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Nimue awoke with a start, her heart pounding. That dream again! What did it mean? She silently slid off of her cot and started to pace the room, forgetting how thin the walls were, here on the Asgard. The whole ship would be able to hear the footsteps. Someone knocked on the door. Nimue turned just as the door opened. A black man with a shaved head strode in the room. "Hello, Ram," Nimue said. "Is something wrong?" Ram asked. Nimue hesitated before shaking her head. "No. No, everything's fine." She looked at the metal floor. For some reason, she was reluctant to tell her captain about the recurring dream. Ram nodded slowly, as if he didn't believe what Nimue was telling him.
"Get some sleep," Ram said before exiting. Nimue nodded and sat down on her cot, shivering suddenly.
Grumpy looked at the screen, shaking his head. Something was wrong. The code was different.
"Ram? Ram? We have a problem! Ram?"
Suddenly the bigger man appeared. "What is it?" he said, also looking at the screen.
"I can't really tell, but something's wrong. See how the code is all weird in that corner?" Seeing Ram's nod, the operator continued. "Well, I don't know what it is, but I know it's bad."
"We'll check it out in the morning," Ram replied.
"I don't think you should..." Grumpy told the captain.
"Normally, I would care about what you think," Ram said, "but right now, I don't."
Grumpy nodded. "Yes, sir." Ram nodded and walked away.
Nimue lay down, pulling the skimpy sheet up to her chin. How was this supposed to keep them warm? She closed her eyes, only to be greeted by an image of the Agent, holding his gun to her head, face consumed by the horrible smile. She screamed, not caring who she woke up or what the consequences would be. Footsteps clanged around the hallway. Nimue screamed again, seeing a sight that had never been in her dream. There was a young girl, lying facedown on the floor, shoulder length hair covering the sides of her cheeks, and a little red pool forming around her head. There was the Agent, putting his gun away as he turned to leave, an evil smirk forming on his lips. Surely he couldn't be happy about what had just occurred? But he was, Nimue realized. He was very happy indeed. Her mind grew numb, and she wasn't aware of being pulled out her bed, or of the tears that coursed freely down her cheeks. She wasn't aware of having liquid poured down her throat, and she wasn't aware of the interrogation that followed the liquid. All she knew was that the Agent was happy that he had killed an innocent girl, happy that he had ended a life that was just beginning.
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I hope you liked this chapter! Was it long and expanded enough?
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Agent-Diva: Glad you liked it! I promise you, this chapter will be longer! Chimera123: Thank you! Expanding shall be done!
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Nimue awoke with a start, her heart pounding. That dream again! What did it mean? She silently slid off of her cot and started to pace the room, forgetting how thin the walls were, here on the Asgard. The whole ship would be able to hear the footsteps. Someone knocked on the door. Nimue turned just as the door opened. A black man with a shaved head strode in the room. "Hello, Ram," Nimue said. "Is something wrong?" Ram asked. Nimue hesitated before shaking her head. "No. No, everything's fine." She looked at the metal floor. For some reason, she was reluctant to tell her captain about the recurring dream. Ram nodded slowly, as if he didn't believe what Nimue was telling him.
"Get some sleep," Ram said before exiting. Nimue nodded and sat down on her cot, shivering suddenly.
Grumpy looked at the screen, shaking his head. Something was wrong. The code was different.
"Ram? Ram? We have a problem! Ram?"
Suddenly the bigger man appeared. "What is it?" he said, also looking at the screen.
"I can't really tell, but something's wrong. See how the code is all weird in that corner?" Seeing Ram's nod, the operator continued. "Well, I don't know what it is, but I know it's bad."
"We'll check it out in the morning," Ram replied.
"I don't think you should..." Grumpy told the captain.
"Normally, I would care about what you think," Ram said, "but right now, I don't."
Grumpy nodded. "Yes, sir." Ram nodded and walked away.
Nimue lay down, pulling the skimpy sheet up to her chin. How was this supposed to keep them warm? She closed her eyes, only to be greeted by an image of the Agent, holding his gun to her head, face consumed by the horrible smile. She screamed, not caring who she woke up or what the consequences would be. Footsteps clanged around the hallway. Nimue screamed again, seeing a sight that had never been in her dream. There was a young girl, lying facedown on the floor, shoulder length hair covering the sides of her cheeks, and a little red pool forming around her head. There was the Agent, putting his gun away as he turned to leave, an evil smirk forming on his lips. Surely he couldn't be happy about what had just occurred? But he was, Nimue realized. He was very happy indeed. Her mind grew numb, and she wasn't aware of being pulled out her bed, or of the tears that coursed freely down her cheeks. She wasn't aware of having liquid poured down her throat, and she wasn't aware of the interrogation that followed the liquid. All she knew was that the Agent was happy that he had killed an innocent girl, happy that he had ended a life that was just beginning.
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I hope you liked this chapter! Was it long and expanded enough?
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