Captured by the Yandere Space Pirates

"Syn~" Ila's voice broke the silence, low, almost intimate, her teal eyes narrowing.

"Oh Syn Syn sinny Syn~," she said, her tone shifting, a dangerous edge creeping in.

"I just counted the number of bullets you shot." She paused, her smile growing, her eyes glinting with cruel certainty.

"That plasma pistol you're holding has a magazine of twelve bullets. I replayed the scene in my mind, again and again, since I entered and you shot the other Ilas.

I'm sure you used twelve bullets.

So, shouldn't the magazine be empty now?"

Syn's heart thudded, his breath catching, his blood running cold.

Her smile was a predator's, her worry morphing into confidence, her teal eyes gleaming with sadistic glee.

He pressed the pistol tighter to his temple, his hand trembling, his mind screaming—this was a non-stop nightmare, a relentless assault with no reprieve, no escape.

"Do you want to risk it?" he asked, his voice a growl, his hazel eyes burning with defiance, though fear gnawed at his resolve, his body trembling, the metro's hum a mocking backdrop.

"Yes," Ila said, her voice steady, confident, her smile unwavering, her teal eyes locked on his, her certainty a blade to his heart.

She stepped closer, her boots clicking, her presence suffocating, her immortality a wall he couldn't break.

Mia moved, her instincts kicking in, her pale eyes blazing as she stepped in front of Syn, her body coiled, ready to fight.

She pounced, her shapeshifter agility a blur, her fists aimed at Ila's face, a desperate bid to protect Syn, to break this cycle.

But Ila was ready, her reflexes inhuman, her hand signaling the guards.

Gunfire erupted, the sound deafening in the cramped car, plasma rounds tearing through the air.

One bullet ripped through Mia's shoulder, another hit her other shoulder, her body jerking, a third struck her leg, buckling it.

She collapsed, her body crumpling to the floor, her breaths ragged, her clothes getting wet with blood, her mouth groaning with pain.

"Mia! No!" Syn yelled, his voice breaking, his heart shattering as he dropped the pistol, its empty magazine clicking uselessly as he pulled the trigger, the click-click sound a mocking echo.

He lunged toward Ila, his rage overpowering his fear, his body a weapon fueled by grief, by the sight of Mia's crippled form.

Syn charged, his bloodied face contorted with fury, his fists swinging in a wild arc, aiming for Ila's jaw.

She sidestepped, her teal eyes glinting, her smile never faltering, her body fluid, almost casual in its grace.

Syn's fist grazed her cheek, a faint red mark blooming, but Ila countered, her knee rocketing into his stomach, the impact driving the air from his lungs, pain exploding through his core.

He doubled over, gasping, but rage propelled him forward, his shoulder slamming into her chest, tackling her against the metro wall, the metal rattling under the force, the two guards' rifles shifting but holding fire, their visors reflecting the chaos.

Ila grunted, her hands grabbing Syn's shoulders, her nails digging into his bruised flesh, drawing blood through his olive uniform.

She twisted, her strength monstrous, flipping him onto his back, the floor slamming into his spine, pain radiating through his ribs.

Syn roared, his legs hooking around hers, yanking her down, their bodies tumbling in a tangle of limbs, the metro's hum a distant roar.

He landed a punch to her jaw, his knuckles splitting her lip, blood dripping, her teal eyes flashing with something new—anger, raw and dangerous.

"You're making me a bit angry, Syn," Ila hissed, blood trickling from her mouth, her smile twisting into a snarl, her teal eyes burning with fury.

She rolled, pinning him, her knees on his chest, her hands grabbing his wrists, slamming them to the floor, her strength overwhelming.

Syn struggled, his body bucking, his legs kicking, his boots scraping the metal floor, but Ila's grip was iron, her weight crushing, her black hair falling into her face, framing her snarling expression.

Syn's rage surged, roaring.

He twisted his wrist free, his fist rocketing up, catching Ila's nose, the cartilage crunching, blood spraying, her head snapping back.

She grunted, her grip loosening, and Syn seized the moment, his legs sweeping under hers, toppling her to the side, their bodies rolling across the floor, the guards' boots a looming shadow.

He straddled her, his fists pounding her face—one to her cheek, splitting the skin, another to her jaw, her head snapping to the side, blood pooling beneath her.

Ila's hands clawed at his face, her nails raking his cheek, drawing blood, her strength unrelenting even as her wounds bled.

