CHAPTER 9

We had left the overmind and went to find the source of the attack. To the left of us hunter killers were trying there hardest to hold back the scouts and arbiters. Then, to our right, a brigade of mutalisk fought there way through the mass carrier flood. Then, in front of us... Kerrigan was fighting her best, but somehow it wasn't enough. She was quickly running out of energy and her massive muscle weighed her claw attacks down to a slow strike. She was losing a battle that couldn't be won and James and I had front row seats. I suddenly looked at James and then looked back at Kerrigan. Then, out of nowhere, The headaches started again. I kept thinking about Kerrigan. It seemed as if my body didn't care of her death, but my mind was saying otherwise. Then, right after the headaches stopped, I felt a surge of powerful energy run through my whole body.

"John! your...your eyes." They were red.

"Jesus John! your growing wings!" I didn't understand. Then a voice in the back of my mind whispered, "There! NOW! let it out! Save Kerrigan!" I listen to the voice and charged at the zealots. A flaming sword had appeared on my belt. I pulled it out and started to slash right and left. The first zealot tried to predict my next move, but it resulted in a slash through its neck. The second starred at me. After about a 10 second stare down it started to run. I followed behind it. It was as if I didn't have any control over my own body, but I enjoyed killing each and everyone of them.
"This is for Kerrigan!" the other me said in a monstrous voice. I don't remember wanting to say that. I came up right behind the zealot and plunged my flamed sword straight into the zealot's spinal cord, resulting in an instant death. I turned around as my feet touched the ground. Kerrigan was still being attack!

"Die you fucking bitches!" I carried my sword behind me, on account of the weight. I forced my feet towards the ground and flew up right as I was about to charge into the pile up of dragoons and zealots. The sword was beginning to take over, as it spun around and around with me hanging on. I flew down and hacked every single one of them. After the waves began to stop my rage had begun to seize. James spoke, "John... your father... Taramis. He was controlling you. He saved Kerrigan."
Then Kerrigan spoke in the clearest voice she could come out with, "John your father... he didn't. . . . . ." Kerrigan was. gone. The deep wounds had gotten to Kerrigan and she was dead.

"KERRIGAN! DAMNIT! what was she going to say?" James seemed more devastated then me.

"Kerrigan... WHY! Damnit! I'll kill every last one. EVERY...LAST...ONE!"
"Control it James, don't let it take over you."

Had Taramis really used me to save Kerrigan? And if it was even true, why didn't he do it himself. Why use me! All these questions could be answered by the only person who could answer them... Taramis!