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GOOD VERSUS EVIL - part 8
Thanks for all the reviews from last time. THIS GETTING TO BE HABIT, SO AWFULLY SORRY it's been so long since an update, AGAIN!...hope this will keep you going! I've pasted the ending of part 7 at the start to act as a recap.
Apologises again, and THANK YOU for those still sticking with it.
Dr Bob Mathias checked on John Koenigs life support and was happy to see the commander peacefully sleeping. He put down the clipboard chart and went over to sit and read for abit. The door suddenly slid aside as he opened the book and he looked up to see Professor Bergman standing there, standing quite still in the doorway. The light was dimmed in the medical centre so the older mans form was outlined slightly by the outer corridor glare.
Mathias frowned and with a sigh stood up, he hated to be disturbed on the night shift, it was the only free time he got to catch up on his studies.
"Can I help you professor?"
Bergman never said a word. He just stood there.
The doctor put down the book and went to step alittle closer, " Professor!" he cried out a tad louder.
Bergman turned his head like he had just heard him and smiled , " Arrrrr Mathias, I was wondering whether I can talk to John...there are certain issues I need to speak to him about regarding our situation"
Dr Mathias looked over at the commander, " He is resting Professor...I suggest maybe in the morning I can..."
"Nooo, I insist it has to be now doctor"
Mathias stood back. The older man approached the commanders bed and turned, " You can leave us doctor there is no need for you to be here"
Mathias felt that something was not quite right. Bergman, although SEEMED himself physically, was different somehow. He couldn't quite put a finger on to what it was.
"Well all the same, I'd rather stay if you don't mind, I'll be over in the medical store"
The professor turned to Koenig and smiled, then placed a hand on his shoulder, "John...John can you hear me, it's Victor here..."
And John opened his eyes...
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Over at launch pad 4, Gary Jones and his team had taken the travel tube to the dockport of Eagle Three.
A slender man, younger than Jones, turned, " Preparing to board Eagle Three Mr Jones"
Jones nodded and his junior colleague pressed the button that slid the doors back. The travel tube dock first, then the module doors of Eagleflight Three.
They stepped inside and was immediately aware of the musty smell. A broad man named Don breathed out a chuckle of amazement, " WHERE has all this dust come from? It's like it's landed somewhere and somebodys opened the doors to a duststorm!"
"It's not just that..." Jones pointed to the banks of control panel, "...I've SEEN that state of equipment before"
Don and the junior member of staff glanced at one another as Jones went on,"...It's like those graveyards of planes you get in the desert. Where the display panels look so, ancient...they're all..."
"Like this"
Don moved over to the pilot section and although the door control panel short circuited as it slid aside, he was given entry.
"GARY! YOU BETTER GET IN HERE!"
Gary Jones hurried to Don's side and looked on to what Don saw. The flight controls were being grasped. And there was suited figures in the seats.
And their bleach white skulls that peered out of their helmets.
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Whispers...dark shadows...the darkness...
Dr Mathias was in the medical store. The stock take was routine. He should have done it during the 'daytime', but with all what with the planet and then with the commander.
Slowly, and at first unnoticed by Mathias, the door started to slide shut. Mathias swung around and hurried to the door, "hey, what the hell is going on?", he operated the door release button, but there was no response, he then reached for his commlock, but at the same time, realised he had left it on his desk outside.
Hands slayed out, he slammed them against the door, " HEY! OPEN THIS DOOR! WHO IS OUT THERE...?"
But there was no response.
And the reason for that? Because there was no one on the otherside.
Commander Koenig had vanished from his bed, and so had Professor Bergman.
Whispers...dark shadows...the darkness...
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The coldness was quiet. It was like that of a jet black veil that was creeping to the very heart of Alpha.
The corridors were silent. The lights dimmed as the unknown menace crept it's way up the corridor.
Security officer Richard Howard was making his way down the east wing when he rounded the corner. Pausing, he made for his laser and pointed it out in front of him, why, he didn't know, it was just by pure instinct.
But there was nothing there ahead of him, just the corridor and the command post towards the end of it.
Shaking his head, he moved forward and rounded the next corner.
First he felt the cold hitting him.
Then he heard the noise in his ears.
Then he was screaming out in terror, like his insides were litually being pulled inside out.
And then there was nothing at all...
Just the whispers...the shadows...the darkness...
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Sandra Benes was first to notice the blip on the console panel. She leaned forward and tapped a few buttons, eyes widening, she looked up to Paul Morrow, who was sat slumped in his seat still reeling from what the launch pad had reported.
Both crew members from Eagleflight Three were dead. LONG DEAD by the look of it. Morrow had ordered Gary Jones and his team to look into Eagle Three's flight computer and it just got even stranger...because according to the computer, Eagle Three had been away from Alpha for over 500 years.
Impossible.
"Paul...", she said, finally managing to open her mouth, because the last thing she wanted to do, was add to the poor mans worries.
Morrow looked up, and met her gaze, "What is it?"
"I am getting a disturbance in section six, corridor 9...near the launch pad area"
Morrow stood up and moved across to her, "What kind of disturbance...?"
Sandra frowned, "I don't know...just that there was a big power loss, then it was back again", she reported.
Morrow looked across to David Kano, "...Kano, see if Computer can pick up anything odd at the launch pad area"
Kano was quick to answer, " There IS NO disturbance...Sandra has got it quite wrong"
"PAUL LOOK! I AM GETTING VISUAL FROM WHERE THAT PLANET SHOULD BE..." Sandra suddenly cried out.
Paul was at her side again, and everyone was looking up to the big screen, "I see nothing..."
Sandra pointed, " there IS something there paul...look"
Paul finally saw what she was getting at...something was there, a patch of somekind...a dark patch of withering mass, that was a blur against the backdrop of space behind it.
"Can you zoom in on it"
Sandra was instantly trying to magnify, but to no avail, "the controls are not responding...it is either that, or that THING out there is getting further away"
Luke watched as paul rubbed his cheek, then went over to the communication controls, "I wonder if the professor has managed to speak to the commander..."
Pressing the control once, he pressed it again, but he was getting no reply from the medical unit.
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The whispers...the shadows...the darkness...
Dr Helena Russell awoke from her slumber. For how long she had been asleep for, she couldn't quite remember. She got up and went over to the sink and rinsed her face. She then tidied herself up and decided to make for the Medical unit.
With her hands shaking, and she didn't know why...she aimed her commlock to the door.
The door slid open and she gasped. Putting her hand to her face.
There was no corridor...just a black cold void...with the whispers of so many escaping from within it's dark heart.
The whispers took over her head, she put her hands over her ears to block them out, and screwed up her face as she went down to her knees.
The whispers...THEY WERE SO LOUD...the shadows...HER ROOM WAS FULL OF THEM...and the darkness...BECAUSE NOW THERE WAS NOTHING AT ALL, BUT.
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MORE SOON.
MORE SOON...FEEDBACK WILL BE GOOD...THANKS FOR THOSE WHO REVIEWED LAST TIME.
