[MissMonster]

Kill them.

Ghost felt her body grow hot with constricting pressure, her heart plummeting within her chest. No sooner had the command been issued did everyone began to rise from their position with sinister succession. Fear clung to her like a vice as her lavender eyes darted to and fro, unsure of which goon to focus on. She clutched her little shiv firmly, almost tight enough to lighten the skin of her hand. She wanted to grab Reaper and run, but how could she? They were trapped, forced to fight for their life or pay the consequence.

Her eyes were wide as she continued to move backwards, doing her best to calculate a plan within her frenzied mind. Ghost wasn’t use to fighting so overtly, not like Reaper who was far better fighting up close and personal. The pink haired girl was accustomed to combat in the shadows, using stealth to advantage.

But within the Fortuna, she was cornered. There was no shadows to slink into, no walls to scale.

Ghost was left wide open.

Her eyes went to Cassie first, deciding if she could dodge her, she could aim the shiv right for her leg.

But that would mean she’d lose her shiv in the process.

In her worried haze, she had finally noticed quite the foreboding visage of a man brandishing is own dangerous weapon. The blade was far larger than her ‘ittybitty’, and the expression she wore could rival that of most malicious criminals. Ghost bit her lip, she could feel the nerves detaching themselves from her every being as she continued to move backwards, jumping slightly when her back finally hit the wall behind her.
It dawned on her now…that the entirely of the Fortuna’s crew had their eyes focused solely on her! She fought to control her breath, but could do very little but slink to the floor in almost terrified acceptance of her fate.

Was this to be the end of her now? Her body felt frozen in fear as she slowly looked to her side. Her cousin, Reaper, was still fighting.

….She was still fighting.

Ghost bit her lip, forcing herself to stand on shaking legs. While everyone was advancing upon her, her eyes remained on the dangerous looking fellow with the nefarious grin. She grit her teeth, aiming the shiv as if a small dart for his neck.
“If I die here, I’m gonna at least take your ugly mug with me!” She shouted with renewed confidence.

“We ain’t gonna die!” Reaper responded to her cousin, a reassuring glance was all she could offer as she prepared to attack the captain. “Not before we get to where we need to go.” Was she delusional? Had she not seen the amount of people advancing on Ghost? Or was this her way of going out like a badass? Either way, Reaper was prepared for something. The captain may have dodged her weapon, but she was ready to deliver a kick right for his groin.

However…

As their eyes met, it appeared the captain had a sudden change of heart.

He issued a new command, this time to spare their life. Reaper paused in her movements, quirking a confused eyebrow.

Ghost—on the other hand—was quite relieved! It showed true as she sighed, though her eyes never left the pale man still approaching. “We…we weren’t going to kill you yanno!” She managed, despite her trembling. “Neither of us know how to fly.” Ghost decided she did NOT like this man one bit, and was just about ready to throw the knife at his eye when the captain forced him to cease walking. The girls exchanged a glance, and judging by Reaper’s readied stance, she was just about prepared to charge over there and tackle the man herself!

But…even though the captain showed them kindness…

Reaper hadn’t forgotten his humiliating words of earlier. The blue haired girl set her gaze on him once more. “You’re soft.” She uttered, swooping up her long teal locks into a high pony tail. “Your Casper looking friend over there is right. I was going to kill you without a second thought.”

“Okay but that wasn’t really according to plan though.”

Reaper ignored Ghost as she scrutinized the captain. “We might be just a couple of ‘kids’ to you….but let me tell you what I ain’t. A pussy.”

Ghost groaned inwardly. She knew where this was going. Reaper was going to fight him now…there was no doubt about it. She would have to help her.

That’s what family is for. And they were all each other had left.

Just as she was about to join her side, the darker skinned male she had previously worried about finally spoke up. Her lavender eyes widened upon his words, nibbling her lip.

“Ghost.” It was Reaper’s voice now. Her cousin was tossing off her large jacket, revealing the close-fitting black body suit she wore underneath it. “Don’t worry about me okay? This is between me and him.”

“But—“

“Nah, I got this fam.” She flashed her pink haired cousin a smile. “If one of those guys…namely pale face…acts funny? You gimme a shout.” She glared at that man with narrowed, vengeful eyes. “Hear that pig? After I beat your captain…you’re next.”

Ghost always admired Reaper’s ego, her confident stride as she faced the captain…and she wondered idly if her cousin was dropped on her head as a baby. With a concerned exhale, she placed her shiv back in its sheath to cheer (and pray) for her cousin’s battle. She stood a ways from the other crew, namely out of mistrust. Still, she couldn’t help but sneak a glance towards the tall, darker skinned man. Out of everyone here, despite being rather formidable, he seemed the most ridden in compassion.

She had to wonder why.

“Go get him Reaper!”

Meanwhile, Reaper was prepared for war.

Her blue eyes narrowed into slits as she scrutinized the captain up and down. Gone was his prior blood-thirstiness, replaced with something the teenage girl couldn’t quite place.

“If I beat you…this ship is mine.” Regardless, she was going to fight him. Balling her hands into fists, the young half alien went running for him with a scream of exertion. She didn’t have her usual weapons, her baseball bat was broken on the head of some drug dealer yesterday. But she still had her fists!

She hopped a little as she went to strike, aiming her knuckles for the captain’s jaw. Reaper had been in street brawls most of her life; fighting for herself, fighting for Ghost, fighting for their survival. Her style was a wild, unhinged mess of brutally attempting to garner the upper hand with frantic, quick collisions.

Reaper was ready to show the captain and his crew just what she was made out of.