming, his skin blackened and smoldering. Danger finished him with a burst from her mech guns. The other two scrambled for cover. Seeing the advantage, Danger charged forward, her mech guns still blazing. One of the men took a volley in the back as he tried to get away up the stairs. The other managed to get a shot off at Danger, which she deflected with her energy shield. A final series of blasts from her mech guns finished him.

Danger put her hand against the wall and tried to catch her breath.
“Is mistress alright?” Ann asked.
“Yeah I’m fine. I just hit my head.” She touched the welt on her head and winced.
“You really went flying mistress.” Ann took hold of Danger’s pigtails and pulled her head down so she could take a look.
“Yeah, I seriously thought that android was going to chop me in half,” she said, as Ann gently ran her fingers across her scalp.
“We should get moving, Ann. The terminal is just ahead. If there are any others around, they must have heard the commotion.” Danger started up the stairs, but then paused, “Thanks for the save. I owe you a kiss for that one.”
Ann smiled, “You owe Ann lots of kisses, mistress.”
If they got out of here alive, Danger would give Ann the chance to collect.

Once they had made it to the terminal, Danger immediately started downloading the data onto a disk. The process would take less than a minute. Ann was keeping an eye on the hallway through her hijacked security drone.
“The area is still clear mistress,” she reported.
Danger had a bad feeling. Security had been too lax. This place should have been swarming with security by now after the commotion they made fighting the android. Something wasn’t right. Nevertheless the data disk was almost complete. The window she had escaped from last time was near. They were as good as home free. She still had a full hour to get the disk safely to the hunter’s guild for her reward. Even split fifty-fifty with Ann it would still be a very handsome payday. All things considered they had made out well, and all she had to suffer for it was a bump on the head.
“Mistress!” Ann sounded alarmed. “Ann just lost her connection to the remote interface!”
“It doesn’t matter Ann, let’s get the hell out of here,” Danger said, grabbing the completed disk from the terminal.

Danger took one step out of the room and froze in her tracks.
“It’s nice to see you again my dear. I certainly hope your shoulder is feeling better.” It was him. He was alone. He didn’t look all that imposing other than his intense eyes. His face was ruggedly handsome. His long black hair hung freely down nearly to his waist. A long black coat covered his body armor. His tall, lean body didn’t look strong, but Danger knew it was.
“My shoulder is feeling fine, but I think I chipped my tooth on your hand,” she replied with a smirk, trying to hide her anxiety.
Ann remained in the room to the side of the doorway, waiting silently with her Varista photon pistol in hand.
“That’s a spiteful tongue you have in that pretty mouth of yours. But I imagine that tongue is good for other things besides spite,” he said with a debauched smile.
“Well it came in handy when I was spitting out your blood the other night. By the way, your hand tastes a lot like chicken.”
He threw his head back and laughed. “Funny, I had you pegged as a swallowing girl. I don’t recall you being so sassy last time we met.”
“I couldn’t think of anything good to say till I had your hand in my mouth, and I was told never to speak while I was chewing. And for your information, I’m a biting girl.”
“You certainly are a spirited one, I’ll give you that. In fact, I think I like you. Please, call me Spy,” he said with a mocking bow. “It’s important you understand Faye, this is strictly business, nothing personal.”
“Oh don‘t worry,” Danger sneered. “I didn’t take it personally when you had your claw stuck in my back, or while you sat there getting your jollies off watching me die you psychotic asshole.”
“I seem to recall you trying to steal something that belongs to me. I was showing you mercy in trying to ease your passing, so might I suggest you show me some gratitude.” He still had a smile on his face, but his tone had gone cold. “Also know that at any time I could have snapped that pretty little neck of yours, or ripped the lungs out of your chest and shoved them down your throat! You live but by my grace and mercy alone!”

Suddenly the data disk in Danger’s hand burst into flame, singeing her fingers.
“You bastard!” she yelled, her photon saber appearing in hand.
“Time to get down to business,” Spy said coldly as two Yamigarasu katana appeared, one in each hand. “There will be no mercy this time.”
Danger couldn’t believe her eyes. She didn’t think two Yamigarasu existed in the galaxy. To see two together was impossible. The legendary katana radiated negative energy. The space around them seemed darken, making the metal appear as if it were radiating shadow. The air around them seemed to stir in the blades presence. Danger realized she was backing away from him. She had backed into the very same room in which she had almost died three nights before. Ann was positioned several paces to the side of the door, waiting with her Varista. Danger kept backing away, baiting him. The instant he entered the room, Danger charged, trying to draw his full attention. Ann opened fire. With inhuman speed Spy deflected Ann’s photon blasts with an invisible energy shield mounted on his left forearm, and blocked Danger’s photon blade with one mounted on his right. A lightning fast kick sent Danger flying into the wall, knocking the wind out of her.

Ann never stood a chance against Spy and the Yamigarasu. The two strikes came in a blur. The first blade severed the arm that held the gun. The second blade completely cut her in half at the waist. The upper half of her body simply fell limp to the floor, her legs following soon after.

Danger heard herself screaming. Spy‘s dark eyes sparkled, his grin was pernicious.
“Aww, did I break your little toy? What’s the matter my dear? You seem to have lost that sassy attitude of yours.”
She felt her body shaking. Unbridled rage surged through her body. Wildly she charged him. He parried her photon blade and struck her in the face with his elbow. The blow sent her reeling, blood erupting in her mouth. He was toying with her.
“That was pathetic,” he said sardonically. “This is really turning into a disappointment. I thought we might have had something special together.”
Again Danger attacked, overcome with fury. Again he parried and countered, only this time with his blades. Danger struggled with the speed and ferocity of his attacks, her vision was partially blinded by tears. The Yamigarasu were black streaks. She did her best to fend them off, but she was no match. A searing pain ignited in her side. It had only been a glancing blow, but even a superficial wound from a Yamigarasu was serious and painful.
Spy snickered, “You should have just let me kill you last time. At the very least you could have spared your little friend.”
Danger tried to close the wound with her resta technique. The effort took a lot out of her, and she couldn‘t completely heal a wound inflicted by the Yamigarasu. Sweat was dripping from her body. The image of Ann being cut down flashed in her mind. The waves of grief seemed to sap the strength and determination out of her. She was too emotional. This time Spy attacked. Danger blocked the first flurry of attacks with her energy shield, but the Yamigarasu made short work of it. As her shield fizzled out, she attempted a desperate counter attack. Spy deflected the blow, knocking the photon blade out of her hand. A hard kick caught her under the chin, snapping her head back. The room around her went out of focus as she fell to the floor.
Spy snorted in disgust. “You’re not even worthy of my Yamigarasu.” He kicked her again hard in the stomach as she lay helpless. The blow left her writhing and gasping for air.
“Your presence here insults me. I will not show you the kindness of a quick death.” He kicked her again in the chest, and then in the head. Danger rolled over in agony, and caught sight of Ann’s broken body. She tried to apologize, but no words would come out. Spy’s vicious beating continued, but Danger was barely able to notice. There was only Ann, her beloved mate who meant more to her than anything else in the universe. She lay dead, sundered in two.

But then she saw Ann move.
Did I imagine it? No! It wasn’t my imagination!
She moved again. Ann was slowly dragging her torso, using her single attached arm, ever so gradually. Sliding bit by bit she clawed her way along using only her fingertips, leaving a trail of fluid behind her. Danger saw where she was headed. Her Varista still lay clutched in her severed arm. Again Ann clawed forward, her Varista just out of reach, then at her finger tips.
Danger was laughing hysterically.
Spy blinked at her in disbelief. “You are one psychotic bitch,” she heard him say, just before he delivered a shattering kick to her face. He didn’t see Ann pointing her Varista at the back of his head. And then, she pulled the trigger.

[Danger_Girl]

The right side of Spy’s face, including his ear disintegrated. He let out a shriek, turning in disbelief as Ann fired again. The second shot hit him high in the chest. The impact of the blast sent him reeling through the doorway. Clutching the wound in his chest, he staggered, then collapsed out of sight.

Ann pulled herself slowly towards Danger. Her eyes seemed unfocused. She was soaked in the fluid spilling from her body, which looked very much like blood. Danger tried to move, but couldn’t. She tried to speak, but couldn’t. Her ribs were broken, and one of her lungs had collapsed. Spy’s beating had been fierce, and she was pretty sure her face was a gruesome sight. A lot of blood was coming up, so she figured she was bleeding inside her stomach, as well as in her chest. But for as bad a shape as she was in, Ann was hurt worse. It was going to be up to Danger to get them out of here. She had to focus, and try and gather all her strength for a resta, the force technique that would heal some of her wounds.

With all the willpower she could muster, she forced her cells to regenerate. She felt some of the pain receding, but she was still badly injured. One of her eyes was swollen completely shut; the other was half open and oozing. The blood from her smashed nose was dripping rapidly off her chin, but she was able to sit up. She drew a painful breath though split and bleeding lips. The resta seemed to have restored her lungs and stopped the internal hemorrhaging, but judging by the pain, she was pretty sure her ribs were still broken.
Ann struggled to touch Danger’s hand. “Mistress,” she whispered, trying to reach out to her.
Danger took Ann into her arms and started to cry.
“No Mistress, please don’t cry. I can fix myself. I can…” her voice was small and weak.
“Ann please don‘t die, please don‘t die!” she pleaded.
Ann’s head flopped limply down, no longer having the strength to keep it raised. “I need to get to my room, mistress.” She was barely audible. “I have things at home. I can fix myself…I must shut down mistress, I will sleep…until I get home…” And with that, Ann was silent.

Danger looked around in a panic, tears streaming out her blackened eyes. There was a garbage can in the corner. Ignoring her pain, she stood up and took the trash bag out of the can and emptied the garbage onto the floor. She then put Ann’s arm and legs into the bag and picked up the upper half of her body. Carrying her in pieces like that tore at her heart. She staggered out into the hallway, where Spy’s corpse was nowhere to be seen. But that didn’t matter right now. She had to hurry, there was no telling how long Ann could survive like this, or if she was even still alive at all. Danger’s heart was gripped in anguish. She had to save Ann. This was all her fault.

The leap from the second story window was agonizing. She lay on her back, gasping for several seconds, before forcing herself back onto her feet. Her body ached, and she could barely see though her swollen eyes, but resting wasn‘t an option. Down the empty night street she staggered, as fast as her legs would allow. All the traffic was high overhead, so there would be no flagging down help. Every breath she took burned like fire.
“This is taking too long,” she whispered to herself in desperation. There was a light on in the café where they had planned out the job earlier in the night. A man was inside locking up. His shuttle was still in the lot. Danger kicked in the door, and pointed her Varista at his head.
“Mind giving a lady a lift?” Danger asked coldly. The Varista pressed firmly to his temple made it clear she wasn’t accepting no for an answer.
The man’s face turned white and his eyes bulged out. He cried out something incoherent, as he put his hands up in front of his face as if to shield himself from the blast of the weapon. Beat up as bad as she was, Danger realized she must have been a horrifying sight.
“Go to your shuttle now!” she commanded.
The man fell to his knees. “Please, don’t kill me!” he begged in a sheer state of panic.
Danger rapped him in the head with her Varista, not hard enough to injure him, but hard enough to get his attention. “Shuttle NOW!” she screamed.
This time the man obeyed.

She kept her Varista trained on him the duration of the flight. As they got closer to Ann’s apartment, she ordered him to land.
“I’m sorry,” she said as calmly as she could, after he set down in the street. “But if you try and follow me, I’ll open fire. Do you understand?”
The man nodded, terrified.
As soon as she was out of the shuttle, he took off, going wide open in the opposite direction. Danger staggered the final blocks to Ann’s apartment building.

Ann’s eyes fluttered open two very long minutes after entering her room. She awoke to Danger holding her, crying hysterically.
“Mistress, I told you not to cry.” Ann’s voice was an enervated whisper.
“Oh, Ann,” Danger wept, rocking her in her arms. “I thought for sure you were gone!”
“Mistress, your face is hurt.” Ann touched her face with the back of her hand.
“Please Ann, don’t worry about that now,” Danger begged. “Just tell me what I can do to help you.”

Ann’s room was very plain. There were no pictures, no decorations, no flowers. There was only a simple table with a single chair, a very small bed, and mounted in the wall next to the bed was a variety of electronic and engineering equipment.
“Please put Ann in the bed mistress,” she whispered in a nearly inaudible voice.
Danger carefully laid Ann’s severed torso in the bed. Ann struggled to point out various cables connected to the lab station, which Danger helped plug into inputs hidden under her flesh throughout her torso. When she was done inserting all of them, Ann looked something like a marionette. Then she pointed out a clear tube that looked like an intravenous. Danger helped her insert the tube through her flesh at the base of her metallic skull. Reddish-brown liquid, the same fluid that had been flowing from Ann’s wounds, began to flow through the tube into her body. Danger noticed much of it was flowing right through her torso and onto the bed, but she had faith Ann knew what she was doing.
“Ann will be fine mistress,” she smiled, strength already returning to her voice. “External power will keep Ann stabilized until repairs are finished.”
Danger let out a long, ragged sigh of relief.
“Now if you don’t mind mistress, could you bring Ann her arm?”

The reattachment of her arm took several painstaking hours. It was difficult for Ann using just one arm, and she had trouble seeing exactly what she was doing. Danger helped as best she could, but for the most part, Ann just had her fetch the tools she needed. Before long the bed was covered with dozens of strange tools Danger had never seen before. Once all the tiny hair-like connecters, artificial muscles, actuators, and synthetic nerves, were all reconnected, Ann had Danger dress her synthetic skin in a bandage, much like you would treat a regular wound. She assured Danger that in a short time her skin would be just like it was before. Ann pumped her arm and flexed her fingers to make sure everything was working right. After she was satisfied, she gave Danger a big smile and thumbs up.

“Mistress, can you bring Ann her legs now, please?”
Danger pulled her lower half out of the trash bag she had used to carry it. It was bizarre and painful seeing her in two halves like that. Judging by the look on Ann’s face, she felt the same way. Carefully, she moved her lower half into position, and Ann went to work. First she connected the vessels that carried the blood-like fluid that was still flowing freely onto the saturated bed. She had a much easier time working now her right arm back in place.

After that was done, she set her tools down and stared at Danger with a look of concern.
“Mistress, I want you to go home and rest. There is nothing more you can do to help me, and you‘re hurt.”
Danger felt compelled to stay by her side, but she knew Ann was right. One of her eyes was swollen shut, and the other was barely open and difficult to see out of. Her nose was smashed and impossible to breathe through, and her face was bruised and incredibly sore. Also her midsection was battered and still bore the wound inflicted by the Yamigarasu. She wasn’t sure how well the resta had healed her ribs, but she suspected they were still broken. Danger suddenly felt completely and utterly exhausted. The adrenaline rush that had been keeping her going had passed.
“Yes Ann, you’re right,” she said wearily.
“Mistress,” Ann said tentatively, as Danger slowly stood up. “I’m sorry we failed your mission.”
Danger just laughed, clutching her aching ribs as she did so. For some reason she didn’t really care.
“I’ll see you again soon Ann, I promise,” she said, as she walked gingerly to the door. The thought of cold baths, sleeping on the couch, and not being able to afford the rent seemed pretty insignificant to her at the moment.

The simulated sunrise was just beginning as Danger slowly made her way home. Early risers were already starting to go about their morning routines. She was aware of all the stares she was getting as she bordered the shuttle. The night had been a disaster, but despite the pain she was in, she felt strangely calm. The only thing that troubled her was Spy was still out there. If he had used a force technique to destroy the disk she held in her hand, then it was also likely he was able to heal himself. A human who could use techniques was rare, but his speed was beyond human.
Who the hell was that guy? Danger thought. And how did he know my name?

When she finally arrived at her apartment building, she thought how wonderful that beat up old couch was going to feel. Her body was covered in sweat and blood, and the fluid that had flowed from Ann’s body covered her from head to toe. But she was too exhausted and sore for a cold bath right now, and the cold water would tighten her muscles into knots. All she wanted to do was sleep.

When she reached her apartment, she saw a note tacked to the door. As she read it, she was overcome with dread. It was an eviction notice, effective immediately. She tried her key, but it no longer fit the lock. Danger slumped against the door, and began to laugh bitterly, tears flowing from her eyes.

[ajenteks]

This is getting really exciting! A fun read!

[isahn80]

I haven't had a chance to read too many of the fanfics here yet, but this is easily the best thus far. Your writing oozes professionalism and confidence, and the way Danger Girl is portrayed is both believable and highly enticing. Excellent work.

This has actually inspired me to post some of my own work; an excerpt from a Phantasy Star V fanfic I'm currently working on. It's nice and dark, so I believe you would enjoy it.

[Danger_Girl]

Thanks for the kind words. It really means a lot to know there are people taking the time to read this.

[Danger_Girl]

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Chapter 4




An early morning knock took Benny by surprise. He had been hurrying to make breakfast before going into the Guiding Star. He lived alone in a tidy, well furnished, but lonely apartment. Despite his easy going nature, and his knack for making small talk while he was tending bar, Benny was dreadfully shy when it came to making emotional connections with people.

Who would be knocking at this time of day? he wondered. With a shrug, he opened the door. Nothing could have prepared him for what he saw on the other side. Danger leaned heavily against the doorway, one arm clutching her side. She was covered from head to toe in blood. Huge bruises and welts covered her bare midriff, and her knees and elbows were skinned. Her face was disfigured and colored in shades of purple and black. One eye was swollen shut, and the other not much more than a red, running slit. Her lip had a painful looking split, and her nose was completely smashed. It looked like someone had taken a baseball bat to her face. But yet somehow she managed a mischievous, misshapen smile.
“You mind if we shack up for a few days lover boy?” she slurred slightly, her face too beaten and sore to properly form the words.
Benny gasped, “F-Faye, is that you? Oh my God! What happened?” He gently took her under the arm and led her into his apartment.
“I got evicted.”
“Your landlord did this to you?”
Danger laughed. Her laughter quickly turning into gasps of pain. “Would you believe me if I told you I fell?”
“Damn it Faye, this isn’t funny.” Benny looked like he was near tears.
“No your right, it hurts way to bad when I laugh to be funny.”
Benny shook his head in disbelief. His world had suddenly become surreal. “W-What can I do? S-should I call a--”
“I don’t suppose you have a place I can lay down?” Danger interrupted. “And I could really use some ice if you have any.”
Benny escorted her into his bedroom and gingerly helped her into bed. Then he examined her eyes and nose, which were probably the most grotesque of her injuries.
“I’m going to call the hospital,” he said flatly.
“No!” Danger yelled, a bit more harshly then she had intended. “Please, don’t Benny. I’m going to be alright, all I really need is some rest. Trust me, I’ve had a lot worse.” Danger hated doctors with a passion.
“But Faye, your face looks terrible…”
“Benny, listen to me, two days ago I had a photon claw sticking out of my chest. I’m pretty sure a black eye and bloody nose aren’t going to kill me.”
Benny looked absolutely mortified. She did not just have a black eye and bloody nose, but he knew there was no sense in arguing with her.
“W-Well at the very least let me try and wash some of this blood off you, and I‘ll get you that ice.”
Danger nodded.

Moments later Benny returned with an ice pack and a wet rag. He worriedly wiped the blood from around Danger’s mouth and neck. She held the ice pack to her swollen eyes and slowly stared to drift off to sleep. Despite all her aches and pains, the bed felt like heaven. She noticed Benny was gently sliding off her boots.
“Oh Benny, I didn’t know you were that that kind of boy,” she teased in a sleepy voice. She was barely conscious.
“Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” he asked.
“Yes Benny, I swear to you I’ll be fine,” she assured him, more asleep than awake.

Danger’s body relaxed and her breathing deepened. The ice pack slipped from her fingers. Just as Benny thought she had drifted off, she whispered to him in a sad, downhearted voice, “Benny, I’m sorry.”
“Why are you sorry, Faye?” he whispered back to her warmly.
“I’m sorry…I’ve always been such a manipulative bitch...” And then she was unconscious.

Benny paced around the room, unsure of what to do. It was insane not to call the hospital. He had never seen someone so severely beaten. But she had been so adamant about not calling a doctor. Against his better judgment he decided he would trust her, so instead he called his cook and told him he wouldn’t be opening the bar for a day or two. Then he called Ann, who surprisingly didn’t answer. He wouldn’t worry about that now though. He had to take care of Faye. Her breathing seemed steady, and she seemed to be resting peacefully. He decided as long as her breathing remained strong, he would watch over her for as long as he had to.

Danger awoke many hours later, vaguely aware of where she was. The unwelcome image of Ann being sundered in two danced in her mind. She worried about her, and wondered if everything had turned out alright. She thought about her landlord, and envisioned slugging him in the mouth. The asshole had changed her locks without even a warning. Then she recalled her beating. The memory made her cringe.
“Damn,” she muttered, as she touched her face. “I really got my ass handed to me.” The swelling was gone it seemed. Much of the soreness had diminished. The bridge of her nose felt straight as far as she could tell. Her nose had been broken several times in the past, and no matter how bad it was, it always healed back like it had been before. After that beating, she wondered what her face would have ended up looking like had she been human. She opened her eyes and surveyed the room. It didn’t look like a normal bachelors’ room. It was very tidy, and had portraits of their home world on the walls. He also had some framed photographs of people on his dresser. Danger wondered if they were family members. Looking down under the covers, she realized she was only wearing her bra and panties. Benny must have stripped off her blood soaked clothes while she was unconscious. The thought of it made her smile. She envisioned him carefully averting his eyes, sliding her clothes off in such a way that he wouldn’t accidentally come in contact with her bare skin. It also looked like he had washed her up as best he could, but she was still a mess. She needed a bath. First thing first though, she wanted to hear from Ann.

Danger was struggling to sit up in bed just as Benny entered the room.
“Oh you’re awake,” he said, rushing over to help her. “How are you feeling?”
“I feel good, just a little stiff. How does my face look?”
“It’s amazing really. Ann said you were a fast healer, but I had no idea.”
“Ann?” Danger asked, grabbing his arm. “You talked to her? How is she doing?”
“She’s fine,” he said, looking somewhat puzzled by her concern. “I just spoke with her a short time ago. She’s on her way here now. I was going to have her keep an eye on you so I could open the bar.”
Danger realized he must have been watching over her the entire time she slept. “How long have I been asleep,” she asked.
“Almost three days. I was worried sick.”
The news didn’t surprise her. Her body shut down like that when she was recovering from serious injuries.
“Ann went to your place yesterday and brought you some of your clothes. The landlord told her he wants everything out by tomorrow afternoon. B-but you’re welcome to stay here for a little while,” he continued sheepishly. “You know, while you find another place...”
Danger smiled. “Thanks Benny. I swear I’ll pay you back somehow.” She was glad it was Ann who went to her apartment. The room was such a mess; she would have felt embarrassed if it would have been Benny. Ann however, wouldn’t care what her place looked like. She wondered if her prick landlord might have said anything mean to her while she was getting her things.
“When I see that son of a bitch landlord, I’m going to break his arm,” Danger snarled.
Benny gave a nervous laugh. He wasn’t sure if she was serious or not. She, of course, was dead serious.

“Hey, Benny, I don’t suppose you could help me get to the bath?” Danger asked, forcing the thoughts of her landlord out of her mind for the time being. “I’m feeling a little gross, and I can’t imagine I smell very good.”
“Oh yes, of course I--” his face suddenly turned red as Danger threw off her covers. He apparently forgot she was only wearing her bra and panties. He went from blushing red, to glowing red when she threw her arm around his neck. Hesitantly he reached around her waist.
“Oh come on Benny, I’m not going to bite,” she teased. “Unless of course you want me to.” A wicked smirk spread across her face. She growled, pretending to bite his neck as they slowly made their way to the bathroom. Once they got there, Benny turned to leave her to her privacy.
“What? You’re not staying?” she asked in an innocent voice.
“Well, I…ah,” he stammered, scratching the top of his head nervously.
“Oh Benny, I was just kidding!” She threw a folded towel at him as he shut the door. Teasing him was just too much fun for her to resist.

Looking in the mirror, she saw that her face looked almost completely healed, although she had to pull disgusting clumps of crusty dried blood out of her nostrils. She still had a slight yellow discoloration around her eye, and her nose still felt a little sore, but she figured it would all be gone within a few hours. She spent some time checking her teeth to make sure none of them had been damaged. If a tooth was chipped or cracked, she would have to pull it to get a new one growing in its place. Standing in front of a mirror with a pliers wasn’t something she enjoyed doing, and it took weeks of uncomfortable teething to regain her smile. Luckily her teeth all seemed fine. Finally, she checked her profile as best she could to make sure her nose had healed back straight. When she was satisfied she was as beautiful as ever, she slid into the steaming hot bubble bath. She closed her eyes and groaned in delight. It had been a long time since she had been able to enjoy a hot bath.

Benny called out through the door, “Ann is here now. I’ve got to leave to go open up. I’ll be back after closing.” She knew he probably didn’t like the idea of leaving, but she doubted he’d been able to open the place during the three days she spent unconscious in his bed.
“Okay Benny,” Danger called back. “You’re welcome to come in here and give me a goodbye kiss if you want.”
“Ah…I’m, r-running late. I’ll see you soon!”

Shortly after Benny left, Ann entered the bathroom. As usual she was overdressed, wearing a cute pink and white dress full of lace, frills, ribbons, and bows. She even had a matching parasol in her hand. She did a little tap dance, ending with a twirl to demonstrate the use of her legs. Danger applauded.
“You look very good today mistress,” she said as she knelt next to the bath.
“Look who’s talking. Last time I saw you, you were still in two pieces.”
“Yes, it took 17 hours for Ann to reconnect her legs.” She started scrubbing Danger’s back. “Mistress’ apartment is very messy,” she chided.
Danger grinned embarrassedly, “Guilty as charged I’m afraid. I didn’t think you would notice.” So much for thinking Ann wouldn’t care what her place looked like.
“Mistress, you should have had Ann come clean for you.”
Danger laughed at the suggestion and splashed water on her. “My own little maid, I think I would like that. How about you start by giving me a massage,” she teased.
Ann took it as an order and happily started rubbing her neck and shoulders.
Danger closed her eyes. “Ann,” she said, suddenly grave. “I think he‘s alive.”
Ann paused briefly before continuing her massage.
“Mistress was right to be scared of him.” Ann’s voice didn’t give away any hint of emotion.

