Hallowed Truth | By : Spiritwolf71 Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 3767 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Lanie had never really spent a lot of time on any planet. Technically she was a colony girl but at the age of ten she had been kidnapped by a group of Batarian slavers. From there she was sent to a mining facility in a meteor and then to a slave ship. Even after she escaped and joined Cerberus she never stayed in one spot for very long. Except for now, the longest she had ever spent on planets was during her training.
She decided that she liked Vancouver, with all of its wonderful mountains and rivers and scenery. The air was pure and she could not help but feel slightly refreshed. They had managed to secure themselves horses and hoped that it would cut their travel time in half. She was just lucky Sam had an equestrian in her youth. She couldn’t help but think of the woman she was falling in love with in one of those sexy horse riding uniform. In fact she had decided that if they ever got out of this mess Sam would have to model one for her, complete with the riding whip. On the other hand, Lanie had never been on a horse before and after a few pointers from Sam was doing ok. The horses were going at an easy pace and she could only hope they didn’t have to go any faster. She decided she liked it though. There was something to be said about seeing the world on top of a horse. Unfortunately it had gotten dark and it was time for them to take a break. Lanie left Sam to take care of the horses while she tried to figure out where they were going next. They still had about a five hour trek ahead of them. She moved off and looked up into the sky. It was amazing how many more stars you could see when you were away from the lights of the city. It was much more amazing a beautiful. She couldn’t help but be amazed by them. She could totally understand how the earlier astronauts were enamored and she wondered if they had known just how screwed up things had gotten or how screwed up the universe was if they would have bothered. She had learned Earths history though and knew how romanticized space travel was. She had seen what people had hoped for and could only laugh at their disappointment. Slavery, Reapers, being treated like second class citizen, most of the galaxy hating humans, she could not imagine they had been close to expecting that. She sat down against a tree and looked out into a field that led to a forest with a mountain looming over it. Again she found herself thinking about how beautiful Vancouver was and she wondered what life would have been like has she grown up on Earth and not been subject to the abuse that the Batarians had bestowed upon her. She closed her eyes and let the sounds and songs of the night lull her slightly. As they did she thought of the Batarians now. People often said they were once a proud race but she had never met one that she liked. She knew they the Batarians she had known were just a small percentage of their people but she could not help hating them anyway. She had tried to be forgiving many time but her nightmares usually washed that away. Humans had simply been cattle to the Batarians she knew and they were cattle that was sold like a gun or a ship or any object would be bought and sold. Lanie had barely been thirteen years old when they figured out she had grown into a woman. She was smallish for her age at the time but she had started to grow breast and her body had started to develop curves. She had seen though what became of women once they matured. There were much better usages for them then the mines. She had desperately tried to keep her growth hidden by flattening her breast and wearing large clothing and it had worked for a while. She had even gone as far as cutting her hair short. She had been caught by one of her Batarian Foreman one day as she had snuck off to go to the bathroom. She had never forgotten the beating she had received that day, they had called it punishment for deceiving them. She was then sold rather quickly to Kaler. If there was ever a man she hated it was him. It was Kaler who had shown her just how awful life could get. It was Kaler who had tasked himself with breaking her and training her and she had given him a fight, as much as a thirteen year old could give. The only problem was she had no one to save her. The Batarians were particularly cruel and the other slaves were concerned only with their own welfare. She had gone through many phases the first year with Kaler, and his “trainer” Eloc. He had been defiant, depressed, angry, scared, at times she cursed her Uncle for not staying with her, or even at times her mother for letting her go shooting, but mostly, she blamed herself for not fighting harder or being stronger or faster. The first few weeks she could barely even move, nor did she particularly want to. She cried herself to sleep most night and on other nights she would lay awake waiting for Eloc to come and hurt her some more. Everyone told her to stop resisting but she just could not allow herself to give up so her training continued. The one day, when she was particularly battered and bruise and she hadn’t slept in days and she had taken some of the “Medicine” one of the other women had given her, Eloc came to get her and she could not resist any longer. She was a slave and she knew it, she was broken and tattered and tired, they had won and she had lost. Not only that they had made her one of their most prized slaves, treating her to more luxuries then most of the others. Keeping her clean and selling her to only the highest ranking Batarians and mostly human delegates. Eloc’s training had continued for the rest of the year but now it was a different kind of training. Now