Corridors of the Mind
by Shell Lee
Tony Piccolo's last hopes had gone up in smoke when Wendy walked past. She had heard him. He knew it. Why didn't she stop? This guy must have done something to her to make her ignore voices like that. Or she could've thought it was a stray thought. Or maybe she just couldn't believe it. Whatever had happened it was obvious he wasn't getting any help from her.
He took a quick peak from his hiding place. At least he thought of it as his hiding place. It looked like they were headed to the room he shared with Lucas. 'Maybe this guy wants ta sleep,' Tony thought but knew it wasn't going to happen. He'd just have to survive and look for his opening to do something to stop the bastard.
They turned the door and Tony was still planning how he was about to stop him when he saw this guy get into the wrong bunk. He had to smile. Lucas would defiantly know something was up.
***
Lucas was so tired when he finally got the chance to go to bed. He sighed as he opened the door. Walenck hoped that Tony wasn't already asleep. The last thing he needed right now was Piccolo sawing logs when he was trying to sleep.
He stepped inside the room and blinked. "Tony, get off my bunk. I don't know what you hope to accomplish up there but I need my sleep before I do all the stuff that needs to be done tomorrow."
"Oh sorry. I forgot witch bunk was mine." Piccolo swung his feet off the bunk and down to the floor. Lucas just stood there. 'That was way too easy. There must be something on my bunk.' Cautiously, he searched his bunk, listening for sounds of laughter coming from the bottom bunk. There wasn't any laughter nor anything on his bunk. If Tony really did forget witch bunk was his then Lucas probably could wait and get him to med bay in the morning. He was just too tired tonight.
"Luke, Hey Luke. You still awake?" The whisper came up from the bottom bunk just as Lucas was about to go to sleep. It was so low it was like Tony didn't want anyone to hear.
Here it was, the joke. Lucas sighed, "Yeah I'm awake. What do you want?"
"Listen you gotta tell someone I ain't exactly me right now. Someone's in my head, makein' me do things. He wants ta kill..." Piccolo's voice trailed off. There were some sounds coming from the bottom bunk. It almost sounded like someone fighting.
"Hey, you OK down there?" No answer. "Tony." Lucas decided to bend over and see what the hold up was...
...and was met with a gun pointed right at him.
***
"Hey Tim, anything out there?" Commander Ford asked. Tim jumped. He was so intent on watching his screen he hadn't noticed the commander.
"Nothing sir. All's quiet," Tim decided to try to be funny and add, "Perhaps too quiet."
"Do you really think that?" Ford half expected him to be serous.
"No sir. But I've always wanted to say that."
***
"You don't want to do this, Tony. Trust me." Lucas was staring at the gun so he didn't notice the sadistic smile creep across his room-mate's face.
"You don't know how much I do. I know Tony doesn't want me to." At Lucas' confused look he smiled again. He was having fun with this. "Oh you weren't paying attention to him when he pleaded for your help. I guess you two aren't really friends after all. Oh well, in few minutes you'll be dead so it doesn't matter."
"We are friends. I just thought he was messing with me. He does that a lot." Lucas' attention was still consumed by the gun.
"Yeah sure. I bet you don't even know why he was in jail to begin with." Mark had seen everything when he looked up the history of the guy who's body he 'borrowed' and some of it was confusing after he saw the way people treated Tony on this sub. Now he'd find out the answer.
Lucas looked up from the gun. 'Is this guy nuts? Am I nuts to be thinking this guy isn't Tony?' he thought. Out loud he said, "Of course I do. He hit a superior officer."
The sadistic smile came again. It made Lucas shiver despite the blankets still on him. "He didn't just hit the officer." The bastard paused for dramatic effect. "He killed his superior officer." Mark was thoroughly enjoying himself. Until he found himself unable to pull the trigger. "Damn it," he swore as the gun swung around so it wasn't pointed at Lucas anymore.
Tony's body started shaking before he forced out the words, "Luke, run. Get help." before collapsing on the ground, still shaking. It looked like he was having some sort of seizure. Lucas ran to the door. Opened it and ran out into the hall. He needed help and needed it fast.
***
Tony lay there screaming on the floor. For some reason the fight for control in his body translated into physical pain. He heard the glass sitting on Lucas' computer shatter. Forcing his eyes open he found a shard and an idea formed in his head. Shaking with the fight to keep control he picked it up and drug it across his wrist. Blood rushed out and pain rushed in. It overwhelmed him and Tony blacked out.
***
Mark had been beat. But he still planed to salvage this job. His gun lay across the room and this body was on the verge of collapse. It didn't matter if he couldn't feel the pain this body was currently in, when this body died he'd be sling shoted back to his own body. No telling what that'd do to him. At least that little punk had gone for help. Maybe if he concentrated he could convince Lucas all this had been a dream and he woke up to find Piccolo slitting his wrists. He could still salvage this. All he had to do was concentrate.