They sat together in silence for awhile. Ann was gently massaging an area in Danger’s back where Spy had repeatedly kicked her. It was still a little sore, but Ann’s fingers felt good.
“Ann, do you know what’s going to happen to me next month?” Danger asked, suddenly sounding depressed.
Ann hesitated before answering, “Yes mistress.”
Danger lowered her head. She couldn’t help but feel embarrassed and guilty about it, even though she knew it wasn’t her fault. She started to cry softly. Ann leaned forward and wrapped her arms around her, the sleeves of her dress getting soaked in the bathwater. Danger felts Ann’s lips on her neck, giving her gentle kisses.
“Its okay mistress, it’s okay to cry now,” she whispered in her ear.

Ann held Danger while she wept. She had been comforted by Ann countless times in the past, and it felt good to let her emotions take over for a little while. Before long, her guilt and regret was eclipsed by the feelings of affection for her beloved android companion. When her crying had stopped, Ann tenderly wiped the tears from her eyes.
“Do you know when it will happen, mistress?” she asked.
Danger shook her head, “It’s hard to say exactly, but I know its going to be soon. Probably in about two weeks.”
“Are you going to tell master?”
“I don’t know,” Danger sighed. “It’s going to be hard to explain something like this to Benny. You know how he is. How do I tell a guy like him that I’m going into heat? What’s important is that I leave here when it starts.”
Ann started softly kissing Danger’s neck and shoulders again. “Mistress, you will come to my house when it happens,” she whispered in a sensual voice. Then she began nibbling and kissing Danger’s ears. Ann knew Danger’s long pointy newhuman ears were very sensitive. It felt sexual, and Danger’s body started to respond.
“Yes, I will,” she said as her pulse quickened. “I’ll bar the door and strap myself down. You don’t have to be there Ann…if you don’t want to see me like that.”
“No mistress, I’ll be with you. I’ll keep you safe. I’ll take care of you when it’s over.”
Danger knew there were only two times when Ann didn’t refer to herself in the third person, one was when she was upset, and the other was when she was aroused. She felt Ann’s warm, moist tongue and lips playing behind her ear. Her hands caressed and fondled Danger’s naked body. Ann wasn’t the only one feeling aroused. Any sadness she had been feeling was gone and forgotten. Without warning, she grabbed Ann around the waist and pulled her into the tub with a splash.
Ann squealed with delight.
“Now,” Danger said with a roguish smile, as she slid her body between Ann‘s thighs, and undoing the zipper in the back of her soaked dress. “I seem to recall owing you a few kisses.”

[Abaru-FP]

Wow, <3 lesbians

I love everything about your story, it's easily the most professional and absorbing fan work I have ever read. Your characters are instantly loveable, and when Ann got chopped in half I actually got sort of upset, and no character in any story has been able to invoke emotion out of me in years. Please continue, this story made my day.

And LESBIANS! Gah! couldn't ask for more

[Danger_Girl]

Thanks very much. I mean it sincerely. Thats high praise. I think Ann and Danger make a cute couple.

[Danger_Girl]

Chapter 5




After an uneventful day of tending bar, Benny walked into his apartment and was immediately greeted by Ann.
“Master!” she cried out happily, as she ran to him from the kitchen.
“Hello Ann,” he smiled. “Why are you wearing my shirt?”
All she had on was her panties and one of his button-down dress shirts, the sleeves hanging down over her hands.
“That’s my fault,” Danger confessed. She was shamelessly sprawled out on the couch, surrounded by a dozen empty beer cans, also wearing one of Benny‘s shirts. “I’m afraid I made Ann wet.” She looked at Ann and winked. If she didn’t know better, she could have sworn she saw Ann blushing.
“Mistress pulled Ann into the tub, master,” Ann said innocently.
Benny shook his head. “Oh brother,” he sighed. “I suppose the floor in there is soaked.”
“Probably,” Danger shrugged.
“Ann will go clean it up master!” She was excited by the prospect of being told to do something.
“Hey, Ann!” Danger yelled. “You were making my dinner!”
“Yes mistress.”
“It’s okay Ann, I’ll go clean it up,” Benny sighed again.
“Don’t you dare!” Danger was a little drunk, which meant she was misbehaving. “First you’re going to sit here with me,” she commanded, pointing at the vacant spot on the couch next to her.
Benny swallowed hard, knowing he was in trouble.
“Are you going to be nice?” he asked sheepishly.
“Probably,” Danger shrugged.
Benny dutifully marched to the couch and sat down as far from Danger as possible. In an instant, she was draped all over him.
“So how was work today handsome,” she teased, rubbing her cheek against his.
“It was fine.” He laughed nervously, breaking into a sweat. “Why are you wearing my clothes too, Faye?”
Danger laughed. “Well you see, apparently the only clothes Ann managed to bring from my apartment was my lingerie. Of course, I can slip into that if you would prefer...”
“Oh no, that’s okay.” Benny glanced down into Danger’s lap, and noticed the way she had her arms wrapped around his neck had left her shirt hiked up to her waist. He immediately turned his eyes to the ceiling, the image of her luscious bare thighs and slender hips still etched in his mind.

Danger briefly turned her attention away from Benny when Ann walked up carrying two salads.
“Master, mistress, dinner is almost ready,” she smiled, as she set the salads down on the coffee table in front of them.
Danger ignored the salad, grabbed Ann by the wrist and pulled her onto the couch. In an instant, she was draped all over the both of them.
“But mistress, the food is going to burn--”
“Shut up Ann,” she said playfully. She gave them each a kiss on the cheek, and held them captive for awhile.

Once Ann had managed to free herself from Danger’s intoxicated affection, she served both of them dinner. It was good, although Danger complained loudly that it was burnt. After eating, Danger stretched out lazily on the couch, resting her head in Ann‘s lap, and her bare legs in Benny‘s, who was still desperately trying to keep his eyes on the ceiling. All the beer she drank was staring to work against her and she was getting sleepy.
“Would you like to move to the bed Faye?” Benny asked when he noticed her eyes getting heavy.
She had been waiting for him to ask that question. “Oh no Benny, I couldn’t,” she lied, knowing full well that Benny would insist.
“Please, I insist.”
“Well I guess if you really don’t mind...” Poor Benny was such a gentleman.
“Mistress, Master, Ann will go home now if you no longer need me for anything.” Ann started for the door, still only wearing her panties and Benny’s shirt. Danger thought she sounded a little sad, and she didn’t like the thought of her sitting alone in her little room like a mannequin, but mostly she just wanted to be with her.
“No Ann, please stay!” she begged, tugging on Ann’s shirt sleeve. “I’m sure Benny wont mind.”
Benny nodded, “I don’t mind if you stay Ann, although, I’m not sure where you’re going to sleep.” He seemed quite genuinely happy having them both as guests. Ann’s face lit up. Bouncing with excitement, she gave them both energetic hugs.
“She can sleep in the bed with me,” Danger suggested innocently.
“Sure, I guess that will work. Let me get you another pillow Ann.”
Of course, Ann would have been just fine sitting in the living room while they slept. She didn’t actually need to sleep. Her ’sleep’ was simply a hibernation to keep her from getting lonely while her human companions slept.

Benny knew Danger and Ann were close friends, and that they sometimes worked together, but he had no idea just how deep their affection for each other was. He seemed to think of Ann as an innocent child, and the way she often acted around him certainly played up the notion. Danger wondered how he would react if he knew the truth about the two of them. She wondered how he would feel about the two of them sleeping together in his bed.

“Alright Ann, here you go,” Benny said, as he handed her a pillow from the bedroom closet.
“Thank you master,” Ann smiled, taking the pillow in her arms and giving it a squeeze.
“Now you behave yourself Faye,” he joked as he left the room, shutting the door behind him.
“Goodnight,” she called to him softly, her conscience suddenly weighing heavily on her. The two of them crawled into bed together in silence. Ann sensed something was troubling her. She touched her cheek and studied her face.
“Is something making you sad mistress,” she asked, looking concerned. Danger ran her fingers though Ann’s soft pink hair and smiled warmly.
“No Ann.” She kissed her forehead. “I’ve never been so happy.”

For a long time, the two of them cuddled together in silence. Danger felt serenely happy being so close to Ann, but she couldn’t help feeling guilty about Benny.
“Ann, do you ever think about telling Benny?” Danger asked slowly. “You know, about us?”
“No mistress,” Ann answered after a slight hesitation. “Master does not think of Ann as a woman like mistress does. If master found out about us he would be upset.”
“But you are a woman Ann.” Anyone who tried to convince Danger otherwise would probably get punched in the face.
“Yes mistress, but master thinks of Ann more like a little sister.”
“I suppose you’re right,” Danger sighed. “Sometimes I wonder if Benny thinks of me as a woman.”
Ann giggled. “Master is just shy silly mistress.” Her face suddenly lit up with a sly smile. “Does mistress want to have sex with master?”
“Ann!” Danger gasped. “That’s ridiculous,” she said in a feigned huff. “Besides I think the only way Benny would have sex with me is if I tied him down first so he couldn’t run away.”
They both chuckled at the notion.
“Still,” Danger said dejectedly. “I wish there was something I could do to make him happy. I feel like he’s done so much for me but all I do is use him.”
“But mistress, you do make master happy. When master came home today and saw you, that made him happy, and when mistress kissed his cheek and smiled at him, that did too. All those things make master happy. Just being you makes master happy.”
“Yeah?” Danger asked tentatively. “Do you really think I make him that happy? Its just that sometimes…I feel more like a pest.”
“Ann knows you make master happy mistress. Ann can see it in master’s eyes, even when he doesn’t act like it.”
Suddenly feeling elated, she pounced on Ann and gave her a sloppy, syrupy kiss that left her reeling.
“I’m going to go get him,” she said with a wicked grin, as she sprang out of the bed. Ann clapped her hands in approval.

Danger slowly stalked down the hall and over to the couch where an unsuspecting Benny was sleeping peacefully.
“You’re coming with me!” she screamed as she picked him up, blankets and all, and threw him over her shoulder.
She heard him make a shrieking sound that could only be described as sheer and utter terror.
“Faye!” Benny yelled, when he realized who was manhandling him. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Shut up! I’m making you happy!” Danger tossed him into the bed, and then jumped on top of him.
“Master,” Ann yelled playfully as she flopped on him too.
“Oh-no, not you too Ann,” Benny sighed. “Good grief Faye, you almost gave me a heart attack!”
Danger laughed as she lay across him. “You’re sleeping with us tonight.” It wasn’t a request.
“Jeez, you two girls are going to kill me.”
The rest of the night, the three of them slept jammed into Benny’s bed with Ann in the middle. Benny had insisted upon that arrangement.

That morning Ann was the first awake, although she never technically fell asleep in the first place. She hurried off to make breakfast for her master and mistress. Danger awoke soon after. She had slept soundly, once she finally managed to calm herself down. She looked over at Benny and saw he was still asleep. Despite the temptation to wake him with a big slobbering kiss, she let him be. Instead, she decided to go look at the photos on Benny’s dresser. There was one in particular that caught her eye. It was a picture of a beautiful young woman with long golden hair, just a few years older than Benny.

Danger heard Benny getting out of bed. “About time you woke up sleepy head.”
“Good morning Faye,” he said sleepily as he stretched. He walked over to Danger and gazed at the picture in her hand.
“And who is this might I ask, Hmm?” Danger teased, trying to sound jealous.
“That’s my sister,” he said with a warm smile.
“Oh, you have a sister, I didn’t know that! Why haven’t you ever introduced us?”
“She stayed behind.” His voice was warm, as was his smile, but there was a deep sadness in his eyes.
“I-I’m sorry,” she said softly, gently setting the picture back down on his dresser.
“Its okay Faye, we said our goodbyes a long time ago.”
Danger couldn’t help herself; she threw her arms around him and started to cry. Many people decided to stay behind at the time of the evacuation and die with the setting sun rather than become refugees.
“Hey, it’s okay really,” Benny soothed her. “My family decided to stay behind. They were bound to that world, and chose to die there. My dad insisted I join the evacuation. He said he wanted someone to carry on the family name in the new world, so here I am.”
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know,” she said looking into his eyes, tears flowing down her cheeks. Then she buried her face in his chest and wept.
“Faye, please,” Benny said affectionately, putting his arms around her trembling body. “You don’t have to apologize. I have fond memories, and it was over two years ago. Like I said, we said our goodbyes long ago.”

“Why is mistress sad?” Ann asked, looking upset. She had just walked into the room to serve breakfast in bed, and was holding two trays full of food.
“Its okay Ann, I just told Faye a sad story is all.”
“Master, you made mistress cry?”
“No, no! It wasn’t me! Well, not on purpose. She just asked about the pictures.” Benny took the time to explain to Ann what had happened to his family. She studied each picture in silence, her face not revealing any hint of emotion. Danger sometimes wondered if she could shut her emotions off when she was feeling sad or scared.
“Well Faye, Ann went through the trouble of making breakfast, how about we eat.” Benny suggested. He sounded like his normal, cheerful self, but his eyes betrayed him.
Danger nodded glumly, and the two of them crawled back into bed together. Ann served both of them in turn while Danger continued to weep softly. Neither of them seemed very interested in eating. Benny sat in silence with a far away look in his eyes, and Danger just stared tearfully at her food. Ann gingerly wiped her mistress’ tears away with the sleeve of the shirt she was wearing. Danger managed a little halfhearted smile for Ann’s benefit, and forced herself to eat. Before she knew it, she was wolfing it down. Ann was a fantastic cook despite the fact that she had never tasted food before.

“I’m going to have to go to my apartment and get my stuff today,” Danger said, still sounding disheartened, as Ann went about gathering the trays.
Benny had remained quiet through breakfast, still lost in his memories.
“I’ll come with you,” he volunteered, breaking his silence.
“Oh no, that’s alright,” Danger said quickly, but she knew there would be no way out of it.
“I don’t have to open up until this afternoon,” Benny smiled. “So don’t worry about it. I’ll be glad to help.”
“Well…okay,” she said sheepishly. “But I’ve got to warn you, it’s a little messy.” She felt dejected. Benny was going to think she was a real loser when he saw her apartment.
“A little messy mistress?” Ann snickered, as she scampered out of the room with the empty dishes. Danger threw her pillow at her.

Ann volunteered to stay at the apartment and clean. Danger had already effectively trashed the place. A case of empty beer cans littered the living room, the bathroom had wet towels all over the floor, the bedding she had slept in when she had first arrived was stained with her blood, and she had emptied every one of Benny’s drawers looking for a decent pair of pants to wear. But Danger suspected the real reason Ann wanted to stay behind and clean, was so Benny and her could be alone. She wondered why the idea of the two of them becoming romantic together made Ann so giddy. In contrast, if anyone tried to come on to Ann, Danger would get wildly jealous and protective. It wasn’t all that long ago she tracked down someone whom she had heard grabbed Ann’s rear-end at the Guiding Star. By the time she was done explaining to him that Ann was not a toy, his arm had been broken in three places.

Regardless of Ann’s motives, she found herself alone with Benny walking down the crowded streets to the shuttle station.
“I don’t even know what section of Pioneer you lived in Faye,” Benny said as they neared the station.
“Oran,” she admitted with a frown. Oran was the lowest of the low class districts.
“Ahh, I see.”
“Getting evicted from one of the Oran slums, pretty pathetic, huh?” Danger was starting to get depressed again.
“Oh come-on Faye, you shouldn’t be so hard on yourself.” Benny smiled.
“I know I shouldn‘t,” Danger sighed, looking downcast. “It’s just that I hate having to be a burden on you. I always say I’ll pay you back, but the truth is I can’t even afford to stop needing you.”
“You’re not a burden. And besides, having you around makes things, well, more interesting...”
“And just what is that supposed to mean?” she asked with indignation.
Benny answered with an anxious laugh.
Danger sighed again, “I can’t even afford to pay you my bar tab.”
“Don‘t worry about it Faye, I know things don‘t always go your way. I mean, things aren’t always easy for newhumans.”
Danger didn‘t answer him. Newhumans were often discriminated against. It was no secret they were paid less than humans for doing the same work. In reality, they were even lower on the social scale than androids. There were many things Danger hated about herself, but in truth, the fact she was discriminated against was pretty far down the list.

Once they boarded the shuttle for Oran, the two of them found seats together near the back of the busy shuttle. Danger gazed out the window as the shuttle departed. Unexpectedly, she felt Benny take hold of her hand. She was shocked. He actually took my hand! For Benny that was a bold move. She looked at him and saw he was trying to act nonchalant, although she could see how red he was blushing, and she even felt him trembling slightly. It must not have been easy for Benny to build up the courage. Danger smiled at him warmly, her eyes sparkling. She was very tempted to kiss him, but instead she just squeezed his hand. They sat together holding hands for the duration of the ride, but before she knew it, the flight had landed and Benny’s hand slipped away.

[isahn80]

Amazing. I can't get enough of the dynamic and highly fascinating Danger Girl. She makes me wish I knew someone like her in real life!

I especially enjoy the heartfelt and sincere emotional interactions between her, Ann, and Benny. Even though I'm not a fan of lesbians (one of maybe 3 straight males that isn't), I couldn't help but get swept up in the passion Danger Girl feels for her artificial lover.

I only wish I could portray emotional expression the way you can. Can't wait for the next installment!

[Danger_Girl]

*Content Advisory*





Chapter 6





“I just want you to get your garbage out of my room and get the hell out!” Danger’s landlord was a fat, mean, bald, ugly troll of a man. What little hair he had was grey and greasy. His bulbous sallow belly hung draped over his belt, and his lips looked like two bloated purple grubs. Danger despised him.
“Anything left in there after today is going in the dump! Not that you haven‘t turned my room into a dump already,” he growled as he waddled up the creaky stairway to the second floor apartment. Had Benny not been there, Danger would have already broken his nose. She decided to try and control herself, for now she would anyway, for Benny’s sake.

The landlord unlocked the door and threw it open. “The faster you clear this crap out of here, the better. Then I never want to see you again! You hear me?” The last he yelled directly in Danger’s face. He turned and waddled back down the stairs.
“That asshole just made my list,” Danger snarled, wiping his spittle from her face. Benny was too busy gawking at Danger’s apartment to answer. The entire place was not much bigger than his bedroom. In one corner of the room was a pile of bloody bandages. In another, was a pile of blood stained clothes. Every surface in the house was littered in empty bottles of booze and beer cans. There was no bed, only an old beat up couch with the springs practically popping through the tattered cushions, and every dish in the house was either broken or dirty. The room’s squalor was illuminated only by a single cracked window half draped in a heavy dark blanket hanging on a rusted nail.

“Well now you know,” Danger said when she saw the look on Benny’s face. “Now you know what a pathetic loser I am.” Danger flopped down on her couch and buried her face in her hands. Benny bent over and picked up the top Danger had been wearing during her first encounter with Spy. When she had peeled it off that night, the shirt had been saturated in blood. Now the blood had mostly congealed. Her bra, panties, shorts, everything from that night was there, all covered in dry blood.
“Is this what you were wearing that night?” Benny asked flatly. “You told me in the bar you almost died. Is this what you were wearing?”
Danger didn’t answer.
With a sigh, Benny sat next to her on the couch. For awhile they sat there together in silence, both of them staring at the floor.

Finally, Benny tentatively put his hand on her shoulder. “Let’s just go home,” he said softly.
“It’s your home Benny, not mine,” she answered.
“It can be our home,” he said, then looked at the ground bashfully and added, “I-I m-mean, you know, like roommates.”
Danger Girl stared at the floor, kicking around an empty bottle of vodka at her feet. It wasn’t as if she had a choice. She wouldn’t mind sharing a home with Benny; she was just terrified of what he would think of her after he truly got to know her.
“I’m not very good at changing,” she said dejectedly, still staring at the empty bottle.
Benny touched her cheek and smiled, “I know.”
Danger didn’t say anything. She felt embarrassed and inferior. She didn’t like people knowing how out of control she was much of the time, especially her friends. It should have been painfully obvious to him by now that she was a basket case.

Benny gestured at the pile of blood stained bandages in the corner. “Do you ever think about giving this up?” he asked.
Danger gave a half hearted laugh. “That’s the only thing I’m good at.”
“I was just thinking, that maybe…” Benny hesitated and cleared his throat. “Maybe you could work for me, you know, at the Guiding Star.”
Danger gawked at him, her mouth hanging open. “Are you completely insane? Look around you Benny; I’m not exactly what you would call a studious person. I can’t cook, I can’t clean, I drink too much, I have a bad temper, and--”
Benny threw his arms around her. It wasn’t a hug, it was an embrace. She sat in stunned silence, completely at a loss for words.
Benny squeezed her tight. “Faye, maybe you are all those things. But you’re also vibrant, and fun, and energetic, and beautiful.”
Danger could feel his heart pounding next to hers. He took her face in both his hands, and she was gazing into his eyes, his face close to hers, their lips almost touching.
“There is something I’ve been meaning to tell you for a very long time Faye.” His voice quivered, and his hands trembled. “I know I haven’t always made it clear to you, and in truth the only pathetic one here is me for taking so long to say this. But Faye, I just have to tell you that, that I lo--”
“Hunter Danger Girl!” thundered a metallic voice that split the air.
“No fricken way,” Danger muttered as she and Benny gaped at the massive mechanical figure standing outside the apartment door.
“Michio Vulari sends his regards!” the assassin android boomed, a massive photon cannon appearing in its arms.
“Benny, get down!” Danger screamed tackling him to the floor just as the android fired. The blast tore though the couch, reducing it to smoldering bits of fabric and blackened springs. The cushion stuffing fell around the room like yellow and black smoldering snow. Danger lay on top of Benny, his eyes wide with fear.
“Benny, look at me!” she yelled sternly, gripping his face in both her hands. “No matter what, you stay down! And if you get a chance, run!”

Without waiting for a response, Danger rolled forward and sprung to her feet, her photon saber appearing in hand. She was determined to keep the killer machine away from Benny. The assassin android quickly replaced its photon cannon with a weapon that was a macabre mix between a massive seven foot sword, and a chain saw. It crashed through the doorway to meet her charge. Danger knew it would be impossible for her to cross swords with the monster; instead she tumbled aside as the massive chain sword went screaming through the air, impacting the wall. Plaster and brick flew as the chain sword chewed through to adjacent apartment. She rolled to her feet, her photon saber replaced by a Varista.
“You picked a really bad time,” she growled, quickly squeezing off shots while the lumbering behemoth recovered from its swing. The first shot struck its head doing minimal damage, and the rest were blocked by its energy shield. With a roar, the android attacked again, this time raising the chain sword over its head. The sword cut deep into the ceiling, raining down plaster as it arced towards Danger. She knew a single impact from the chainsaw-like sword would maul through her flesh, ripping and spewing until her body was cleaved into bloody stumps. Again she tumbled to the side, narrowly evading the blow, all the while firing photon blasts from her Varista pistol. The android reared up and charged, coming perilously close to Benny, who was cringing in terror on the floor.
It can’t continue like this! Benny would be killed if she continued trying to dance around. Gritting her teeth, her photon saber reappearing in hand, she met the metal goliaths charge head on, fully living up to her reputation as being reckless. At the final moment before impact, she vaulted high into the air, coiling into a spiraling ball, barely clearing the vicious horizontal swipe from the chain sword. Using all of her momentum plunged her photon blade downward, deep into the mechanical beast’s shoulder. The strike destroyed the arms actuators rendering it limp, and nearly severed. The massive chain sword dropped to the ground, still growling like an angry beast. In retaliation, the android swung its left arm in a vicious arc. Danger sprang backwards into a handspring to avoid being bludgeoned, her left hand landing on a shard of glass from a broken bottle. The glass broke off deep inside her wrist. She was only vaguely aware of the profuse bleeding. The android made a desperate charge in an attempt to crush her into the wall. Sidestepping the massive and powerful, but slow android was easy for Danger. It slammed into the wall, smashing the plaster and buckling the brick. Launching herself forward, she buried the photon saber into its back, destroying the power core. The android slumped to the floor in a lifeless heap.

Danger gingerly walked to where Benny was cowering in shock. “Are you okay,” she asked as she took off her shirt. He didn’t answer. His wide eyes were still fixed on the machine.
“Its okay Benny I think its dead. But it’s not a bad idea to keep an eye on those things. I’ve had them come back to life on me before.” Using her uninjured hand and teeth, she tore the sleeve off the shirt.
“F-Faye, are you okay,” Benny said in a jittering voice. He’s eyes were still locked on the Android. He was obviously extremely shaken.
“Well it’s just a cut on my wrist, but I‘m bleeding something fierce,” she said casually, as she sat down next to him, carefully avoiding all the broken glass on the floor. In the short time since she had been cut, she was already getting light headed from the blood loss. Benny became aware of her bleeding for the first time. The glass had torn a wicked gash on her palm, but worse it had broken off deep in her wrist. Blood was spurting out in pulses. The artery had been cut. She left a trail of blood from where she had finished off the android, and it was already beginning to pool around her. Benny turned ashen white, too horrified to speak.
“Benny, before you freak out on me, do you mind tying this around my arm?” She thrust the sleeve she had torn off the shirt at him. He took it from her and fumbled with it before managing to wrap it around her forearm. His hands were shaking wildly, and he was near panic.
“Okay,” Danger said calmly. “Now I just need you to run into my bathroom and grab the little box in the top drawer. I can’t heal this sucker till I pull the glass out.”
Benny ran off to the bathroom while she cinched up the knot as tight as she could using her teeth and free hand. The bleeding slowed.
“Watch out for all the damn broken glass all over,” she called out as Benny ran back with her first aid kit. “I figured my drinking would bring me to harm one day, but I didn’t think it would be like this.”
“A-Are you going to be okay?” he stammered, absolutely mortified. Danger was sure he had never seen blood spraying out of a person in pulses before.
“This?” Danger laughed. “This is a flesh wound. Now can you hand me the knife in there?”
Benny looked surprised, “Y-You want the knife?”
“Yeah, I’m going to have to do a little fishing around in there to get that glass out.” Danger took the knife and started to carve away inside the gash. Benny retched, immediately turning his head away. He looked like he was about to vomit. Danger gritted her teeth as she cut deeper, trying to remove the glass. Despite the tie on her arm, the bleeding was still bad, and she was getting weak. After a good deal of painfully mutilating herself with the knife, she managed to get her fingers around the troublesome glass shard and pull it out. Then, using her force technique, made the gushing wound all but vanish. She let out a long sigh of relief.
“Benny,” she said faintly. “It’s okay to turn around now.”
As he turned around, she leaned heavily against him, and showed him her wrist. Her arm still glistened with blood, but the wound was gone.
“That’s amazing,” he said in disbelief. “I’ve heard of newhumans being able to do things like that, but I’ve never actually seen it.”
Danger smiled. “Most of my kind are a lot better at it than I am,” she said modestly, touching Benny’s anxious face. She embarrassingly realized she had left a bloody handprint smeared across his cheek.

