Yay, it is finally here. The next installment. Life got in the way a bit with this one. Also had to deal with some writer's block. That is fun not to have. I would also like to call for suggestions on this one as well. It seems i have lost the plot with this one, or maybe, have too many. I would like to thank everyone with their patience as well. This has been a demon to write. Thanks for all the reviews so far.
TheAnonymousOne89: hopefully this will not make your head spin. And thanks for pointing out that my paragraphs were too long.
I know. Refer to last chapters for disclaimers.
Righto, onto the story then! PLEASE read and review! Any suggestions are welcome now. I fear this maybe shelved for a future date if I can't work out the kinks in it.
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CHAPTER THIRTEEN – LET IT GO ALREADY!
Stephanie growl low in throat at the intruder. The shimmering form appearing very opposing to her eyes. Her knife a comfort in her palm. Shifting it around, allowing the weight to ease her overburden mind. Too many things had happen so far for her to be at ease with anything that appeared out of no where. Wishing her mind was playing tricks on her. She knew what she was seeing was not possible. In the realm of logic that is. But nothing so far, in her life had prepared her for these events.
She slowly closed her eyes. Praying in her mind that at least she would live to see any day. Regrets filling her heart. There goes the neighbourhood! She thought as she shifted her weight onto her back foot. Preparing for the form to lunge at her. Preparing for the brutal impact that she knew instinctual that was to come. The fire casting her face into the shadows. Wishing the ground would open up. Even to just swallow her whole. The dread mastering her nerves. She felt as she was paralysed.
Glancing around the barren cavern that was to be her grave. She witnessed what happen to Wayne. The high pitch scream that filled the air. The sicken thud of his body being impaled on what weapon she could never guess. The shimmering form that held him suspended high in the air. The feral laugh that followed before he was cruelly thrown aside. The cry of victory on the unknown lips. It still shook her to think about it. Now finding herself in the same situation. What the fuck have I done now! Her body straighten to her full height of six feet.
She was tall for a female but the unknown shadow was taller still. Gulping back the moisture as she stared upwards to the opposing figure in her. The skin was nothing that she knew of. It appeared to be reptilian but it also was smooth looking. The stripes wrapping themselves around the arms and the torso. Muscles bulged as the arms flexed. Armour decorated the arms, shoulders and legs. Wicked looking weapons hung from the belt. An emotionless mask hide the face from her view. Intriguing designs adorned it.
A dry rasp voice sounded out in the darkness. Starling Stephanie with it. She was not expecting the being to speak. Taking a step backwards, she trip over her feet in her haste to get away. Terror filling her mind. Nothing could be worse then this nightmare. A growl sounded out towards her. Holting her further movements. Her legs refusing to obey her brain. Her reasoning flying off the planet with every beat of her heart. The figure stalked her. Slowly moving towards her. Fire flickering over the skin. Fuck, fuck. Her eyes flickering around for the nearest exit.
Finding nothing that could hide her so easily. Her shoulders slumped into the defeated feelings that filled her soul. She could not escape. She had finally meet her fate at this being's hands. Thoughts swirled inside her mind. Memories dancing so tantalising in front of her.
"What do ya want, now?" Stephanie yelled out. Making the being's head tilt to the side. As if to study her. A croaking sound echoed over the walls. Stephanie stood defiantly before it. A glare in her eyes. If she was going to die, then she would die fighting. Fear whispering away with her decision. Her jelly legs turning to steel. Her arm itching to slash out with the knife.
The stranger held its hand out in supplication to her. Making her pause in thought. Something like this was happening to her and the stranger was holding out its hand. Stephanie shook her head. It had seem so surreal. Like it was begging for her to understand. She growled low in throat, gripping the knife tighter. Her eyes following the stranger's hands. Waiting to see what it was doing.
Air vented softly into the atmosphere. Catching her off guard. Not registering what was happening in front of her. Her mind swirling with the different scenarios that were dancing through her head. A strange soothing scent permeable the area. Relaxing her ridge body. Watching the hands gracefully ascend towards the mask. Both on the side, when a little popping boomed around the room. Stephanie did the only thing left in her arsenal. She fainted.
Somewhere on the ship:
"What do you mean?" Tin'esse roared. Agitation lining his body. His fists clenched at his sides. "How could you have lost her?" He swirled onto the unsuspecting object of his anger. His dreads flying with the full force of his head.
"Ah, I...do not..." The young blood clicked. His head bowed. Muscles trembling. Tin'esse drew his hand back. Snarling his displeasure at him. Clipped him in the head. Forcing the young blood against the wall. Wishing he was somewhere else.
"I do not want excuses." Tin'esse's mandibles flaring. His temper blazing at their incompetency of the situation. "I want..." Swinging around at the hissing sound of the door opening. His eyes flashing over towards the door.
"Oops. Sorry." Deanna reconsidered her move in the doorway. Slowly backing away as she spotted the unholy gleam in his eyes. A small cry leaving her throat as she bumped into something solid behind her. Fear radiating off her, as she search around the room for a possible escape route.
"Your friend is a tricky one." Tin'esse snarled into her face. Feeling his hot breathe brush along her hairline. Her scent of fear pleasing to him. "What are we to do with you?" He trilled as he ran a finger down her cheek. His hand brushing along her collarbone to settle around her throat. His fingers flexing. She clawed at the hand. Her windpipe feeling the pressure that he was extruding on it.
"Please." She whispered through her constricting throat. Black spots dancing in her sight. The crushing pressure more then she could handle. Her feet dangling a few feet from the floor. Throwing her leg back, she aimed for his kneecap. Putting all her weight that she could muster into that kick. Feeling his fingers sliding from her throat. She did it again.
"You will pay for that." He roared into her face before flinging her to the side. Deanna closed her eyes at the fast approaching wall. Knowing that the impact would hurt. Her already battered body not able to take too much more abuse. An alarmed cry escaping as she felt pressure in her mid section. Making the tears spring readily to her eyes. She discovered herself being plastered into a muscular chest. The arms tightening around her. "Maybe you should keep your pet on a leash!" Tin'esse slanting them a disgusted face before turning on his heel to leave the room.
Eerie silence filled the sudden void of noise. The tension hung high in the air as Deanna gazed up into her protector's masked face. A vein jumping out of his neck. He stood rock solid as he watch her. Quiet tapping could be heard close to her ear. A deep rumbling emitting from his chest. A jarring sensation coming from his footsteps as he carried her back to his sleeping quarters. His strides eating the distances up. His hair flying as he shook his head. He had no business protecting the female. But he did anyway.
Her scent started to flare his most primitive side of his nature. Gently laying her upon the furs, he started to back away. Punching a code into the panel, he turn to leave. Deanna startle cry shook him to the core. What's happening? Esh'row silently cursed himself. Feeling the pull to the small female that was draped across his bed. A look of terror graced her face. Her arms held out in supplication to him. Tears streaking down her face to gather on her chin.
"Please." Deanna pleaded to him. "Stay." He growled low in his chest. Undecided with what he should do. Parts of himself wanting to run while the other parts wanted to stay with her. Give her the comfort that she so badly needed. His mandibles clicked in deep thought. He step closer to the sleeping platform. Air hissed into the room as he moved his hands to the side of his mask. Breathing in deeply, he started to pull the mask away with the soft pop. Dread filled his heart. A moment of truth would be reveal shortly. With that thought, he lowered his mask and waited for her reaction.
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