Ila snarled, her body twisting, her elbow crashing into Syn's temple, stars bursting in his vision, the room spinning.

She shoved him off, her agility inhuman, and sprang to her feet, her teal eyes blazing, blood dripping from her mouth, her smile gone, replaced by a feral intensity.

Syn scrambled up, his breath ragged, his body aching, and lunged, his shoulder aiming for her midsection.

Ila sidestepped, her hand darting to her pocket in a blind spot, pulling a sleek knife, its blade glinting in the fluorescent light.

She drove it into his thigh, the steel biting deep, blood welling, pain searing through his leg like fire.

Syn screamed, his body buckling, his vision blurring, the knife's edge twisting as Ila leaned in, her breath hot against his face.

She grabbed his shoulders, spinning him, her arm wrapping around his throat in a chokehold, her strength lifting him off the floor, his back pressed against her chest, his wounded thigh screaming.

"Got you, Syn," she whispered in his ear, her voice a chilling caress, her teal eyes inches from his, her bloodied face a nightmare reborn as she tightened her grip, cutting off his air.

Syn gasped, his hands clawing at her arm, his nails scraping her skin, blood beading under his fingers, his vision darkening, his body weakening.

He kicked, his boots flailing, one catching her shin, but Ila didn't flinch, her chokehold unrelenting.

His eyes darted to Mia, her body crumpled, her blue blood pooling.

What? Blue blood?

With his remaining strength, Syn's desperation surged, his mind clinging to one last act of defiance.

He lifted his knees, his hands trembling as he gripped the knife still lodged in his thigh, the pain blinding, blood gushing as he yanked it free, his scream muffled by Ila's chokehold.

With a thrust, he drove the blade towards her, aiming to her side, but the knife met resistance, glancing off the vest she wore on top, the blade skittering uselessly.

"haha!" Ila's laugh was low, mocking, her breath hot against his ear. "I'm wearing a vest for a reason, Syn," she whispered, her voice a chilling caress, her lips brushing his neck just beneath his ear, planting a soft, possessive kiss that sent a shiver of revulsion through him. "Now just let go of it and sleep. Everything will be back to normal when you wake up."

Syn's body sagged, his strength fading, his vision darkening, Ila's words a poison seeping into his mind, her obsession a wall he couldn't break.

But before he could surrender to the darkness...

BOOM!

A deafening blast rocked the metro, the sound like a thunderclap, the car shuddering violently.

Ila's grip tightened, her teal eyes widening, a flicker of surprise breaking her composure, her gaze darting toward the source, eager, calculating.

The two guards spun, their rifles shifting toward the front of the car, their visors reflecting the flickering lights.

The next second, the metro lurched, its wheels screeching, then silence—it was no longer on the track.

The car floated, weightless, in the void of space, its hull groaning under the sudden shift.

A blaring warning echoed through the car, its robotic voice cold, urgent: "Warning: Track failure detected. Navigation systems offline. All passengers, brace for emergency stabilization."

The guards hesitated, their rifles wavering, their training faltering in the chaos.

Syn's breathing slowed, his body limp in Ila's grip, his consciousness fading, his hazel eyes fluttering, the pain and blood loss overwhelming.

Kingdom ships appeared outside the windows, their sleek forms glinting in the starlight, their cannons trained on the metro, hostile.

Boom!

Crash!

Another blast erupted, shattering a window to Ila's side, the glass exploding inward, a vortex of air screaming as it was sucked into the vacuum of space.

The warning message shifted, its tone more frantic: "Warning: Emergency bulkheads activating. All windows sealing in ten seconds. Secure positions immediately."

Ila's grip faltered, her body twisting to shield herself, and Syn slipped from her hold, his body dropping to the floor, his wounded thigh hitting hard, pain flaring.

Ila's hand shot out, grabbing his ankle before he could be sucked into the void, her strength anchoring him, her teal eyes blazing.

"What the fuck is happening!!!?" Ila yelled out her throat.

Suddenly, two figures entered the metro through the broken window, their space suits glinting, oxygen masks secured, their movements precise, trained.

The backup metal bulkhead slammed shut behind them, sealing the breach, the warning message silenced, the car's atmosphere stabilizing, though the air was thin, cold.

The guards reacted, their rifles snapping up, but the figures were faster, their plasma pistols flashing, two shots ringing out, precise, lethal.

pich pich

The guards collapsed, their visors cracking, blood seeping from beneath, their rifles clattering to the floor.