Authors note: I'd like to take the time to allow you all to know I don't have a beta, and most of these chapters have been finished for some time. This one in particular was forced out while I had a nasty writers block so it may be a little icky in places. I began writing this story weeks before the movie had even came out, basing characters on the preview and what MB is known for in his female roles. I wasn't far off at all, to my delight. Regardless, my apologies again for a chapter that may not be up to par with the rest. Please continue to give the story a chance, thanks.

The future's not ours to see

Que sera, sera

She couldn't remember. It was the first thing she had noticed off about herself, that she couldn't remember her father's name or her boyfriends or even, her own for a little while. She had of course, accused the monster who had raped her, taken her innocence and made her enjoy it. He had simply looked at her from where he sat, overlooking the now alien world that was once earth. There were times when she swore she saw pity in those normally cold features. You're even dumber than you look, why would anyone pity a useless little thing like you? Her head began to ache, this had become normal.

"What have you done to me?" he would give his equivalent to a sigh, vents expelling hot air, his mechanical neck rolling with creaks and squeaks and hisses. His acidic gaze would land upon her form and his faceplate would shift and alter She'd asked the question everyday since she'd woken up, and by now the brute had grown tired of answering the same pointless question day in and day out. She had heard one of the aliens call him- what was it? Lockdown? He always called her firebug, referring to the fact he saw her species as nothing more than insects. That and the fact she'd given his window a nasty crack the day he'd raped her. It was strange to be given a name of what many on earth would have considered endearment. He calls you firebug because you're such a nasty little cockroach. She let out a whimper, shrinking backwards.

"I have already told you. There was nothing further done to you than what happened." she shook her head, eyes glassy. She didn't believe him, even more so she didn't like to bring up the fact that he'd raped her and she'd liked it. He harrumphed at her, turning his attention back to the earth that was being reformed into..whatever it was his employers saw fit.

She had to admit it wasn't what she had expected. She had expected it to be dark, and dreary. Maybe with a red hue, to look evil and cruel. It was in fact the opposite, and though she'd never admit it, probably much better than the old earth. She was afraid there would be no valleys or forests, and soon found that her captor enjoyed them more than the cities, and being it was partly his world now, forests would stay. She had noticed very quickly that the other 'rulers' of the new world weren't anyone her captor was very fond of. In fact on many occasions he would return from a meeting with them and be about as bitter as a hot lemon.

She couldn't really complain about the conditions she was kept in. She was fed four times a day, and on those four times the meals she was fed were clearly prepared by another human. He had been rather blunt about her size, said she was much too underweight, or that 'being below 130 made her more susceptible to injury. She figured it was just him telling her if someone thick and curvy would have been around, he probably would have taken her instead. Yes, because you're such a disgusting little thing to look at. Even the alien thinks you're sorry. Her head gave a sickening throb.

She had declined everything he'd offered, from the small living space with a bed fit for the now dead queen, to the fact she wouldn't have to worry about sweating to death ever. Not that that should have been one of her main concerns. You're such an ignorant twat. Your world is all but dead and you're worried about sweating. Her head throbbed again, a little bit harder this time. If anything she was surprised the ruthless beast hadn't strung her up and poked her with some sort of inhumane torture device. Instead he'd treated her to what she would have considered a princess. Maybe he had misread something through his research of the species and thought it. Stupid, ungrateful, disgusting cunt. Her head throbbed, she flinched. She didn't notice when he turned to glance at her, brow ridge raised in question. Offered food of a high quality and life and you're still fucking spoiled! Her head gave a loud, painful throb that shuttered its way down her spinal cord, causing her to shriek.

Always so useless. She folded within herself, trying to scramble away from him as he reached for her. He proved to be ever unavoidable, scooping her up in his hands as if she were some sort of liquid. She squirmed in the metallic palms, striking him with her petite fists. He ignored her, beginning his trip to wherever he was taking her.

He stopped after the short trip to a larger room than even his personal quarters, a hiss of vents signaling an aggravated sigh. Such a useless thing. She continued her sobbing as pain wracked through her slender form and she could have sworn she heard him coo something sweet to her.

"Doctor." he snarled as this grotesque little crab-like thing crawled from a crack in the dark, dimly lit room. The thing scaled a rail attached to the massive wall, scampering up to eye level with the lime-eyed giant. "She's in pain."

