Rion pushed the vial of Red into the Beeject gun and pressed the cold barrel to his throat. Without a second thought, he pulled the trigger. The shock of it hit him with a full-blown force, and he could feel the contained flames burning within his head. His muscles tensed as the pain washed through his entire system, but gradually, it faded to a dull throb. Just like the Nalcon's electrical pulse was always in the back of his mind, the Red put an ever-burning flame there, as well.
Never mind that. There still was that... large container in the center of the room that he happened to carelessly disregard because of the guards. Curiosity detained him from his set goal... he had to see what was being held in that glass prison.
Putting the Beeject safely away, he approached this glass box hesitantly. He was careful enough to avoid the corpses of the deceased guards. No use in further desecrating innocent bodies. He just wanted a closer look...
Rion's eyes widened as he stared at the contents of the glass sarcophagus. "Jesus fucking Christ."
The glass coffin held the body of the woman who once professed her undying love for him. The woman he killed without a second thought.
The woman in the coffin was Rita.
He stared. He couldn't help but stare. The last time he had seen her was so, so long ago. A month, maybe more? She looked so... different. The look of anguish on her face when she begged Rion to take her life was gone. She looked so peaceful, so serene. She was dressed in all vinyl, boots, corset, skirt. She was wearing fishnet stockings. Her makeup delicately accented her serene features, unlike the tear-streaked mascara he remembered. Her short brown hair was smoothed down. She looked like a doll, a fallen angel.
Nothing like he remembered.
His hand fell upon the glass surface of her casket. Should he ask why she was here? Was Cain taunting him? Did Cain know that Rion was already here, that he would be here at this exact time? He took a step back and extended his arm so that his palm was facing her coffin. Closing his eyes, he used his psionic powers to discover the truth about why Rita was here. Even if it wasn't the whole truth, he just wanted so badly to know why.
He focused his power into his hand. Slowly, a still-picture formed in his mind. He saw a room filled with liquid-filled canisters. Immediately, he banished the image from his mind. He opened his eyes and stared at the coffin Rita was in.
The ones in the image looked exactly like the one she was delicately entrapped in, except Rita's coffin was not filled with that clear fluid.
What the fuck was going on?
Rion pulled both himself and his gaze away from Rita's prone body and approached the information desk that the guards were patrolling. There had to be something useful here, hadn't there? Information... supplies... anything.
He saw a drawer labeled "Emergency PPEC's". This must be where they hid some delmetor, recovery capsules, Nalcon, Red, D-Felon, all sorts of psionic goodies. He pulled on the latch.
"Dammit," he muttered. "Locked."
Despite the fact he was starting to develop a major headache from the use of his rusty psionic powers, he pushed himself to scan the drawer with his mind. The image of the guard's neck he snapped slowly materialized in his head. In the image, he was holding a set of keys. Bingo.
He ran over to the body of the non-toasted guard. Searching him, he found the key labeled "PPEC". Taking the set of keys, he went and unlocked the drawer.
Two vials of Nalcon, two vials of Red, a vial of D-Felon, a delmetor capsol, and two recovery capsules.
Jackpot. He took everything in the PPEC drawer and shoved them in one of the pockets of his cargos. Relief flooded over him, especially since all he had left that he brought from home was a single delmetor. And of all times, now is one he could NOT afford to short out.
Rion stood up slowly. "Thank Go--" he began, but was cut off by the security camera on the desk before him zapping off. He leaned in closer to the screen, wondering what could have possibly caused that. Suddenly, the screen started to turn on again, and the focus was starting to clear. Rion shook his head and turned towards the lobby elevator... but a harsh voice drew him out of his daze.
"So, I see you found my little gift."
That voice. THAT VOICE. Rion spun around, looking for the origin of that voice. He saw nobody. Maybe he was just starting to hear things...
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Ack! Who might it be? Well, you'll have to wait until the next chapter, because I'm about to go to bed. Tee hee. Sorry if this chapter is... boring. It'll get better, I promise.
Never mind that. There still was that... large container in the center of the room that he happened to carelessly disregard because of the guards. Curiosity detained him from his set goal... he had to see what was being held in that glass prison.
Putting the Beeject safely away, he approached this glass box hesitantly. He was careful enough to avoid the corpses of the deceased guards. No use in further desecrating innocent bodies. He just wanted a closer look...
Rion's eyes widened as he stared at the contents of the glass sarcophagus. "Jesus fucking Christ."
The glass coffin held the body of the woman who once professed her undying love for him. The woman he killed without a second thought.
The woman in the coffin was Rita.
He stared. He couldn't help but stare. The last time he had seen her was so, so long ago. A month, maybe more? She looked so... different. The look of anguish on her face when she begged Rion to take her life was gone. She looked so peaceful, so serene. She was dressed in all vinyl, boots, corset, skirt. She was wearing fishnet stockings. Her makeup delicately accented her serene features, unlike the tear-streaked mascara he remembered. Her short brown hair was smoothed down. She looked like a doll, a fallen angel.
Nothing like he remembered.
His hand fell upon the glass surface of her casket. Should he ask why she was here? Was Cain taunting him? Did Cain know that Rion was already here, that he would be here at this exact time? He took a step back and extended his arm so that his palm was facing her coffin. Closing his eyes, he used his psionic powers to discover the truth about why Rita was here. Even if it wasn't the whole truth, he just wanted so badly to know why.
He focused his power into his hand. Slowly, a still-picture formed in his mind. He saw a room filled with liquid-filled canisters. Immediately, he banished the image from his mind. He opened his eyes and stared at the coffin Rita was in.
The ones in the image looked exactly like the one she was delicately entrapped in, except Rita's coffin was not filled with that clear fluid.
What the fuck was going on?
Rion pulled both himself and his gaze away from Rita's prone body and approached the information desk that the guards were patrolling. There had to be something useful here, hadn't there? Information... supplies... anything.
He saw a drawer labeled "Emergency PPEC's". This must be where they hid some delmetor, recovery capsules, Nalcon, Red, D-Felon, all sorts of psionic goodies. He pulled on the latch.
"Dammit," he muttered. "Locked."
Despite the fact he was starting to develop a major headache from the use of his rusty psionic powers, he pushed himself to scan the drawer with his mind. The image of the guard's neck he snapped slowly materialized in his head. In the image, he was holding a set of keys. Bingo.
He ran over to the body of the non-toasted guard. Searching him, he found the key labeled "PPEC". Taking the set of keys, he went and unlocked the drawer.
Two vials of Nalcon, two vials of Red, a vial of D-Felon, a delmetor capsol, and two recovery capsules.
Jackpot. He took everything in the PPEC drawer and shoved them in one of the pockets of his cargos. Relief flooded over him, especially since all he had left that he brought from home was a single delmetor. And of all times, now is one he could NOT afford to short out.
Rion stood up slowly. "Thank Go--" he began, but was cut off by the security camera on the desk before him zapping off. He leaned in closer to the screen, wondering what could have possibly caused that. Suddenly, the screen started to turn on again, and the focus was starting to clear. Rion shook his head and turned towards the lobby elevator... but a harsh voice drew him out of his daze.
"So, I see you found my little gift."
That voice. THAT VOICE. Rion spun around, looking for the origin of that voice. He saw nobody. Maybe he was just starting to hear things...
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Ack! Who might it be? Well, you'll have to wait until the next chapter, because I'm about to go to bed. Tee hee. Sorry if this chapter is... boring. It'll get better, I promise.