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Chapter 8
"Stasis! My Dad spent three million years in stasis... what difference would a couple of weeks do? He would never know about us then! Of course, Kryten and the Cat would also have to go... Holly would have to be switched off, just incase he tells..."
But she couldn't do that! That was just selfish. She couldn't just get rid of her Father, Kryten, The Cat and Holly when and where she wanted to! As she walked, pondering in great detail as to how she could possibly overcome her problems, she felt a sharp, unforgiving slashing pain in her chest. She gripped it tightly, screeching a blood-curdling scream, eyes rolling back into her head, the world spinning like a deranged merry-go-round around her, her face and body draining any colour it had once had. She collapsed. Something festering at the back of her mind was ravaging its way to the front of her conscious mind. Thunderbolts of hate sparked and sliced her hologrammatic body. She lay on the corridor floor, cold and motionless. She wasn't dead, but a strange calm caressed over her body like a train of silk.
It only seemed a matter of seconds before her agonising ordeal was over, and she scrambled and clawed herself back to her shaky feet. The pain had gone. She even felt stronger and more powerful than she ever had before...
She grinned a new, evil grin. Her light-bee was corrupted. The small blue- green oceans that had once been the centre point and outlet of her clean, sparkling demure were now engulfed and drowning in flames, bright and brilliant reds. Her once angelic soul was now an inferno of hate and power. The old Bexlie had suffocated in this pent-up darkness. She didn't want love anymore. She didn't need it. She wanted revenge.
She was going to take over Red Dwarf. No one was going to be able to stop her.
Maybe all those years spent chasing her Father, with no voice to comfort her but her own had got to her, she couldn't tell, but now she was going to make up for all those years of torment he had obliviously put her through. She was going to offload that torment into Rimmer, the man who would lay down his life (if he had one) for her.
"...Perfect."
Chapter 8
"Stasis! My Dad spent three million years in stasis... what difference would a couple of weeks do? He would never know about us then! Of course, Kryten and the Cat would also have to go... Holly would have to be switched off, just incase he tells..."
But she couldn't do that! That was just selfish. She couldn't just get rid of her Father, Kryten, The Cat and Holly when and where she wanted to! As she walked, pondering in great detail as to how she could possibly overcome her problems, she felt a sharp, unforgiving slashing pain in her chest. She gripped it tightly, screeching a blood-curdling scream, eyes rolling back into her head, the world spinning like a deranged merry-go-round around her, her face and body draining any colour it had once had. She collapsed. Something festering at the back of her mind was ravaging its way to the front of her conscious mind. Thunderbolts of hate sparked and sliced her hologrammatic body. She lay on the corridor floor, cold and motionless. She wasn't dead, but a strange calm caressed over her body like a train of silk.
It only seemed a matter of seconds before her agonising ordeal was over, and she scrambled and clawed herself back to her shaky feet. The pain had gone. She even felt stronger and more powerful than she ever had before...
She grinned a new, evil grin. Her light-bee was corrupted. The small blue- green oceans that had once been the centre point and outlet of her clean, sparkling demure were now engulfed and drowning in flames, bright and brilliant reds. Her once angelic soul was now an inferno of hate and power. The old Bexlie had suffocated in this pent-up darkness. She didn't want love anymore. She didn't need it. She wanted revenge.
She was going to take over Red Dwarf. No one was going to be able to stop her.
Maybe all those years spent chasing her Father, with no voice to comfort her but her own had got to her, she couldn't tell, but now she was going to make up for all those years of torment he had obliviously put her through. She was going to offload that torment into Rimmer, the man who would lay down his life (if he had one) for her.
"...Perfect."