At Avon's Mercy by Ness Ayton
One of my earliest stories, which may explain a lot.
Avon smiled down at his fellow travellers; what an interesting predicament they were in. Cally glared up at him, reading his thoughts.
"Don't you dare," she snarled. "Yellow will kill us."
"Red's effect might be interesting……" Avon mused aloud, spinning the controls. "…….And red it is."
A groan went up from Tarrant.
"Have mercy, Avon, I'm in agony here."
"When's he ever shown mercy?" Vila demanded, actually managing to suppress his own scream of pain.
"Blue now," Avon continued, ignoring them all totally.
"That's it," Dayna gasped, "I'm going to have to give up in a minute."
"You can't," Tarrant told her, "if you go, we all go."
"Sorry I'm doing my best to hang on," his colleague whispered, trying desperately to ignore her pain.
"Green!" Avon pursued relentlessly.
"Aaaaargh!!!!" With a full throated yell Dayna collapsed becoming entangled with the others and dragging them down behind her. Vila wriggled his way out from under the mound of bodies, removed Cally's hair form his mouth, glared up at Avon and said,
"Whoever gave you "Twister" for your birthday deserves to be handed over to the Federation!"
