Futurama Porn Story: A Time After Chapter 3
A/N: That was no cliffhanger! Shameful. Also, last chapter
was really short…. if you want to call it a chapter. Better to imagine this
as all coming together when I let TLZ put it up. But now…. more will be
revealed!
Also, part of this chapter has been storyboarded. Isnt that
awesome?
(Note: If this fanfic doesnt make any sense, dont worry.
That wasnt what I was aiming for.)
The window was frosted with blue ice, and the view outside was
just about as interesting as the frozen crystals. The darkness in the room was
not unbearable; conserving the energy here wasnt hard when you didnt have to
eat, breathe, or use much electricity. Hed be in trouble when his minion and
prisoner arrived, they needed the valuable resources that were hard to come by
here.
Ah, well, hed get rid of one of them and make a few changes
to the other. Then, world domination would be imminent.
Leela found herself staring at a grey ceiling, unable to
understand how long she had been. She felt sick, like she was going to throw
up. After several more moments of silent confusion, she tried to get up.
Everything was working like normal, but she felt a bit banged-up and sore. She
even saw a bruise on one of her arms, which was odd. Then it came to her she
wasnt in her apartment!
She felt an adrenaline rush, and began to really study the
room she was in. It was a small room, lit by a single lighting panel in the
center of the room, with an uncomfortable bed, a dresser attached to the wall,
and a small door that was open to reveal a bathroom. Leela felt cramped, and
she was freezing as well. She noted that she was in the same undergarments she
had been in when the stranger entered her apartment and knocked her out.
Maybe hed been kind enough to leave her some clothes to
wear.
She walked over to the dresser, each step across the cold
floor burning her feet. She opened the top drawer, but found nothing. She was
lucky with the next drawer; several pairs of all of her clothing were neatly
folded in there. She hastily put on a shirt and a pair of pants, though they
did almost nothing to protect her from the freezing atmosphere of the room.
She spotted the door release, and hurried over to it with
bare feet. Her boots seemed to be missing, but it didnt matter. The door
hissed open almost silently. Leaning her head out into the dark hallway, she
saw nothing out of the ordinary. She tentatively put a foot out, and when she
felt safe enough, exited the room.
The whole ship she was on seemed foreboding and dreamlike.
She didnt open any of the doors in case her kidnapper lurked behind one, ready
to do something terrible to her. Finally, she came to the end of the hallway,
and found the starships bridge.
There was nobody in it when she entered. The whole place was
darkened, and the only light came from a computer screen that was built into
the pilots control station, a little behind the steering mechanism. The blue
glow was sharp contrast to the dreary nighttime onboard. Leela edged to the
pilots seat and sat down, admiring the view out of the front of the ship. The
chair was stiff, but it was better than laying awake in that bed wondering what
would happen next.
For what seemed like hours, Leela watched as the ship slowly
orbited a gaseous blue planet, almost forgetting how very cold it was in the
room. The light of a sun rising from behind it made the frost on the outside
of the window glitter and sparkle, and left her feeling slightly less homesick
than she was before.
Finally, she turned her eye on the screen in front of her.
There was nothing on the screen but a map of the surrounding planets, and the
one they were above in the center. None of the names on the map looked
familiar, or even in English. Small white letters at the bottom seemed to
proclaim an urgent message in a strange language that Leela had never seen
before. As she attempted to read it, she heard someone enter the room. The
lights came on and momentarily blinded her, and by then the person was standing
right behind her, a warm, human hand resting on her shoulder.
Fry could finally understand that something weird was
happening. The thick green water, doubled with the wires, made escape somewhat
impossible. He tried to reach out in front of him, but his fingers hit solid
glass. His mind began to race, just as something spoke to him from outside the
liquid prison, a distorted voice.
Hes made a complete recovery.
Later on, in the dining hall of the ship, Leela and her
captor ate a meal in a very cold silence.
Hed found her, all right; he gave her such a shock that she
had nearly screamed when he grabbed her shoulder like that. Forcing her away
from the computer, he had led her back to her quarters, and this time guarded
the door after putting her inside. Shed sulked for a while, but he opened it
later and told her that the meal was ready.
The kidnapped chewed his food, each time the rectangular
metal plate that went from under the left eye to his lip shifted. His entire
left eye was a robotic one, with an odd, square target-like pupil, and other
plating around it, probably to hold it in place. The other eye stared
mournfully ahead, glossy and slightly clouded. The eyelid drooped over it as
though dead, and too right that entire thing was. The rest of the kidnapper
seemed shrouded in shadow, as he wore a baggy hooded robe of some kind, trying
to mask most of himself. The other parts that could be seen were his hands; one
perfectly normal right hand, and one robotic left one.
Leela stared at him the entire time, trying to get eye
contact. Once in a while, she saw his robotic eye briefly lock on her own, then
look away again as though nothing happened. So desperate was she to try and get
a reaction, she was holding her spoon in the air for a while just staring,
until finally, the kidnapper couldnt stand it any more.
Why dont you put your fork down while youre eating? You
dont seem to know any proper table manners, he chided, half-jokingly.
Am I supposed to show respect to a man whos just dragged
me god-only-knows-how-many light years from my own home?
A good point… but you still need to show good etiquette.
You should be glad I didnt do any more damage to you than handle you a little
too roughly when I brought you down to the ship. And Im sorry for that.
Leela mumbled something about disrespect at the offender,
all the while keeping an eye on him.
Look, Leela. You and I may be stuck on board this ship for a
while, so let me tell you some things. He leaned on his robotic arm, and
gestured the human one at her. Dont stick that nose of yours anywhere you
know it shouldnt be, dont mess with me when Im not in a friendly mood, and
drop the innocence act. Youre not fooling anyone.
Innocence act? Leela guffawed. I deserve to know a few
things. Namely, where are we, why did you kidnap me… and what is your name,
or at least the name youre called by?
He looked away, as though shed struck him. In a quiet
voice, he admitted, I dont have one.
People had to call you something, Leela pointed out,
giving him an odd look.
There was another lapse of silence, in which Leela increased
her staring pressure. Finally, the captor started to crack under it and,
grumbling, explained what he could of his past.
I suppose at one point I had a name. Ill be damned if I
could remember it now, or for that matter, anything about my past. Its all
just… not there. Like I have it, but cant see it. I get a flash of dj vu
here and there, and sometimes even a brief sliver of memory, but nothing so big
as to give me any hints about myself. He paused, the silence almost loud as
his voice dropped away. Happy now?
To an extent. Her expression softened as she imagined what
it was like to have no past, no sense of self. A shadow of a person… Tell me
what you can remember about your past.
He looked away, the cold blue planet reflecting off his dead
right eye. Im not ready to talk about it.