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Summery: Rebecca Valentine is dying with little hope of recovery. Tyr Anasazi wants revenge. The man who attacked her is captured. Will Tyr be able to confront him?
Rating: This story is rated R for violence, language, bloody sense, and a mention of rape.
Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed the first 2 parts. Please review. All and any comments are welcomed.
End of the Nightmare
Part III. Enemy Mine
By: Kayla Anasazi (a.k.a. Silver Spider)
"A man cannot be too careful in the choice of his enemies."
--Oscar Wilde
It took Trance many hours before she finished running all the tests on Beka. Rommie and Tyr were also in medical. Rommie was helping Trance with the tests while Tyr was leaning on the wall, arms crossed over his chest. Dylan, Rev, and Harper were still in the Hanger Bay, checking on the damage.
"How is she?" Tyr finally asked, unable to mask the concern in his voice.
"Bad," Trance admitted checking Beka's vital signs. "She has internal bleeding, first degree burns, four broken ribs, and other serious injuries, including fluid in her lungs which is very dangerous. Tyr, I honestly don't know if she'll make it."
"She has to make it," Tyr clenched his fists. Then another thought came to his mind. "What about the pilot of the Nietzschean fighters. Where is he?"
"He's imprisoned on the Obs. Deck," Rommie replied. "Dylan will be in there shortly to interrogate him."
"Not if I get there firsts," he pushed of the wall and headed for the exit.
"Tyr!" Andromeda called after him.
"Yes?" the Head of Weapons turned slowly.
"Don't hurt him to badly. We still need information from him, and he can't give it to us if he's dead."
"Don't hurt him?" Tyr slowly walked back to the medical table and touched Beka's cold hand. "I can not guaranty that."
With that, he left the medical and headed for the Observation Deck. His anger was concentrated in his fists. He was afraid of his own fury, afraid that if he didn't get a hold on his emotions, the man who was imprisoned on the Obs. Deck wouldn't be breathing for much longer. The door slid open and Tyr entered . The man stood with his back to hum looking out the massive window.
"Interesting, the stars," he said as if sensing Tyr's presence. "They burn so brightly, with so much power and passion. But then one day…poof…they just fizzle out and die. Now warning no good-byes."
Tyr growled angrily. The man wasn't talking about the stars, and both knew it. He was just driving the dagger in deeper, increasing Tyr's anger.
"They really are very beautiful," the man faced him. His hands were behind his back, his facial expression was placid and calm, "until they fizzle out and die."
Tyr couldn't take it anymore. His right hand clenched into a fist. With intense force, fueled by anger and hate, he connected that fist with the mans face. That sent the other Nietzschean flying into the air before hitting the wall behind him. He tried to pull himself up, but failed. As he touched his hand to his mouth, he found that it was bleeding. Tyr felt much better. He walked up to the man and kneeled so that they were on the same eye level.
"Now I'm only going to say this once, so pay attention," his bone spurs extended and he swiftly brought them to the man's throat. "You only breath as long as Rebecca does." He got up and walked out, leaving the man to rethink the idea of angering the other Nietzschean.