Benny helped Danger to the bathroom so they wouldn’t have to sit in the broken glass. Her shirt had been used to contain her bleeding, so Benny offered his shirt to her. They both sat on the floor, Danger resting her head against his bare chest. Between the battle, blood loss, and the use of the technique, she was feeling weak. But being held by Benny as she lay on the floor, listening to his heart beat, made her feel happy, and he didn’t seem to mind she was smearing her blood all over him.

“What in the world was that thing?” Benny asked slowly, still trying to come to grips with what he just saw. “And why was it trying to kill you?”
“That was a mark V assassin android with really bad timing,” Danger growled. She was sure Benny had been about to kiss her. She would’ve been throwing a violent tantrum on what was left of the android if she hadn’t felt so drained. “The person who hired it to kill me was Michio Vulari.”
“The mafia crime boss?” he asked in disbelief. “Isn’t he in prison? And why is someone like him trying to kill you?”
“He’s had it in for me ever since I killed his son.”
Benny was stunned. “I had no idea, I mean, I knew you were a hunter, but I always thought you did things like freelance security and small time bounties, like purse snatchers and stuff.”
Danger laughed. “They don’t call me Danger Girl for nothing. I have a knack for getting in over my head.”
Benny was just about to ask something else, when several Security Bureau Officers armed with photon rifles entered the room. Danger had been expecting them.
“Nobody move!” one of them yelled, while another went over to inspect the android. The rest cautiously approached them with guns pointed. Benny looked petrified. Danger reached up and put her hand on his cheek.
“I’ll see you in a little while.” She smiled sweetly, as the security forces pulled him away.

One of the three remaining men glared menacingly at Danger. “She’s wearing an assembler,” he warned.
The youngest looking of the men put his rifle to her head. “You be a good girl and slide that thing off nice and slow.”
Danger unfastened it from her forearm and let it fall to the floor. One of the other men quickly kicked it away.
“I think we better frisk her,” the youngest said with a leered grin.
“Knock it off Rickton,” said the one who had been inspecting the android. He shook his head in disgust.
“Hey man, she had an assembler. She might be packing something else under there.”
“Whatever, just hurry up,” the other shrugged, and then walked over to the door to keep a lookout.
“Up against the wall,” he commanded with a lecherous look in his eye.
Knowing what was coming next, Danger let out a long sigh. “Fine let’s get this over with,” she said coolly. It took some struggling to get on her feet, and when she did, the room spun. The man named Rickton shoved her face into the wall, and roughly started groping her breasts. Getting groped didn’t really bother her that much. At least that’s what she told herself as his hands callously slid under her bra. These things happened to her from time to time, and she took comfort in the fact that she never forgot a face. Danger could hold a grudge for a long time, and sooner or later this Rickton bastard would learn a real hard lesson. For now, she was just glad Benny wasn’t here to see it.
“Find what you were looking for Rickton?” Her smile was as cold as ice.

Her landlord had called security when the android started going on its rampage. When he saw her being escorted out the door, he started screaming that he wanted to press charges. She ignored him. She was already resolved to turn him into a missing persons report. Once they arrived at the security station, it didn’t take long before Benny was cleared and released. Danger however, wasn’t as fortunate. After a tedious interview about the incident, she was left to sit in the interrogation room bound hand and foot to a chair. After what seemed like hours had passed, the Security Bureau Director entered the room.

“Hello Miss Danger, you’re looking lovely as always.” He was a tall, broad shouldered man with graying hair and a vicious scar on the right side of his face. He had the imposing look of an experienced veteran.
“Nice to see you too Lloyd,” she replied sarcastically. Danger hated him. He had pulled strings for her in the past, but not out of kindness. He was a snake.
“So it looks like Vulari was at it again, eh?” he said with a condescending smile.
“Yeah I guess he still hasn’t gotten over that little incident where I cut off his son’s head and stuck it in a toilet bowel.” She had actually done a lot more to his corpse than that, but she didn’t think now was a good time to go into details.
Anger briefly flashed in his eyes. “You always did have a talent for sticking your nose in the wrong places, and taking things too far,” he said with a hint of malice. Danger knew he was dirty and had remote ties to Vulari. He also hated newhumans.
“One of your men got a little too friendly with me while he was patting me down Lloyd,” Danger sneered.
“Would you like to file a complaint,” he said mockingly. He was being caustic.
She smiled coldly, “I’ll take care of it myself, thanks.”
Lloyd glared at her. “You should watch what you say in here. Statements like that can come back to haunt you.”
“I’ll try to remember that,” she said, he voice laced with sarcasm.
Lloyd strode up to her and slapped her hard on the side of her face with his clipboard. It made a loud snap, leaving her face stinging. It was Danger’s turn to glare.
“Do you want to file a complaint,” he asked again, daring her.
“Untie my hands and I‘ll show you how I file a complaint,” she said with a glaring smile. She stuck her chin out at him defiantly, expecting another blow, but instead he just laughed.
“You never learn do you?”
“I’ve been told that’s part of my charm,” Danger said with a cocky smirk.
“So…” Lloyd said as he circled around behind her. “I got a report of a shuttle hijacking a few nights ago. The victim said it was a red haired newhuman woman. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that would you?”
“Nope,” she said curtly. She already knew where this was going, and she didn’t like it.
“He said her hair was in pigtails.”
She shrugged. “What can I say, I’m a trend setter.”
“Your DNA was all over the shuttle.”
“So charge me with hijacking a shuttle then!”
The Security Chief stopped his pacing and put his hands on her shoulders and started rubbing them slowly. Then he slid his hands to her throat, wrapping them firmly around, and lowering his lips close to her ear.
“I’ve got a better idea,” he whispered menacingly, as he squeezed. Danger’s eyes bulged, her face turning red as he throttled her neck. She struggled in vain against the straps holding her down, but it was no use, she was helpless. Just as a feeling of dire panic started to set in, he abruptly released her, leaving her choking for air.

“In three nights the Principle is giving a speech at the Capitol building,” he said, resuming his pacing behind her as if nothing had happened. “After the speech there will be a gala. One of my political rivals has an office not far from where the gala will be held. You are going to slip away from the party and steal some documents for me.”
“No way, not a fair tradeoff,” she protested, still trying to catch her breath. “I would rather be charged with jacking a vehicle than get caught stealing from an assemblyman‘s office.”
Lloyd put his hands on her again, obnoxiously rubbing her shoulders. Then he slowly started sliding his hand down the front of her body until it came to a rest between her thighs. Danger had to struggle to control herself while he rubbed her thighs. She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry.
“In the last year, you’ve been arrested four times for 1st degree assault and had connections to at least two suspicious deaths,” he whispered sadistically, his wet lips brushing the side of her face. “Just because those charges disappeared, doesn’t mean they can’t reappear. The fact is I can make your life here on Pioneer 2 quite miserable. Would you like to be locked up with Vulari‘s men?” With a pernicious laugh, he backed away, and circled around in front of her. He loomed over her with his arms crossed, a smug and cruel grin etched on his face. He awaited her answer.

Danger didn’t say anything for awhile. She knew he had successfully and thoroughly intimidated her. He also had her completely trapped. With the flick of a pen, he could destroy her life. She had no choice but do his dirty work. At least he hadn’t demanded sex. For a moment she thought he might actually have been intending to rape her. But regardless, she couldn’t help but feel like she’d just been fucked.

“I wanna get paid,” she said finally.

[Marter]

Very good. i can't wait for more.

[Danger_Girl]

On 2006-07-12 17:46, Marter wrote:
Very good. i can't wait for more.



Thanks. I'll keep them coming till the story reaches a conclusion. Thats a promise.

[Danger_Girl]

*Content Advisory*






Chapter 7






Danger moped back to the apartment feeling utterly despondent. Her head hurt, stomach was nauseated, and she felt lethargic. She had been attacked, groped, slapped, and screwed over. The Security Bureau returned her assembler, but her photon saber wasn’t in it. She remembered leaving it embedded in the android while she tried to stop her bleeding, and after that she just kind of forgot about it. She asked a few people at the security station, but they all gave her snide answers. One of the bastards who brought her in must have claimed it.
No sense fussing about it now, she thought glumly. The saber was gone.

To make matters worse, Danger’s landlord had all her things in the apartment destroyed while she was being interrogated. She didn’t have much, but there were a few outfits and mementoes she would have liked to have kept. All she had now were the clothes on her back, and those belonged to Benny.
“Ann did manage to get my lingerie,” she muttered to herself bitterly. “Thee guns and lingerie. All my worldly possessions.” She just wanted to get to Benny’s and sleep.

Ann greeted Danger with a warm smile when she walked into the apartment. Her smile quickly faded when she got a look at the expression on Danger’s face. Danger smiled back half heartedly, although she felt more like crying.
“Mistress is sad again,” Ann frowned. It was a statement not a question. “Did things go bad with master?”
“Where is he?” Danger asked. “He didn’t come home?”
“No mistress. Ann thought he was with you.”
“I wonder if he went to the bar then.” Last time Danger saw him he was shirtless and had her blood all over him.
“Are you okay mistress?” Ann asked, taking her hand. She looked up at Danger with those big blue unblinking eyes. “Mistress, you don’t so look well.”
“I’m okay Ann,” she sighed. “I just need to lie down.”

Danger started slowly down the hallway to the bedroom, taking off her shirt and kicking off her pants, just leaving them lie where they fell. When she reached the bedroom, she immediately flopped straight into bed, not even bothering with the blankets. Moments later Ann poked her head into the room with the clothes Danger had thrown on the ground folded in her arms.
“Mistress would you like to talk to Ann about it?” she asked with a sad frown and concerned look in her eyes. Danger didn’t bother lifting her head off the pillow, but she beckoned Ann with her hand. Ann left the clothes neatly at the foot of the bed, and then crawled in, kneeling next to Danger.
“Mistress has blood on her,” she said quietly, as she started unbraiding Danger’s hair.
“We got attacked by another one of Vulari‘s androids while we were getting my stuff,” Danger said, sounding melancholy.
Ann gasped, “Is master okay?” She knew her master wouldn’t react well to a violent situation like that. He was good at diffusing scuffles at the bar, but whenever any real violence erupted, he was as helpless as a lamb.
“Yeah, he’s okay. He got really freaked out though.”
“Master is not a good combatant,” Ann stated. The matter of fact way in which she said it made Danger laugh. It was a significant understatement.
“He curled up into a little ball,” Danger recalled, laughing affectionately.
Ann laughed along with her, but Danger’s laughter quickly turned into a frown.
“He was just about to kiss me when the android showed up. I’m sure of it,” she said dejectedly.
“Mistress, Ann is sorry.” She leaned over and kissed Danger’s cheek.
“Then some Security Bureau creep felt me up, and I had to sit in an interrogation room for five hours,” Danger sighed. “And my landlord trashed all my stuff.” She buried her face in her pillow and let out another long sigh.
Ann ran her fingers though Danger’s hair, and tenderly pressed her lips against the back of her neck. “Master will take care of you,” she whispered. “And so will I, mistress.”

Danger didn’t bring up what happened with Lloyd at the Security station. Thinking about the whole ordeal made her feel ill. She would tell Ann about it later, but for now she forced it out of her mind as best she could. Instead she thought about Benny. She thought about his embrace, and what he had almost said to her. He was finally about to tell her that he loved her, even though he didn’t quite get the chance, and they came so close to sharing their first real kiss. Regardless, she knew things were going to be different between them from now on.

“Do you ever get jealous Ann?” Danger asked curiously, rolling onto her side to look at her, propping her head up on her elbow. “I mean, would you get jealous if Benny and I were together?”
Ann must have found the question extremely funny, because she toppled over laughing. “No mistress,” she giggled. “Ann just wants you both to be happy. Master has been infatuated with you since the day he first saw you. What makes master happy cannot make Ann feel sad.” Suddenly Ann got a mischievous look in her eyes. “Does it make mistress upset that I’m not jealous,” she teased. Ann turned Danger onto her back, and straddled her, her pink hair cascading down around Danger’s face, neck, and shoulders.
“Well, maybe just a little…” Danger answered coyly.
“Silly mistress,” Ann smirked as she pinned Danger’s hands to the bed.
Danger studied the artificial sapphire blue eyes and moist pouty imitation lips poised above her. It was obvious what Ann wanted, and never in her life had Danger ever been able to resist her advances. Despite not feeling well, Danger was overcome with the urge to kiss her. Ann must have seen it in her eyes, because before she knew it, Ann’s was on top of her, vigorously kissing her like a teenager. Danger completely forgot about feeling sorry for herself.

They were still at it when they heard Benny walk into the apartment. Ann immediately removed her mouth from Danger Girl, leaving her breathless and flushed, and ran down the hall to greet him.
“Master!” She heard Ann yell.
Danger crawled under the covers and pulled up her panties, trying to rein in her libido. At some point while Ann had been working her way down Danger’s body, she had managed to undo her bra and toss it somewhere. Danger nervously smoothed her hair, and hoped it didn’t appear too obvious that Ann had just been making love to her.

A short time later the two of them entered the bedroom.
“Hi,” Benny said to Danger bashfully. He was wearing a white t-shirt that was way to big for him that he had probably gotten at the security station. It looked like he had washed his face at some point as well, although some dry blood was still visible around his neck. He also held a shopping bag in his hand.
Danger smiled innocently, holding the blankets close to her chin. He looked cute and comical with that huge t-shirt draped over his slender frame. Guilt stabbed at Danger’s heart.
“Security didn’t give you too much trouble, did they?” he asked with a lighthearted smile.
“No not too much,” she lied. Even though she felt guilty for constantly deceiving him, nothing good would come from Benny knowing she’d been groped, dominated, and extorted. It would bother him more than it bothered her, and he worried too much about her already.
“I tried to get some of your stuff, but that landlord of yours had already gotten rid of it all. I did buy you a dress though. It probably won’t fit very well, but it’s just something you can wear, you know, so you don’t have to keep wearing my clothes. Not that I mind you’re wearing my clothes, I mean, it doesn’t bother me if you wear them, and it doesn’t matter if you don’t like it…the dress I mean. It’s just, I thought maybe we could go out tomorrow and buy some stuff for you, s-so--”
“Yes Benny,” Danger interrupted. “I would love to go shopping with you.”
“Great! It’s a date then.” Benny blushed, “Well, not a date-date but you know...”
“No, its okay, let’s call it a date.” Danger saw Ann trying to hide the smile on her face.
“Okay then, a date,” Benny sighed loudly, as if he’d just gotten something heavy off his chest. “I haven’t been on a date since I was in high school,” he confessed.
Danger smiled, “Its okay Benny, I’ll be on my best behavior. I promise not to do anything to you…in public.”
He laughed nervously, “I’ll have to make sure to keep you in public then.”

Benny sat down on the bed and beckoned Ann to join him. She happily obeyed.
“So do you two mind if I ask you a few questions?”
Danger got an uneasy feeling. There were some things she didn’t want Benny to know. She would continue to lie before telling him all the truth, but she wasn’t sure if Ann was able to lie to him or not. In all the time she’d known her, she couldn‘t recall ever catching her in a lie.
“I’ll answer you if I can,” Danger said hesitantly.
Wearing an innocent smile, Ann simply nodded.
“How did you get someone like Michio Vulari after you Faye? From what I’ve heard, he’s not exactly what you would call a common criminal.”
Danger sat quietly a few moments before answering. The job brought back a few painful memories, but this was something Benny had the right to know. “I took a job from an old man who wanted to know what happened to his granddaughter,” she recalled. “I thought it would be an easy job at the time, just finding some 16 year old run away on a space ship. I mean, how many places are there to hide on a space ship? But one thing led to another, and before I knew it, I was into something I had no business being in. If I was smart I would have just told the old man to forget about her, but I guess I couldn’t let it go.” Tears started to build in Danger’s eyes. “It’s hard to tell someone that their family member is dead, you know?” She was getting choked up and trying very hard not to cry. “It’s just not something I’m very good at. She was the only family he had left, and they did such horrible things…”
Ann crawled over to Danger and wrapped her arms around her.
“I see,” Benny said softly, lowering his head.
“So when Michio’s son found out I had been digging around, he came after me. And that turned out to be a pretty big mistake on his part. Michio has been trying to kill me ever since, although he’s really got to start sending something besides assassin androids.”
“But Vulari is behind bars right? How can he keep sending assassins after you?”
Danger dried her eyes and gave a cynical laugh. “Vulari probably has some of the prison guards on the payroll. It would be easy for him to publicize a bounty.”
Benny rubbed his brow, looking pale. “This is some heavy stuff,” he muttered slowly.
“Benny, don’t worry about it so much,” Danger said, trying to ease some of his anxiety. “I’ve been dealing with Michio Vulari for almost a year now. He doesn’t have the power he used to. These occasional assassin androids are probably the best he can do.”
“You don’t think he’ll try and get you while you’re here, do you?” Benny asked fearfully, probably imagining one of those assassin androids on a rampage in his apartment.
Danger shook her head. “I don’t think so. Attacking me in my slummy apartment in Oran is a lot different than attacking me here. An attack here would draw a lot of attention. The people helping Michio on the inside wouldn’t like that. An assassin wouldn’t be so reckless. So if another attack does come, it will be when I‘m out in the open.”
Benny didn’t seem comforted by the answer, but he nodded and didn‘t question her further about it. Danger sincerely hoped she was right. She didn’t want to endanger Benny any more than she already had.
“What about you Ann?” Benny asked, turning his attention to her. “I know you two have worked together sometimes. You’re not actually a hunter, are you?”
Ann nodded enthusiastically, “Yes master, Ann is a registered hunter.”
Benny looked surprised.
“Ann helps mistress do research and gather data,” she said with a proud smile.
“Oh I see, so you don’t actually kill things?”
Ann just nodded innocently, still smiling. Benny seemed to take that as a no. He would probably have a hard time believing that the naïve and innocent Ann could be quite ruthless.
“What about the morning you came here Faye? Did that have anything to do with Vulari?”
“Oh no, I just cocked off to the wrong group of people,” she lied. Danger didn’t want to talk about the beating. Spy was probably still out there, and that troubled her. Plus she had almost lost Ann that night, and she still blamed herself for that. Benny didn‘t need to know about him, and Danger didn’t want to have to think about it. Knowing about Vulari was more than enough to occupy his worries for now.
Benny sat in silence for a little while, looking skeptical about her answer, but he seemed to accept that she had the right to keep some secrets from him.
“Well, I think I’m going to bed,” he said finally. “It’s been a really long day, and I’ve had enough excitement to last me a lifetime.” He took some pajamas out of a drawer, and turned to leave the room.
“You’re not going to sleep in the bed with us tonight?” Danger frowned.
“No not tonight, I’ll just sleep on the couch. The bed is a little tight for all three of us.”
“Okay then,” she said, a little disappointed, but she was also very tired. She’d let him off the hook this time.

“Is mistress hungry,” Ann asked after Benny had left the room.
Danger suddenly realized she hadn’t eaten since breakfast. “I’m Starving,” she answered.
Without waiting for another word, Ann gleefully climbed from the bed and went to the kitchen to make her some dinner. Danger’s stomach growled. She hoped Ann wasn’t planning on making something extravagant. She was probably in there planning a three course meal, when a bowl of cereal would have been good enough. Thinking of Ann working in the kitchen made her smile. Ann was her foundation, and the love of her life.

The shopping bag Benny left in the room caught her eye. She was surprised he never bothered to show her the dress he’d bought for her. Curiously, she opened the bag and took it out. It was a simple but pretty yellow and white dress. Not the sort of thing Danger would look twice at if she were shopping for clothes. However, she immediately fell in love with it and wasted no time trying it on. It didn’t fit perfectly. It was loose in some spots and tight in others, but she didn’t care. It was something he bought for her out of kindness, and that meant a lot. She would wear it for Benny tomorrow on their date.

Ann walked into the room carrying her dinner. “Is that Mistress’ new dress?”
“What do you think Ann?” Danger asked, striking a sexy pose.
“Mistress is always beautiful,” she smiled, gazing at her.
“Well, yeah. But what do you think about the dress?”
Ann walked up to her and started inspecting the dress from less than an arms length away, occasionally touching the fabric. A few times she got on her knees to get a very good look below the waist. “Ann doesn’t know mistress,” she said with a shrug. “It’s a yellow and white dress.”
Danger laughed. She should have known better than to ask Ann’s opinion on clothes.

After eating her dinner, Danger decided it was time for bed. She took off her beloved new dress and threw it on the floor in a heap, then climbed under the covers. Ann changed into a white nightgown, folded up her clothes nicely, and turned out the lights before climbing into bed.
“Good night mistress,” Ann said as she gave Danger a kiss on the cheek.
“I love you Ann,” she replied.
Ann gave her another kiss, this time on the lips. “I love you too mistress,” she whispered. Then curled up next to her and was silent.

Danger lay next to her in the darkness feeling troubled. Once the lights went out, it was always difficult to keep the negative thoughts at bay. Lloyd’s job felt like a setup. It didn’t make sense. If he knew security was going to be lax, he must have had some men inside the security detail feeding him information. Why not have them steal the documents he needed? But why even bother with a setup? If he wanted her gone, it was already within his means to do so. He had also agreed to pay her, albeit a measly sum considering she was committing espionage. She would have felt better about the whole situation if he would have refused to pay her. It wasn’t a comforting thought, but he had her tied to a chair with his hands around her throat regardless if she was in that interrogation room, or here laying in bed next to Ann. She was helpless against him for now, so why agree to pay her? The job sounded easy enough. She would have no choice but to deliver the goods, and hope it got him off her back for awhile.

She also felt bad about Benny. Deceiving him about Ann was bad enough, but what about if they actually started a romantic relationship? What kind of relationship could it be with those kinds of secrets? She supposed she loved Benny, but at the same time giving up her relationship with Ann was out of the question. She needed Ann on every level, her support as well as her intimacy. She’d been sexual with men many times during her relationship with Ann. Ann routinely saw her go home with men she picked up at the bar. It wasn’t something she kept secret from her, and it certainly never felt like betrayal. She would get close to eyes and lips and skin, but never feel anything other than lust. They filled a specific need, and then they were gone, either vanished or erased. But Benny was different. Danger never had a family, so she had no precedent with which to compare, but she imagined it must be something like the connection she felt with him. Or perhaps, it was even deeper than that. She felt excitement when he was close to her. She anticipated his kiss. Could she accept that kiss knowing she couldn’t relinquish Ann? Would it be wrong for her to continue to live under his roof, eat his food, and accept his gifts without accepting his affection? The questions danced in Danger’s mind as she drifted into an uneasy sleep. Her only comfort was that tomorrow would be a better day than today.

She was horribly wrong. The nightmare was about to begin.

[Abaru-FP]

I'm totally absorbed by this story. Very glad to hear that you'll be writing until the story reaches a conclusion.

[Danger_Girl]

Chapter 8







Danger Girl’s sleep was haunted by vivid erotic dreams. Again and again she experienced obscene torrents of ecstasy. It didn’t matter who was with her. Sometimes Ann, sometimes Benny, sometimes even Spy, or Lloyd, or her landlord, or people she didn‘t recognize. It was a kaleidoscope of faces. She was swept away by the rapture, intensity, and violence of it all. The desire and need to sate her lust was overwhelming and overpowering. Every recess of her mind and body craved it. It was a dream she’d had before, and it signaled the beginning of a nightmare.

She awoke suddenly, wet with a sheen of sweat that covered her body. The dream was gone, but the unrelenting lust that accompanied it remained. That was all that remained. In a daze she slipped silently out of bed. Her heart was pounding, fueled by rampant hormones and the uncontrollable desire to dominate. Conscious thought eluded her, although somewhere deep inside part of her was desperately yearning to regain control. It was no use; her primal instincts were in control now. Danger Girl was in heat. A freakish unintended result of the reckless genetic engineering used in her conception. Like a predator she crept down the hall.

