Chapter 10
Bella
There was chaos all around me, but my head was surprisingly clear. There was the sound of phasers firing and swords clanging against eachother. My mind formed one thought, a command, a rule to function by. Fight. Win. Don't die. And… protect Greyson. I rushed at the nearest Klingon, firing shots randomly. Another grabbed me from behind. I screamed and bit down on his hand, then screamed again as I realised he was wearing metal armour. Hands went around my throat. Another one held me down as the room begun to spin. The coldness of a blade pressed against me neck. I searched desperately for Greyson, and saw him coming up behind the Klingon who was about to slit my throat.
Rhiannon
I rushed down to the lower deck from medical. Bones had told me to go down and bring up the soldiers who were wounded. It was horrific. Klingons everywhere. Dammit Jim, I thought in Bones's voice in my head. Why did you have to start a war with them? Good God! I glanced around. Spock wasn't there. I sighed in relief, then I immediately stopped mid-sigh. There was Leuitenant Isabella, and she was about to get her throat slit by a Klingon. I didn't know her well, but I had sort of remembered what had happened the night before, and she had, I think, been in Spock's cabin when we were-
The Klingon with the sword drew closer to Bella. I didn't even know why I was even contemplating saving her, when many more of our soldiers had and were about to face a similar fate. Just go and find some wounded soldiers, and bring them back to Bones. It's simple! Forget about her! My mind screamed. I shook my head. I had to save her. I didn't know why, but, it seemed that she was the closest I had had to an actual friend. Besides, if she died, who would I explain science to? I pulled out my phaser, set it from stun to kill, and aimed it at the Klingon with the sword. My hand tightened on the trigger, and as it did, Greyson appeared behind him.
Bella
The noise of a phaser firing ripped through the air. There was a choked gasp from behind the Klingon with the sword. He stepped to the side slightly, revealing Greyson, his face contorted in pain, crumple to the ground. "NO!" I screamed. The Klingon holding my neck let go, letting me slide to the ground before he and the other one fled. I crawled over to where Greyson lay. His breathing was ragged and there was a scarlet stain, steadily growing on his shirt. I put my ear to his chest. His heartbeat was slowing. I choked back a sob of helplessness. "B-Bella…" he said, barely audibly. I leant closer. "You… know, he… was right," he said, gasping.
"Who was?" I asked.
"This… person I met … at…At Starfleet academy. He said that… red shirts were the worst job… because they… are just here… to die." he said, his voice getting fainter.
A sob escaped my lips. Greyson raised a shaking hand and placed it on my mouth. "Shhh…" he said softly. He gave a shudder. "Bella… I want you to know," he said, his voice barely audible. I had to lean in really close to hear the last part. "I love you, Bella…" he said. He drew a last, shaky breath, and was still.