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Chapter 20: Blood
T' Pin woke up on the floor. It was a hard and cold floor. She opened her eyes to see she was in a large room, which could have passed for a laboratory. What the hell happened? She tried to use her elbows to prop herself up, but her shoulder/neck area exploded with pain. Vulcan nerve pinch, it figures. She stood up trying not to use her bad arm as she did so. She turned around to see a woman strapped to a table, she was asleep, or out cold, but she was still breathing. There were two tubes leading from her arm. One to an IV pack that was filled with clear liquid, the other tube was filled with red liquid and draining into a pouch suspended next to her by a hook like they would use in an old hospital. She looked very pale and weak, definitely Amanda. She rushed over to the table, but didn't know whether to wake her or try to undo the straps, or pull out the tubes. The clear liquid may be what's keeping her alive. 'Well, Amanda will probably wake up as I free her.' She walked to the side of the table where the straps were fastened and tried to undo the binds over Amanda's chest. But as soon as she started, the door to the lair opened to reveal two figures and they walked down the stairs. She knew who they were even before the light from the rafters hit their ugly mugs. You couldn't forget that smell of sweat and dirt, how those two were so inseparable, that un-Vulcanly laugh. As the brothers stepped into the light her worse nightmares were confirmed, they were exactly who she thought they would be.
Spock trailed behind T' Pell. She seemed to not want to be disturbed. He wanted to be behind her, so he could look at the bloody mess in her hair, which HE had caused. It was his fault there would always be a green stain on her purple tank top. He heard the tears, even if she thought she was hiding it, she was doing an insufficient job of it. He couldn't begin to comprehend how scarring it would be to have one of the only people you allow yourself to get close to, to try to rape you. But, he must try to forgive himself, at the moment at least. They were walking through the passageway the boy, now the dead boy, had come through. It was dark and damp lit by single light bulbs about every three yards, the tunnel like hall seemed to go on forever, with no visible end. It was almost 10:30. What would happen if he didn't reach his mother in time? Would she die? Would her death be the fault of his libido? No, I must attempt to think positively. He bumped into something. T' Pell had stopped walking, and he'd been in thought too deeply to be paying attention. She turned to look at him with red eyes and a startled face and hugged him, held him. So he returned the gesture placing his hands on her hips and resting his head on her shoulder. She whispered in his ear, "I'm so sorry. Don't panic." he pulled back to look at her, confused, not knowing what she meant then something caught his eye, something red. He looked ahead to see on the wall, it was smeared in red liquid. Not so much a smear as writing. It read:
"You should be moving along as most people do
But instead you sit and enjoy the view
PS, mommy says hi and bye, just in case." how sick. The note was written on the wall in what could only be his mother's blood. What had they done to her? He turned to T' Pell, mouth slightly open from the horror of it. She just nodded and said
"I know."