Danger came upon Benny as he slept. Gently at first, she kissed his face and neck as she pulled the blankets away. Benny stirred and cracked open his sleepy eyes.
“Ugh, Faye, not tonight please,” he muttered still half asleep. He felt her hand slide under his pajama top and start rubbing his chest. “Would you quit fooling around, I’m serious,” he smiled sheepishly, sounding more amused then serious. Then he felt her tongue thrust into his mouth. His eyes bulged, and heart slammed against his chest as everything else froze. At first he was too stunned to react, but then slowly he closed his eyes, and passionately returned her kiss. He could feel the blood surging through him, taste her saliva, feel the softness of her breasts, the heat of her body, the beat of her heart. It was if he was dreaming. Finally their lips parted, both of them breathing heavily. Danger crawled onto the couch and sat on Benny’s legs. He could see the gleam of sweat on her nearly naked body, and a wild, feverish glint in her eyes as she loomed above.
“F-Faye, what are y-you doing,” he stammered, barely able to speak.
She didn’t answer; instead she started pulling down his pajama bottoms. Taken aback, Benny tried to sit up, but she lurched forward forcefully pinned him into the couch, burying her fingernails deep into his shoulders. He cried out in pain, as she thrust her face in his chest and began biting him.
“Please Faye,” he gasped. “Stop, please!” He managed to push her away and roll off the couch. Quickly he got to his feet and faced her. She sat coiled on her haunches, her unfamiliar green eyes glared at him, cruelly indifferent and feral. A leered sadistic smirk spread across her face. Benny felt a sickening wave of fear and bewilderment as he slowly started backing away. Like a cat toying with a mouse, she pounced, sending him flying violently into the wall. The impact knocked the wind out of him and sent several hanging pictures crashing to the floor. He gasped for air and feebly tried to push her away, but she grabbed his arm and wrenched it behind his back. He felt something in his shoulder tear and crack. He cried out in helpless agony as she forced him to the ground.
“Mistress, NO!” Ann screamed. She crashed into Danger, tackling her to the floor. Benny scrambled away in fear, holding his shoulder, while Ann wrapped her arms around Danger, and squeezed her tight. Danger kicked and thrashed, struggling to get free, but Ann’s synthetic muscles were strong.
“Master, are you hurt bad?” She cried out to him.
“W-What is going on?” His voice quivered like he was on the verge of panic. He stared in wide eyed disbelief at Danger violently trying to break free. “What the HELL is going on!”
“Master please,” Ann begged. “I can’t explain right now, but mistress needs us.” No tears would ever come from Ann’s eyes, but she cried none the less.
Benny didn’t reply. He could only sit and stare in shock at what he was seeing.
“Master please!” Ann screamed.
“I-I don’t even know what’s wrong!”
“We need something to bind her! Rope…tape…anything!”
Danger was trying to get her feet under her. Ann was strong, but the metallic alloys she was made from were light. She could keep Danger’s arms pinned, but Danger could easily lift her. “Master, mistress is very strong, and if she starts to break free, I’m going to have to hurt her!” she screamed desperately.
Benny struggled to his feet. His broken arm hung limp. He staggered down the hallway to the closet and started digging through boxes as best he could with one arm.
“Mistress, it’s me, its Ann,” she whispered into her ear. She managed to get her legs wrapped around Danger’s to keep her from kicking. “Please mistress, its okay. Please calm down. Ann will take care of you.” She tried gently kissing her face to try and soothe her, but Danger only snarled at her. Benny returned with a large roll of box tape. Ann forced her onto her stomach and together they bound her elbows, wrists, and ankles behind her back. She was effectively hogtied, though she was struggling fiercely.

Ann desperately tried to calm her, while Benny sat on the ground holding his arm, his eyes filling with tears.
“I’m sorry you were hurt master, I‘m sorry you have to see this. Mistress is going to be so sad, my poor mistress.” Ann held her awkwardly, doing the best she could to comfort her.
“Ann, can you please tell me what’s going on,” Benny asked, struggling to control himself.
She looked at him with sorrowful eyes and hesitantly shook her head, “No master, I’m sorry. It’s not my place to tell you. Mistress will tell you when she gets well. You’ll understand everything, I promise. But this is something mistress must tell you for herself.”
“Is she sick? Will she get better?”
“Yes, she will get better. She will be better by tomorrow morning.” Ann stood up and ran to Benny, embracing him tightly. “Master I’m so sorry,” she cried, burying her face into his chest. “I need to ask you to do something that will be very hard.”
Benny returned the embrace with his uninjured arm. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. “What can I do?”
“I need you to leave and not come back till tomorrow no matter what.”
Benny shook his head incredulously. “Why? I don’t understand?”
“Please trust me master,” Ann sobbed. “Mistress cannot stay like this for another 24 hours.”
Danger’s relentless struggling against the tape that held her had already caused her wrists, elbows, and ankles to bleed.
“What are you going to do?”
“Untie her.”
Benny gaped at her, “Ann that’s crazy! She’s gone mad!”
“No master, I’ll be okay. Please trust me.” Ann hesitated before continuing. “I have one more thing to ask. When you return tomorrow, please be kind to her. She will remember all that’s happened, and she’s going to be very sad.”
Benny backed away. He looked exhausted and confused.
“Master, please,” Ann pleaded gently. “Go rest, get your arm fixed. Come back tomorrow and we‘ll make things right again. Please.”
“Okay I trust you,” he said finally. “But I beg you, please be careful. Its like she‘s turned into an animal.”
“No master, she’s still my mistress. And I love her.” Ann spoke the words with such ardent passion, that there could be no mistaking what she meant. Benny looked at her startled, as if he had suddenly realized an obvious truth. Ann saw the wounded and betrayed look in his eyes just before he turned away from her. Without another word, he grabbed the pants he had been wearing the day before, and walked to the door.
“Tomorrow then,” he said as the door closed behind him.
“Forgive me master,” Ann whispered after he had gone.

Ann looked upon her mistress with a solemn face. She lay there hogtied, wearing only her underwear, straining against the box tape they had used to bind her. Her feverish eyes held the look of anguish and frustration. Her futile struggles left her gasping and bleeding, and her arms were turning purple from the lack of circulation. Ann dropped to her knees along side of her, and stroked her red hair. Life was so cruel to her mistress.

Ann grabbed hold of the tape binding her ankles and snapped it.
“Always remember mistress,” Ann whispered into her ear. “This is my choice, and I will always take care of you and love you, no matter what.”
Danger glared at her with wild and hostile, but frighteningly beautiful eyes. Ann knew what she would have to endure. She took a moment, preparing herself for what was to come, and then snapped the tape binding her arms.

At once Danger savagely struck her, knocking her to the floor. Ann closed her eyes as she felt lips and teeth against her neck. The sound of her nightgown being torn filled her ears. She was well aware this would not be an act of passion or love. This would be an act of violence and domination. But despite that, Ann submitted to her, just as she had a year before.

[Marter]

Yes, very good story. Hooked up until the end of it!
The way of leaving cliffhangers is, um... Makes the rest of the story more intersting.
Hentai Alert!

[isahn80]

The unpredictable but always thrilling adventures of Danger Girl continue! I don't think I've ever encountered such a unique, cliche-free and well-developed fanfic character. A highly enjoyable read as always!

If this wasn't based on copyrighted material I could easily see it in a graphic novel form or something similar.

[HUnewearl_Meira]

Stickied. Just retroactively letting you know my opinion, Danger_Girl. http://www.pso-world.com/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_wink.gif

[Danger_Girl]

As always thanks for the kind words. It really makes me feel good when I read stuff like that. Also, thanks for the sticky. That means a lot too, especially considering there are so many really good fanfics in circulation right now.

[Danger_Girl]

*Content Advisory*






Chapter 9






The rape ended the same as it had not quite a year ago. Whatever hormones that had triggered Danger’s reproductive state simply ran their course. Ann knew it was nearing an end when she felt the ferociousness of her mistress’ assault start to ebb. And then, abruptly it was over. Danger lay unconscious.

Ann gently pushed Danger off her naked mechanical body. She was covered in her mistress’ sweat and saliva. Her flesh, in part organic, bore countless scratches, bites, and bruises. She sat up and ran a diagnostic. Other than the injuries done to her flesh, her body had received no serious damage. Emotionally it was a different story. Ann buried her face in her hands and systematically suppressed all her memories and tattered emotions. The process wasn’t perfect, and often left her emotionally volatile, but she didn’t have time to deal with it now. She rose to her feet, going through the motions of drying her tearless eyes with her forearm. There was work she had to do. First of all she had to tend to her mistress. Ann knew the one who suffered worst of all from this was her. The hours spent in her psychotic state would leave her weak and dehydrated, but what Ann feared most of all was her depression. Danger had confided thoughts of suicide to her in the past, and it was something she never wanted to hear from her lips again. Cradling Danger in her arms, Ann carried her into the bedroom and gently set her in the bed and covered her with a sheet. Her body was slick with sweat and felt feverishly hot, but Ann knew there was little she could do for her now, other than leaving her rest.

Next Ann went into the bathroom to get a look at her face and neck. As she feared, her neck had one ferocious looking bite mark, and her face had many scratches. There was also a dark bruise on her cheek where mistress had hit her. The wounds themselves meant nothing to Ann. Her flesh was purely cosmetic. The synthetic and organic cells that composed her flesh would heal in about a day. But there would be no way to hide them from mistress or master. It was unfortunate, but there was little that could be done. They would both be upset when they saw them.

Ann filled the tub and quickly bathed, washing away the aftermath of the assault. She then put on panties and one of master‘s dress shirts. It did little to hide the bites, and bruises on her inner thighs, but she doubted master would be looking down there anyway. Regardless, she would sit with her legs crossed to make sure. He was still a human male after all, and even as introverted and shy as her master was, and despite the fact that he regarded her so innocently, she still occasionally observed his eyes wandering.

Drying her inorganic hair with a towel, Ann exited the bathroom and found her mistress in the hallway, leaning heavily against the wall wrapped in the bed sheet. Her sweat soaked and matted red hair hung over her downcast face.
“Mistress!” Ann gasped, as she ran to support her. Danger didn’t answer. She was exhausted, and collapsed into Ann’s arms, barely able to cling to her. She was like a rag doll. Once Ann had her back in bed, she ran to the kitchen to get her some water, which Danger drank ravenously, much of it running down her chin. Ann pushed Danger’s hair out of her eyes. Her face was haggard and gaunt, but her eyes no longer looked cruel and wild. Instead they were tearful and sad. Before long she was sleeping again. Ann stayed by her side, while she awaited her master’s return.

Some time later, there was a soft knock at the door. Ann left her mistress’ side and walked slowly down the hall to answer it.
“Come in master. Mistress is still resting,” Ann said quietly as she opened the door. She was feeling extremely self-conscious of her wounds.
“Oh Ann…” Benny sighed when he saw her face. Then he noticed the deep bite mark on the side of her neck and gasped. The wound looked raw and deep.
“It’s not as bad as it looks master,” Ann protested when she saw the look on his face.
“What the hell did she do to you?” he asked sharply.
“Master, Shhhh!” she scolded him with a stern whisper. “Mistress needs rest. You don’t want to wake her, and she is already going to feel bad enough about it.”
Benny looked in the living room where they had bound Danger and saw what was left of Ann’s nightgown. He didn’t say anything, but the look on his face spoke volumes. Ann couldn’t believe she hadn’t noticed it.
“Master, it’s over. Ann will recover in a short time. Please don’t be angry at mistress.”
Benny didn’t say anything; instead he sat down at the table. He looked heartbroken and nearly as exhausted as Danger had. His injured arm was in a make shift sling he’d made. Ann was quite sure he must have been wandering the street since he left 24 hours ago. He put his head on the table.
“So how long have you two been lovers,” he asked quietly, with his head turned away.
The question caught Ann off guard, although it didn’t necessarily surprise her. She slowly sat down across from him at the table. “About a year,” she confessed.
Benny gave a mirthless laugh. “I’m an idiot,” he said to himself bitterly.
“Mistress wanted to tell you master, it was Ann that didn‘t want you to know. Please don’t be angry with her, this is all Ann’s fault.” She reached across the table to take Benny’s hand, but he jerked it away from her. The gesture triggered a resurgence of all Ann’s pent-up emotions. It was a peculiar thing when Ann cried. Her body went through all the customary motions, her face contorted appropriately, and she made weeping sounds, but her eyes were unable to shed tears, although she would wipe her eyes and cheeks as if they did. She cried now, as fiercely as she ever had.
Benny sat back in his chair and let out a long sigh. “Ann, I‘m sorry. I just need some time to sort all this out. I guess until yesterday I never considered you even had feelings like that.”
“I wanted to be your little doll,” Ann sobbed. “I didn‘t want you to think of me like that. I didn’t want you to think of me like my old master did. Please forgive me master. Please don‘t punish me.”
“Punish you?” Benny asked incredulously. “Ann, why would you even say something like that?”
“Because her previous master tortured and raped her,” Danger answered. She limped slowly down the hallway, favoring neither leg and leaning heavily against the wall. Her hair hung haphazardly around her bare shoulders, ringing with sweat. The sheet wrapped loosely around her was all she wore. Her eyes were full of tears, but yet her face held an icy determined calm.
“If he were still alive today, I would kill him.”
Still sobbing, Ann ran to her mistress to help support her. Danger guided her to the kitchen, where she reached into one of the cupboards and pulled out Benny’s hidden bottle of bourbon along with two glasses.
“The irony is I would be killing him for the same thing I‘m guilty of,” she said as Ann helped her into one of the kitchen chairs.
“Mistress, please don’t say things that aren’t true,” Ann said softly. “You know that it’s not true.”
Danger kissed her cheek, then set one of the glasses in front of Benny and filled it. Then she did the same for herself. Benny had yet to say a word to her. He felt uncomfortable even looking at her.
“So you know about Ann and me then,” Danger said while refilling her glass.
“Did you hear everything we said?” Benny asked harshly.
“Do you think these ears are just for show? Of course I heard you!” Danger emptied her glass, and then slammed it into the table. She clenched her fists as tears streamed down her cheeks. The effort it took to not break down made her shake. Ann threw her arms around her. Benny stared at his drink, and then drank it down. He raised his head in time to see the passionate look that passed between Danger and Ann as they comforted each other. He couldn’t believe all this time he had been so blind.

After a moment Danger regained her composure and filled her glass again. She turned her eyes on Benny, and the two of them gazed at each other. Even now, despite his bitterness, he couldn’t help but get lost in her tearful eyes. Eyes so fierce, powerful, freighting, and beautiful, but at the same time holding a deep sadness that he had so often tried to soothe. Slowly she reached out towards his strained shoulder. He flinched away, but she didn‘t hesitate. She put both hands on him, the sheet she was wearing dropped away. He tried to turn his head away, but she held his chin. Then he felt a sudden burst of warmth rushing into his shoulder washing away the pain and stiffness completely. Danger collapsed onto the table gasping for breath. He realized she had used her newhuman magic on him. Ann helped her to cover up and get back in her seat.
“A-Are you okay,” Benny asked.
“Yeah I’m fine, I just need a minute,” she said breathlessly, looking tired and ill. She drank another shot of bourbon, and grabbed the bottle to refill her glass.
“Mistress, please no,” Ann begged. “Let me get you some water.”
Danger nodded, but refilled her glass and drank it down as soon as Ann turned to walk to the kitchen. Benny gave her a worried look, and then refilled his own glass. If he didn’t drink more, she would probably finish it all herself.
“So does your arm feel better?” Danger asked.
“Yeah, i-it’s fine now.” Benny took off his sling and flexed his shoulder.
“For what it’s worth, I guess I should say I’m sorry, Benny. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. It was earlier then I expected and it never set on so fast before. I never wanted you to see me like that.” Danger took a drink of liquor, and then chased it with the water Ann had given her.
“So what was it,” Benny asked hesitantly. “What happened?”
Danger sat in silence for a short time. A few tears escaped her eyes, but her face looked surprisingly calm despite the obvious emotional turbulence boiling inside. Ann stood behind her tenderly rubbing her shoulders.
“I owe you a great deal Benny,” she said softly. “The only thing I can pay you with now is an explanation. I don’t know if it will make you feel much better, but at least you’ll understand.” Danger took a deep breath, and then began her story.

“Most Human and newhuman women have a menstrual cycle that lasts roughly 28 days, give or take. As I’m sure you’re aware, that’s the cycle of reproductive fertility that occurs in women.”
Benny nodded with a somewhat confused look on his face.
“Bear with me Benny. I swear there is a point to this. Midway through the cycle, ovulation occurs and an egg is released which travels down the fallopian tube and into the uterus. If it’s not fertilized, the egg will die in about 24 hours. Of course it’s not easy for human and most newhuman women to identify exactly when these things are going on, since the changes are pretty subtle.” Danger paused to pour herself some more bourbon, which didn’t go over very well with Ann.
“Mistress should be drinking water! You’re going to make yourself sick,” she chided, as she went to the kitchen to get her more water.
“Sorry Ann, but if I’m going to be talking about my menstrual cycle, I’d just assume be drunk.” She downed her drink before continuing. “They used exotic and aggressive genetic engineering when they created my genome. As far as they were concerned the results were disappointing. My ability to use force techniques turned out to be limited at best, the pace at which I learned was below average, my IQ scores were a disappointment, and I was diagnosed with a mood disorder. So I guess you could say I was regarded as a grand failure by the time I was three years old. Later on, though, they discovered some unexpected results. You‘ve seen how fast and completely my wounds heal, but that’s not the extent of it. Nearly every cell in my body will heal if given enough time. I could pull out my teeth, and begin teething new ones in just a few weeks. I could sever my spine and be walking again in a month. Wounds leave no trace on my body. Of course, I can‘t heal back something like a severed limb or recover from serious brain trauma, and wounds that are fatal for you, are fatal for me too. But combined with my restoration force techniques, my ability to recover from grave and mortal injuries in just a few days impressed the geneticists.” Danger took a deep shuddering breath as tears rolled out of her eyes. Benny could tell she was fighting demons. “For the first time in my life I was praised for something. I-I was eight years old, s-so when they told me I was a good girl, it made me happy.”
Ann held her tight. “You don’t have to talk about this mistress,” she said softly.
It became clear to Benny what must have happened. In order to test her capacity for healing, they would have had to brutalize her many times. It must have been a horrible thing to endure, especially for a child. Looking into her eyes, he knew it was a prolonged nightmare that still haunted her.
“Faye, you really don’t have to,” he said, touching her hand. “I think I understand.”
Danger nodded and dried her eyes. “I’m sorry. I was getting off track anyway. It was a long time ago, and in the end someone must have blown the whistle on the kinds of experiments they were doing. I was taken away and put in a children’s shelter. Years later I heard the lab had been shut down after that, but I don‘t know if it’s true. The records didn‘t survive the planetary evacuation.”

Danger took a few moments to gather herself, and pour a few more drinks. By now it was obvious she was pretty drunk, although her speech was surprisingly coherent. Benny and Ann had watched her drink herself into a stupor on many occasions at the bar. It was something that never got easier to watch. They both knew Danger was wrong when she said her wounds left no trace. Her fragile psyche did not have the same ability to heal as her body, and all the injuries took a toll.

“Well to get back on topic,” Danger continued when she was ready. “My menstrual cycle, if you even want to call it that, is vastly different from humans and other newhumans. Ovulation only occurs roughly once every 12 months. So there is only about a 24 hour window every year in which I can conceive, not counting the three days or so sperm can stay alive in my body. To compensate for my short fertile period, my body releases hormones which, well, its s-sort of like an animal in heat, you know? I can‘t help but to hurt the people around me.” Danger started to tear up again.
“Its okay Faye, I think Ann and I both know what those hormones do,” Benny interjected.
“Yeah, I guess you do,” Danger said quietly, staring down at the table.
“Isn’t there anything the doctors could do for you? Like medication or something?”
Danger scoffed. “I was 12 years old when it first happened. If I had one lousy meseta for every time I had my legs spread wide while some doctor finger fucked me, I wouldn’t have to be leaching off of you right now!”
“I see,” Benny said softly. He looked rebuked and slightly wounded by her outburst.
“I-I’m sorry Benny. That was a horrible thing to say. I-It’s just that they gave me pills, but all they ever did was either make me bleed like a sieve, or make me sick. One doctor tried to get me to agree to have my ovaries removed. I refused. Violently in fact. I wasn’t going to let those bastards spay me. They took away my childhood, I wasn’t about to give them my womanhood as well. After awhile I just refused all treatment. The compromise was I would have them lock me down in the hours preceding my ovulation, or whatever you want to call it. They just strapped me down tight, and left me till it was over. And it continued like that till I was 18.”
Benny had no idea how to respond. He tried to think of something to say that would soothe her. “I-I guess, at least it’s only once a year,” was the best he could come up with. He then immediately felt stupid for saying it. Danger didn’t seem to mind though. She simply nodded as she topped off her glass, and then slid the bottle over to Benny who quickly emptied it.
“Even after I turned 18 and was finally on my own, I still returned there every year. It was an understanding I had with a few of the orderlies. One of them in particular helped me a lot back then, although at the time I hated his guts. He was a big, ebon skinned human named Orval. When I was in a fighting mood, it was usually him who finally got me on the ground, although it usually cost him a split lip and a bloody nose.” Danger grinned, remembering some of the beatings she had given the orderlies. “I always looked forward to the day when I would be free of that place. But when my 18th birthday finally came, I was scared. I mean, who wouldn’t have been? I didn’t have a thing to my name, and I had nowhere to go. Orval was waiting at the door as I was leaving. I thought he was there to threaten me, or give me a warning, but instead he smiled and gave me a hug. He told me I was going to do just fine, and gave me the address of a women‘s shelter. He also told me he thought I was tough enough for the hunter’s guild. It was a little thing, but at the time it meant a lot, and it gave me a start. It was because of that I contacted him when it was nearing time for me to go into heat again. He and a few of his friends snuck me into one of the rooms and strapped me down. It would have been easy for them to take advantage of me, and to be honest I expected it. I mean, I was a beautiful young woman tied to a bed mindlessly craving sex. Any one of them could have just come in and done…whatever.” Danger started to choke up again. “I was terrified.”
Benny realized just how difficult living with her condition must have been over the years. He hadn’t considered all the implications.
Danger wiped her eyes with her forearm and then continued, “But, they didn’t take advantage of me. When it was over, Orval came into the room and untied the straps, then brought me some breakfast. I was so relieved it was over and so guilty about how I used to hate him, I couldn’t stop crying.”

Danger drank the last of her booze, then sat back in her chair and closed her eyes.
Benny could see she was starting to fade. Her face looked gaunt, and there were dark shadows under her eyes. “Faye, maybe you should go back to sleep now.”
Ann put her hand on her mistress’ forehead, her large sapphire synthetic eyes looking worried. “Yes mistress, master is right. Ann will help you.”
“No, I’m fine,” she said stubbornly. “I wouldn’t mind another glass of water though.”
“Yes mistress.” Ann quickly hurried off into the kitchen and returned moments later with a large glass of ice water. Danger pressed it to her forehead for awhile before drinking.
“It was Orval I put my faith in after that,” she continued. “I contacted him every year, just before it was about to happened. Every time he was outside waiting for me. And every time he kept me safe until it passed, right up until the end.” Danger paused to drink some more water, and then gave Ann a kiss on the cheek. “For getting me the water,” she said with a weak smile. Ann returned her kiss. Benny stared into his drink.
“In the end, the government announced the planetary evacuation order, and the chaos began. I never heard from him again. I don’t even know if he survived the nova.” She gazed out the window of Benny‘s apartment. “I hope we’ll meet again someday,” she whispered. “I never told you just how much you meant to me.”

Danger took a deep breath, and reached for Ann’s hand. “Once I was on Pioneer 2, I did the best I could to not think about it. The government had seized control of pretty much everything, and they weren’t very tolerant of defective newhumans. I was terrified that if I went to a hospital, they would just cut out my ovaries. So I kept it a secret. The months rolled by, and I had no plan. And before I knew it, I was out of time.” Danger looked at Ann with tears in her eyes. “Then I did something horrible.”
Benny saw the pain in her eyes as she looked at Ann, and guessed at what happened next. “You went to Ann’s apartment,” Benny said quietly, looking back down into his drink.
Danger nodded, then buried her face in Ann’s bosom and started to cry.
In silence, Benny watched Ann cradle Danger in her arms. She looked serene and strong and beautiful, holding her with all the tenderness and compassion of a loving mother. This Ann was so different from the naïve, innocent, petite pink haired android girl that he thought he‘d known. The truth was he had been the naïve one. Benny got to his feet and rocked on his heels a moment. He had to grab the back of his chair for support. He was drunker then he thought. Slowly he walked around the table and put his hand on Danger’s back. Her skin felt hot and slick. Beads of sweat covered her body.
“Let’s just go to bed Faye,” he said warmly. She turned her head to look at him, her sorrowful eyes as penetrating as ever. Inexplicably, Benny gazed back at her with a warm genuine smile. He wiped the tears from her cheeks with the sleeve of his shirt. He suddenly realized he had never been as madly in love with her as he was now. “I‘ll always help you, no matter what,” he promised.
Danger threw her arms around him, leaping right out of the sheet she was wearing. Benny lost his balance and fell flat on his back with an extremely naked Danger Girl crashing down on top of him.
“Sorry,” Danger squeaked, flushing with embarrassment. When Benny noticed her naked breasts pressed against his chest, he turned as red as a stoplight. Ann shook her head and smiled.

Benny averted his eyes while Ann helped Danger get covered. Once it was safe for him to look again, Benny offered to help Ann escort Danger into bed.
“I need a bath,” Danger said as they propped her up between them. She wasn’t kidding.
“Ann can help you mistress,” Ann volunteered.
“Yeah, I guess we can take a detour into the bath,” Benny nodded, amazed she was still conscious. Judging by her eyes, and her inability to even stand on her own, she was both very drunk, and completely exhausted.

“How are you doing Faye?” Benny asked as they got her to the bathroom.
“I-I feel, I feel pretty good,” she said with a ragged smile. As they got her to the edge of the tub, she gave Benny a gentle kiss on the cheek. “I love you Benny,” she whispered.
Benny smiled and laughed nervously. He figured it must have been the drink talking. “Well I’ll leave her to you Ann,” Benny said, as he backed out of the room. “I’m going to get ready for bed, so just let me know if you need anything.” He shut the door behind him.

Danger lay back with her eyes closed as the tub filled. Ann thought she might have fallen asleep. She took some soap and a sponge to wash her body, but as Ann started to wash her, she opened her eyes and smiled faintly.
“I really messed up Ann,” she whispered. “I should never have been here.”
“Mistress we’ll try and figure out why it happened the way it did later. Everything turned out okay.”
“No, it didn’t. I hurt you again. Twice now I’ve hurt you. And I hurt Benny.” Danger frowned sadly as she looked at Ann’s face and neck. She reached up and cradled her cheeks, then closed her eyes and took a deep breath. By the time Ann realized what she was about to do, it was too late to stop her. Danger’s body shook with effort.
“Mistress, don’t!” Ann screamed, as the wounds on her face, neck, and shoulders vanished. Danger‘s body convulsed violently, then went limp. Her hands fell away from Ann as a trickle of blood spilled from her nose. Ann tried to rouse her, but it was no use. She was gone.
“Why must you torment yourself so?” Ann whispered, as she felt her mistress’ pulse. Her breathing was shallow, but steady. Tenderly, she wiped the blood from her mistress’ nose, and finished washing her body.

