For all of you who wanted me to continue with this fic, this is for
you! But be warned, the story becomes even darker at this point. Enjoy.
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It was early morning; the sun was beginning to rise over the horizon of Sentinel III. Aisha was up much earlier than usual, keeping herself busy in the newly installed weight room at Starwind & Hawking Enterprises. She had hardly broken a sweat, even though she was lifting a pair of 112-pound weights, and had been doing so for almost twenty minutes. Suddenly, the sound of the weight room door opening surprised her, and she set down the weights. Her ears twitched as she glanced around the room quickly. No one was there.
She was just about to pick up the weights again when a dark figure appeared beside her. She looked up at him. Despite the lights in the room, the man was surrounded in darkness. "Who are you?" She demanded.
Suddenly the man reached out and grabbed her shoulder, forcing her upright. He shoved her over to the wall, and held her pinned there. Despite Aisha's struggles to escape, she could not loosen the man's grip. "How can you do this?" She growled in frustration. "I am C'tarl C'tarl!" The man said nothing, and Aisha gasped as a knife flashed forward from somewhere in the man's black clothing. Her eyes went wide as he held the knife to her throat. She stared at him in disbelief, and he lifted his face to stare into her eyes. She gasped when she saw who he was.
Before she could even scream, the man slashed the knife across her throat. Her blank eyes stared at him as they glazed over in death. As blood gushed from the slash, she managed to choke out one last word. "Why."
The man released his grip on the C'tarl C'tarl's shoulder, and her limp body fell lifelessly to the ground. The man simply chuckled under his breath, and walked away.
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Gene Starwind ran across the fields as fast as he could, tears of rage and mindless grief streaming from his eyes. When he had found Aisha's lifeless body in the weight room.it had been too much. Now he charged across the empty plains, searching for the man he knew he would find there.
Suddenly he saw a hint of black in the distance, and he pumped his legs faster. "Seth!" He yelled in a rage. When he finally reached the man, who was looking in the opposite direction, he slammed into him and brought him to the ground.
Seth Furngollse struggled upright, pushing Gene away from him. He was still wearing that disturbing grin. "Hello, Gene."
Shaking with grief and rage, Gene pulled the Caster from his belt and aimed it at Seth. "You killed Aisha!" He growled. "You murderer! Why? It was in cold blood! I thought even an outlaw like you had more honor than that!"
Seth just shook his head sadly. "No, no. Not I, Gene. I did not kill her."
"LIAR!" Gene screamed. "YOU DAMN GODFORSAKEN LIAR!" His finger tightened on the trigger.
Seth lifted his head to look Gene in the eyes. He lifted his arm to point an accusing finger right at Gene's chest. "You killed her, Gene," he whispered. "You murdered her. You are so overcome with evil; you used it to hold her down, and to make the cut. hatred, Gene. Your hatred!"
"NO!" Gene screamed, backing away, eyes wide. "STOP IT!"
"Your hatred is your drive, Gene. Your hatred kills!" Seth laughed insanely. "YOUR HATRED!"
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Genes eyes shot open, sweat streaming down his face. He stared downwards, and had to keep himself from gasping at what he saw. In his hands he held a long butcher's knife, as he stood beside Aisha's bed. He stared down in shock and horror at the sleeping form of Aisha below him, laying sprawled on her back in the bed. The long knife hovered over her, deadly point aimed directly at her heart. He had been ready to stab. Gene drew himself away from the bed, shivering, nearly crying. He then turned and ran out of the room, past the kitchen, where he threw the blade into the sink, and into his room.
He shut the door behind him, and staggered over to the wall near his bed. He curled himself up against the wall, arms wrapped around his knees. He sat there, eyes wide, for what seemed like an eternity. "What the hell is happening to me?" He mumbled. I almost killed her! He screamed in his mind. "What have I become?"
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Gene has discovered that Seth is not the only danger. I hope you all keep reading, because this is where the story really picks up.
To be continued.
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It was early morning; the sun was beginning to rise over the horizon of Sentinel III. Aisha was up much earlier than usual, keeping herself busy in the newly installed weight room at Starwind & Hawking Enterprises. She had hardly broken a sweat, even though she was lifting a pair of 112-pound weights, and had been doing so for almost twenty minutes. Suddenly, the sound of the weight room door opening surprised her, and she set down the weights. Her ears twitched as she glanced around the room quickly. No one was there.
She was just about to pick up the weights again when a dark figure appeared beside her. She looked up at him. Despite the lights in the room, the man was surrounded in darkness. "Who are you?" She demanded.
Suddenly the man reached out and grabbed her shoulder, forcing her upright. He shoved her over to the wall, and held her pinned there. Despite Aisha's struggles to escape, she could not loosen the man's grip. "How can you do this?" She growled in frustration. "I am C'tarl C'tarl!" The man said nothing, and Aisha gasped as a knife flashed forward from somewhere in the man's black clothing. Her eyes went wide as he held the knife to her throat. She stared at him in disbelief, and he lifted his face to stare into her eyes. She gasped when she saw who he was.
Before she could even scream, the man slashed the knife across her throat. Her blank eyes stared at him as they glazed over in death. As blood gushed from the slash, she managed to choke out one last word. "Why."
The man released his grip on the C'tarl C'tarl's shoulder, and her limp body fell lifelessly to the ground. The man simply chuckled under his breath, and walked away.
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Gene Starwind ran across the fields as fast as he could, tears of rage and mindless grief streaming from his eyes. When he had found Aisha's lifeless body in the weight room.it had been too much. Now he charged across the empty plains, searching for the man he knew he would find there.
Suddenly he saw a hint of black in the distance, and he pumped his legs faster. "Seth!" He yelled in a rage. When he finally reached the man, who was looking in the opposite direction, he slammed into him and brought him to the ground.
Seth Furngollse struggled upright, pushing Gene away from him. He was still wearing that disturbing grin. "Hello, Gene."
Shaking with grief and rage, Gene pulled the Caster from his belt and aimed it at Seth. "You killed Aisha!" He growled. "You murderer! Why? It was in cold blood! I thought even an outlaw like you had more honor than that!"
Seth just shook his head sadly. "No, no. Not I, Gene. I did not kill her."
"LIAR!" Gene screamed. "YOU DAMN GODFORSAKEN LIAR!" His finger tightened on the trigger.
Seth lifted his head to look Gene in the eyes. He lifted his arm to point an accusing finger right at Gene's chest. "You killed her, Gene," he whispered. "You murdered her. You are so overcome with evil; you used it to hold her down, and to make the cut. hatred, Gene. Your hatred!"
"NO!" Gene screamed, backing away, eyes wide. "STOP IT!"
"Your hatred is your drive, Gene. Your hatred kills!" Seth laughed insanely. "YOUR HATRED!"
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Genes eyes shot open, sweat streaming down his face. He stared downwards, and had to keep himself from gasping at what he saw. In his hands he held a long butcher's knife, as he stood beside Aisha's bed. He stared down in shock and horror at the sleeping form of Aisha below him, laying sprawled on her back in the bed. The long knife hovered over her, deadly point aimed directly at her heart. He had been ready to stab. Gene drew himself away from the bed, shivering, nearly crying. He then turned and ran out of the room, past the kitchen, where he threw the blade into the sink, and into his room.
He shut the door behind him, and staggered over to the wall near his bed. He curled himself up against the wall, arms wrapped around his knees. He sat there, eyes wide, for what seemed like an eternity. "What the hell is happening to me?" He mumbled. I almost killed her! He screamed in his mind. "What have I become?"
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Gene has discovered that Seth is not the only danger. I hope you all keep reading, because this is where the story really picks up.
To be continued.
