1. Redemption: Ch.4


    Date: 10/13/2015, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: Levanahyll, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    prison. She’d been free in death and they’d brought her back. Trapped her within this lab-grown vessel. Rayne began to rip at her skin, The pain was horrendous, the sight of the metal beneath soft flesh and muscle nightmarish. Still, she wanted to free herself, needed release from this prison that was not really her body. Lucien dove upon her, laying her flat on the metal table. Plates, bowls, and utensils flew in every direction. The reaper that had awakened her memories stumbled back, eyes and mouth gaping. Rayne continue to scream, the sound raw, scraping. Her new vocal cords bled and burned. When Lucien refused to let her go, holding her hands above her head. When he didn’t release her, she began to bang her skull against the unforgiving table, her legs thrashing to either side of his hips. “Stop it. God-damn-it, stop,” he yelled, “Remi.” Hands grabbed her head. Looking up, she saw the red-haired weredragon. Behind him, she caught a glimpse of Cyneolle preparing a shot. “No-no-no,” she tried to say, but her throat was ravaged, her voice all but unrecognizable. The sharp sting of the shot pierced her neck and the nightmare of her life winked out. Lucien stared down at his sleeping beauty. “She hated this thing,” he growled in anger. Chameleon stood on the other side of the glass stasis unit. “I won’t allow her to awaken inside it, but even if she did, she wouldn’t remember ever having an aversion to it.” Lucien’s gaze snapped to the flaxen haired reaper. At least it ...
    looked like a reaper. Chameleon’s real name used to be Iophiel. That was before he was almost killed when the Edenian’s destroyed Pluto. Cyborg’s had found his damaged ship floating in space and had saved his life. Sort of. The reaper once known as Iophiel was turned into an amorphous mass of liquid metal and nanotechnology. It was a wonder he was able to retain the essence of his life force, but Lucien could see it flaming around him like the corona of a sun. “Tell me again what you’re doing to her,” Lucien needed to be sure. Chameleon didn’t even blink. “We’re repairing her memories and feeding her mind with information. She will have understanding of how she functions as well as other knowledge she was deprived of as a sex slave.” “And that’s going to keep her from hurting herself again?” “If that’s what she chooses, yes.” Lucien frowned. “That’s not good enough.” “She didn’t fully understand what she was. She thought she was less than human rather than just enhanced.” Lucien looked at Chameleon again. For a moment he thought he’d detected a note of pride in the borg’s voice. “I want her to have a normal life.” Chameleon grinned now. “Normal?” he leaned closer. “What is normal, Lucien, descendant of Angelos?” Lucien winced. Only reapers were called Angelos. Another reminder that he was a wingless Seraph. Not normal at all. “What about the battle pet hiding in the envirolevel?” “Leave him alone,” Lucien snapped. “I was only inquiring,” Chameleon deadpanned. “I assure you that I ...
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