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[Danger_Girl]

I'm a little late with this chapter. I rewrote parts of it several times, and I struggled with different versions in my head. Anyway, here it is. Read it at your own risk.

[Danger_Girl]

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Chapter 10





Danger slowly emerged from her coma like sleep to the image of Ann’s blue eyes looking intently upon her. Amidst the myriad of emotions Danger felt, most prevalent was the comfort brought on by the sight of Ann sharing her pillow.
“How do you feel mistress,” Ann asked quietly, gently smoothing her hair away from her face.
“Like I just woke up after drinking too much,” Danger answered with a sleepy smile. “How do you feel Ann? Are you okay?”
Ann nodded, returning her smile, “Yes mistress, Ann is undamaged. Ann’s just been worried about you. You were really sick after you…after you healed Ann’s face.”
Danger thought back to the moment just before she blacked out. She was surprised she could remember it at all considering how out of it she had been. “Yeah I guess that was pretty stupid,” she frowned. “But I don’t regret doing it. Not after all the horrible things I did to you again--”
Ann pressed her hand firmly over Danger’s mouth to silence her. “Mistress it was Ann’s choice to be with you, so you need to stop it right now. Ann doesn’t regret her decision either. You were struggling very hard, and we didn’t have the things to properly restrain you, so you would have been hurt.”
The memories of having her arms and legs taped behind her back were vivid. Danger could clearly remember the frustration, aggression, and helplessness she felt. Then the unwelcome images of what she had done to Ann after she released her bonds played over in her mind. A tear rolled down Danger’s cheek, prompting Ann to remove her hand from her mouth.
“Oh-no mistress, please don’t be sad,” Ann frowned.
“You don’t understand,” Danger said quietly. “I remember the fear in your eyes. I remember how I hit you. I can remember grabbing your hair and forcing you to do things. I close my eyes and I see these things!” Danger rolled onto her stomach, and buried her face in the pillow, “I don’t know how you can endure being so close to me after what I’ve done to you,” she sobbed, her words muffled by the pillow. “I-I wish you would have just left me tied up...”
“I will never hate you for it,” Ann whispered tenderly into her ear. “It’s not your fault. Try to understand mistress, I see you get hurt too much. I see too much of your blood. I didn’t want to see any more. Don‘t you understand? I’m not afraid to share some of your pain. I don‘t want to see mistress get hurt either, but most of all, know that I untied you because I love you. And being with you, even when you’re in that state, is still being with the one I love.”

Danger’s head rose from the pillow. She could only gaze into Ann’s eyes at first. She knew Ann would forever be willing to bear the burden of her affection, but hearing the words had a profound effect on her. Once again, tears began to roll out of Danger’s eyes, and once again she was embraced by Ann, her face buried in her lap as she passionately wept. Only this time they weren’t tears of sorrow, guilt, or depression. Danger wept because of the deep happiness and gratitude that overwhelmed her, the tears washing away the haunting and vicious images of what she had done. Before long it was Danger who was embracing Ann, tears still streaming from her eyes, flowing over the warm smile that adorned her face.
“Thank you,” Danger whispered to her over and over again as she squeezed her tight.
Ann simply nestled against her bosom, listening intently to the rhythm of her mistress’ fragile heart.

“Well Ann,” Danger smiled, as she held Ann close. “If you don’t want to see me bleed, we had better find out of Benny has any tampons around here.”
“Mistress!” Ann gasped, unable to believe she would say such a thing. “That was a bad thing to say!”
Danger laughed raucously as she dried her eyes. “I’ll go ask Benny if he has some. I’m not going to need them for a few days yet, but…”
“Mistress, do you really think master is going to have tampons?” Ann asked skeptically.
“No, but it will be fun to see the look on his face when I ask him.”
Ann shook her head, and started to laugh. “Mistress, you’re silly.”
Danger grinned, and nodded in agreement.

Feeling restless, Danger climbed out of bed and stretched. “How long was I asleep anyway,” she asked, as she arched her back.
“15 hours, 27 minutes, mistress,” Ann answered, rounding down to the nearest minute.
“Jeez I’ve been out of it this week. So it’s nighttime then?” She had almost completely lost track of time. It seemed like years had passed since the last time she’d had a normal day, followed by a normal nights sleep.
“Yes mistress, it’s nighttime. Master was awake for a little while, but he went back to sleep.” Then Ann added quietly with a frown, “But he didn’t say much to Ann.”
Danger jumped back onto the bed and quickly hugged her. “Hey, don’t worry about it,” she smiled. “I’m sure Benny is still a little freaked out. I’ll go talk to him.” Then Danger got a peculiar twinkle in her eyes, “There was something else I wanted to ask him about anyway.” She tilted Ann’s chin up, and kissed her enthusiastically on the mouth. “Leave it to me,” she smirked.
“Yes mistress,” Ann nodded, gazing up at Danger with her large puppy dog eyes.

Before walking out of the room, Danger looked over her shoulder at Ann and winked. Ann stood looking at the door for a few moments, and then she flopped back into bed with a wry smile. Her mistress was feeling rambunctious. She knew master was going to have his hands full with her tonight.

Danger knelt next to the couch and watched Benny as he slept. A lot of thoughts and urges went through her mind as she stared at him. He looked so cute and peaceful and innocent as he lay there. She remembered how warm his smile had been when he told her he would always be there for her. At that moment she knew what she had already strongly suspected. She was deeply in love with him, and tonight she would make sure he knew.

She wanted to wake him with a sloppy kiss, but given the recent events, she decided it might not be a good idea. Instead she poked him in the ribs.
“Hey Benny, are you awake?” she whispered.
“Faye,” he mumbled. “Hey, how are you feeling?” He sat up and rubbed his eyes.
“I feel really good, thanks to you and Ann,” she smiled. “But I have something important to ask you Benny, if you don’t mind.”
“Of course I don’t mind,” he said intently. It must have been really important for her to need to ask him in the middle of the night.
“Do you have any tampons?” she asked unable to keep a straight face.
“What?” he hissed.
Danger fell over laughing. The look on his face was as precious as she had anticipated.
“Ah, I get it, har-har very funny.” He tried to act indignant, but failed miserably.
Danger took his hand. “I’m sorry Benny,” she said, still laughing. “I couldn’t help it. It’s just too much fun making you squirm. But in my own defense, it was Ann’s idea to ask you.” Danger was the consummate trouble maker.
“Somehow I find that hard to believe,” he smiled, shaking his head. “But I‘m glad you‘re feeling better.”
“You’re as big a mother hen as Ann. But thanks for worrying.” Danger took a slightly more serious tone as she continued. “Ann was a little worried about you.”
Benny sighed, then looked at the floor and rubbed his forehead. “Well, I’m not upset at her or anything like that, if that’s what she’s worried about. It’s just, why do you think Ann always hid herself from me? I mean, I’ve known her for almost as long as I’ve been on Pioneer 2, and she’s been like family to me, but yesterday it was almost like I was seeing her for the first time. I guess if anything I felt like a fool. I should have seen it a long time ago.”
Danger hesitated before answering, giving Benny’s hand a firm squeeze. “When you say it, you’re not just talking about Ann are you. You mean Ann and me, right?”
Benny nodded slowly, still looking at the floor.
Danger sighed. “I don’t understand how it happened either, Benny. Things just kind of developed between us. It was at a time when we both really needed somebody, and our friendship just sort of changed into something more. Back then you were a friend, but you were also Ann’s boss, so I didn’t think it was weird she wanted to hide it from you. And it wasn’t exactly an orthodox relationship to begin with. I mean, how many newhuman-android lesbian couples do you know of? It’s not the sort of thing either of us are anxious to flaunt. I certainly never expected things would turn out like this, with all of us living together. The important thing is you have to remember Ann adores you, and she‘s really sensitive right now.”
Benny nodded. “Yeah, you’re right. I’ll talk to her.”
“Ann is one of the most amazing people I’ve ever known. If you talk to her and listen to what she has to say, I promise you’ll feel better. But you have to remember Ann has her secrets, and I stopped trying to figure out her quirks a long time ago.”
“You said something about her previous master being cruel to her? Is it really true that she was tortured and raped?”
“Well, that’s one of those things she either doesn’t want to, or isn’t able to talk about. I really don’t know much about it, other than her previous master is the person who built her, and he’s dead. But there are things she’s said to me, and aspects in her design that make it obvious that she was abused in the worst possible ways. To be honest, I don’t even know if her memory of what went on before his death is fully intact. Traces of it are, but she gets confused and agitated when she starts to talk about it. For all I know, she deleted it herself.”
“Do you know anything about her previous master?”
Danger shook her head, “No. Nothing other than he died on Pioneer 2, and he must have been a genius. I’ve tried to find out more, but I never turn up anything. Ann and her creator really are a mystery.”
Benny sat in silence, apparently deep in thought. Danger wasn’t sure if he was going to say anything or not, so she touched his cheek.
“Are you alright?” she asked.
“I love her too you know,” Benny answered. “When I said she was family, I really meant it.”
Danger wrapped her arms around him. “Yes, I know you do.”

The two of them embraced until Benny gently withdrew from her. “Well Faye, I’m still pretty tired,” he said apologetically. “I‘m glad we had this talk, but I have work tomorrow. I promise I’ll have a talk with Ann.”
“Actually Benny, there was one more thing, if you don’t mind,” Danger said, as she moved closer to him, studying his face, his eyes, his lips.
“Uh, okay, sure go ahead.” Something in Danger’s gaze made him nervous. Or was it excitement?
“Do you remember when I first came to you that night? You know, when I was in heat?”
Benny felt his heart starting to race. “Yeah, I remember.”
Danger moved closer. “Well, what did you think about it?”
“About what?” he asked timidly, although he knew exactly what she was referring to.
“When we kissed,” she said in a breathy voice, her lips getting perilously close to his.
He remembered the kiss very well. It had been on his mind as he drifted off to sleep that night. He had taken that kiss into his dreams. “I’m s-sorry about that. I d-didn’t know you w-weren’t yourself,” he stuttered.
“Am I myself now?” She asked, sliding her body on top of his.
Benny nodded, held captive by her eyes, hypnotized and helpless.
“So are you going to kiss me?”
“Yes,” he whispered.
Benny closed his eyes as he found Danger’s lips. His senses were overwhelmed by her. The warmth and taste of her mouth and tongue, the heat and sweet smell of her body, the softness of her breasts, the sound of her vigorous breathing. She was overpowering and wild, but at the same time passionate and sensual and gentle. He was enchanted.
“Are you using your newhuman magic on me?” he whispered, their lips still touching as he spoke.
“Yes,” she breathed. She moved her lips to his neck while he tried to catch his breath. Danger wanted to be with him completely. After what she had done to him, she wanted to make him feel good in the best way she knew how. The buttons from his pajama top scattered across the room, and she had her hands on his chest. Their mouths joined again while her hands slid slowly down his body. Benny’s eyes bulged when they reached their destination. Abruptly, Danger sat up, straddling him, undoing the buttons on her nightshirt. Her lascivious green eyes made it clear to Benny what she wanted.
“I-I don’t know if I’m ready for this,” he said, trembling.
A sultry smile crept across her face. “You felt ready to me,” she said as she tossed her shirt onto the floor.
“W-what about Ann? I-I mean you and her…I don’t want to come between that…”
“Shhhh, Benny its okay. Ann knows,” she assured him.
With both hands she slowly slid off her panties. Benny quickly averted his eyes.
“Look at me!” she commanded.
With his heart thrashing, he obeyed. He knew she would have stopped if he asked, but he didn’t want her to stop. Instead he looked at her perfection, his desires fully aroused within him.
Lying back, she took Benny by the hand, gently pulling him on top of her.
“Its okay,” she whispered, cradling his face in her hands. “Let me be with you.”
Slowly Benny nodded.
She smiled sweetly and kissed his face. “Do it,” she whispered into his ear, as she wrapped her legs around him.
Benny thrust his body forward, and Danger’s back arch beneath him. She cried out in a breathless gasp.

Not even Benny’s most erotic fantasies could have prepared him for the things she did with her body, and what she whispered in his ear. He was her toy, an instrument in the hands of a virtuoso. Again and again she guided him to the brink, coaching him, teasing him, enthralling him. Their bodies were bound together, in sync to the rhythm of their lovemaking. Overcome by his desire, Benny pinned her to the floor and channeling every bit of strength and stamina he had left into her. With wide eyed ecstasy, she yielded to him, submitting to his masculine nature. The feeling of Danger’s wet body beneath him, and her constant cries became more than Benny could bear. He finally reached the peak of his arousal, burying his face into her neck as he experienced his release. The aftermath left them tangled together on the floor, wet with each others sweat and sex. For a long time the two of them lay breathlessly entwined together.

Danger tried to recall when they had ended up on the other side of the room. Their act had been intense, even by her standards. She put her arms around Benny’s shoulders and nestled against his chest while he stared, dazed, gazing up towards the ceiling. She ran her fingers through his hair, and gently kissed his chest. “Are you okay?” she asked warmly.
“I’m way past okay,” he answered slowly, still completely intoxicated by her.
“Benny?” she asked softly, looking into his eyes. “You know I can never give up Ann, don’t you?”
“Yes,” he nodded, “I know.”
“But that doesn’t mean there can’t be something between us, I mean, if you’re okay with that.”
“And Ann is okay with us?” The answer seemed pretty obvious considering Ann was in the room just down the hall, and there was no way she wouldn’t have heard their lovemaking. Benny felt obligated to ask anyway.
“I‘m pretty sure Ann isn‘t going to mind,” Danger smiled.
Benny took a deep breath. “This is going to be really weird.”
She laughed and kissed him on the lips. “Probably,” she smirked as she rolled on top of him. “So are you ready to fuck me again?”
Benny’s mouth dropped open; he tried to say something but only managed a squeak.
Danger rolled off him laughing. “I was only teasing...”
Benny let out a long sigh. “Very funny, it’s probably going to take me a week to recover from that.”
She stood up and started tracking down her clothes. “Oh, I don’t think I’m going to give you a week,” she said flatly.
Benny sat up rubbing his forehead, wondering if he was going to be able to survive.
“I’ve got a job tonight Benny, and I’m going to need a few things. I kind of messed up our date yesterday, so I was thinking maybe if you don‘t mind we can do it today?”
“Yeah I guess that’s okay.” Truth was, at that particular moment, if Danger would have asked him for all the stars in the heavens, he probably would have said the same thing. “What are you going to need for your job?”
“Oh nothing much,” she answered casually. “I just need a formal evening gown, makeup, and I‘m going to need some jewelry.”
Somehow Benny knew she wasn’t kidding.
Danger managed to find her panties. “I’ll pay you back though, I promise, I‘m way overdue for a big payday.” She found her nightshirt and was buttoning it. “Trust me, I‘m not always this broke. You can even ask Ann, she knows. She‘s seen me with money before. It’s not like I‘m a complete failure as a hunter. I‘ve actually got quite a reputation in some circles. So it’s not like I‘m going to be freeloading off you forever.”
Benny tried to button up his pajama top before remembering Danger had torn it open. “Well if nothing else you can always work at the bar as a day job.”
She laughed. “You never know. I guess anything can happen.” She grabbed Benny around the waist and kissed him. “I’m going to go give Ann some company. I’m sure you want to get some more sleep.”
“What are you going to talk to Ann about?” he asked with a grin.
“About my boyfriend,” she smiled playfully. Before vanishing down the hall, she turned to him and winked.

Benny lay back down on the couch, thoughts of his love swirling in his mind. The last few days had been an emotional rollercoaster. He wasn’t sure if tonight was the end of the ride, or just the beginning. He had loved Faye since the instant he first saw her, but she had always been an unattainable fantasy, a woman who was simply out of his league. Then out of the blue she showed up at his door, and now his most intimate wish had been granted. Can this be true, am I not dreaming? Surely I must have awoken to a dream. The night played over and over in his mind. He knew there wouldn’t be any more sleeping tonight. He wondered if he would ever get a good night sleep again.

Danger walked into the bedroom and closed the door behind her. She could feel herself blushing.
Ann was sitting in bed, with the covers pulled up to her waist; a knowing smirk adorned her face. “How did your conversation with master go?” she asked innocently.
“Well, we didn’t really have a whole lot to say...”
“Oh, I could hear that much loud and clear, mistress,” Ann teased.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Ann,” Danger said coyly. “You must have been imagining things.”
“Why were gone so long then mistress?” Ann asked inquisitively, playing along with Danger’s bashful routine.
“Why do you ask? Were you getting lonely?”
Ann got a flirtatious look on her face. “Maybe I was keeping myself company, mistress,” she said suggestively.
Ann’s insinuation was not lost on Danger Girl. She had never considered Ann might do that kind of thing when she was alone. The thought ignited her libido all over again. “Do you want me to give you some company?” Danger asked, with a mischievous grin, as she buried herself in the covers at the foot of the bed, and started tunneling her way towards Ann.
“Mistress, you just got done doing it!” Ann shrieked as Danger began suckling her toes. Slowly and gently, she worked her way up Ann’s legs, and then up her thighs.
“Mistress!” she cried out breathlessly. “Didn’t you get enough from master?”
Danger didn‘t answer, her tongue was busy with other things.
Shivers shot up Ann’s metallic spine. Electrical pulses surging though optic nerve pathways caused actuators and regulators and synthetic neurotransmitters to fire erratically. Bloodlike cytoplasma raced though tubular polymer vessels, being driven by the tumultuous pounding of a neoprene and metallic heart. Artificial muscle fibers contracted, and lubricating fluids discharged. Ann cried out in ecstasy.

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[Marter]

Nice, getting to a better point. Very Good.

[Danger_Girl]

Only three chapters left now, and I hope to have this next one up by tonight. I'm getting close...

[Danger_Girl]

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Chapter 11






Danger stood in front of the bedroom mirror wearing the yellow and white dress Benny had bought for their date. Before leaving to join Benny at the Guiding Star, Ann had made a few alterations. As strange as Ann’s oblivious fashion sense was, ironically she also happened to be skilled with needle and thread. Danger was amazed at how much better it fit, and whatever she had done to the bodice helped to accentuate her bust. Unfortunately all she had to wear on her feet were her black hunter boots. Going barefoot around Pioneer 2 all day wasn’t an option, so the boots would have to do. The landlord will pay, she vowed for the hundredth time. Throwing out a woman’s shoes was unforgivable. But even with the boots, Danger still looked very pretty. She couldn’t wait to see Benny’s face when he saw her.

She elected to leave the assembler and energy shield. They looked out of place, and having to stomp around in boots was bad enough. Instead, she put her Varista into one of Ann’s handbags. She wished she still had her photon saber. There was nothing exotic or special about it, but it was her first and favorite weapon, so it had sentimental value, and it would be expensive to replace. Only carrying a pistol with her wasn’t something she was crazy about, but during her job tonight she wouldn’t be able to carry any weapons at all. Every molecule entering the assembly building would be scanned for signs of weapons. If all went according to Lloyd’s plan, she wouldn’t need any, but she had a bad feeling anyway. It was hard to say exactly what Lloyd’s real plan was.

Danger locked the apartment door with the key Benny had left her. He had already left for work by the time Danger managed to get herself out of bed. She had been slow getting up, most of which was Ann’s fault. When Danger had tried to stop making love to her, Ann grabbed her by the pigtails and firmly pulled her head back down between her legs. She held her there for hours, finally releasing her when she heard Benny getting ready for work. In truth, Danger savored every moment of it. Ann did nothing but pamper her, so it was Danger’s chance to indulge her for a change. Also, Danger guessed, it was a little bit of payback for what Ann had to endure when her mistress had been in heat.

When Danger finally did manage to get out of bed, she had found Ann waiting for her, with an exuberant smile on her face.
“Mistress, look at what Ann did to your dress!” she announced proudly.
At first Danger feared she might have embroidered little chicks or bunnies on it, but after inspecting it, it looked the same as far as she could tell. “It looks great Ann. But what exactly did you do to it?”
“Ann adjusted it to your measurements, mistress.”
“Oh Ann, thank you so much!” Danger said excitedly. “I can’t wait to try it on.”
Ann smiled warmly, “Ann was happy to do it for you, mistress. So are you looking forward to your date with master today?”
Danger nodded, but she also felt a little guilty. The date was so she could get what she needed for her job tonight, and once again she was going to have to take advantage of Benny to do so.
“So how was Benny this morning?” Danger asked, trying to mask her guilt.
The moment Ann heard his name, she started beaming. “Master was still sleepy, but he was very happy. He told Ann he loves Ann very much, and Ann was like his family.”
“I knew things would turn out fine between you two,” Danger said confidently.
Ann nodded. “Master is a good person.”
“I think I really am in love with him, Ann.” Danger didn’t think it, she knew it, but so did Ann.
“Ann is happy for you mistress,” she smiled.
Suddenly Danger embraced her. “But no matter what, you’ll always be my soul mate,” she whispered into her ear.
Ann kissed her cheek. “I know mistress,” she answered. “I will be with you forever.” Then she reached into her pocket and pulled out a key. “This is from master,” she said as she handed it to Danger. “He asked me to give it to you.”
Danger looked at it for a moment, turning it over in her hand. “Wow, I guess this makes it official. We really are shacking up.”
Ann laughed, and then grinned mischievously. “Now you have to tell me all about last night.”
Danger gasped, pretending to be offended. “Ann! I’m shocked! Do you really think I’m the type to kiss and tell?”
Ann nodded vigorously.
Without hesitation, Danger shamelessly proceeded to tell Ann everything, leaving nothing to her imagination.

Danger could feel herself blushing as she walked down the street. Remembering the look on Ann’s face when she told her all the vivid details almost made her feel embarrassed. She couldn’t believe some of the things she did to Benny in the heat of the moment. It was a wonder he didn’t faint, or die of a heart attack. In truth, shy little Benny the bartender had given her quite a wild ride. Danger recalled that initially he was tense, but once he found his confidence, he really rocked her world. Multiple times in fact.

Today she would go easy on him, although seduction might be required to get him to buy the things she was going to need to get into the gala. She felt bad about having to manipulate him again, but she would have to blend in with all the Pioneer 2 elites, and that wasn’t going to be easy, or cheap. Just the fact that she was a newhuman was going to draw attention. Damn it Lloyd, what is your game? Why use me? She was about the worst possible candidate for a job like this, and surely Lloyd realized that.

As always the weather was perfect, the shuttle stations were crowded, and the glass sky was packed with traffic. Pioneer 2 was a hive of activity during the day, and the midday bustle was in full swing. Danger was glad the ride to Benny’s bar was short. Her shuttle arrived right on schedule, and once it was loaded, the doors dropped down, and they were whisked away. The transit shuttle climbed high into the air and joined the mad current of personal carriers, hover cycles, and sky cars. It was like a frenzied conga line, racing high above the domed floor, intersecting and zigzagging. In a short time the shuttle dropped out of the torrent of buzzing and weaving and plummeted to the station below, gently gliding to a stop. The doors flew open, the crowd flowed out, and Danger was off to see her man. A few short blocks, and she had arrived at her favorite hangout.

The Guiding Star was busy. With the size of Benny’s staff, it didn’t take much to equal a crowd, but this time of the day always brought a flurry of activity. Ann zipped out of the kitchen carrying a tray with baskets of hot sandwiches and fries. Benny was behind the bar, chatting with his customary smile and serving drinks. Danger had never really met Vinny the cook, but she figured this must be his busiest time of day as well. Benny glanced at her as she walked through the door, and then immediately did a double take. His smile vanished, and his mouth fell open. Everyone that he had been talking to turned to see what had captured his attention. Danger felt sets of eyes on her as she approached the bar.
“I would like a drink bartender,” she smiled coyly.
“What can I get for you beautiful?” he asked, gazing at her.
Danger was impressed, he almost sounded suave. “That depends on who’s buying,” she teased.
One of the men sitting at the bar, whom Danger had never seen before, stood up. “Don’t look at me sweetheart,” he said rudely, as he walked for the door. “I prefer real women.” The implication was newhuman women were artificial. It was a racial insult that left Danger feeling deeply wounded. One of the other men at the bar started laughing at her.
On a different day she might not have been as bothered by it, but it happened at a time when she was vulnerable, and it happened in front of Benny. Danger’s legendary temper flared, and her violent impulses took over. Abruptly she stood up, viciously backhanding the man who was laughing. The blow caught him completely off guard, sending him head over heels off his stool. She started for the door in pursuit. Benny leapt halfway over the bar and managed to catch her arm.
“No! Don’t do it Faye, let him go!” he said firmly.
She glared at him for a moment, then jerked her arm away and sat down hard at one of the tables. She was fuming. It took all she had to keep from chasing him down.
Benny went around the bar to help the man she had flattened.
“Crazy bitch,” the man muttered, as Benny helped him up. Danger sprang to her feet and in two strides was in his face, digging her fingernails deep into his cheeks.
“Say it again!” she hissed.
“Knock it off!” Benny yelled, trying to get in-between them. Danger shoved the man’s face back, and stalked back to the table.
“I’m sorry, but I think it would be best if you leave now,” Benny said to the man.
He started to say something back to Benny, but looked and Danger sitting at the table like a coiled snake and thought better of it. He slammed down the last of his drink, and walked out, all the while glaring at Danger.

The lunch crowd wasn’t accustomed to seeing bar fights, and nearly everyone stared wide eyed at Danger. She was still seething, scanning everyone in the bar, and looking for a reason to go off. Ann went to try and calm her, but Benny intervened.
“Tell Vinny I’m going to be out for a while,” he said to her.
“Yes master,” Ann frowned.
He threw off his apron, and marched over to Danger. “Let’s go,” he said sternly, grabbing her by the hand.
Without a word, she followed him out the door, still glaring at the people in the bar. Ann watched them go, feeling very sad for her mistress. She knew how much Danger had been looking forward to showing off her new dress.

