"Kerrigan." Raynor looked down at the unconscious form. Wires were still drilled into her skull, and tubes inserted into her veins pumped various colored liquids. Her eyes stared unfocused, showing a silent horror, seeming completely empty. She lay there, not as the queen of blades nor Kerrigan.
Raynor felt his body giving way as the warmth and strength the stim packs supplied faded again. Raynor rarely used them in battle, but had found his entire life force to be carried by them up till this moment.
Raynor depressed the button on his arm once again for another hit and sat up. The stim packsÕs effects were getting weaker with each hit, but he needed to stay alive just a little longer. Raynor would accept death, if only he could speak to Kerrigan, infested or not, one last time.
He frantically pulled the wires and tubes, not sure if he might be saving her or killing her. He pulled at the tubes connecting to her veins first, and then carefully looked at the carefully placed needles scattered across her skull. Raynor looked very carefully, and considered for a moment that he may kill her, but supposed that Kerrigan would most likely have wanted it this way. Infested or not, Kerrigan would not want to know she was being used as a research project.
Raynor grasped at one needle on her head. He carefully pulled it from her skull, and placed it on the ground beside them. He felt around her neck for a pulse. She may have been infested, but all living beings have a pulse. Raynor felt around and found the soft vein. Raynor could feel her pulse, but his hands were shaking slightly from the stim packs.
He moved more quickly now, yanking quickly at two and three needles as a time, and taking a pause every moment to call into her ear.
"Kerrigan?" he would call. There was no answer, and he would continue to pull at the tiny needles. Raynor hoped she would awake soon, or that his troops may return. Fenix might come to their rescue, but Raynor guessed he was having his own troubles on Aiur as he spoke. Raynor wondered if he was going to die here. If he was to take this snap shot, the woman he loved, unconscious and infested, and him, recently having won a war against aliens while allied with other aliens. When did life become so difficult? What happened to the days of keeping the locals in line on Mara Sara?
Raynor yanked the last needles from KerriganÕs head, and then laid back against the wall. He was going to pass out very soon now, and then he would be helpless. He pondered slightly if Kerrigan might awake and kill him in his sleep. Or maybe perhaps she was now free of the overmind's will. Raynor knew too little about psy and its properties to make a reasonable guess, and besides: the world was spinning too wildly now to even know if he was sitting up straight.
His hand instinctively reached for the button on his arm. One last hit, to ease the pain. The blood rushing in his ears sounded like a flood and it was giving him a horrible headache. The pain needed to go away. He wanted to relieve the pain quickly. It was only a press away. He needed this.
The world was spinning far too fast to keep his feet on the ground. He collapsed on the floor in the mess of glass and the river flowing within his ears quieted as he drifted into sleep on top of the Queen of the Swarm.
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Special thanks to Chrono-cross maniac for betaing this chapter for me. Always appreciated
Raynor felt his body giving way as the warmth and strength the stim packs supplied faded again. Raynor rarely used them in battle, but had found his entire life force to be carried by them up till this moment.
Raynor depressed the button on his arm once again for another hit and sat up. The stim packsÕs effects were getting weaker with each hit, but he needed to stay alive just a little longer. Raynor would accept death, if only he could speak to Kerrigan, infested or not, one last time.
He frantically pulled the wires and tubes, not sure if he might be saving her or killing her. He pulled at the tubes connecting to her veins first, and then carefully looked at the carefully placed needles scattered across her skull. Raynor looked very carefully, and considered for a moment that he may kill her, but supposed that Kerrigan would most likely have wanted it this way. Infested or not, Kerrigan would not want to know she was being used as a research project.
Raynor grasped at one needle on her head. He carefully pulled it from her skull, and placed it on the ground beside them. He felt around her neck for a pulse. She may have been infested, but all living beings have a pulse. Raynor felt around and found the soft vein. Raynor could feel her pulse, but his hands were shaking slightly from the stim packs.
He moved more quickly now, yanking quickly at two and three needles as a time, and taking a pause every moment to call into her ear.
"Kerrigan?" he would call. There was no answer, and he would continue to pull at the tiny needles. Raynor hoped she would awake soon, or that his troops may return. Fenix might come to their rescue, but Raynor guessed he was having his own troubles on Aiur as he spoke. Raynor wondered if he was going to die here. If he was to take this snap shot, the woman he loved, unconscious and infested, and him, recently having won a war against aliens while allied with other aliens. When did life become so difficult? What happened to the days of keeping the locals in line on Mara Sara?
Raynor yanked the last needles from KerriganÕs head, and then laid back against the wall. He was going to pass out very soon now, and then he would be helpless. He pondered slightly if Kerrigan might awake and kill him in his sleep. Or maybe perhaps she was now free of the overmind's will. Raynor knew too little about psy and its properties to make a reasonable guess, and besides: the world was spinning too wildly now to even know if he was sitting up straight.
His hand instinctively reached for the button on his arm. One last hit, to ease the pain. The blood rushing in his ears sounded like a flood and it was giving him a horrible headache. The pain needed to go away. He wanted to relieve the pain quickly. It was only a press away. He needed this.
The world was spinning far too fast to keep his feet on the ground. He collapsed on the floor in the mess of glass and the river flowing within his ears quieted as he drifted into sleep on top of the Queen of the Swarm.
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Special thanks to Chrono-cross maniac for betaing this chapter for me. Always appreciated