CLIFFHANGER'S moi ? !! (parisindy batts eyes innocently) heeheehee
Okay here's the next part be warned it rated "R"
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Harper sat amongst the chaos. He was still too stunned to react. His head felt foggy and his stomach rolled. The smoke was starting to clear and all the clear could reveal is more death. Harper had seen death before. In fact he had been witness to scenes like the one that lay before him many times. Magog raids, Nietzschein cleansing raids. Hell he had even killed before, more times then he could count. He fought when he needed to, kill when he needed to. It was the way to survive on earth. But, these people… he didn't hate them, hell he didn't even know them and now they were dead because of him. All he wanted to do was get off of earth because things would be better. He looked around him. Nothing had changed.
He felt ill, the room began to spin and he was loosing his battle with nausea.
As if the voice of the devil was whispering in his ear he heard someone call his name. "Harper…BOY!"
Harper blinked a couple of times and looked around. There was nothing but death, no movement at all. "HARPER!" the voice screamed. He brain started to function a little and he realized the voice was Sirius's and it was coming from his control collar. He lifted his wrist to his mouth. "Yeah."
"Get on your feet and go to the vault."
"Sirius…" He was still dazed and was having trouble focusing on what was being said. "There all dead."
"Of course they are...now hurry, security is on its way! On your feet now!"
Harper looked around the room and spotted the vault towards the back… he stepped over the body of the man who had accused him with his dying breath, who's face would forever haunt him in his dreams. He stepped over many more. There could be hundred's here his mind raged but he turned his thoughts off. He needed to get through this. Once again he was doing what he needed to.
"I'm here." He whispered into the collar on his wrist.
Sirius voiced buzzed back an urgent reply "Open the door and look for two large blue bags grab them and get the hell out! Hurry!"
Harper reached for the vault door but something blocked his path. He looked down and met the glassy stare of a beautiful young woman. Her body lay slumped against the door. She had blue eyes and light green hair that matched the very subtle jade colour of her skin. He couldn't break the gaze. Moments ago she had been alive.
Harper very swiftly and violently lost control of his stomach. He turned his head and heaved the contents of his stomach on the floor.
He wiped his hand across his forehead. He could hear sirens. He reached down and with a brief apology grabbed the young woman's arm and pulled her away from the door. With in seconds he had found the bags Sirius had mentioned and ran out the door.
He saw the ship and ran up the boarding ramp. Thelma's engines were already running and the minute he was on board the airlocks sealed behind him. He felt her shutter as they entered the upper atmosphere.
He leaned against a nearby bulkhead and his knees buckled. He slid down the wall to the floor. It was only then he realized he still had the bags in his hands. He looked down at his hands that were clenched around the material of the bags. The adrenaline in his system was starting to dissipate and reality was setting in.
His hands started to shake.
Sirius walked from the cockpit area and crouched down beside him, studying him. "You did well boy. Tonight we'll celebrate." He smiled and ruffled Harper's hair like a dog.
Harper's voice was scratchy from the poisoned smoke but like the man who lay dying he needed to know.
"Why." he stopped and coughed "why did you kill them?"
"Those creatures belonged to a race that my pride has been at war with for a hundred years. We dealt them a heavy blow they won't soon forget." Sirius looked at him a moment longer and then leaned forward to remove the bags from Harpers now limp but shaky hands.
Harper coughed again, he could feel his body failing him, and vertigo was setting in. Sirius grabbed his shirt as he started to tip over and helped him lay down. "Wh…why didn't I die?"
Sirius laughed a light laugh. "By the looks of you, you might yet… didn't you notice boy?"
Harper shook his head barely conscious.
Sirius laughed again. "They were all humanoids but you were the only human. The gas was created that way."
Harper heard Sirius stand up and he could feel the bags were gone.
He dozed in out of consciousness for hours. He had a fever and the cold metal of the bulkhead felt cool against his back. In one of his waking times he watched the group of Nietzscheins sitting around a small table examining the contents of the two sacks. Their voices floated over him like clouds.
"I'm telling you Sirius the Engine of Creation is just a pipedream. This is the real deal! We could make enough money to build a whole fleet of fighters… hell, we may not even have to they might already be built!"
"I don't know are you sure these are genuine?"
"Absolutely… and look at the date on the chips…fifty years after the fall of the common wealth, after Tarn Vendra was cut off!"