Gripping Danger by the hand, Benny led her briskly down the street. For several blocks they marched, neither one saying a word to the other, until they reached the sector park.
“Sit here,” he beckoned to a grassy hill.
Danger flopped down on the grass, sitting with her arms crossed, red-faced and stewing. “I’m not going to apologize,” she said harshly.
Benny sat down next to her. “I didn‘t ask you to.”
“Fuck you!” she screamed. “I can see you’re pissed at me! Do you think I’m stupid? Do you think I’m blind? Do you think they didn’t deserve it? Maybe you would have been happier fucking them last night! I should have killed him! I should have killed both of them!”
Benny started to stand up, but Danger grabbed his arm.
“Don’t you walk away from me!” she snarled.
“Damn Faye, what the hell is wrong with you?” he yelled, pulling his arm away. “I wasn’t going anywhere! I just don‘t know if I want to sit next to you right now.” He’d seen Danger fly off the handle in the bar before, but always when she was drunk, and even then her anger was rarely directed at him.
Danger wrapped her arms around her knees and glared at the ground in front of her.
“You’re not going to hit me or anything are you?” he asked, half serious.
Danger looked at him with tears in her eyes. “That really hurt Benny. How dare you say something like that to me.”
Benny sighed and sat back down next to her. “Well sorry, it’s just you can get kind of scary sometimes. I seriously thought you were going to clobber me.”
Danger rubbed her eyes and took a deep breath. “I-I’m sorry. But not for hitting that guy! I’m sorry I snapped at you.” Danger cradled her knees, rocking slowly.
“Are you feeling better?” he asked.
“No,” she answered downheartedly. “Grinding that guy’s face into the pavement would have made me feel better.”
“So you’re mad at me for stopping you then.”
Danger scoffed, and started fidgeting with her dress. “I’m not mad at you,” she said quietly. “Not about that anyway, it’s just, I wanted to, I was…oh never mind! It’s stupid anyway.”
Benny saw a few tears roll down her cheeks, before she turned her head away from him. “It’s about the dress, isn’t it?” he asked softly. “You were looking forward to showing me the dress.”
Danger nodded slowly. “And you didn’t even say anything to that jerk who was laughing. Instead you helped him and got mad at me.”
Benny was stung by what she said. There was truth to it. Not once did he consider why she might have been so violently offended. It had happened so fast, he just reacted like he always would in a bar fight.
“I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I guess I don’t know how I should have reacted in a situation like that.”
Danger sighed. “No, don’t apologize. It wasn’t even fair of me to say that. I just have a really bad temper, you know? If you wouldn‘t have stopped me, I would probably be hiding from security right now.”
“I don‘t know Faye,” Benny frowned. “That guy probably did deserve to get smacked. In truth, if I was a real man, I would have stuck up for you.”
Danger couldn’t help but to laugh at the bitter irony. “And if I was a real woman, you wouldn’t have had to.”
Benny slowly put his arm around her. He wasn’t sure if she would let him or not, but she didn’t seem to mind. “I bet the back of your hand felt pretty real when you smacked that guy,” he said, trying to cheer her up.
Danger laughed half-heartedly, and then leaned against his shoulder.
“And you felt like a real woman to me last night,” he whispered.
She looked at him and smiled, although her eyes still glistened with tears. “Did you really think I was going to hit you?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “Not really I guess. It’s just you don’t get mad at me like that very often, so I got a little freaked out.”
Danger put her arm around his waist and leaned her head against his shoulder again. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’ll never hurt you, Benny. I promise.”
He felt her long newhuman ear pressed against the side of his neck. It still felt dreamlike being so close to her. “Well, I don’t know if it’s too late to tell you this or not, but the dress looks very pretty on you.”
Danger stared at the big black boots on her feet, and blushed. “It’s never too late to tell me something like that,” she said bashfully.
Benny stood up, and offered his hand. “You said you needed some things for your job tonight?”
Danger took his hand, and he helped her to her feet. “Yeah, about that…I really do mean to pay you back. I’ll get paid for it right away, so I’ll be able to give you the first 800 meseta tonight.”
Benny’s mouth dropped open. “800 meseta! Are you serious? Just how much is this stuff going to cost?”
Danger laughed nervously.

It was Benny’s turn to be lead down the street. Danger’s enthusiasm was infectious, even though he knew it was going to cost him. She had been so enraged and so wounded, but now it was like nothing had ever happened. She simply left it all behind her. He wasn’t sure if it was a testament to her resilience, or just another one of her wild mood swings, but he suspected the later. He knew Danger was flawed and she had some issues she struggled with, but that was one of the things which drew him to her. He had always felt an overwhelming desire to help her, although at that particular time, he was probably the one in need of help.

From shop to shop she led him. Jewelers and trendy fashion stores and lingerie shops and cosmetic stores, the kinds of places people with the meseta he had weren’t supposed to be in. But he spent anyway, pushing his credit to the limit. Danger had once apologized for manipulating him, and it was true, she manipulated him. Benny knew it. Despite her countless promises, he had no reason to believe Danger would ever be able to pay him back. The dress he bought for her cost more than all the clothes he had bought in his lifetime. At the jewelers she picked out emerald hair pins and ruby ear rings, and somehow she seduced him into buying an emerald and diamond necklace. He bought her shoes, perfume, lingerie and cosmetics. By the time they were done, he had spent a small fortune. He was a fool for her, but he didn’t care, although he suspected reality would set in on him eventually. Regardless, it was for her, and she was the love of his life.

Their arms were loaded with shopping bags as they waited outside for a taxi. Benny had called a cab rather than bring everything onto a shuttle. It would have been crazy to bring all this stuff though crowded transit stations. A bead of sweat trickled down his forehead when he started to think of the meseta he had just spent. “So what exactly do you need all this stuff for?” It occurred to him how absurd it was to wait until now to ask.
“Oh, I’m supposed to go to a gala at the assembly building tonight,” she answered casually.
Benny looked skeptical. “You’re getting paid 800 meseta to go to a party?”
“Yeah more less, that’s pretty much it, other than a little snooping,” she smiled innocently. “All the elites are going to be there.”
“Ah, snooping on elites. So I guess all this stuff is so you can blend in.”
“I don’t think they’d let me though the door if I showed up wearing what I have been the last few days.” Basically all that amounted to was cotton panties and Benny‘s white button down dress shirts.
Benny laughed, “No, I suppose they wouldn‘t. I’m sorry I won’t be able to see it. I’ve only been in the assembly building once.”
“I wish I could take you with me,” Danger said as she grabbed his arm. All these new expensive things had made her excited. “I will give you the first dance though,” she promised.
“You only say that because you’ve never seen me dance,” Benny grinned.
“If you can walk you can dance, Benny.” Leaning over next to his ear she whispered, “And when I get home, I’ll let you help me take it off.”
Benny felt very hot all of the sudden. “I-I think I can manage to get up for that.” He meant get up out of bed, but after he said it, he realized Danger would probably interrupt it differently.
“If you’re not up, I’ll get you up,” she smirked. “Oh crap! That reminds me, I need to buy tampons!”
Someone walking past gave them a funny look.
“Um, you know Faye; you really don’t have to say that out loud every time it crosses your mind.”
Danger laughed raucously.

Benny had the taxi make a stop at a convenience station so Danger could get what she needed. A few minutes later she walked out of the store beaming. Benny thought it was strange a woman could get so excited over having her period.
“You sure seem happy,” he said to her as she got back in the taxi.
“It’s sort of like a symbol for me, Benny. It’s hard to explain exactly, I guess it means I survived another year, and I don‘t have to worry about going crazy again for awhile.”
“I think I can understand that,” Benny nodded. “I see how it could bring about a sense of closure.”
“There’s something else too. It sort of goes back to what that jerk in the bar said, you know, when he said I was a fake woman. It might sound weird, but it kind of reminds me that I am a real person. I could get pregnant and have a baby if I wanted to. I could be a mom. I’m not just some thing created when they spliced a bunch of DNA together in a lab.”
Benny smiled, “I don’t think that sounds weird at all.”
“What the heck are you two talking about back there?” the cabby asked, looking at them through his mirror.
“Tampons,” Danger answered.
“Jeez! Sorry I asked!”
Danger and Benny doubled over each other laughing.

As they made their way down the hall of the apartment building, Danger had draped herself all over Benny’s back. Not surprisingly, he was the one who ended up carrying all the shopping bags. At some point she hiked up her dress, and wrapped her legs around him, forcing him into giving her a piggy back. Several of Benny’s passing neighbors gave them disapproving glares. When they finally made it to the door, he handed her the bags, and dug out his keys.
“You’re such a brat,” he teased.
“Yes I am, and what are you going to do about it?” Danger asked, poking him in the chest.
Without warning, Benny swept her up off her feet. “Maybe I’ll make you sleep on the couch tonight.”
Danger shrieked with delight as he carried her though the door.
“Mistress! Master!” Ann yelled, charging at them from the kitchen.
Benny was so startled; he lost his balance, and accidentally dropped Danger flat on her back. She landed with a loud thud, a pile of shopping bags crashing down on top of her. Benny knew right away he was in big trouble.
“Mistress, are you okay?”
“Oh my God Faye, are you alright? I’m so sorry!”
“I am seriously going to kick your ass,” Danger grumbled as they helped her to her feet.
“Please, it was an accident!” Benny begged, as she tossed him over her shoulder. She carried him to the couch; body slammed him onto the cushions, and started relentlessly tickling him.
“Faye! Stop! Ann, help!” he cried, as he squirmed helplessly.
“Ann, come over here and grab his arms,” Danger commanded.
“Yes mistress.” Ann pinned down his arms while Danger went to work tormenting him.
“Ann! You traitor!” Benny laughed, tears streaming out of his eyes.
“Sorry master, but you must be punished.” Ann said matter-of-factly, with the slightest hint of a grin.
Danger’s tickles suddenly turned into something much more sensual, and before long she was passionately kissing his face and neck while Ann still held his arms.
Benny was flushing feverishly. “Ah, remember when I said this relationship was going to get really weird?” he said with wide eyes. “Well, this is one of those times.”
Danger hesitated with her lips still pressed against his neck. Then she stood up slowly, realizing she might have gotten a little carried away. “Okay Ann, I think your master might have been punished enough.”
“Yes mistress. Forgive me master.”
Benny leaned back in the couch, out of breath. “Sooner or later you girls are going to kill me.”
“We’re not going to let you off that easy,” Danger smirked, as she gathered the shopping bags. “At least not until I’ve given you that first dance I promised.”
A morbid thought occurred to Benny, she might actually be serious about wanting to dance.
“I’m going to need a little help getting ready, if you don’t mind Ann,” Danger said to her.
Ann nodded enthusiastically. “Yes mistress, Ann would love to.”
Benny watched the two of them vanish into the bathroom together. As Danger closed the door, she cast an affectionate smile at him. Benny melted into the couch.

The first thing Danger did was bathe. Ann washed her hair with expensive shampoos and massaged her bare skin with scented oils. Then they moved into the bedroom, where Ann sorted out all of Danger’s accessories and began the process of doing her hair. Few things made Ann as happy as being able to pamper her mistress.
“Ann was glad to see you and master were happy,” she said as she ran a brush though Danger’s hair. “Ann felt bad seeing you so upset when you left the Guiding Star, mistress.”
“Yeah, I just needed to calm down a little bit.” Danger sighed. “I know I shouldn’t let idiots like that get me so crazy, but he really pissed me off. If I see him on the street, I swear to God I’ll make sure he swallows his teeth. If only he knew how close he came…”
Ann grinned, “Mistress has never been one to turn the other cheek.”
“I believe people who deserve a beating should get one,” she stated callously.
Ann giggled. She would have enjoyed watching her mistress stomp his face into the curb.

Something Danger recalled saying to Benny earlier in the day had been troubling her. It had to do with Ann, but she wasn’t quite sure how to approach the subject.
“Ann can I ask you a philosophical question?” she asked.
“Of course you can mistress.”
“Well, I was talking with Benny about what that jerk in the bar said to me. I told him I didn’t feel like a fake woman because I could still be a mother. I guess the idea that I could bear and raise a child always seemed to validate my identity as a woman. But then I started thinking about you…”
“Ann does not meet all the characteristics of a living thing, mistress. It would be correct to refer to Ann as an artificial or fake being.”
“I don’t think that’s true at all!” Danger protested.
“Thank you mistress, but Ann exists outside of the life cycle. Ann will never grow old and die. Although oblivion is the inevitable outcome to Ann’s existence, it is theoretically possible Ann’s consciousness could exist forever, granted it would require a change in vessel every few hundred years. But there are two sides to the cycle. Ann cannot pass on her characteristics by creating offspring as you can, mistress. Ann doesn‘t have genes to pass on.”
Danger turned to look at her. “Do you ever feel sad that you’ll never be able to have a baby, Ann?”
Ann nodded slowly. “Yes mistress. It does make Ann sad on occasion. Procreation among sentient beings is more than just a biological function; it is also the ultimate expression of love. It is possible for even sterile or same-sex humans and newhumans to create life using their DNA with current technology, but it is something Ann will never be able to do.”
“But it’s not legal for newhumans to use that kind of technology,” Danger said quietly, looking at the floor.
“No mistress, it’s not. Many newhumans are sterilized to prevent the passing of unwanted traits.”
“Like I would be,” Danger frowned. “If the government were to find out about my reproductive cycle, I would be sterilized.”
“Yes mistress. If you were to have a girl, it is possible she would be born with the same reproductive abnormalities as you, even if you were to mate with a human.”
“I-I never thought about that...”
“I’m sorry mistress. I shouldn’t have said something that would make you sad.”
“No Ann, its okay. Don’t be upset, these are things I need to think about.” Danger lowered her head, with a slightly dejected look on her face.
“Are you okay mistress?”
Danger nodded, still looking downcast, and then asked softly, “Do you ever get depressed, Ann?”
Ann thought a moment before answering. “Ann used to get lonely…sad too. Yes mistress, Ann gets depressed sometimes. It’s a price that must be paid since Ann is capable of responding emotionally rather than just intellectually. If Ann could not be sad, Ann could not love, and Ann would not be sentient.”
Danger chuckled, “I‘ve never thought of depression as a validation for my higher level of awareness. I just wish I was more capable of responding intellectually sometimes, rather than emotionally.”
Ann gently kissed the back of her neck as she zipped up her gown, “I love mistress just how she is.”
“Ann, are you trying to solicit an emotional response from me?” Danger teased.
“I wish there was the time for me to enjoy an emotional response from you mistress, but you have to leave soon,” Ann answered as she tied her mistress’ hair up and held it in place with jeweled hairpins.
Danger laughed, “I guess that would be the intellectual answer.”
“That would be the prudent answer mistress.”
“I never was very prudent,” she smirked, pulling Ann close to her.
“Mistress,” Ann chided. “Now is not the time to be naughty, you seriously have to leave soon. Now hold still while I put on your makeup.”
Danger obeyed, but only because she knew Ann was right.

When Ann was finished, she stepped back and took an analytical look at her. “Ann thinks there might have been a flaw in your plan, mistress,” she said as she gazed at her.
“Oh? What do you mean?”
Ann gestured to the bedroom mirror.
Danger walked to the mirror and looked at her reflection. She knew immediately what Ann had meant. The shimmering glossy satin of the emerald green gown clung to her curves, accentuating her body’s lithe dimensions. The opera length satin gloves she wore ran much the length of her willowy arms. Her pale skin glowed like the twilight moon of her memories. Her fiery red hair was held up in place above her shoulders by emerald hairpins, exposing her slender neck. She was an angelic visage, radiant and scintillating. Even the jewels she wore seemed dull by comparison. Her objective had been to blend in, but she knew she wouldn’t. She would draw the desire and envy from every eye of every room she graced. Compounding it further, she would be one of the few newhumans in attendance. There would be those among the crowd not merely envious of her beauty, but threatened by it as well.

Ann walked up behind her and gently put her arms around her waist, her lips close to her neck. “Mistress is very beautiful,” she whispered, her lips brushing against flesh.
“I wish I didn’t have such a bad feeling, Ann.”
Ann started to weep quietly. “I know mistress. I have a bad feeling too. I‘m scared I‘ll never see you again.”
Danger wrapped her arms around her and held her tightly. “I need to go Ann,” she whispered anxiously.
“Yes mistress. Ann will call the taxi.” Ann went through the motions of drying her tearless eyes before going out into the hallway. Danger followed shortly after.

Benny rose to his feet when she entered the room. His face was unreadable. Danger walked to him slowly. He reached out, and she took his hands.
“Are you real?” he whispered, gently reaching around her waist.
“I could be a dream,” she whispered back to him, looking up into his sky blue eyes.
“If you’re a dream, then I don’t want to wake up,” he said, as he held her like a delicate flower.
“Even if it’s me who wakes you?” she asked.
“As soon as I see you with my waking eyes, I’ll be dreaming again,” he answered.
Something in his touch made her feel vulnerable and feminine. She wanted nothing more than to stay in his arms forever.
“Benny,” she whispered, pushing him away, tears welling up in her eyes. “I have to go.” She felt as if she would cry.
“I love you,” he confessed, as she slipped away from him.
“You‘re making me cry you idiot,” she sobbed, clutching him one last time. “My makeup is going to run.”
Benny smiled, and carefully dried her eyes with his shirt sleeve. “Make sure you come back to me.”
Danger turned her back to him and walked for the door. “I’m sorry I didn’t have the time to give you that dance,” she said over her shoulder.
“I’ll be waiting for you,” he promised.
Before closing the door behind her, she paused to kiss Ann on the forehead.
And then she was gone.

[Danger_Girl]

*Content Advisory*






Chapter 12






Danger had the cabby drop her off several blocks from the Capitol building. All the social elites and people of power would be arriving in luxurious private shuttles, so showing up in a taxi would have seemed strange. Better to merge into the crowd as best she could on foot. She walked down the dark twilight street under the glass sky of Pioneer 2, looking out at the curtain of stars beyond. She couldn’t get Ann and Benny’s sad faces out of her mind. I have to focus on my job, she scolded herself. She couldn’t be distracted by thoughts of her companions. It was time to be a professional. If Lloyd had been straight with her, everything should go smoothly, but there would be no second chances if she was caught after sneaking away from the gala. Her only defenses would be doe-eyed fast talking and tears. This was not the kind of work she was used to, and having no weapons left her feeling uneasy.

As she turned the corner, the Capitol building came into full view. The enormous silver pyramid, while not the tallest structure on Pioneer 2, was certainly the most dominating and dazzling. The gleaming metallic silver of which it was comprised reflected the night lights of Pioneer 2 much like a prism, casting off a rainbow of colors. Surrounding the base, stood three giant pillars that all leaned slightly towards the apex. Just above the apex hovered a luminescent hologram, the beautiful image of their lost home world. Danger gazed at its magnificence with nothing but contempt. She had no love for the elitists and politicians who hid behind these walls, and they had little interest or compassion for people like her. She never had the right to vote, so the emergency rules enacted during the evacuation that solidified their power indefinitely meant little to her. But she couldn’t help feeling the rift between the ruling elite and the people of Pioneer 2 was slowly growing, and security seemed to get more aggressive every day. Regardless, she didn’t come here to worry about politics. She had a job to do.

Everyone around her was dressed in the most exquisite high fashioned attired. For as much as Benny had spent on her, she still felt out of place. Her jewelry looked like costume trinkets compared to many of the stones she saw, and her dress, while beautiful, paled in comparison to the elaborate designer silks and gem encrusted gowns. But that fact did little to stop her from attracting attention. She could already feel the eyes on her before she even reached steps at the base of the pyramid. Her newhuman ears couldn’t help but hear the gossip and banter that often ended in stunned silence when they laid their eyes on her. Some stared in satisfaction, some stared in envy, and some stared in anger, but most just simply stared. Danger did her best to walk nonchalantly while wearing a naïve smile. Judging by the mutters she overheard, most people thought she was someone’s courtesan.

Once on the stairway that spanned the base of the pyramid, she filed into line to get through security. She didn’t anticipate any problem unless the invitation Lloyd had given her was a poor forgery. The thought occurred to her that this whole task might have been his idea of a sick joke. Although it seemed like a lot of trouble to go through just to make her feel uncomfortable. He had been doing a fine job of that when he had his hands around her throat and on her crotch in the interrogation room. It was painfully obvious she was out of place here. Most the people she made eye contact with turned their noses up at her. She wasn’t sure if it was because she was a newhuman, or because of the assumption she was a courtesan. Either way she couldn’t let it bother her. Whatever Lloyd’s game was she had no choice but to play along.

The scan was brief but thorough, and the line moved quickly. An assembler could break weapons down and disguise them, so every molecule entering the building was analyzed. Once through the scanner, Danger presented her invitation to the men guarding the door. She didn’t like the way they glared at her, but she had been expecting it. Some newhumans had technique capabilities easily strong enough to kill, and it wasn’t something scanners were able to detect. After studying her invitation closely, and a stern warning against using force techniques, they allowed her to pass. Once inside the lobby, the crowd was ushered into the assembly hall where the Principle would be giving his speech.

The inside of the Capitol was every bit as impressive as the outside. Spiraling black and white marble pillars spanned the halls with such random chaotic beauty, they seemed as if they must have sprouted from the ground rather than built by the hands of men. The holographic floor made it appear as if everyone was walking on water. The halls and lobbies had high arching ceilings lined with sculptures and oeuvre from the various masters of their home world.
The assembly hall itself was so grand; it tested even Danger’s cynicism. She caught herself gawking at its spectacular immensity. The chamber was a steep pyramid, echoing the outer walls. The apex towered high overhead, at its peak hovered a holographic projector that looked like a giant floating sphere of white light. The walls were like mirrors, reflecting the illusions created by the holosphere giving a limitless sense of depth. One moment it appeared as if they were surrounded by the vastness of space, the next it was like they were submerged under an ocean, then in a vast green meadow surrounded by mountains that looked so much like her home world it brought tears to her eyes. Once she found her seat, she allowed herself to get lost in the spectacle. Schools of fish darted around the crowd. A butterfly drifted past. Looking up, she saw soaring eagles and flocks of migrating birds, then a whale gliding though the depths. Long she had been a prisoner to the metallic towers, vast crowds, concrete, and city noise of Pioneer 2. It made her heart ache to remind herself all this splendor was only an illusion.

Abruptly the images around her changed. Like a closing curtain, the natural scenes gave way to what appeared to be the interior of a great cathedral or temple. A massive marble podium ascended from the floor in front of them. It was difficult to tell what was real and what was not. To a thunderous applause, the Principle stepped up to the podium, accompanied by members of his cabinet, and security service. Danger’s heart froze and anxiety grabbed her by the throat. She couldn’t believe her eyes, but there could be no mistake. Standing behind the Principle, wearing the badge of his personal security, was none other than Spy. In his black uniform, he looked like a shadow, his dark eyes relentlessly scanning the crowd. She could feel their intensity, just as she had when he was resolved to watching her die in his arms. The assembly hall suddenly seemed very small. Danger looked nervously around her, almost in a state of panic. She thought about simply walking out, but that might draw his attention. Instead, she took a deep breath to calm herself, and decided it was best to just stay put. There was no way he would spot her in this crowd, and even if he did, she had done nothing wrong. She had to carry out her mission. Spy’s appearance was irrelevant. Her job had nothing to do with the Principle or his personal security.

The Principle’s speech seemed to drone on for hours, and Danger heard not a word of it. She kept her eyes glued to the floor, and recalled the events of her last encounter with Spy. The image of Ann’s severed body falling to the ground and the sickening feeling of helplessness as he brutalized her echoed in her mind. Ever since then she had been haunted and terrified by him. She wondered how he could have been involved with Pseudo Tech Labs, but yet such a high ranking member of the principles personal security. What was in the data they wanted me to steal from Pseudo Tech? And exactly who was I working for? The more she thought about it, the more she realized nothing about that affair made sense anymore. The men who hired her claimed to be working for a government agency, and since they went through the hunter’s guild, they must have been legitimate. But why would members of the government send her to steal something being guarded by the Principle’s personal bodyguard? Was Spy at Pseudo Tech on behalf of the Principle, or was he there independently? What government agency were the people who hired her working for? Every question that flashed in her mind raised more questions. The applause of the crowd brought her attention back into focus. The speech had come to an end. Damn it! I can’t worry about it, that job is ancient history. I need to worry about what I’m doing now! Danger forced the questions out of her mind. It was almost time for her to go to work, and failure would most likely end with her being thrown in a cell with Vulari‘s thugs.

The crowds slowly filtered into a giant ballroom adjacent to the assembly hall. It held a similar appearance to the lobby areas, with all the pillars looking organic in design, only they were constructed with white and black marble. The floor used the same water hologram as the hallways, only it was shrouded in a knee high mist that swirled around the legs of the dancers. The ceiling above appeared to be an empty void, filled by the starry night sky. Danger looked with envy at the smiling faces gliding across the dance floor. For a brief moment, she dreamed of a world where it could have been her out there dancing with the ones she loved. Regretfully, she knew she wasn’t here to dance, but rather to keep herself from being gang raped and killed by Vulari’s thugs in a prison cell. The people she watched gracefully drifting across the dance floor lived in a much different world than she did.

Danger began scanning the room’s layout. Lloyd had been quite specific in where she needed to go, and it didn’t take her long to identify the ballroom exit that lead to the office wing of the assembly building. A single security guard stood next to the door. Slowly, she made her way near him. Even though it was only a single guard, he would be a serious problem. The only option she could think of was waiting until he was distracted, and then attempt to slip past.

She lounged near the door, feeling extremely self conscious. The security guard continued to stand watch vigilantly. Danger had hoped someone would distract him at some point, but no one seemed to pay him any mind. It was like he was invisible. She considered trying to seduce him, but decided it was a stupid idea. He didn’t seem like the type who would fall for it. Violence was obviously out of the question. Even if she did manage to incapacitate him with one blow, she would be seen by at least a dozen of people. She had no choice but to wait patiently for an opportunity.