that she was broken she needed to learn what to do with a man and Eloc had been the one to teach her. She was compliant but at night she had dreams of killing the Batarian in the most hideous ways. She spent her entire teenage years as a puppet and slave to the will of men. She had almost died in that den of horror. As a matter of fact she was convinced she would have, had it not been for the Cerberus cruiser that had docked on Kelar’s station. At that time it had sported Alliance colours but when no one attempted to rescue the slaves she realized it was not Alliance, surely if it had been they would have rescued the human slaves. Even worse she had been assigned to entertain the Captain of the ship while Kelar was doing business with him. She remembered how he let her stay with him but at no time did he even touch her. She wanted to feel bad about that, like it was a slight to her but she could only feel relief. As much as she hated the Batarians that used her, she hated the humans more for it. She was their kind; they should be rescuing her, not abusing her. She sat in a corner quietly but she heard the man speak to his people and to Kelar and Eloc. She learned a lot in the time that she sat quietly in his room. She had found out where his ship was docked and when she had been given free time she would go down and watch the guards, see if she could find a way to escape. She would hide in the hold on the ship until she could get away and then be free. She knew it was a foolish dream but every day the ship was there, the braver and more defiant she became. It was a week into the visit when she realized there was a small loading door that no one watched. She could quietly slip in while they were loading the supplies and it would put her right in the hold as well. Then all she would have to do was find a place to hide. She had planned it all out and it had sounded great in her head, but she had no real knowledge on how ships worked or how pretty much anything worked. She knew she was good with explosives but any other “survival” traits she really did not possess, but she had the desire to be free and she was willing to die for it. She knew she had to try, if she had to stay with Kelar for one more day she would kill herself. That morning was like usual. She had woken in her pod and was taken to the Captains chambers. She still wondered why they brought her there; it wasn’t like the man really paid her any attention, which was a welcomed break. The morning he was out and as she rested on the soft couch as she usually did she spotted a card on his desk. It took her a few moments to work up the courage to find out what the card was. Looking at the door, curiosity got the better of her and moved over to the table and looked at the card. She recognized it as some sort of key card and wondered what it was for. She looked to the papers underneath and there, for her to plainly see, was the blueprints for the ship, not only that but as she went through the desk she found a knife. She smiled as she held it up and imagined what t would look like imbedded on Kelar’s chest over and over. She moved quickly, stealing on of the man’s shirt and some pants. It would not due for her to be running around with no topless with only a thing to cover herself. The clothing was much too big for her but with some tampering she was able to make it so that the pants did not fall down. She was so lightheaded and excited about the thought of escaping that she could not help but laugh at herself in the mirror. The first snag came before she even left the room. She froze in horror and there was a knock on the door. She had no idea of what to do, if she was found wearing these clothes she’d be beaten for sure. She worked herself into a panic quickly and when the door finally did open all she could do was stare with her mouth slightly open. She had expected the Captain or one of his men or anyone, but she had not expected Kelar and two of the guard. She swallowed as Kelar’s eyes moved about the room, trying to figure out what was going on. Lanie did not even give him a chance to speak before she sprang into action. Dying like this was much more preferable to going back to being a pawn for men to play with. Two long steps closed the gap between Lanie and the first guard and she brought the knife up fiercely, jamming it in his neck and pushing up hard. As she went to pull it back out but it was stuck. She cursed as she grabbed for the same pistol his hand was going for. She brought it up instead and shot at the second guard and was only slightly surprised as his blood covered the wall behind him. They had obviously not expected trouble as they were wearing only light armour and no barriers. She knew Kelar never wore armour, always choosing to be the well-dressed host. “Lanie, what do you think you’re doing?” Kelar asked, “This action will get you killed.” “Better dead then living like this,” She said and took a step towards him, his hands shot into the air, he was unarmed. “But why now, I mean we could talk about your release, you are one of our top girls, surely that could help us arrange something.” “I am not going back,” she said tears filling her eyes; “I can’t go back to that.” Her fingers rested on the trigger it would only take alight bit of pressure and Kelar would be dead, but he was unarmed. “You don’t have to; we can find other positions for you.” “Don’t lie,” she said through clenched teeth, “there are no other positions for people like me. There’s being a slave and then there’s being dead.” “We can work something out, I promise,” he said smoothly. He took a step towards her, “I am sure that if you put the gun d…” Lanie pulled the trigger as he went to take another step forward. It all seemed in slow motion, Kelar