Disclaimer: Anyone you don't know belongs to me, but, sadly, I do not own the Seaquest or the crew...
Notes: I just want to thank Kathy, you are a miracle worker, for all her hard work.
And I want to thank everyone who reviewed:
Della-Howzit, I happy that you can still act civil. Don't worry, I'm cutting my story shorter, so there will only be a few more chapters. So that means, only a few more cliff-hangers. Thanks again for the review.
Mariel3- Wow, thanks so much for the review. I'm very happy that you are enjoying this story. Don't worry, I shall finish this story, so don't worry, it just might take a while. Hope you enjoy
Imsorad- I'm glad that you liked my little twist, and you though it was safe for everyone....be afraid, I still got a few more ideas on what to do to everyone. As for Tim.... you just have to wait to see...
kbandy- yeah, I got a thing for cliff-hangers, what can I say. Besides thanks for still reading. Only a few more chapters left, so you find out soon about what's going to happen to Lucas, and to everyone else.
Dolphinology- I love to do the unexpected, and I wanted to do something that no one else has done, as for coming up with the ideas- I have no idea where these ideas come from, they just come to me. Scary I know. Anyway thanks for the review, hope your still enjoying these story.
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Chapter ten
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His arms ached, it felt as if they were slowly being pulled from their sockets. He opened his eyes to see darkness; he tried to move his head only to discover that he had a bag over his head.
Suddenly feeling very claustrophobic his breathing became louder as he tried to remove the bag.
What was worse was the fact that his arms were tied above his head, making it impossible to remove it.
Frustrated. He gave up.
He was curious as to how far above the ground he was hanging, so he stretched his leg stopping when his big toe touched the ground. He stretched a bit more, and he managed to stand on his toes, releasing some of the pressure from his aching wrists.
After a few minutes of trying to get his thoughts together, he started to listen, trying to figure out where he was.
That's when he heard the noise coming from his left. Not knowing if it was Lucas, he decided not to take the chance.
"Ek weet jy is wakker," a voice spoke from the darkness.
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Kirsten found a patch of blood on Tim's right shoulder.
"Dam it," She swore saw it.
Nathan looked at Kirsten and knew she would need help. He began to crawl making his past his team. He stopped when he reached Jonathan Ford.
"It wasn't your fault," Nathan said as he crawled passed.
Ford nodded, and smiled gratefully.
He turned his attention back to the others.
"Load weapons," He ordered.
Miguel, Katie and Ford all reloaded their weapons.
"Remember, one shot, one kill," Ford said as he restated the sharpshooter's code.
Katie and Miguel nodded.
Ford closed his eyes, and once again found himself focusing on the shooting, waiting for that gap.
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Nathan finally made it to where Tim lay; he looked at Kirsten who was looking at the wound.
"What can I do?" he asked.
"Lift him up, I need to see if the bullet is still in," Kirsten instructed.
Nathan nodded and sat down near Tim, carefully lifting up the motionless body. He looked at Tim's shirt to see a patch of blood.
"Bullet went through," Nathan said in relief.
Kirsten nodded.
"That's good, it's just a matter of stitching him up. Nathan I need you to help me remove his top," Kirsten said.
Nathan nodded, and lifted Tim's upper body, while Kirsten began to unbutton the shirt.
Nathan began to laugh which made Kirsten to look up.
"What's wrong?" Kirsten asked
"Nothing, just that fact that in the past few days you have unbuttoned two of my men," Nathan joked.
Kirsten shook her head.
"Honestly Nathan, you do choose the worse times to make jokes," She scolded.
Nathan just kept on smiling as Kirsten finished unbuttoning Tim.
"Let Tim lean on me while you pull the top off," Kirsten instructed.
Nathan nodded and slowly brought Tim's upper body up right, before gently releasing his grip on Tim. Kirsten had Tim leaning against her, with his head on her shoulder, as Nathan moved Tim's arms to remove the top.
Once done, Nathan quickly placed a clean top on the ground, before moving Tim off Kirsten, and gently laying Tim on the clean shirt.
"Good, now I'll patch this side first, then we can move on to his back," Kirsten explained.
"What else must I do?" Nathan asked.
"Be prepared, Tim might wake up when I'm patching him up, and I need you to hold him down if he does," Kirsten said.
Nathan nodded.
"Ok, here it goes," Kirsten, said as she picked up her needle.
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Ford looked at the remaining soldiers, who were looking at him.
"Ready, we go in three," Ford said.
Everyone got ready, as they silently counted.
"Now," Ford said as he stood up and fired.
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Ben stopped struggling when he heard the voice. He knew it was to late to act dead, so he tried to face the person.
"Can you please take off my mask?" Ben asked.
Ben knew it wasn't the best of questions, but at that moment he just wanted that hood off.
He heard someone walking up to him; he couldn't help it as his body stiffened, waiting for the strike that was bound to happen.
Ben kept on waiting for the strike, but after a few seconds, nothing happened.
Ben knew that he should be happy, but at that moment, he was getting frustrated. His arms were killing him; the hood was suffocating, and now this. He normally wasn't the person who got angry without reason. But after months of fighting, lack of food, lack of sleep, and a headache, which was forming, he was losing his cool.
"Jy mors jou tyd, " the voice said.
"I don't understand you!" Ben snapped.
"So I have to speak your language, so that you understand?" the man asked.
Ben didn't say anything.
The man pulled the hood from Ben's face.
Ben's eyes shut close, as the light blinded him. He slowly began to open them trying to get used to the light before he opened them any wider.
He looked around the room. He saw that he was hanging in the middle of the room. It was a small room, no windows, just the one door. He looked to his left, and he felt ill.
There, hanging next to him, was Lucas.
His eyes couldn't leave the sad site before him.
"He's dead," the man said with amazement.
Ben felt all the blood drain from his face as he looked at the motionless body.
"No," he said barely above a whisper.
Ben turned to the man on his right.
He was in his early thirties, short brown hair, with hard, cold green eyes. He wore brown pants, with a green top. He was medium built, but very masculine.
Before Ben could speak, he heard a soft moan coming from his left. He turned to see Lucas starting to stir.
He felt his anger boil as he turned to the man.
The man just laughed.
"Your sick," Ben spat.
The man just smiled, as he walked up to Ben, and grabbed Ben's hair, forcing Ben to look up.
"And your dead," he whispered.
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End of Chapter ten.
Before I forget, the translation is:
Ek weet jy is wakker- I know you are awake
Jy mors jou tyd- you wasting your time.