Okay, okay! I give in to peer pressure already! Here's another chapter!

It seems that everyone is expecting these creatures to do something pretty drastic to our favourite Soldier.

But are any of you right?

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"For gods sake Becker! Watch out!"

Becker ground his teeth together, watching the creature in the corridor in front of him.

"I'm trying to, Jessica." He shot his EMD again. "Can you get me out of here?"

"Of course." She spoke with confidence but he heard a slight worry rising.

"What is it?"

"No, no it's okay. South. Go south. There should be another corridor that leads to a part of the building that's in development. For gods sake Becker RUN!"

Heeding her words Becker turned. He was not going to be able to fight these things off for much longer. He just hoped the others would arrive soon. What was he thinking, taking on an anomaly by himself? Wasn't he the one who always warned them about the dangers? Wasn't he the one who knew, from first hand experience- multiple times over- how terrifying it was to lose a friend and colleague due to these things? And here he was tempting fate to force it upon them too.

As he ran he heard another creature approach rapidly, there was only a few paces between him and the next room which, he was sure, he would be able to defend better than the hall. Increasing his pace to an outright sprint he jumped though the green plastic that covered the door way.

His upper body started to travel faster than the lower and Becker threw out his arms to break his fall. But the floor never came. Turning head over heels to his back, the soldier had no time to panic, no time to wonder how long the fall would last for or if he would survive.

Faintly registering a terrified squeal of the chasing creature and the crash of the case which had been holding the anomaly closing device hitting the ground, he knew he was next.

-/-

"Becker? Becker? Please talk to me!" There was pure panic in Jess's voice.

"Jess?" His head was pounding.

"Christ, Becker! What happened?"

"There wasn't any floor, Jess."

"WHAT?" She was tapping furiously at her keys. Then, "oh by the gods! I'm so sorry Becker! The plans said that this part of the building was to have been started two months ago. There have been delays. It…"

"Jess? It's pitch black down here."

"What? No. There should be south facing glass windows."

"Well, I can't see anything."

"There should-"

"Well there should have been a floor too, surely?" It wasn't Jess's fault of course but his head was pounding and having no visual aid was worrying him.

Was there another way down? There was a faint rustling noise. Were the things he was running from coming down? How far was it?

More importantly: Where the hell was his EMD?

-/-

Jess, back at the ARC, was fighting a panic attack. She had no idea was Becker was talking about. She had just found his position on the ground floor using a CCTV camera on the street outside and was watching him amble around. The soldier had been out cold for ten minutes during which time she had continuously asked him to respond. During that time the rest of the team had arrived at the site and were being a damn sight more successful at dealing with the incursion than Becker had been. Terrified for his wellbeing she sent Matt and Abby to find him.

-/-

Matt peered at him. "Can you see how many fingers I'm holding up?"

"I can't see anything! Would you all stop mucking about and turn on your lights!"

"Where's yours?"

"I lost it in the fall."

Matt sighed. "Sit down."

"Where exactly do you expect me to do that?"

Abby walked forward, took hold of his arm and lead him to an upturned box. "Sit."

He cautiously waved his hands behind him, sighing in relief as they found the box and he could confidently sit down.

"Becker. Would you open your eyes for me?" He did as told. "Okay, what do you see?"

He growled and spoke between gritted teeth. "I can't see anything."

Matt held his torch in a hand, using his fingers to minimise the light. Becker's pupils constricted but remained larger than normal. That didn't worry Matt, dilated pupils were normal after a fall or blow to the head.

"Look left? Good. Okay. Look right?" Matt sighed again, this time sounding extremely worried. "Abby, do you know what I'm thinking?"

"I don't know about eyes."

"I think it's trauma to the Occipital Lobe. Becker did you hit the back of your head when you fell?"

"Yea."

"Becker, I- I think we should get you back to the ARC.

"What is it, Matt?"

"Come on."

Becker felt the hands grabbing at him but he swatted them away. "What is it?" He spoke harshly but the response was nothing but silence. "Tell me!"

"I think you have Cortical Blindness."


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