The light faded and became a room, which he couldn't see clearly. He
blinked until his vision returned fully, and he saw he was in the med-bay.
Further examination revealed that he was strapped to a table, as was Anne, who was on the next table, still unconcious.
He raised his head as much as he could, and saw that at the side of the room, where the supplies were kept, Pris was working on something, with her back to him.
"Pris," he said.
She ignored him.
"Pris," he said again, louder, "listen to me. There's something controlling you, you have to fight it."
No responce.
"Pris!"
She finished whatever it was she was doing, and then turned around, bearing a tray of surgical instruments and several needles. Her eyes had gone completely black.
Very calmly, without any trace of emotion, she walked over to him and placed the tray on a small table beside the bed. She then took out a pair of sciccors and proceeded to cut his thermal suit off, from the neck down to his waist, exposing his chest.
"Pris, please," he was trying not to panic, but was finding it difficult, as it was becoming apparent what she meant to do to him.
"Silence," she answered, except it wasn't her voice. It was deep and menacing, it seemed to be behind her, through her, but not her voice.
It continued, "You are somehow resistant to the dreaming. Interesting. I remember your race, Minbari, they have advanced greatly it seems. Perhaps the Vorlons showed you how to resist us."
She reached into the tray and pulled out a scalpel.
"No matter, if that is the case then the Minbari will be destroyed. But first," she grinned maliciously, "let's see what you are made of, Minbari."
Some time later, Lennier wasn't sure how much, she put returned the scalpel to it's tray, along with other bloody instruments.
He looked up at her, bleary-eyed, feeling faint from blood loss. The front of her shirt was soaked with it. He didn't dare look down at his body, but prayed to Valen that he would soon pass out from the pain and blood loss.
A slight whimper beside him grabbed his attention. Anne had woken up and was looking at his mutilated body, terrified.
"Don't fret dear," Pris said, washing her hands at the sink, "I just want you for your mind."
Lennier coughed, and was relieved to know that at least one of his lungs was intact. He looked over to Pris. Maybe Marcus had been right, maybe she was beyond help, then again, maybe was he too.
He watched her move over to Anne with a large needle. The girl squirmed and tried to break free, but to no avail. She screamed as Pris put the needle right between her eyes.
Further examination revealed that he was strapped to a table, as was Anne, who was on the next table, still unconcious.
He raised his head as much as he could, and saw that at the side of the room, where the supplies were kept, Pris was working on something, with her back to him.
"Pris," he said.
She ignored him.
"Pris," he said again, louder, "listen to me. There's something controlling you, you have to fight it."
No responce.
"Pris!"
She finished whatever it was she was doing, and then turned around, bearing a tray of surgical instruments and several needles. Her eyes had gone completely black.
Very calmly, without any trace of emotion, she walked over to him and placed the tray on a small table beside the bed. She then took out a pair of sciccors and proceeded to cut his thermal suit off, from the neck down to his waist, exposing his chest.
"Pris, please," he was trying not to panic, but was finding it difficult, as it was becoming apparent what she meant to do to him.
"Silence," she answered, except it wasn't her voice. It was deep and menacing, it seemed to be behind her, through her, but not her voice.
It continued, "You are somehow resistant to the dreaming. Interesting. I remember your race, Minbari, they have advanced greatly it seems. Perhaps the Vorlons showed you how to resist us."
She reached into the tray and pulled out a scalpel.
"No matter, if that is the case then the Minbari will be destroyed. But first," she grinned maliciously, "let's see what you are made of, Minbari."
Some time later, Lennier wasn't sure how much, she put returned the scalpel to it's tray, along with other bloody instruments.
He looked up at her, bleary-eyed, feeling faint from blood loss. The front of her shirt was soaked with it. He didn't dare look down at his body, but prayed to Valen that he would soon pass out from the pain and blood loss.
A slight whimper beside him grabbed his attention. Anne had woken up and was looking at his mutilated body, terrified.
"Don't fret dear," Pris said, washing her hands at the sink, "I just want you for your mind."
Lennier coughed, and was relieved to know that at least one of his lungs was intact. He looked over to Pris. Maybe Marcus had been right, maybe she was beyond help, then again, maybe was he too.
He watched her move over to Anne with a large needle. The girl squirmed and tried to break free, but to no avail. She screamed as Pris put the needle right between her eyes.