falling to the ground, his face nothing but a mess of blood and gore. Lanie did not even wait for his fall to end as she spun and ran out of the room. She moved as quickly as she could trying to be cautious. She was more than certain that they would be looking for her and she kept to the more obscure areas as she made her way to the Cerberus ship. When she got to the docking bay so froze as Eloc was there talking to the Captain. She remained hidden behind a crate as she watched, spotting the small loading door open with supplied going into the hold. She needed to get into the ship. Suddenly the alarms went off and Lanie covered her ears, she had never heard them before and had no idea how loud they were. Eloc placed his two fingers over his ears and she knew he was finding out the news. It was only seconds before he turned and ran, bringing his people with him. Lanie was not sure what was louder, her heart pounding in her chest or the alarm, but her heart got even louder when the Captain seemed to look in her direction. She ducked completely behind the crate and waited for what seemed like forever. When she looked back out there was no one to be seen. She crept out slowly keeping low to the ground as she moved to the conveyer belt that ran into the ship. There was still no one in sight, which worried her because there was always someone there. Quickly she climbed between two boxes and road with them into the ship. When she was safe inside she rolled off and hid, taking only a second to look around. Again there was no one in sight and she was beginning to panic. This was all way to easy. She found a spot at the end of the hold, in amongst a pile of boxes and she rested crouched with her arms around her legs. Her ear strained for the longest time, listening to hear of anyone else was in the room. It was hard to hear though with her heart still pounding. She closed her eyes and breathed slowly, trying to calm herself. As she did she noticed for the first time she was covered in blood. She looked to her hands where some of the blood was still slightly sticky and wet. She dropped the pistol and continued to look with morbid fascination. She had killed three Batarians, she had killed Kelar. A smile slowly made its way to her lips, she had done it. She allowed herself to sit down as she continued to look at her hand and she laughed slightly, and then covered her mouth so she wouldn’t be heard. Kelar was dead, that fucking bastard was truly dead and she had killed him. She had not planned on it and she tried to feel guilty but she just couldn’t, not after everything he had done to her in the last five years. Suddenly she felt guilty about not feeling guilty. She could only wonder if that made her less human. Or maybe the Batarians had simply beat the humanity out of her. It was a plethora of felling that ran through her and the moment and she simply was too tired to sort through them. The adrenaline in her system was seeping away and she was feeling heavy and tired. Exhaustion took over her quickly as she fought to keep her eyes open. With the steady thrum of the ship and thoughts of freedom in her mind she drifted off into a sleep. Lanie had no idea of how long she had slept before she heard someone yelling. She could clearly hear the Captains voice and he was being calm well someone else was yelling. As she woke she realized it was not yelling, more like bargaining and she knew that voice. “If you kill me you’ll have the Hegemony to answer to.” It was Eloc. Lanie crawled to the edge of the box. “Please, first the Hegemony will not publically acknowledge the fact that they support the slavers, we both know that. Secondly we don’t answer to anyone.” “So you’re going to kill me, first you take the supplies, then you kill Kelar and now you’re going to kill me. That’s bad business,” the Batarian said calmly. Lanie finally chanced a quick look to find the Captain standing in front of a chair that Eloc was tied to. Her eyes narrowed as she thought it was rather fitting. After all the horrible things he had done to her. She found herself willing the Captain to just kill him. “Actually, I am not going to kill you at all,” the Captain said and Lanie could not help but feel disappointment deep down. “You’re not?” Lanie could actually hear the hope in the bastards voice. “No, Eloc, don’t think that I don’t want to. I know who you are and what role you play on Kelar payroll. I would love to kill you and leave you to rot somewhere, however I am going to leave your fate to someone else,” he said and moved towards where Lanie was hiding. He held his hand out to her. She looked up to him for the longest time. He had known, somehow that she would try to escape. He had left the papers in place, the access key, the knife, that was all him. He had brought his men in from their position so she could sneak aboard and he had let her hide on his ship, she just couldn’t figure out why. Eventually she reached out and took his hand. He gave her a little smile. “Well, that was my favorite shirt,” he said noting the blood on it, he help her out of her hiding spot and brought her over to Eloc. “Are you kidding me, you’re leaving my life in the hands of the whore?” Eloc spat. Lanie looked from him to the Captain. “That is exactly what I am doing,” The man said and handed Lanie a knife as he took the pistol away. Lanie took it and could not help but stare at it. The light in the room glinted off it. She looked back to the Captain and understood. He was giving her a chance to take control of her own life. “Why?” was all she could spit out? He smiled to her again. “Because, I see something in you; a fire, a spirit, something that set you apart from the others, my dear. Or it could be as simple as you remind me of my