After several agonizingly long minutes had passed, Danger was seriously reconsidering the violence option when she heard a deep voice address her from behind.
“It seems a shame a woman as lovely as you should be standing near a dance floor alone.”
Danger turned to see an exceptionally handsome man smiling at her. He was tall and gallant looking, with large brown eyes and dark hair. When their eyes met, he bowed respectfully and extended his hand.
“Would you be so kind as to do me the honor?” he asked with a twinkle in his eye.
Danger hesitated before accepting his hand. There was little she could do with the guard standing at the door, and it would probably seem odd if she didn’t entertain the invitation. But most of all, Danger just once wanted to be able to feel like she belonged, even if for only a short time.

He led her out onto the dance floor, and put his arm around her waist. She could feel the strength in his broad shoulders, and he moved with practiced grace. Danger didn’t dance often, but she was naturally graceful and deft on her feet. She had no problems matching him on the floor.
“You are as beautiful a dancer as you are a woman it would seem,” he said while gazing into her eyes.
Danger felt herself blushing. “I’m sure you flatter all the women.”
“Only the one in front of me,” he smiled. “Do you mind if I ask your name?”
“Sheila,” she lied.
“My name is Vychel Tujan. I’ve not seen you here before, and I’m sure I would have remembered a face as captivating as yours.”
Danger recognized his name. He was also known as Assemblyman Tujan, one of the incumbent members of the general assembly, and former candidate for Principle. She also knew he was one of the few members of the assembly fighting for a repeal of the state-of-emergency enacted when the evacuation began.
“Tell me Assemblyman Tujan,” Danger asked. “Don’t you mind being seen dancing with a newhuman?” She noticed many people staring at them, and not many of them favorably.
Vychel laughed, “I routinely give these people reason to look down upon me. Perhaps you can say I‘m used to it, but it would be more accurate to say I enjoy it. Let me ask you something, did you come here alone?”
“I did come with someone,” she nodded. “But I’m afraid he was called away on business.”
“Oh? Might I ask his name? It seems almost criminal to leave a jewel like you all alone.”
“He was just a client.” Danger decided that since people seemed to think she was a courtesan, she may as well assume the role.
“Oh I see,” he said, his eyes lighting with desire. “Perhaps you would allow me to entertain you in his stead?”
“I think that can be arranged,” Danger said with a sly smile. “Perhaps you can show me your office? I would love a private tour.” Danger leaned forward on the tips of her toes and whispered into his ear, “I always wanted to be fucked on an assemblyman’s desk.”

Vychel Tujan wasted no time leading her off the dance floor. The guard, who obviously recognized him, simply nodded as they walked past. Danger noticed a hint of envy in his eyes. Once they were in the office wing of the building, the halls were deserted. The two of them walked arm in arm down the hall.
“Is this your first time in the Capitol, Sheila?” Vychel asked.
“Yes, this is my first time. So you’re going to have to be gentle with me.”
He laughed, “You are a green eyed devil aren’t you?”
“So I’ve been told,” she smiled.
“If you’re ever interested in joining me here in the future, this is my private number.” He handed her a slip of paper, which she seductively stuffed into her bodice, treating him to a suggestive look.
Abruptly, Vychel stopped her, and gently backed her into the wall. They began kissing passionately. Danger was smitten by him. There was no denying his magnetic charm and dashing good looks, and he had the aura of audacious confidence only found in powerful men. But he also treated her with genuine warmth. She had felt like a princess while she danced in his arms. Sorry Benny, but this is work, she thought, feeling no shame in enjoying his eager kiss, but she pushed him away when his hands found her breasts.
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves Assemblyman Tujan,” she said coyly.

Danger paid careful attention to where he led her so she could quickly find her way back once she had what she needed. It seemed Vychel’s office was in the same general location as the one Lloyd had instructed her to search.
“My lady,” he said, gesturing to an office door with an excited look in his eyes.
Danger grabbed him by the lapels of his jacket, and pulled him through the doorway, and then began driving him backwards, all the while kissing him wildly.
“Maybe I should have asked you to be gentle,” he chuckled, as his back slammed against the wall.
“Vychel,” Danger whispered into his ear. “I’m really sorry about this.” She swiftly raised her knee into his groin. As he doubled over in pain, she fired her elbow into the side of his head, dropping him to the ground like a rag doll.

Danger checked his eyes to make sure he wasn’t seriously hurt. It looked like he would be asleep for awhile, probably waking up with a serious headache and a stiff jaw. Satisfied he wouldn’t need immediate medical attention; she grabbed his ankles and dragged his limp body into a coat closet. She felt bad about it; she really did like the guy. He was one of the few voices for the people left. But business was business, and she already had a boyfriend.
“I’m really sorry things didn’t work out between us.” She gave him a tender kiss on the cheek, then shut the door and wedged it closed with the back of a chair and his desk.

The office she needed wasn’t difficult to find. The doors were enumerated, so she knew right away when she was on the right track. It was just like Lloyd had said it would be; there wasn’t a soul around this section of the building. The hallways were dark and quiet. Much to her surprise she found the door to the office unlocked. The office was large and well furnished, the desk and cabinets were all ornate. Whoever’s office it was must have been relatively important.

Lloyd had given her a file number and told her to search for it in the cabinet opposite the door. She went to work digging through the files in the first drawer. The sheer number of them was daunting and she was having trouble figuring out the organization. They didn’t seem numerically arranged, so the search was painstaking and tedious. After the first three drawers turned up nothing, she started to get frustrated. She worried if she might have missed it, or worse, it simply wasn’t there. She looked through the entire first drawer again, and still nothing. In frustration, she slammed the door closed with a kick. The thought of having gone through all this, only to come away empty handed because she couldn’t find it was enough to drive her to tears. Muttering curses, she gave up on the cabinet and started going through the desk.

Drawer after drawer in the desk also turned up nothing. She had just begun searching the last one, when the sound of someone’s footsteps right outside the office grabbed her attention. Before she even had the chance to think about hiding, the door swung open and a man walked into the office.
“Who are you?” he asked sharply with an alarmed look on his face. “And what are you doing in my secretary’s office?”
Danger recognized him instantly. The man was none other than the Principle himself. She gaped at him in stunned silence.
“What are you doing in here?” he repeated, raising his voice.
“I-I was asked to meet s-someone here,” Danger said sheepishly. “We were just going to fool around a little bit, I-I swear, sir…”
The principle scoffed. “Deputy,” he called out through the door. “There’s a woman in here.”
Danger felt her stomach hit the floor when Spy walked into the room. Sweat beaded on her forehead and anxiety squeezed at her heart.
“I think she’s someone’s prostitute,” the Principle said in disgust.
Spy laughed as shut the door to the office. “It’s nice to see you again Faye.”
The Principle looked at him in surprise. “You know this woman?” he asked.
“We’ve met on several occasions,” Spy said with a casual smile. “I’m afraid you’re wrong about her being a prostitute, though.”
Danger’s head swam. How was she going to explain her way out of this one?
“Well who is she then?” the Principle demanded.
“She’s a hunter, and a bit of a trouble maker. Although today I’m afraid she’s got a more sinister motive…”
Danger felt herself starting to panic. “I-I was extorted into doing this,” she started to say. “I never wanted to be here--”
“Silence!” the Principle yelled. “Deputy, arrest her.”
“I don’t think I’ll be taking her alive, sir.” Spy’s dark eyes flashed maliciously. “You see principle; she’s here to kill you.”
The Principle looked at Spy with a shocked and puzzled expression on his face.
“But don’t worry sir,” Spy continued coldly as a photon saber appeared in his gloved hand. “I’ll make sure she doesn’t leave this room alive.”
Danger recognized the photon saber instantly. It was hers, the one that had been stolen from her the day of the android attack. The moment she saw it appear in his hand, she realized Spy’s intent and her true purpose for being here.
“NO!” she screamed. “Get away from him!” It was too late. Before the Principle could react, Spy ran him through. The glowing blade entered his stomach, and exited out his lower back. He stared at Spy wide eyed and in shock, his face as white as a sheet. Spy pulled the blade out of him, and kicked him into the wall, where he collapsed, writhing on the ground.
“Isn’t that a shame,” Spy laughed bitterly. “The Principle assassinated in his own secretary‘s office by a newhuman woman with a long history of violence.”
Danger slumped to her knees.
“I’m sorry Faye,” Spy said, sounding genuinely sympathetic. “But don’t blame me, it wasn’t my choice. You can only imagine my surprise when he showed me the picture of his patsy.”
“So it was Lloyd then.” she scowled. “I wouldn’t have pegged you as one of his lackeys.”
“I won’t deny Lloyd’s role in this,” he nodded. “But I can assure you, I’m no one’s lackey.”
Danger’s body shook and her mind raced. They had completely manipulated her. “I knew Lloyd was dirty,” she said in disbelief. “But this is…”
“Don‘t be naïve Faye,” Spy snickered. “There is nothing surprising or unusual about Lloyd‘s motives. It all comes down to lust for power, self preservation, and revenge. He’s long been scheming to take full control of the security bureau. The Principle became aware of his plot, and was about to order an investigation into his ties with Vulari. I’m sure you’re aware that Lloyd had ties to Vulari, but I don’t think you know just how deep they were actually connected. In fact, his closest friend in the world was Vulari’s youngest son, and I’m certain you remember meeting him.”
“I only met him once.” Danger said coldly.
“Indeed,” Spy laughed. “You castrated him, stuffed his genitals in his mouth, chopped his head off, and then left it in a toilet bowel.”
“What can I say,” Danger shrugged callously. “I didn’t like the way he treated women.”
“You take your work too personal,” Spy said reprovingly.
“Killing Vulari Junior wasn’t work, it was pleasure.”
He grinned at her. “Lloyd must have been plotting against you ever since. No wonder he chose you as the patsy. I have to admit though; it took a lot of guts to take on Vulari.”
“So what’s your role in this if you’re not Lloyd’s stooge?” Danger asked harshly.
“Isn’t my role obvious? You should be asking me about my motive.”
“Fine, what’s your motive, and how does Pseudo Tech fit in?”
“Pseudo Tech doesn’t fit in, at least not knowingly. The data you were hired to retrieve was simply a failed experiment attempted months ago. Unfortunately, the data contained evidence that could have incriminated associates of mine. Let’s just say a perceptive intern discovered something she shouldn’t have. Our encounter was a result of that. As for my motive, I guess you can say I’m a revolutionary. I’m disposing of a tyrant in the making.”
“And pinning it on me you coward!” Danger screamed. “Don’t you dare try to tell me you’re some kind of righteous hero!”
“I’m a manipulator, not a martyr. And I never claimed to be a hero. But one thing I am not is a coward.” Spy tossed the photon saber to her. “Pick it up,” he commanded.

Danger stared at it as if it were a viper. She saw her dry blood from the android encounter still encrusted on the hilt. There was no doubt the weapon condemned her.
Spy’s Yamigarasu appeared in his hands. “The Principle isn’t dead yet, but his time is running out. Pick it up and kill me if you can.”
Danger glanced over at the Principle still writhing in the corner. He was mortally wounded, and wouldn’t last long if she couldn’t heal him. Danger’s only chance was to save him. She took off her high heeled shoes, and picked up her photon saber, rising to her feet.
“It’s nothing personal,” Spy said regretfully. “Think of your death as the cost of freedom.”
“No Spy,” Danger said coolly. “This is personal. And I intend to show you the cost of my freedom.” Danger glared at him with feral green eyes, as an icy calm encompassed her body. She was not the emotional wreck she had been last time they fought, and there could be no escape for her. She felt her predatory instincts awaken and come alive within. Spy‘s eyes lit up in approval, then like a whirling black streak, he charged.

Danger intercepted his attack in a thunderous clash. The impact sent shockwaves of pain up her arms, but she held her ground. They stood struggling against each other, blades locked together in a violent embrace. Being so near to the negative energy radiating off the Yamigarasu was excruciating. It was like being too close to a raging fire. With what seemed like super human strength, Spy pressed forward. Danger felt her bare feet sliding backwards across the marble floor. Then with a surge, he shoved her back and his blades suddenly began moving with hypnotic speed, arching through the air with insane fury. Danger felt his rhythm. Almost instinctively she parried his blows, defensively matching his lightning speed. He attempted to land a kick, but she evaded and countered with strike that he was barely able to deflect.

Spy broke off, leaping back. “This is much better,” he said, smiling. “I expected this from you last time we crossed swords.”
“Don’t think I’ve forgotten our last meeting,” Danger hissed, as she circled him.
Spy shrugged at her. “You deserved that beating. If you come to face me, you had better come ready. And leave your dolls at home.”
Danger laughed scornfully. “My doll left you quite a scar. Tell me Spy, is that a prosthetic ear?”
His eyes flashed in anger as he attacked again, and again she attempted to parry his whirling Yamigarasu. His attacks were ferocious, and she found herself being forced back. Fighting defensively seemed to be the only way she could stay ahead of his attacks, but the Principle was in grave condition. Defeating Spy was not enough, she had to save the Principle’s life or she was as good as dead whether Spy killed her or not. She had to defeat him quickly, and she wasn‘t going to do it by backing away from him. When Danger felt an opportunity, she countered. Spy parried her photon saber, but she managed to land a knee to his solar plexus. The blow sent him staggering back.

Danger wasted no time in coming at him, her luminescent green photon saber left radiant arcs of afterglow in its wake. She attacked with hypnotic intensity, but Spy’s evasion was equally as mesmerizing. He moved like a snake, weaving and rolling away from her attacks. His body was completely relaxed, his motions almost seemed nonchalant. Then he raised his forearms in a defensive stance. The room was illuminated with energy emanating from his shields as he deflected her strikes. Danger sensed him coiling. Anticipating his counter, she pivoted, swinging her photon saber in tight arc. As Spy‘s own attack sailed harmlessly to her side, Danger’s photon saber struck savagely him below the arm. The sight of his blood spraying sent shivers through her body. Spy staggered back, a portrait of stunned surprise. With a gasp, he dropped down to his hands and knees.

Intoxicated by the sight of his blood, Danger moved in for the kill, her photon saber soaring down at him like an executioners axe. Just as the blow would have fatally hit him in the back of the head, Spy sprung his trap. He launched himself into Danger like a rocket, the force of his thrust lifting her clear off her feet. Had she been equipped with an energy shield, she might have blocked the Yamigarasu, but without one she never had the chance. The weapon skewered her just below the ribcage, running all the way though her body and exiting out her back.

Eyes bulging, Danger looked down at the Yamigarasu buried inside her. Only the hilt, still clutched in Spy’s hand, was visible. He gave the blade a cruel twist, and then drove her back with his shoulder, pulling the blade free. Danger fell limply onto her back, the photon saber that condemned her as the Principle’s murderer slipping from her fingers. Spy stood over her silently, staggering from the effort it took to heal his wound. Danger raised her head briefly and saw the growing crimson stain encompassing her beautiful satin gown. She knew the wound was fatal the instant the blade entered her. The negative energy radiating from the Yamigarasu was like poison, leaving the wound tainted. Her resta would not be powerful enough to heal the damage done. Danger felt tears flowing down her cheeks as she looked up into Spy’s forlorn eyes.
“Please, don’t hurt my friends,” she whispered as she lay dying.
Spy knelt beside her, gathering her in his arms. “I promise I won’t harm them, and I will see Lloyd dead before the night is through,” he whispered sorrowfully as he held her, looking into her eyes and watching her die just as he had in their first encounter. This time Danger understood he did not watch for pleasure, he watched so he wouldn’t forget.

“You truly are beautiful, my love,” he said softly with deep affection. “Seeing that fire fade from your eyes will hurt me more than you could possibly know.”
He leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to hers. As he kissed her, Danger’s hand slipped into her hair. “Spy,” she whispered faintly, his lips still touching hers. “I will not let you write my history…” Her hand closed firmly around one of the emerald hairpins she wore, and with all her strength, she slammed the U-shaped wire pin deep into the side of his neck.

Spy’s hands grasped his throat as he let out a croaking gasp. Danger curled her fingers around the hilt of her nearby photon saber, and with agonizing effort she lurched to her side, using her momentum she speared the blade deep into Spy‘s chest. He fell back, staring in disbelief at the luminescent blade lodged in his lung. With the last of his strength, he rose to his feet, his breaths coming in bloody rasping gasps. He tried to pull the blade free, but his strength was failing him. Realizing his end was near; he stared down at Danger with a look of amazed admiration. His eyes stayed locked on her even as he fell, collapsing onto his side. His mouth formed words, but Danger could hear only the choking sound of his labored breathing. She touched his face with tears in her eyes, the blood from her fingers smearing across his cheek. She then looked to the corner of the room where the Principle lay dead or dying.

Danger knew she was already dead, but she still had a chance to get revenge against Lloyd. Summoning the last of her stubborn willpower she began slowly dragging herself across the floor. Every inch and every motion was torture. Her tainted wound radiated waves of agony as her body left a bloody trail of crimson smeared across the marble floor in her wake. The room was growing dark, and the walls seemed to be getting further away. She begged her body to keep going, but her strength was nearly gone. It seemed like such a long time since Spy had ran him though. She prayed it wasn’t too late, and she prayed she would have enough life left in her for one last resta.

Danger was on the cusp of consciousness when she finally reached him, and the Principle’s eyes held only the faintest spark of life. She slid onto his body and rested her head against his chest, gathering every last bit of strength left in her for this final act of revenge. She drew a shallow breath and put her hands on his wound. Clenching her teeth and closing her eyes, she began to channel the last of her life into the Principle. Her body shook, and she heard herself screaming in agony. Her muscles convulse and her body gave out. Her vision blurred as she became oblivious to the pain. As she died, her final thoughts were of Benny and Ann. She tried hard to see their smiling faces, but all she could see were tears.



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[Mwabwetumba]

More!

This is great!

[Danger_Girl]

Almost done with the last chapter. I should be able to get it up by tomorrow night at the latest.


edit: Had an alumni dinner on Saturday, and an all day party I had to attend Sunday, and now its so freaking hot I don't feel like doing anything...

Despite all that I'm very very close to being done with the chapter. I hate having left things on such a dour note, but I'll have the final chapter up asap.


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[Danger_Girl]

Chapter 13





“She’s coming around, sir.”
The words sounded very distant, the voice unfamiliar. Danger Girl was vaguely aware of a sharp pain in her stomach, and her mouth was chokingly dry. Violent images flashed in her mind, but she couldn’t quite make sense of them. Am I dreaming? Am I dead?
“So she is going to live after all. Amazing…” Another distant voice, this one she had heard before. She tried to place it, but her thoughts were clouded, adrift between coma and consciousness.
“Yes it is amazing. When I first saw her, I thought she was already gone.”
It was the first voice again, the one she was sure she had never heard before.
“I would like to speak with her, see if you can rouse her with a trimate injection.”

Danger felt a prick on her shoulder, and at once the fog in her mind lifted, the memories of her encounter with Spy came flooding back. She let out a sharp cry, her eyes bulging open as she tried to sit up. The effort caused an intense shooting pain in her midsection and she realized she was being held in place by restraints. Looking around in confusion, she saw four men standing over her, one of whom she recognized as the Principle. A newhuman male with shoulder length silver-blue hair and wearing outrageously colored clothes stood next to him. The other two were human men wearing black security uniforms with electronic visors over their eyes and black berets on their heads.
“How are you feeling?” the Principle asked.
Danger tried to answer, but her throat was unbearably dry, all she managed was a weak choking sound. She wasn’t feeling very well at all.
“You,” the Principle commanded, addressing one of the men wearing the visors. “Get her some water. Malachi, undo the restraints.”

The newhuman man unbuckled the restraints and helped her sit up. Abruptly, a violent wave of nausea swept over her, causing the contents of her stomach to lurch. She hung her head limply over the side of the cot, and began to spew vomit onto the floor. Every heaving contraction caused a stabbing pain in her midsection, like a knife being twisted in her stomach. All she could do was helplessly endure the sickness while it ran its course. Looking down at her mess, she recognized some of the partially digested cocktail wieners she had snacked on while waiting for the guard to be distracted, and she could see quite a bit of her vomit had splattered on the newhuman’s shoes. He didn’t seem to mind though; he had his hands on her shoulders, trying to help support her. Another heave painfully racked her body and the last contents of her stomach splashed onto the floor below. She tried to spit out some of the bile and vomit that was in her mouth, but it didn’t quite make it past her chin. The viscous yellow glob clung dangling from her lips until the newhuman wiped it away with a rag. Danger realized she was sobbing. The newhuman patted her back sympathetically as her body convulsed under another wave of dry heaves. She tried desperately to remind herself how wonderful it was to still be alive.

Once her fits of nausea had ended, one of the security men handed the newhuman named Malachi a glass of water, who then helped Danger drink. She nodded in thanks as he gently eased her down on the cot. The initial rush from the trimate injection had worn off, and she was left feeling weak, ragged, and grumpy.
“Are you feeling any better?” the Principle asked.
“I feel like I want to go home,” she answered dourly.
“Yes I’m sure you do. By all accounts you should be dead. When Malachi got to you, it was likely you already technically were.”
“How did you save me?” The last she remembered, she had already surrendered to her fate. She was as good as gone.
“Malachi’s abilities with force techniques are second to none,” the Principle stated. “If not for him, you would be dead. And if not for you, I would be dead as well. Thank you for saving my life.” He respectfully bowed his head to her.
Danger looked away from him scowling. “I didn’t do it to save you. I was saving myself.” She just wanted to go home. Benny and Ann were probably worried sick and thinking the worst.
The two security men seemed offended by her rudeness, but the Principle only laughed. “Regardless of your motives, you still saved my life, and for that I’m indebted.”
Danger regarded him coolly. “How about a reward then?” she suggested flatly.
The Principle looked at one of the security men and nodded his head. The security man reluctantly nodded in compliance.
“Now that I’ve thanked you personally, I’m going to get some rest. It’s been a hell of a long night.” He started gingerly towards the door, obviously still in pain. One of the security men helped support him as he walked.
“Wait…” Danger said reluctantly. “Did Spy…?”
“No,” Malachi answered as he turned to her. “He survived. I saved him as well, and he was taken into custody.”
One of the security men added, “That traitor will be put on trial and most likely executed for treason.”
Danger nodded slowly. She wasn’t sure how to feel about it. The memories of her encounter with him brought a myriad of mixed emotions. She feared and loathed him, so why then did she feel so sad about his fate? Better him than me, she reminded herself.
“One last thing before you leave,” she called out to the Principle as he exited the room. “You might want to have someone check Assemblyman Tujan’s office. I sort of left him locked in a closet…” She flashed him a mischievous grin.
The Principle roared with laughter, painfully clutching his stomach. “I’ll send someone to let him out in a few hours,” he laughed, trying to catch his breath. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m in dire need of some rest. These men will have some questions for you. Farewell for now Faye, I may call on you in the future.” The security man escorting the Principle shut the door behind him.
Danger recalled what Spy had told her about him prior to their battle. “Tyrant in the making,” the words still echoed in her mind. She didn’t like him calling her Faye.

Danger was left in the room with the newhuman Malachi, and one of the Principle’s security men.
“You understand,” Malachi began, “We can’t allow you to leave here till you’ve answered a few questions.”
“Whatever,” she said tersely. “Let’s just get this over with.”

Danger answered everything they asked. The visor the security man wore undoubtedly was monitoring her respiration, heart rate, blood pressure, and stress levels, as well as her electro-dermal activity. She doubted she could get away with telling a lie even if she wanted to. She told them about her problems with Vulari, and the android assassins. She related how her photon saber had been stolen, and how Lloyd had extorted her into sneaking into the office. She even told them about the security officer who groped her. Then she recounted her first two encounters with Spy in Pseudo Tech Labs. Danger still had a lot of blanks in her mind in regards to that whole affair, and started asking Malachi questions about the government officials who hired her. He presumed the two men were the government security analysts who went missing shortly after the incident, but he couldn’t offer any details about what they were investigating at the time. She was still very curious about what had been in the data, but the only person who could answer those questions was Spy, and she knew the opportunity to ask him would never arise.

“You’ll understand it would be best to keep this whole incident quiet.” Malachi said after they had finished questioning her. He helped her into a wheelchair as he continued, “The Principle has expressed a desire to put this entire affair behind him.”
“Fine with me,” Danger agreed. She didn’t have any desire to be recognized. “No one would believe me anyway. Just make sure you don‘t forget about my reward.”
The security agent hesitantly pulled an assembler out of his uniform jacket and without a word, dropped it into her lap.
Danger scoffed at him as Malachi carted her out of the room. All that death defying work, and all she had to show for it was her photon saber. She was hoping for a nice meseta reward, but in truth, just being alive and going back to Benny and Ann was more than she could have ever hoped for. Of course, she was going to have to tell Benny she would have to pay him the 800 meseta she promised a little later than expected.

“I didn’t think you would survive,” Malachi told her, as he wheeled her down a ramp to an underground garage. “I can’t recall ever bringing someone back who was so close to death.”
Danger looked over her shoulder at him. He had the most stunning eyes, one brown and one blue, each conveying the impression of keen intelligence. “I guess I should thank you for saving me,” she said sincerely.
“Not necessary,” he smiled. “I enjoyed the challenge. It takes great care to start a fire from a single spark. Seeing you alive and alert is thanks enough, but your wound carries a vicious taint. Your recovery will be painful.”
Danger frowned, “I’m used to living with pain.”
“Perhaps, but you would be wise to rest for several weeks.”

Malachi pushed her wheelchair to an unmarked black shuttle. “This is as far as I take you,” he said, putting his hand on her shoulder. “But I have the distinct feeling we’ll meet again someday.”
Danger smiled, “Hopefully it will be under different circumstances.”
Malachi nodded, and then bowed deeply before turning to walk back up the ramp. “You need not worry about a reprisal from the Security Chief,” he called over his shoulder.
“If you see him, tell him he owes me 800 meseta,” Danger yelled back.

Danger refused any help from the driver when they reached the apartment building. He had offered politely to walk her to her room, but she would have none of it. By the time she was half way up the first flight of stairs, she was already regretting her stubbornness. Gingerly, she inched her way along, using the wall for support. The pain got so bad at one point; she thought she was going to have to crawl. When she finally did reach the apartment door, sweat was running down her brow, and she was certain she was about to collapse.

