The Soul Keepers- Old Truths
After the screaming had died down, the man crouched, and ripped the knife from the now dead victim's back. A laugh escaped his lips as he looked down at one of the all so powerful Keepers. He had crushed him with out straining a muscle, or even gaining a bruise. He must be the one who could finally lead the Dark Keepers to their rightful place on top of the main hierarchy, and become more powerful than their now only enemy. All other threats to their scheme had been eliminated. Only one remained, and none of them had foreseen the final enemies they would have to destroy before the ultimate power was taken, would be themselves.
"No, they're not like us. They don't understand our ways are better!" The man with black eyes screamed at the walls, letting his anger flood through him. A chime rang and he turned to see the second in command of the ship he currently resided on.
"Sir we have arrived at Mars," The man moved closer to the Commander, he saw fear in his green eyes. He thought these Terrans as quite gullible. First they believed he was a citizen who had had his ship stolen. And secondly, like good Starfleet officers, they had given him a lift. Of course, he had the power to transport himself anywhere in the universe. But he was tired from killing beings that fought or tried to fight back. He really needed easy prey. The Commander's voice once again came to his ears.
"Sir." Smiling devilishly he walked closer and looked around.
"Thanks for the lift, and please call me Matt, I was just wondering how many people are on this ship? I've always wanted to know what a ship like this usually takes," Matt said politely. He knew he sounded perfectly polite and normal. And could physically see the man not suspecting that within a minute he would be dead.
"Well, usually 215, but at the moment only 206 including myself," The Commander said smiling. Matt started to walk toward the door, but stopped at the Commander who had not yet spotted the dead body in the corner of the dark room.
"Are you sure, there are 206 people walking about on board now?" Matt said with a fake surprised smile.
"I know all the figures, it's one of my many jobs," The Commander said smiling. Within that second, Matt spun to face him. With the slightest movement of his hands he snapped the unsuspecting officer's neck in a clean swipe. The man fell to the floor, and Matt smiled down at him.
"Are you sure you don't mean 205?" Matt asked the unresponsive body. "What? No answer, well because of your manners I have 205 more people to go see. People today, tut tut." Matt stepped over the body, and walked calmly out of the door. Spotting a young crewman he started over to her.
"Excuse me, miss," Matt walked over with a charming smile," Could you tell me where the shuttle bay is?"
"Sure, follow me," she answered with a smile. She had no clue that she would soon be like the Commander who lay dead in the guest quarters not 10 meters from where she stood.
*Pity she has to miss my main show* Matt thought following the crewman *the massacre! *
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She looked at the picture again. *Why would he draw such a thing? * She hadn't been able to get anything out of him at dinner and had given up. B'Elanna knew it was time to tell the Captain of his behaviour, and that was where she was going now. Walking onto the bridge she signalled the Captain to talk privately in her ready room. Once inside B'Elanna began her tale.
"What did you want to talk to me about B'Elanna?" Janeway said in a hurried voice, as if she wanted to have this over and done with quickly.
"It's about Tom," B'Elanna started, but was cut off by an uplifted hand.
"Is this really important? You know that this area of space is highly volatile." Janeway said with a sigh.
"It is very important, I found this in his quarters. And he's been acting really strange lately," B'Elanna said, thrusting the paper in front of her Captain's nose. Taking the drawing Janeway looked at it and was slightly startled at the content.
"Ok, I'll get the doctor to take a look at him, see if we can get to the bottom of this. But we really can't do anything about it now. Ok," Janeway said softly, putting the paper in a drawer of her desk. With that Janeway and B'Elanna, both hoping that whatever was wrong could be fixed.
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He'd had another vision, and again it was a Mid-way. But there was something more disturbing about this vision. He had recognised and named the face. He knew who it was and why he was receiving the flashes of Keepers deaths as if by his own hand.
"Matt," Tom whispered shuddering. He'd known Matt for his entire lifetime. Why? Because Matt was his brother.
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Dur dur durrrrrrrr. Well I got that out slightly slower, and that was because of the lack of reviews. Not that I'm not pleased with the ones I got Thanx. PLS review and make my Christmas a happy one.