"So? She fleshy. No importance." There was a pause, so long she dared a glance up, taking in all the vicious looking medical equipment and the crab bot that was smaller than her. "We should kill. Maybe eat." The crab's eyes landed upon her and he rubbed two appendages together in a creepy manner. She shuddered, she hadn't thought about them needing to eat.

"Does she look like a form of energon to you?" The question was cold, and clearly very rhetorical. She almost cried out in relief, so they didn't eat humans. The crab bot frowned, scowling at her. "You might can eat her, doctor, but I prefer her alive." that caused whatever relief she had felt to flood from her body in one blow. If she lost his interest she'd probably end up something on the ships next meal.

"New planet gross, infested with insect. Like her" She looked up at the cold features of the beast, annoyance clear in the acidic greens he used for sight. The doctor indicated a table that looked far too large for even the charcoal colored being who held her in his palm.

"We'll leave soon enough. Stop bitching and see why she's squealing so much." The doctor grumbled. She was placed upon the large surface, sprawled out like a cheap trick, looking between the crab and the hunter in fear. Her eyes met the acidic optics of her captor, and she wished for all the world she could have read the expression. He was so stoic and unwavering. His face rarely changed.

"Must get rid of cloth. In way." That jarred her from her thoughts of Lockdown, bringing her back as a blade met the cloth that covered her skin poorly. She shrieked, crying out as the already thin night slip was cut away from her skin, leaving her bare in for all to see. She reached for a servo of the hunter's as he pulled it back, tear filled eyes full of a silent plea. He paused, offering but a second for her to say what she wished.

"Please don't- don't let him violate me. Not like you. Please." The thought of that vile little bot molesting her and having free reign of her nude form churned her guts, the food she'd been forced to gorge on threatening its hasty return. He gave her a uninterested look, optics dimming to cold slats as a scowl formed upon his faceplates.

"Why should I care what he does to you? " his words casted a chill to lash against her spine, her grip tightening on the dark metal finger before it was violently ripped from her grasp. "What is that?" he asked, no longer addressing her. Tessa turned frantically, eyes landing upon a needle that looked half the size of her arm, probably as thick around as her finger. The bot didn't do the usual nurse warning of counting to three, he simply shoved it within her shoulder and cackled at the scream that emitted from the girl.

"Whoops. Use too much. May die." There was a noise that was heard, one sounded like a computer-esque voice, the other she knew as the savage himself. The strange thing about the drugs, despite the fact they were horribly, horribly painful, was that you didn't actually fall asleep. So she saw everything, the blade he used to slice down her wrist, why that was necessary she wasn't sure. Then, came another needle, longer and thicker than the other. It looked like something you'd inject a turkey with. Then, he released something that resembled a metallic worm. It had spikes aligning it and one red eye. It clawed its way between her teeth, down her throat, hitting her gag reflex and nearly causing her to puke. After it felt around at the back of her throat, it reversed, splitting into different sections and spanning out. It climbed through her nasal cavity and then-and then, as if a button had been pressed, everything around her turned suddenly black.

:.:

"Hello?" she called out, looking here and there for some sign of life. Everything was so stark and empty, she could almost compare it to a hospital room. However, this was not a hospital, there was no furniture, nothing. It was simply white. She looked around, noticing the throb of her head had gone. Everything seemed so at peace, had she died? Surely the God's wouldn't reward her already.

"Reward you for what? Being a useless whore?" that voice, she'd heard it before. She looked around, her eyes found nothing.

"Who's there?" She tried to stand, but found she couldn't. There was a sickening cackle, one that reminded her of a witch.

"I'm the voice that makes you see how useless you are." The voice stated cooly. It was feminine, yet not her own. She gave a gulp. "But you can call me Coraline." a form appeared in front of her, missing its eyes and, dare she say it resembling her mother.

"You remember? Right? We've had conversations before. Long time ago, after your mummy first died." she looked at the apparition with cold eyes. "Technically, I suppose you could say I'm your mother, but I figure you won't be for that. Isn't that right Tessi?" the world she was in went quiet as a sharp flick of pain radiated through her cranium and once again she blacked out.

Whatever will be,

Will be.