The Dress

*Green eyes slowly look up from beneath dark bangs to land on the object' hanging from the back of her closet door. It had arrived in the morning, delivered by some poor tech who had no idea what it was only that they had been told to deliver the package to her quarters. They definatley hadn't expected her reaction...the poor tech had been terrified. Probably needed new pants after seeing her fist fly into the wall so close to his head.*

*She had lost the bet and she knew she had to pay...but she hadn't expected this, she had expected something like an oversized mumu or flourescent green polka dots or something equally ridiculous....not this....this was something that any common whore or the rookie Pirahna would wear...there was nothing there...it wasn't that she was body concious, she had nothing against complete nudity and was just as comfortable without clothing as with, but this....this was....provacative....she had never in her life even worn a dress let alone something like this....dresses were frivolous and useless.. this was beyond that, this was a walking advertisement....only she wasn't selling.*

*her gaze passes once more to the open gun sitting in her lap and she picks it up, her gaze passing down the length of the barrel as she runs the rod through it...a heavy sigh leaves her as the cloth comes out white...you can only clean a gun so much...and she had been cleaning it since she came out of the shower three hours ago...her gaze passes once more to 'it' then journeys down to the shoes...who the hell invented those suckers, they look almost painful...a feral smile crosses her lips as she whispers to herself* I hope they do, then he might get a taste of his own medicine

*almost reluctantly she reassembles the gun and slides it back into its holster....a smirk crosses her face as her gaze lands on the other box that had been delivered a few hours after the dress..a small innocent looking thing with yet further implements of torment and torture within its confines...garterbelt and stockings.....he was really taking advantage of this whole promise, one that was so old she had almost forgotten it.....it wasn't until just an hour ago that he had sent up the final insult to complete the garment.....a backless, strapless bra.....with a small note saying when he would pick her up, this one had simply been dropped at her door...she was guessing that he couldn't get anyone else to handle his 'special delieveries', everyone was probably in fear for their lives*

*This was all because of a stupid bet she had made almost two years ago to a new recruit, a new model of hunter. She had been thrown in with a few of the new cyhunters for training, she was there to help with the rehab and teaching, but also to learn about the new recruits and their abilities....her key role though, had been to befriend them, learn their temperments and make them a little more at ease in this new world. Overtime she had gotten a little closer to some of them than she had planned, got to know them on a more personal basis, perhaps a little too personal. After all, here she was procrastinating about getting ready for a date....the first one she had ever actually been on....she had been out before, had a little fun with the boys, but there had always been some distance there...after all, she was Scratch's daughter, born and raised as a Hunter...always head of the class, but she had never been on a date, or a had a real boyfriend....she was supposed to be a leader, she couldn't afford to mix at that level....and she doubted Scratch would accept it*

*When one of the new Cyhunters had started showing a little too much ego, started thinking he was better than the rest she had challenged him, and won....his response had been some smart ass comment about her sexual preference...and she had responded in like, with a bet .... one that had long since escaped her mind, but it hadn't left his....that cybernetic brain that recorded everything and seemed to recall it all in perfect detail.....if he could defeat her, then she would show him how feminine she could be...and last week he had won, how long he had been priming the moment she didn't know....but at the time it had seemed like he had suddenly figured out how to take full advantage of his cybernetics... up until then she had routinely defeated him in combat sims, some had been close, but never too close...last week he seemed to defeat her without effort, or maybe she was simply getting sloppy...She wasn't even quite sure how it had been done, she just remembered opening her eyes and his worried face was looking down at her. He had knocked her out, overloaded her somehow....It made her wish that they would hurry up and install the cameras in the training rooms so she could have something to review....Once he had seen her gain conciousness, he got a shit eating grin and oh so politely reminded her of the bet*

*with a sigh her gaze cuts to the clock then over to 'it' and then she slowly gathers up the outfit before dissappearing into the bathroom* someone is going to die for this *The words following as the door slams closed behind her*