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DOUBLED UP

Chapter One, The Capture

Myra had fallen asleep, but quickly woke up. In her hunched position, she was not able to move and had gotten cramps. The crate she had chosen to hide in left little room to move, in fact, only enough for her to shift or shuffle her feet. In spite of this, she was glad.

Heh, at least it is better in here than where I came from.
Myra thought, happily.

Right at that moment, under her sweatshirt, her lower back started to itch badly.

Oh no... HRK!
She said and she shifted carefully to itch her back.

Slowly, the crate rocked. It wobbled once, twice, and the crate flipped over. A loud clang echoed through out the room.

Hey, did you year that?

Yeah, I think it came from below deck. Maybe in the storage room?

Wherever it is, lets go check it out.

Two pairs of footsteps clanged down the metal stairs, heading down to the second floor, where the storage room was. In the storage room, there were many crates like Myras, but of different sizes, and they littered the edges. Because of the moving star cargo ship, the crates often bumped into one another, but never really made a lot of noise. Myra held her breath, and was frozen in her uncomfortable position. She had her neck on the floor of the crate, and her legs sprawled above her. In this position, her chest was folded awkwardly, and made it hard to breathe. Myra hung in that position for as long as she could, then suddenly... the footsteps stopped. Her oxygen was starting to run out, and just as the edges of her vision was going black, and spots appeared in her line of vision, she gasped out for air, loudly. Myras head felt full of air, and the pressure on her neck wasnt helping. As she panted, gulping in the air, she noticed a small beam of artificial light, shining through the top of her crate. Myra traced the beam, slowly, with her eyes, until she came upon a small hole that had been poked out with one of her knives. They had been hung around her waist, and during the tumble, the mustve punctured the wood. Myra examined the hole, curiously.

Two loud footsteps, way too close to her crate, ripped Myra out of her reverie and made her heart skip a beat. The shaft of light was blocked, by something above her, darkening the inside of her crate once again. As her eyes readjusted to the darkness, she observed with horror that the object blocking the light was a person, perhaps a crew mate, and that stranger was staring right back at her with a leering, toothy grin plastered onto their face.

Well, well, well, brother... I think that we have found our RAT. Ehehehe... Now what, oh what... SHALL WE DO WITH IT I WONDER?
Asked the creepy crew mate standing above her.

The face got closer, and closer, and closer... then there was silence. Almost, like the calm before the storm. The grin grew a tad wider, and the wood around the hole, splintered with a sickening crunch. Now, Myra could see the stranger clearly. He was a tall, lanky man, but no doubt he contained serious strength. She couldnt discern any distinguishing features, since he was still blocking the light. He brushed the wooden splinters off of his fist and shoulders, reeled it back, and sent it speeding towards her face. Still in shock, Myra could not move, she was glued to her bit of crate that was left and was frozen once again. All she could see was the incoming blow. That was the last thing she saw, before everything went dark. A few colors danced infront of her eyes... then nothing. She could neither see, feel nor hear anything. It was over. She had failed.

DOUBLED UP

Chapter Two, The Battle
SNEAK PEEK

Through the blackness something stirred...

Something of which has been unheard...

Perhaps it was a slice of life?

Or maybe something to cause strife...

In the deep, something bright...

Like a knife, to slice through the night...

Through the blackness something stirred...

Something spiked, and something... furred?

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Chapter Two, Memories

The darkness was dark, and heavy. But, slowly through the murky blackness, a light shone and something murmured in the distance. The blindness became more grayscale, and blurry shapes showed themselves. Myra found herself strapped to a chair, a fraying rope chafing her wrists and ankles. Her head felt like it was filled with lead. Heavy, and unresponsive. The first thing she felt was a tingling in her fingers. Then it turned to pins and needles, but Myra was glad that at least she could feel something. Her finger twitched... then moved, then twitched again. Slowly, feeling returned to her body, part by part. Finally, she could feel her face. The first thing that she felt was an itch on her nose. Naturally, she made to lift her hands and itch it. Immediately, she regretted it, as her arms (behind her) cut their own wrists as they pulled away from each other. Her hands were yanked behind her back once again, by the incessant rope. Myra lifted her throbbing head, and looked at her surroundings. She had been tied to a chair in the controls room of the star cargo ship. As Myra searched for a weapon, or something to cut her out of her makeshift prison, a voice drifted from around the corner... no, two voices!

That seems to be the best course of action boss
Said a high, squeaky voice

Agreed. What better punishment than to send that little rat back to the place she was running from
Replied a deeper, gravelly voice.

It appeared that they had been talking for sometime, and had not noticed that their stowaway had regained consciousness. As the words filtered through Myras head, their meaning became clear to her. They were going to send her back where she came from. The place that she had worked so hard to get away from, to cut herself off from, and to disassociate with. The thing that had been chewing on her from the inside, to her core. Fear made her pupils contract, and her fingers tremble. A bead of sweat rolled down her neck from her scalp, leaving a wet streak behind it. Tears pricked at the back of her eyes, threatening to break away and fall, as horrible memories dug themselves up from the grave. These memories flashed before her eyes like a grotesque flashing film, filled with horrors to make even a sailor grow pale.

A dark room with torture weapons of all sorts. A cracked linoleum tiled floor was the only thing to look at when she was pushed down to her hands and knees. A knife. A whip. A large crack in the air above her head. Flames, shooting across her back. Pain. Blood spattered onto the floor. Her blood presumably. Tears mixed with the blood swirled into a pastel pink. A pounding in her ears. Vision going dark, and waking up the next morning on the tiles, shaking. Tracing the cracks with her finger, waiting until she had enough strength to get up. Any movement rewarded with pain, and reopening the back wounds.

Myra found herself staring at her lap, trembling, as tears flowed freely...silently... down her face. She could not go back. It was out of the question. Her fear transformed into anger, and she used her pain to harness it. Myras vision went red. The ropes would come away easily when she was in this state. She felt unstoppable. In fact, she was unstoppable.

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Nice story so far!
If you do not mind, I could go through and edit/point out everything that could be fixed. If you don't need editing, I then withdraw my offer.

I would be so grateful. I know that my writing skills arent amazing, s is a huge help! Would you mind if I messaged you the draft of next weeks thing, so you can edit it?

Yes, if you wish, please do send me the draft. As a tip for you, try to make chapters longer, they tend to be more than just one or two thousand words, so each chapter should be more than just one post.
If you've read my story on here, you can see that I have a minimum of six thousand words in one chapter across a minimum of three posts.
Don't rush the chapters, make them adequately long and not as short as they are. Take your time writing, you don't need to update a chapter every time you update the story, all you do is just update part of a chapter.
With longer chapters, the story looks more professional and it flows better.

True, thank you for your insight! By the way, I love your story. I follow it all the time.