Zealot
By Amy Jonas
Rating: PG
Category: Gen/reconstructed JTS
Disclaimer: Not mine and I'm dealing.
Summary: Inside the mind of a Zealot.
A/N: I don't know what made me write this. Maybe all the crap that's going on in the world.
"By my watch you have one minute," John Gilnitz announced with a smug smile. The three men glanced at each other; indecision plain on their face. Although they have cornered him they know there is nothing they can do except watch and wait.
The tall blond yells for the Harlow woman again. Let her come, he gloats; she will be too late. Even now he can feel the membrane protecting the virus in his chest beginning to disintegrate. Soon it will be too late for them all! He will bear Douglas' virus into the world like a woman giving birth to a baby.
Douglas would be so happy. He should have been able to witness his work first hand. He would have if it hadn't been for Harlow. Anger spun though him as he thought of discovering Douglas' body on the floor of his office; a gaping hole in his chest and the cartilage membrane ripped from his heart. She had denied Douglas the chance to see all his hard work come to fruitation.
Gilnitz swayed; his vision blurred. He could feel the virus seeping from the membrane. Douglas had explained in detail how the membrane protecting the virus would slowly decay and consume his cells. Their death would not be an easy one but it was a small price to pay in order to take out as many of the enemy as possible.
He could taste their success.
"Whatever it takes."
Yes, Gilnitz thought, he would do whatever it takes. No, it wasn't Runtz instructing him it was the bearded man speaking. He focused on the men, eyes going wide as the older, short man rushed him. Pain exploded in his jaw and then he was falling. Gilnitz tried to get to his feet but every muscle in his body had become strung tight and then he began shuddering.
It has begun, he thought. Fire roared through his body from the inside. He tried to scream. Every cell was white hot agony. Soon, he thought, the virus would be airborn and it would do as Douglas intended.
He escaped into the deep recesses of his mind and looked out. Everything took on a green phosphorescent glow. He wanted to see those three men. He wanted to see the knowledge deep in their eyes that they would be next. And their death would not be easy.
Instead he saw a steel wall with a small window where eyes stared at him from behind. So many eyes. It took a moment for his ravaged mind to process this information. They had escaped and now hid behind a steel, airtight door. Eyes continued to stare at him in disgust and shock and relief.
'Do not fail.' Runtz' words echoed in his mind; eyes burning like the virus; demanding total obedience. Demanding success.
Green phosphorescent tears streamed from Gilnitz' eyes not because he was dying but because he had failed.
By Amy Jonas
Rating: PG
Category: Gen/reconstructed JTS
Disclaimer: Not mine and I'm dealing.
Summary: Inside the mind of a Zealot.
A/N: I don't know what made me write this. Maybe all the crap that's going on in the world.
"By my watch you have one minute," John Gilnitz announced with a smug smile. The three men glanced at each other; indecision plain on their face. Although they have cornered him they know there is nothing they can do except watch and wait.
The tall blond yells for the Harlow woman again. Let her come, he gloats; she will be too late. Even now he can feel the membrane protecting the virus in his chest beginning to disintegrate. Soon it will be too late for them all! He will bear Douglas' virus into the world like a woman giving birth to a baby.
Douglas would be so happy. He should have been able to witness his work first hand. He would have if it hadn't been for Harlow. Anger spun though him as he thought of discovering Douglas' body on the floor of his office; a gaping hole in his chest and the cartilage membrane ripped from his heart. She had denied Douglas the chance to see all his hard work come to fruitation.
Gilnitz swayed; his vision blurred. He could feel the virus seeping from the membrane. Douglas had explained in detail how the membrane protecting the virus would slowly decay and consume his cells. Their death would not be an easy one but it was a small price to pay in order to take out as many of the enemy as possible.
He could taste their success.
"Whatever it takes."
Yes, Gilnitz thought, he would do whatever it takes. No, it wasn't Runtz instructing him it was the bearded man speaking. He focused on the men, eyes going wide as the older, short man rushed him. Pain exploded in his jaw and then he was falling. Gilnitz tried to get to his feet but every muscle in his body had become strung tight and then he began shuddering.
It has begun, he thought. Fire roared through his body from the inside. He tried to scream. Every cell was white hot agony. Soon, he thought, the virus would be airborn and it would do as Douglas intended.
He escaped into the deep recesses of his mind and looked out. Everything took on a green phosphorescent glow. He wanted to see those three men. He wanted to see the knowledge deep in their eyes that they would be next. And their death would not be easy.
Instead he saw a steel wall with a small window where eyes stared at him from behind. So many eyes. It took a moment for his ravaged mind to process this information. They had escaped and now hid behind a steel, airtight door. Eyes continued to stare at him in disgust and shock and relief.
'Do not fail.' Runtz' words echoed in his mind; eyes burning like the virus; demanding total obedience. Demanding success.
Green phosphorescent tears streamed from Gilnitz' eyes not because he was dying but because he had failed.