daughter. Doesn’t really matter does it. You are here now, free, I promise and this is my gift to you.” She looked to him and wanted to feel gratitude but she couldn’t help but feel like she might have possibly gone from one slaver to the next. She wanted to trust this man but she wasn’t sure she could. Her eyes focus back to the knife as the Captain turned and headed to the lift. She could have quickly closed the distance and buried the blade into his back but she couldn’t do it. Instead she watched him disappear and turned slowly back to Eloc. “Well, bitch, kill me then if that will make you feel better. I presume it was you that kill Kelar.” She nodded slowly in answer to his question. She just looked to him and though of the first time she had met him, how he had tortured her and abused her, a thirteen year old child. “Did it make you feel big and strong?” she asked. She knelt down in front of him, “Beating and abusing a child, did you feel good?” “It was just my job; I was just doing my job.” Eloc defended. “But you enjoyed your job, you took pleasure in it, you kinda had to?” “What do you want from me bitch, to beg for my life. I will not lower myself to that. Not like you did, begging for me to stop, telling me how much it hurt.” Lanie’s hand came out fast and the knife sunk into the Batarian stomach. “Oh fuck,” he growled. “I remember hearing once that gut wounds are the worse, very painful. I find soldiers like to talk about the horrible things they have done when they are being intimate and I have heard more than once about what a stomach wound can feel like. Tell me, is it true.” “Screw you,” Eloc said. Lanie smiled slightly and twisted the knife from one direction to the next. Eloc screamed out and Lanie found that his scream seemed to satisfy some primal need. “Not any more you bastard,” She said and pulled the knife up slightly which resulted in some more screaming. “This must have been what you felt like when you held me down and forced yourself upon me. Very powerful this holding a life in your hand, having the control.” Eloc simply moaned in answer and she knew she was right, she pulled the knife up some more, listening to him scream and remembered screaming for him to stop as a little girl. She was now covered in his blood. “God, stop it woman,” He called out, “Just kill me.” “I don’t remember you stopping when I asked.” She said and again twitched the knife inside of him. He started crying and she froze looking at him. She pulled the knife out. “Crying is for babies, remember you told me that. You’re a man now.” She plunged the knife into his shoulder and continued to make him scream out in pain. She knew that she was stepping over a boundary somewhere but she didn’t care, each scream seem to cleanse her. She continued until he passed out and then she woke him up. “Now it’s over,” she said to him and she brought the knife up to his neck and cut has deep as she could she couldn’t take her eyes off him as he drew his last breath then began to convulse. A few seconds later he didn’t move at all. Lanie fell to her knees as any energy she had flowed out of her; the knife fell to the ground. She hung her head as it felt too heavy to hold up. She knew she should have felt guilty for what she had just done but she just couldn’t not after all she had been through because of him. When she had escaped she had never expected this outcome, not even in her wildest dreams. She felt nothing; she felt nothing and had no idea of how she was supposed to feel. By the time the Captain returned she had no energy to even try anything with him. Not that she was sure she wanted to anyway. She simply looked up to him from where she knelt. He looked from the Batarian to her and then leaned down and picked her up. “Come, my dear, we need to get you cleaned up and then we have a lot to talk about,” he whispered to her and she was too exhausted to even argue. “A penny for your thoughts,” Sam’s voice interrupted her daydreaming, Lanie opened one of her eyes and smiled slightly. She could not help but wonder what Sam would think of this particular part of her past. Sam was such a good person, not that Lanie thought of herself as evil but she was capable of it. Sam sat down in front of her and leaned against her; she wrapped her arms around her and rested her chin on the woman’s shoulder. “I don’t think those thoughts were worth a penny,” she answered, “How are the horses?” “Set for the night, so what were you thinking?” Lanie looked ahead to the mountain and wondered if Sam would still have feelings for her if she knew was Lanie had done. It wasn’t that Lanie was ashamed of it, and she would certainly not have changed what she did, but most people would not understand. Sam was still pure in the sense that she could never imagine anything like that and Lanie decided it was best to keep it that way. She could not deal with loosing Sam at this moment. “I was thinking about how fickle fate can be,” she lied completely. “I mean fate saw fit to give me you but decided not to make it easy.” “Well, it’s not a vacation no, but maybe when everything is said and done it can be,” Sam said. “I have faith that everything will work out.” Lanie smiled and kissed the top of her head, “And that is what makes you special,” she whispered, “Don’t ever change.” Sam turned and looked to her, her eyes narrowing, “Are you sure you’re ok?” “I’m good, was just letting some old memories haunt me, but you’re here now so, I’ll stick to the new memories.” “And/or the memories yet to come,” Sam said a big smile taking over her face. “And the memories yet to come,” Lanie echoed and helped Sam to get comfortable so she could sleep.”While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. 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