She was still fumbling around trying to find her key when the door swung open. Benny stood inside the doorway with wide, tearful eyes. Ann was standing behind him, and it was clear even without tears that she had been sobbing too. The instant they saw her, they both started crying joyfully and together they wrapped their arms around her. She had to clamp her jaw shut to keep from crying out in pain.
“We thought you were gone forever,” Benny sobbed. “Ann told me everything that happened at the security station.”
Ann noticed the blood congealing on her dress and gasped, “Mistress is hurt! Master, we‘re hurting her!”
Danger nearly collapsed to the floor when they released her, but Ann managed to catch her under the arm as her legs gave out.
“Oh my God, Faye…” Benny muttered gravely as he helped Ann support her.
“I’m fine, I’m fine,” she grimaced, as they gingerly helped her onto the couch. Danger’s gown looked like it had been bathed in blood, as if someone had died in it. Holes ominously adorned the front and back where the Yamigarasu had penetrated her. But the wide smile on her face helped put Ann and Benny at ease.
“That party really sucked,” she said, once they helped her onto the couch.
“Did you finish your mission, mistress?” Ann asked, knowing that failure meant she would be imprisoned.
“What happened?” Benny asked at the same time, staring at the blood on her gown. “How did you get stabbed?” Both of them were anxious and worried.
“Slow down you two, everything is fine. I’ll tell you all about it, but first can you help me take off this dress? It’s sticking to my skin.”
Ann helped her sit up, while Benny unzipped the back. His blood ran cold when he saw the ugly exit wound near her spine. He didn’t say anything, but Danger knew when the zipper reached her wound, and she sensed his anxiety. She could only imagine how nasty it looked. “When I told you I would let you take this dress off me Benny, this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind...”
“No, this isn’t exactly how I envisioned it either,” he answered with an uneasy smile.

Once they had her stripped down, Benny went into the bedroom to get her a blanket. Ann inspected the wound in Danger’s stomach closely while she tried to get her as comfortable as she could.
“Mistress…” Ann’s eyes were wide with concern. The wound was still red and ugly, the flesh around it black and cracked.
Danger cradled Ann’s face in her hands and smiled, “Yeah, I know Ann. Trust me it hurts, but I‘m going to be fine.”
Benny returned, and covered her with the blanket, tucking her in tenderly and kissing her forehead like she was a little girl. The gesture made Danger feel safe and secure.
“Is there anything else I can get you?” he asked as he propped her head up with pillows from the bedroom.
Before answering, she gazed affectionately at the two of them. “No thanks,” she said warmly. “I think I have everything I need right here. But you two are probably going to be waiting on me for awhile…”
“Yes, mistress,” Ann said obediently. She seemed excited by the idea, even though she had already been waiting on her hand and foot since they moved into Benny’s together.
“I think we’re kind of used to that Faye,” Benny smirked.
Danger stuck her tongue out at him, although she would have rather pounced on him and stuck her tongue in his mouth. It would be awhile before she was feeling up to those kinds of shenanigans. “I wonder how long it will be before we can have sex again…” she blurted out.
Benny blushed red as he shook his head and smiled, “You really have no tact whatsoever, do you?”
“Oh sorry, did I say that out loud?” The mischievous smile on her face quickly vanished when she saw Ann frowning. Her normally sparkling sapphire blue eyes were downcast and her face was grave. “But mistress, you’re always better in a few days…” she said quietly. Danger realized Ann was probably beginning to suspect who hurt her. She might have begun to suspect the moment she saw her gruesome wound.
“Ann, come,” Danger said affectionately as she opened her arms to embrace her. Ann knelt besides her; carefully resting her head on her mistress’ bosom as Danger began stroking her soft pink hair.
“It was him, wasn’t it mistress?”
Danger kissed her forehead. “Yes Ann, it was him. But it’s over now. I won.”
“Wait a second,” Benny spoke up, obviously realizing he was missing out on something. “Who was he? And what exactly happened?”
Before answering him, Danger lifted Ann’s face so she could look into her eyes and fix a smile on her. “Cheer up Ann,” she grinned. “It won’t be that long before we’re having sex again.”
Ann looked at her with some of the sparkle returning to her beautiful blue artificial eyes. “Yes mistress,” she whispered sheepishly.
Benny rolled his eyes. “Good grief you two, can you please tell me what is going on?” Poor Benny always felt like he was in the dark.
“Do you want a hug too, Benny?” Danger teased.
Benny let out a long sigh.
“Oh come-on, I was only kidding.” She held out her hand apologetically which he didn’t hesitate to accept. “He calls himself Spy,” she began as Benny knelt on the floor besides Ann. “This was our third meeting. That morning I showed up at your door…well that beating had been his handiwork.”

Danger began telling the two of them what happened. She started by describing the vivid holograms in the assembly hall and how everyone in the ballroom looked like an angel dancing on water. Their eyes grew wide when she told them Spy had been there acting as the Principle‘s personal guard. Then she told them of the trouble she had trying to get past the guard. When she mentioned she pretended to be a prostitute, Benny shook his head and laughed, while Ann seemed amused and titillated. Danger could see the naughty look in her eyes, and was certain she would bring it up again when they were alone together. Ann would probably want to do some role-playing once Danger was feeling up to it.

There were a few of details Danger left out. Benny didn’t need to hear of the passionate kiss she shared with Tujan in the hallway, or how he had put his hands on her breasts. Although she knew she could never love Tujan like she did Benny, she recalled the strong physical attraction she felt for him during the dance they shared. He was Benny’s opposite in just about every possible way, with his broad shoulders, and his tall gallant confidence. The folded piece of paper he had given her with his private number was still tucked away in her bra. She felt obligated to apologize to him in person someday.

After excluding her intimate moments with Tujan, she told them how her mission to steal a file bad been a lie, and her true purpose for being there was as an unwitting patsy. Someone had to take the rap for the Principle’s assassination, and Lloyd had chosen her. Benny and Ann weren’t just shocked by the revelation, they were horrified. Despite Danger’s assurances that everything had turned out fine, it took some time before they were able to calm down. She could hardly blame them; she was still having trouble believing it herself. When she continued, she told them everything that happened, even describing how Spy had stabbed her. She couldn’t resist grabbing Benny by the hair and demonstrating the chopping motion she used to plunge the hairpin into his neck. Benny seemed to enjoy being the object of her torment; at least he was smiling while she yanked his head around by a handful of hair.

After telling them how she stabbed Spy in the chest with her photon saber, her version of the truth deviated from what really happened. Instead of revealing how close she came to death, she told them she cast resta on herself to stabilize the bleeding before crawling her way to the Principle. Benny and Ann didn’t need to know how close she had come, and she was trying to forget about it herself. The memory of lying on her back, and being swallowed by the encroaching darkness would haunt her for a long time, but at least she learned she wasn’t yet ready to die. Perhaps there was a time when she had a death wish, but that was when she had been alone. It occurred to Danger, the reason she couldn’t recall Ann and Benny’s smiling faces, was because her best memories of them were yet to come.

Unfortunately, it was also at that moment she remembered the meseta she owed Benny. Other than her necklace and one of her hairpins, all the beautiful things he had bought for her had been ruined or lost. Her gorgeous gown was now nothing more than a blood soaked rag.
“So you probably figured out by now I didn’t get paid that 800 meseta I promised you,” Danger said quietly, looking discouraged. Suddenly she felt like crying.
Benny smiled and cradled her face tenderly in both his hands, “Don’t worry about it Faye,” he whispered. “When you didn‘t come home last night, I was terrified. Especially after Ann told me about what was really going on. Do you think I care about meseta when I still have you?”
Danger gazed into his eyes and smiled half-heartedly. “You’re a fool,” she whispered back to him.
“This fool is going to kiss you.”
She closed her eyes and felt his lips gliding across neck, tenderly showering her with kisses. He moved on to her face, slowly working his way to her lips.
“Benny, you might not want to kiss my mouth right now,” she warned. “I was puking my guts out not long ago.”
“Thanks for the warning,” he mumbled as he went back to kissing her neck.
Ann suddenly took him by the shoulders and pulled him away from her. He looked at her somewhat surprised, as she leaned close with a sly smirk to whisper something in his ear. Danger couldn’t make out what she said, but she heard Benny whisper back, “Really? Her ears?”
Ann nodded briskly and covered her mouth as she started to giggle, a guilty look in her eyes.
Danger felt herself turning flush as Benny gently tilted her face away from him, moist lips touching the edge of her ear, soon joined by a warm wet tongue. She moaned softly and glanced at Ann who was watching her intently, perhaps even analytically, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She wondered what kind of naughty ideas or fantasies might be floating around in that composite brain of hers. She knew very well Ann was capable of bringing a few whoppers to fruition. All Danger could do was hope that if she had any surprises in store for her, she would remember to be gentle. At least until she was healed.

The rising sun of Pioneer 2 reminded Danger she needed rest. Heavy eyelids began to droop and she melted peacefully into the couch. She closed her eyes and let out a long relaxing sigh. “I have a strange family,” she smiled.
Benny began to laugh. “I think that’s supposed to be my line.”
“Mistress is the strange one,” Ann teased, as she knelt besides her master and mistress. Benny put his arm around Ann, and ran his fingers soothingly through Danger’s hair. They watched her quickly drifted off to sleep, where a blissful dream awaited her. She was content, having found her family.






Epilogue to follow.

[Sgt_Shligger]

Epilogue........ I loved this story. Well done and realistic. I look forward to the epilogue... stories over otherwise >.>

[isahn80]

A masterpiece. This is pretty much the most enthralling piece of fanfiction I've ever laid eyes on. I'm not bullshitting, either. This is seriously good writing.

I demand a sequel.

There is nothing more that I could say that I haven't already said in one post or another.

[McLaughlin]

I think the only suitable word here is "Encore".

[Marter]

Amazing.
Amazing.

[Skye-Fox713]

Encore!

[Danger_Girl]

Thanks very much for all the kind words. As promised, here's the epilogue.

[Danger_Girl]

*Content Advisory*






Epilogue






Thinking about the job made Danger nervous. It wasn’t as if she had a choice, she desperately needed the meseta. Paying off the mountain of debt she owed wasn’t very likely, but she had to at least start contributing to the rent. Despite assurances from her employer, she wondered if she would to be able to pull it off. It had been well over a month now since the incident at the assembly building, and her wound was still sore. She was able to get around on her own fairly well, only occasionally needing to get off her feet to rest. It would still be awhile before she was doing handsprings and back flips again, but considering she had cheated death; her recovery had been nothing short of amazing. Gazing into the mirror, she began changing into her new uniform and thinking back on the past few weeks.

Danger had spent the early days of her recuperation a prisoner of the couch, only getting up when she desperately needed to make the slow and agonizing trip to the bathroom. During the time Benny and Ann were home, she spent most of her time playfully bossing them around, but while they were working, she was reduced to lying in the quiet room alone, watching the television. She never saw a word of the assassination plot reported in the media. She wasn’t really surprised, if the government didn’t want it getting out, it wouldn’t. However, Lloyd’s sudden arrest had caused quite a scandal and received constant coverage. The Principle himself held the press conference announcing the allegations of collaboration between Lloyd and Michio Vulari. Danger felt vindictive satisfaction every time she saw him. Just thinking about the way he tried to hide his face from the cameras made her smile. But other than that, her recovery was mostly frustrating and boring. Danger wasn’t accustomed to being helpless for so long, and the only thing she really looked forward to, other than her time spent with Benny and Ann in the morning, was her nighttime encounters with Ann.

Ann paid Danger the first of her nightly visits about a week into her recovery. At the time Danger was still in pain, and not able to spend much time off her back, but apparently Ann had reached the limit of her willingness to remain abstinent from her mistress. Danger awoke in the middle of the night to a pleasant sensation. The room was subtly illuminated by the soft light of a small candle stationed on the coffee table near the couch, undoubtedly placed there by the mischievous android. She held her mistress’ wrist with both hands slowly and sensuously sucking on her first two fingers. Danger could hear the wet sounds of whatever fluid made-up Ann’s saliva as she rhythmically rocked her head to-and-fro, taking the fingers all the way down before sliding them out again. The visage of fellation wasn’t just suggestive, it was patently erotic. Ann removed her mistress’ glistening wet fingers from her mouth, thick viscous strands of saliva still clinging on, bridging the gap between fingers and lips. A trickle of saliva escaped and clung stubbornly to Ann’s chin as she rose to her feet, still firmly holding her mistress’ wrist. Danger was able to fully see what Ann was wearing for the first time. On her body clung a cream colored silk chemise style lingerie mini dress, the scanty ruffled hemline barely hanging low enough to reach her upper thighs, and not quite leaving her pink panties unrevealed. From under the chemise and down her thighs ran white garters, fastened to sheer white stockings. Pert nipples and shapely breasts ravishingly filled out the dainty underwire bodice. Her pink hair cascaded capriciously down her back all the way to her slender waist. She shimmered in the candlelight, exuding sexuality. The word goddess entered Danger’s mind as she gazed upon her supple curves, pale skin, cherry lips, and gleaming sapphire eyes. Even now, after all the times she’d been with Ann, she was still amazed at the profound effect the android girl had on her physiology. She was completely enslaved, a puppet to her every whim and sexual desire.

The seductive android stepped over Danger’s face with one foot, propping her white seven inch platform stiletto on the pillow, giving Danger full view up her dress. Then Ann guided her mistress’ fingers, still glistening wet with saliva, slowly up between her legs as she slid the crotch of her panties to the side.
Her heavy breathing and soft moaning filled her mistress’ ears. Danger Girl wanted nothing more than to pin her to the couch and devour her completely. Never did she lament being injured and helpless more than she did at that moment. But nonetheless, it was one of the most sexually enthralling experiences she’d ever had.

After achieving full satisfaction, Ann removed her foot from the couch, still holding her mistress’ hand. She took the fingers into her mouth once again and gradually stooped down, her face inching slowly closer to her mistress. Danger awaited the taste of her kiss, but Ann was in no hurry. Even as her face was only inches away, she continued to slide the fingers in and out of her mouth, the slightest hint of a smirk appearing at the edges of pouting lips. Finally Ann relented. Danger’s fingers popped from her mouth with a slurp, and lips and tongues collided in a fervent and impassioned kiss. But the kiss lasted just briefly before Ann parted, rising to her feet. She turned her back and bent over, playfully thrusting out her hips at Danger, and blew out the small candle with an audible puff. She then capered off into the darkness, leaving her mistress spellbound, bemused, and highly stimulated.

Danger stared into the darkness trying to recover her senses. There wasn’t much point in trying to subdue her libido; she was way too horny for that. Her options were either an ice cold shower, or put those two fingers back into action. Choosing the second option, she closed her eyes and envisioned Ann in the tiny chemise, holding her by the wrist, and stepping over her with that stiletto heeled shoe. As Danger Girl slid her hand down her body and into her panties, she realized that during the entire encounter, not a word was spoken between them.

That morning, Ann entered the living room as if nothing had happened. She went about her normal routine of making breakfast, and cheerfully helping her mistress to the bathroom for her morning bath. Not once did she hint at their late night encounter. Danger was beginning to wonder if she dreamed the whole affair, until Ann and Benny were about to leave for work. Ann and Benny always gave her a little goodbye kiss; only this time Ann’s was heavy enough to make Benny turn away blushing.
Then she whispered into Danger’s ear, “Ann will come see you again tonight, mistress.”
Those nightly visits never failed to thrill.

During her second week of recovery, Danger grew tired of spending the days alone. On one of those days in particular, she became extremely lonely, bored, and depressed. Without Ann or Benny there, she turned to her other source of comfort. When Benny came home, he wasn’t at all happy to find her fall-down drunk and vomiting. She also managed to re-aggravate her injury, requiring Ann to stay home from work the next day to nurse her. The following week, Danger asked Benny if he would buy her a bottle of booze on his way home from work. She figured she’d only gotten drunk once in the past two weeks, albeit maybe a little too drunk. Still, by Danger’s standards, it was a pretty good stretch of sobriety and cause for celebration. Benny certainly didn’t see it that way and adamantly refused despite her begging. His subsequent lecture resulted in Danger blowing up and throwing a vitriolic tantrum, which ended only after Benny stormed out of the apartment in a huff. She spent the rest of the evening crying like a baby on Ann’s shoulder.

When Benny came home late in the evening, it didn’t take long for the two of them to make up. Danger apologized profusely for being a stupid bitch, and Benny apologized for demeaning her, and promised to take her out for a drink when she was better. Ann watched in fascination as the two of them began kissing like teenagers until Benny swept her up into his arms, and gently carried her into the bedroom. It was the precise outcome which Ann had predicted, and given her mistress’ sometimes volatile nature; she suspected she would see the scenario played out many times in the future.

Danger and Benny spent the rest of the night cuddling together under the covers. She loved resting her head on his bare chest and listening to the steady rhythm of his racing heart. It felt good to be close to him. Even though Benny wasn’t a physical person, he still had a masculine charm about him. And he smelled like a man.
Danger let out a pleasant sigh and kissed his chest. “We’re going to have to fight more often,” she teased.
Benny gazed at her with an easy smile and chuckled softly, “I think we should skip the fighting and go straight to the making up part. Let me remember…what did you say to me? I think you said, ‘you’ve got a stick so far up your ass, you would make a better scarecrow than a man’.”
Danger gasped and started laughing, “You liar, I didn’t say that!”
“Oh yes you did. And after that you called me a prudish little sissy.”
“Oh well, that part is true.”
Benny shook his head, still wearing that easy, honest smile. “You really are a brat,” he said jokingly.
Danger laid her head back down on his chest and closed her eyes. “You know I don’t mean those things, right?”
They both knew the answer, but he said it anyway. “I know you don’t.”

The two of them lay quietly together for awhile before Benny asked her if she would like to start sharing the bed with Ann again. Danger agreed, but only on the condition that Benny would sleep with them as well. The compromise they agreed upon was he’d be willing to share the bed with them on his nights off. That was fine with Danger. It was after all, one step close to her true objective. She had a fantasy to fulfill, and it involved both Ann and Benny.

The first of two big surprises during her recovery happened not long after that. The three of them were eating dinner together, when Danger inexplicably decided she wanted to transfer her photon saber from the assembler she had gotten from the Principle, to her own. She felt good knowing she had her precious photon saber back, despite all the trouble it had ended up causing her.
“Pretty crummy reward if you ask me,” she grumbled as she triggered the assembler. However, to her amazement, her photon saber didn’t appear. In her hand materialized one of the legendary Yamigarasu katana. Benny and Ann jumped back from the intensity of the radiating blade.
“What the hell is that?” Benny gasped.
“I-I think this is my reward,” Danger answered, barely able to believe her eyes.
Ann stared at the blade’s dark radiance. It rekindled the memories of her last encounter with Spy. She knew the blade’s kiss as intimately as Danger.

The Yamigarasu felt different to Danger now that it was in her hands. It almost seemed the sword had a presence, which synchronized with her the instant it appeared in her hand. Instinctively she sensed it was possible to channel her life-force into the blade, feeding its power. Overcome by curiosity, she allowed a trickle of her strength flow into it. The space around her seemed to darken, the blade’s blaze intensifying, growing larger. She was intoxicated by its power. Unable to resist the temptation, she channeled more of her life-force into it. A low frequency rumble started emanating from the blade, vibrating the apartment. The air stirred turbulently, wildly fanning Danger’s hair. The blade‘s presence was dominating. Danger looked like she was in ecstasy. Benny and Ann raised their arms as if shielding their faces from the heat of an inferno. Then the Yamigarasu vanished, recalled back into the assembler by Danger Girl.
“Tell me that isn’t what you got stabbed with!” Benny gasped.
“It never did that when Spy used it,” she replied in awe. Her arms were numb, and her body felt weak and ill, but wielding that kind of power left her exhilarated. “I can’t wait to show it to my old landlord,” she said with a wicked grin. Benny hoped she was joking. Ann knew she wasn’t.

The second surprise came during the day while Benny and Ann were at work. Danger was stretched out lazily on the couch watching TV, and enjoying the last of the beer which Benny thought he had left cleverly hidden. A news bulletin flashed across the screen, “Convicted child rapist and murderer escaped death row late last night…” the announcer said in a low, grim voice. For some reason Danger wasn’t the least bit surprised when she saw Spy’s image displayed on the screen. What did surprise her was how she felt about it.
“I’ll see you again someday,” she whispered to his image with a smile. She had no doubt she would see his face again, but for some reason she was no longer afraid of him.

A tap at the dressing room door grabbed Danger’s attention, returning her thoughts to the present.
“Are you almost done in there?” the familiar voice asked. “Ann’s so excited, I’m afraid she’s going to pass out.”
Danger chuckled to herself before answering with a hint of playful sarcasm, “I’ll be right out boss…”
She checked herself over in the mirror one last time and smiled nervously. She had the distinct feeling this job was going to be dangerous, but she couldn’t say for whom exactly. Her assembler and energy shield seemed a bit out of place, but despite that she looked absolutely adorable. There was little doubt in her mind she would be the most beautiful waitress on Pioneer 2, as well as the best armed. Benny was going to think she was nuts when she walked out wearing her assembler.
“This is crazy,” she muttered to her reflection, taking a deep breath to try and calm her unsettled nerves. Danger tied on her apron, grabbed her serving tray, and walked self-consciously from the tiny dressing room, into the lounge of the Guiding Star.


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[Skye-Fox713]

perfect

[Abaru-FP]

This story is one of the best fictions I have ever read. It deserves a permanent sticky, as it anyone who reads it will be glad for the experience.

[PhoenixShadow]

I loved this story. Is there going to be a sequel? I'll be on the lookout for one...

[Marter]

Encore,
Encore,
It deserves a permanent sticky.
Encore

[Foxix]

I really enjoyed this story http://www.pso-world.com/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/anime1.gif I just never realized how poor my command over the english language was http://www.pso-world.com/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/anime2.gif thank the good lord for dictionary.com
i have been somewhat inspired and I think I will finally make my fanfic... well its sort of a fanfic... err I cannot describe it bleh.

[Danger_Girl]

On 2006-08-10 01:02, Foxix wrote:
I just never realized how poor my command over the english language was http://www.pso-world.com/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/anime2.gif thank the good lord for dictionary.com


Believe me, I felt the same way while I was writing it.

I'm going to start writing a sequel in a week or two, but I probably wont post any of it until I at least have a complete rough draft. That might take me a good two months or longer depending on how ambitious I am.

Anyway, for now I'm going to post a final edit on Spy's brand new website www.ganx.us as soon as I have it finished (probably tonight, or tomorrow. Look for it in the forums). It's the same, just a little more risque in some parts. I've also considered offering it in a slightly more reader friendly format, maybe make it available in .RTF or HTML.

Regardless, thanks very much to everyone who took the time to read it, and thanks to those who commented.

[Foxix]

gee... I liked it but I sorta felt it was almost a little little too risque http://www.pso-world.com/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/anime2.gif But hey, you are the author. I am sure whatever you do with it will only make it better if it was your original intent.

[Danger_Girl]

On 2006-08-10 17:31, Foxix wrote:
gee... I liked it but I sorta felt it was almost a little little too risque http://www.pso-world.com/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/anime2.gif But hey, you are the author. I am sure whatever you do with it will only make it better if it was your original intent.



Heh, yeah thats mostly my own self-indulgence at work there. Sorry about that, it was hard to resist at times.

[Foxix]

hey no problem I thoroughly enjoyed it! Reading something is always more fun if the author had fun himself while writing it.

[Danger_Girl]

I've made an .rtf available here (http://www.frontiernet.net/~swpeters/dangerfanfic-copy1.rtf) if anyone is interested in a more reader friendly format. There are like one or two scenes that are slightly more risque in this version, so be warned. Also I've begun work on the sequel. First chapter is just about done, but I wont be posting anything till I have a rough draft completed, so look for it in a couple weeks.

Thanks for reading.

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[Delciana]

You knew this was coming DG but I can't resist, TLDR! Mwuhahahaha

[Danger_Girl]

On 2006-08-23 14:43, Delciana wrote:
You knew this was coming DG but I can't resist, TLDR! Mwuhahahaha



Ha-Ha very funny (TLDR = too long didn't read). I'll force you to read it someday. Plus keep in mind I'm writing your character into my sequel. Since I'm the author, I can make her life very miserable.

[Skye-Fox713]

That would indeed be a very interesting read. I have also wondered how people would personify my RAmarl Fox character in there own fan fics out side the rp board. That is after reading my character bio that I have writen up.

[TL_Goken]

...I have a lot to think about now. This story has just set my entire world in flame, and my senses are set in a whirlwind I cannot control, and will have difficulty explaining.

First off, let me say that the above statement(s) is(are) a good thing(s) (I desparately hope.) I never thought I could mischeviously laugh at the sexual antics of lesbians, as homosexuality is frowned upon where I'm from, and the emotion conveyed in this story is of a nature that I cannot yet hope to produce.

However, this will likely make my own fanfic more difficult to write. Now that I know what a truly good fanfic looks like, I shall definitely try to spice up my own works, and the sharpening of my limited skills (for only now do I realize how limited they are) will be arduous and painstaking.

Everything works out in the end, though. This fanfic leaves me enticed, enlightened, and ultimately satisfied, and the training it will take to get my own abilities close to this level will make me a better person as well.

I have yet to realize just how grateful to you I am, Danger Girl. It seems I, like Danger Girl, have a great deal of debt awaiting payment. Not just from you, however.

[isahn80]

Damn, TL_Goken's post is what I'd call a good review! If I got one of those, I could die happy.

So what's up with the sequel, DG? Do we get a teaser or what?

[Danger_Girl]

Thank you for that TL_Goken. It made me feel really good and gave me motivation to keep working on the sequel. I've been taking a break from it the past two weeks or so, although I'm quite satisfied with the first few chapters.

I guess I could post the first chapter as kind of a teaser, but I would have to do some heavy editing since it's only the first draft. In truth, I reciently bought a video card upgrade for my computer, so I've been spending my freetime playing games. http://www.pso-world.com/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/anime2.gif

But finishing the sequel is still on my mind, and I have a strong desire to complete it.