Title: Flight by EdenAdvance.
Disclaimer: Farscape still belongs to other people, however at this time in the night, I can't seem to remember who...
Spoilers: Up to DMD.
Notes: Okay, if anyone understands what this is, let me know. It's another one of those weird, non-understanding stories.
Feedback: Please, I'd appreciate it and it mostly keeps me writing more stuff.
Flight
Copyright 2001
Falling; deeper and deeper...
The wind, rushing around me as I fall...
The darkness; all around me, from time to time lifted by streaks of lightning...
No pain...
Struggling to breathe...
No fear or anger; there's only a fight to survive...
Working frantically on the straps binding me to the watery tomb below...
Refusing to let it become my final resting-place...
An explosion of water, then nothing.
I have failed.
For a moment, my body drifts in the icy water, while my mind replays past memories:
My mother, standing over me,
My first prowler,
Peacekeeper training,
My first real combat,
Velorek...
Then, the newer memories follow:
John Crichton,
Irreversibly contaminated,
Escaping from a Peacekeeper cell, with Crichton,
the pain of dying,
Asking him to kill me,
Then, Larraq...
The virus stabbing me...
John saving me...
Talyn...
The memories are fading now, the memories following eachother with such a speed that I can hardly understand them. I know what it means: my life is running out, leaving only darkness in its path...