Chapter 9: The Light Behind Your Eyes
The ground shook beneath them, jolting Anya awake. Explosions were rocking the ship, getting closer and closer. Constantine would not be far behind.
'Anya? Anya! I don't know if you can hear this, but we've set the ship to blow in five minutes,' shouted a tinny Scottish accent.
She crawled towards the crackling comms, and held it shaking to her mouth. 'You safe?' she coughed, blood spattering the comms. Every word felt like a knife to the throat.
'Aye lass, get yourself out of there!' replied the Scotsman. 'You've got four and a half minutes'
Dammit, Scotty that's not enough time!
She turned the comms off and crawling towards Bones. His neck had snapped on impact and his eyes stared blankly at the wall. Pushing his head back into place, she concentrated over his chest, feeling her neck snap for a split second as she poured life into his corpse. He woke with a gasp, just in time to grab her before she hit the floor.
'Whoa, come on,' Bones said, helping her up.
'Escape... pod,' she whispered. 'Three minutes'
She grabbed his hand and they raced into the corridor. There was a roar of anger and they stared down the ship at an approaching figure making its way determinedly towards her, shoving minions out of the way as he ran. Constantine.
Pulling Bones in the opposite direction towards the escape hatch, she waited until he had raced into the escape pod. Before Bones knew what was happening, the Gyas slammed her fist down on the manual override and jumped back as the door slammed shut, leaving him alone in the pod.
'Anya!' shouted Bones, banging on the glass as the pod jettisoned away from the ship. 'Anya, no!'
'I'm sorry!' she shouted. 'I have to kill him'
She rushed at a pair of Caspian guards, slashing one across the throat and one in the chest, absorbing their life force as they fell to the ground, stealing one of their swords. There were no other guards in sight, only Constantine.
No words were exchanged as they ran at each other, connecting with a sickening crunch of blood and metal. Blood poured down her side and she screamed as he pulled his sword out of her stomach, wrenching her own sword from his shoulder. The ship rocked again as explosions ripped through the medical bay, sending them sprawling. Not missing out on her advantage, she raised her sword and rammed it into his chest.
Fear filled his eyes for a split-second as he stared up at the broken, yet triumphant Anya. Her eyes burned red as the Caspian's head fell lifelessly to the floor. She stood and walked to the hatch, staring out the window as the pod sped away from the ship. She could just make out the blue shirted figure pressed up against the pod's window in the distance.
Smiling, she stared at him as the final explosion ripped through the ship. It was done.