***
Lucas was running down the hall. He didn't know where he was heading but his feet were taking him to the bridge. Hopefully he could find help there. He needed to tell someone else what Tony and that other guy had told him. Wait, no he had to get help for Piccolo. That was a dream but Tony had slit his own wrists. He had to go to med bay and get help but his feet kept carrying him to the bridge.
by Shell Lee
Tony Piccolo's last hopes had gone up in smoke when Wendy walked past. She had heard him. He knew it. Why didn't she stop? This guy must have done something to her to make her ignore voices like that. Or she could've thought it was a stray thought. Or maybe she just couldn't believe it. Whatever had happened it was obvious he wasn't getting any help from her.
He took a quick peak from his hiding place. At least he thought of it as his hiding place. It looked like they were headed to the room he shared with Lucas. 'Maybe this guy wants ta sleep,' Tony thought but knew it wasn't going to happen. He'd just have to survive and look for his opening to do something to stop the bastard.
They turned the door and Tony was still planning how he was about to stop him when he saw this guy get into the wrong bunk. He had to smile. Lucas would defiantly know something was up.
***
Lucas was so tired when he finally got the chance to go to bed. He sighed as he opened the door. Walenck hoped that Tony wasn't already asleep. The last thing he needed right now was Piccolo sawing logs when he was trying to sleep.
He stepped inside the room and blinked. "Tony, get off my bunk. I don't know what you hope to accomplish up there but I need my sleep before I do all the stuff that needs to be done tomorrow."
"Oh sorry. I forgot witch bunk was mine." Piccolo swung his feet off the bunk and down to the floor. Lucas just stood there. 'That was way too easy. There must be something on my bunk.' Cautiously, he searched his bunk, listening for sounds of laughter coming from the bottom bunk. There wasn't any laughter nor anything on his bunk. If Tony really did forget witch bunk was his then Lucas probably could wait and get him to med bay in the morning. He was just too tired tonight.
"Luke, Hey Luke. You still awake?" The whisper came up from the bottom bunk just as Lucas was about to go to sleep. It was so low it was like Tony didn't want anyone to hear.
Here it was, the joke. Lucas sighed, "Yeah I'm awake. What do you want?"
"Listen you gotta tell someone I ain't exactly me right now. Someone's in my head, makein' me do things. He wants ta kill..." Piccolo's voice trailed off. There were some sounds coming from the bottom bunk. It almost sounded like someone fighting.
"Hey, you OK down there?" No answer. "Tony." Lucas decided to bend over and see what the hold up was...
...and was met with a gun pointed right at him.
***
"Hey Tim, anything out there?" Commander Ford asked. Tim jumped. He was so intent on watching his screen he hadn't noticed the commander.
"Nothing sir. All's quiet," Tim decided to try to be funny and add, "Perhaps too quiet."
"Do you really think that?" Ford half expected him to be serous.
"No sir. But I've always wanted to say that."
***
"You don't want to do this, Tony. Trust me." Lucas was staring at the gun so he didn't notice the sadistic smile creep across his room-mate's face.
"You don't know how much I do. I know Tony doesn't want me to." At Lucas' confused look he smiled again. He was having fun with this. "Oh you weren't paying attention to him when he pleaded for your help. I guess you two aren't really friends after all. Oh well, in few minutes you'll be dead so it doesn't matter."
"We are friends. I just thought he was messing with me. He does that a lot." Lucas' attention was still consumed by the gun.
"Yeah sure. I bet you don't even know why he was in jail to begin with." Mark had seen everything when he looked up the history of the guy who's body he 'borrowed' and some of it was confusing after he saw the way people treated Tony on this sub. Now he'd find out the answer.
Lucas looked up from the gun. 'Is this guy nuts? Am I nuts to be thinking this guy isn't Tony?' he thought. Out loud he said, "Of course I do. He hit a superior officer."
The sadistic smile came again. It made Lucas shiver despite the blankets still on him. "He didn't just hit the officer." The bastard paused for dramatic effect. "He killed his superior officer." Mark was thoroughly enjoying himself. Until he found himself unable to pull the trigger. "Damn it," he swore as the gun swung around so it wasn't pointed at Lucas anymore.
Tony's body started shaking before he forced out the words, "Luke, run. Get help." before collapsing on the ground, still shaking. It looked like he was having some sort of seizure. Lucas ran to the door. Opened it and ran out into the hall. He needed help and needed it fast.
***
Tony lay there screaming on the floor. For some reason the fight for control in his body translated into physical pain. He heard the glass sitting on Lucas' computer shatter. Forcing his eyes open he found a shard and an idea formed in his head. Shaking with the fight to keep control he picked it up and drug it across his wrist. Blood rushed out and pain rushed in. It overwhelmed him and Tony blacked out.
***
Mark had been beat. But he still planed to salvage this job. His gun lay across the room and this body was on the verge of collapse. It didn't matter if he couldn't feel the pain this body was currently in, when this body died he'd be sling shoted back to his own body. No telling what that'd do to him. At least that little punk had gone for help. Maybe if he concentrated he could convince Lucas all this had been a dream and he woke up to find Piccolo slitting his wrists. He could still salvage this. All he had to do was concentrate.
***
Lucas was running down the hall. He didn't know where he was heading but his feet were taking him to the bridge. Hopefully he could find help there. He needed to tell someone else what Tony and that other guy had told him. Wait, no he had to get help for Piccolo. That was a dream but Tony had slit his own wrists. He had to go to med bay and get help but his feet kept carrying him to the bridge.