"Careful, don't touch the ship," Lennier warned as they set the charges.
"Oh, no problem," Carter answered, putting more distance between her and the
ship. They were nearly finished, and when she lay the last one she pressed her
hand to her comm.
"Kendle," she said.
No answer.
She tried again, "Kendle?!"
Nothing.
Carter and Lennier exchanged worried looks. She drew her pistol.
Lennier nodded, "Go ahead, I'll finish here and then I'll join you." Carter
took off.
Dr. Pricillia Carter stepped through the doorway into the antechamber. From the
passageway, she could see Amelia Kendle was lying flat on her back, her eyes
wide open and a large bloody wound on her forehead.
She readied her gun and stepped cautiously through the door. There were far too
many shadows in the quiet chamber for her liking, and her heart was pounding as
she stepped over to her still friend. When she got over to Kendle, she bent
down to confirm what she already knew deep down.
There was no pulse.
Chills ran up and down her spine as she straightened up, turned, and almost
walked right into Huntington, who wacked her hard accross the face. seh fell
back hard and weas stunned only for a moment.
He was standing over her, an insane look in his eyes and a malicious grin on
his face, ready to finish her off. She rolled onto her knees and side kicked
him in the gut. He bent down and she upercut him hard on the chin, knocking him
on his back.
Quickly she sprung up and then sat on his chest pinning his arms with her
knees. She then began slugging him in the face, over and over again, till his
face and her fists were covered with blood.
She stopped to breathe and he took advantage of her pause and swung her off. He
quickly reversed their positions so now he was on top. Huntington grabbed her
throat and started choking her. She struggled against him but he was stronger
than she had originally assumed and he was holding her down by the shoulders,
making it impossible for her to break free.
He grinned at her lecherously and said, "oh baby, I always wanted to be in this
position with you."
She looked at him, disgusted, "Oh please, get real," and moved her head so she
bite his hand.
He howled in pain and then slugged her hard in the face, and she went limp. He
caressed her still face longingly and then planted a wet kiss on her lips.
"Oh baby," he murmered, "I'm gonna save you for later, love. Right after I kill
your new playmate."
Huntington then got up, grabbed her discarded pistol and staggered down the
corridor.
"Oh, no problem," Carter answered, putting more distance between her and the
ship. They were nearly finished, and when she lay the last one she pressed her
hand to her comm.
"Kendle," she said.
No answer.
She tried again, "Kendle?!"
Nothing.
Carter and Lennier exchanged worried looks. She drew her pistol.
Lennier nodded, "Go ahead, I'll finish here and then I'll join you." Carter
took off.
Dr. Pricillia Carter stepped through the doorway into the antechamber. From the
passageway, she could see Amelia Kendle was lying flat on her back, her eyes
wide open and a large bloody wound on her forehead.
She readied her gun and stepped cautiously through the door. There were far too
many shadows in the quiet chamber for her liking, and her heart was pounding as
she stepped over to her still friend. When she got over to Kendle, she bent
down to confirm what she already knew deep down.
There was no pulse.
Chills ran up and down her spine as she straightened up, turned, and almost
walked right into Huntington, who wacked her hard accross the face. seh fell
back hard and weas stunned only for a moment.
He was standing over her, an insane look in his eyes and a malicious grin on
his face, ready to finish her off. She rolled onto her knees and side kicked
him in the gut. He bent down and she upercut him hard on the chin, knocking him
on his back.
Quickly she sprung up and then sat on his chest pinning his arms with her
knees. She then began slugging him in the face, over and over again, till his
face and her fists were covered with blood.
She stopped to breathe and he took advantage of her pause and swung her off. He
quickly reversed their positions so now he was on top. Huntington grabbed her
throat and started choking her. She struggled against him but he was stronger
than she had originally assumed and he was holding her down by the shoulders,
making it impossible for her to break free.
He grinned at her lecherously and said, "oh baby, I always wanted to be in this
position with you."
She looked at him, disgusted, "Oh please, get real," and moved her head so she
bite his hand.
He howled in pain and then slugged her hard in the face, and she went limp. He
caressed her still face longingly and then planted a wet kiss on her lips.
"Oh baby," he murmered, "I'm gonna save you for later, love. Right after I kill
your new playmate."
Huntington then got up, grabbed her discarded pistol and staggered down the
corridor.