Sirius shook his head in disbelief. "We still have no idea how to get there…"
One of the older Nietzscheins, one that barley ever spoke cleared his throat. All talking stopped and everyone turned towards him. "There might be a way…"
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TBC
Okay here's the next part be warned it rated "R"
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Harper sat amongst the chaos. He was still too stunned to react. His head felt foggy and his stomach rolled. The smoke was starting to clear and all the clear could reveal is more death. Harper had seen death before. In fact he had been witness to scenes like the one that lay before him many times. Magog raids, Nietzschein cleansing raids. Hell he had even killed before, more times then he could count. He fought when he needed to, kill when he needed to. It was the way to survive on earth. But, these people… he didn't hate them, hell he didn't even know them and now they were dead because of him. All he wanted to do was get off of earth because things would be better. He looked around him. Nothing had changed.
He felt ill, the room began to spin and he was loosing his battle with nausea.
As if the voice of the devil was whispering in his ear he heard someone call his name. "Harper…BOY!"
Harper blinked a couple of times and looked around. There was nothing but death, no movement at all. "HARPER!" the voice screamed. He brain started to function a little and he realized the voice was Sirius's and it was coming from his control collar. He lifted his wrist to his mouth. "Yeah."
"Get on your feet and go to the vault."
"Sirius…" He was still dazed and was having trouble focusing on what was being said. "There all dead."
"Of course they are...now hurry, security is on its way! On your feet now!"
Harper looked around the room and spotted the vault towards the back… he stepped over the body of the man who had accused him with his dying breath, who's face would forever haunt him in his dreams. He stepped over many more. There could be hundred's here his mind raged but he turned his thoughts off. He needed to get through this. Once again he was doing what he needed to.
"I'm here." He whispered into the collar on his wrist.
Sirius voiced buzzed back an urgent reply "Open the door and look for two large blue bags grab them and get the hell out! Hurry!"
Harper reached for the vault door but something blocked his path. He looked down and met the glassy stare of a beautiful young woman. Her body lay slumped against the door. She had blue eyes and light green hair that matched the very subtle jade colour of her skin. He couldn't break the gaze. Moments ago she had been alive.
Harper very swiftly and violently lost control of his stomach. He turned his head and heaved the contents of his stomach on the floor.
He wiped his hand across his forehead. He could hear sirens. He reached down and with a brief apology grabbed the young woman's arm and pulled her away from the door. With in seconds he had found the bags Sirius had mentioned and ran out the door.
He saw the ship and ran up the boarding ramp. Thelma's engines were already running and the minute he was on board the airlocks sealed behind him. He felt her shutter as they entered the upper atmosphere.
He leaned against a nearby bulkhead and his knees buckled. He slid down the wall to the floor. It was only then he realized he still had the bags in his hands. He looked down at his hands that were clenched around the material of the bags. The adrenaline in his system was starting to dissipate and reality was setting in.
His hands started to shake.
Sirius walked from the cockpit area and crouched down beside him, studying him. "You did well boy. Tonight we'll celebrate." He smiled and ruffled Harper's hair like a dog.
Harper's voice was scratchy from the poisoned smoke but like the man who lay dying he needed to know.
"Why." he stopped and coughed "why did you kill them?"
"Those creatures belonged to a race that my pride has been at war with for a hundred years. We dealt them a heavy blow they won't soon forget." Sirius looked at him a moment longer and then leaned forward to remove the bags from Harpers now limp but shaky hands.
Harper coughed again, he could feel his body failing him, and vertigo was setting in. Sirius grabbed his shirt as he started to tip over and helped him lay down. "Wh…why didn't I die?"
Sirius laughed a light laugh. "By the looks of you, you might yet… didn't you notice boy?"
Harper shook his head barely conscious.
Sirius laughed again. "They were all humanoids but you were the only human. The gas was created that way."
Harper heard Sirius stand up and he could feel the bags were gone.
He dozed in out of consciousness for hours. He had a fever and the cold metal of the bulkhead felt cool against his back. In one of his waking times he watched the group of Nietzscheins sitting around a small table examining the contents of the two sacks. Their voices floated over him like clouds.
"I'm telling you Sirius the Engine of Creation is just a pipedream. This is the real deal! We could make enough money to build a whole fleet of fighters… hell, we may not even have to they might already be built!"
"I don't know are you sure these are genuine?"
"Absolutely… and look at the date on the chips…fifty years after the fall of the common wealth, after Tarn Vendra was cut off!"
Sirius shook his head in disbelief. "We still have no idea how to get there…"
One of the older Nietzscheins, one that barley ever spoke cleared his throat. All talking stopped and everyone turned towards him. "There might be a way…"
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TBC