Horror Days- Chapter 20
"It's breakable, you know." The impersonator of Tom Paris said. "The glass that is. And the lake is only a meter away and 2 meters deep."
"Good to know." Tom replied, he turned back to the window and stared down at it. "So I guess you want me to escape."
"Honestly? Yes." The man responded.
"I'm guessing you want me to escape so I can get blamed for the murder." Tom asked.
"Again, yes." The alien answered
"Okay, then." Tom said. "Then I'm taking you with me."
Tom turned around fast and grabbed the alien. He held his head with Tom's arms and pushed them both towards the window. After a struggle, Tom moved them both through the window. The window broke and sent them both flying through the air. Still struggling, they fell into the water. They let go of each other to reach the surface to breathe. While they both tried to surface, Tom grabbed the impersonator's commbadge, his own originally.
They both go to the surface, the alien started to gasp for breath. Tom swam over to him and punched him square in the jaw. The force of the punch knocked out the man. Tom swam over to the edge of the lake and got out. He looked back at the sinking man. He knew he should help the guy, but he would probably awake before he drowned. Tom started to run away from the lake into the dense woods not too far away.
"Now I'm really pissed off." Tom murmured as he ran away.
As soon as Tom got a fair distance into the woods he stopped for a breath of air. He sat down on a branch near him. Tom then grabbed his commbadge and took it apart to make sure there was no weird microphone sort of thing in it. There were just the regular commbadge parts, no irregular items. Putting it back together again, Tom made sure that it was sending out a signal.
2 Days Earlier… (Morning of Day 11)
Tom Paris was walking down the corridors of Voyager. He loved being back and loved just roaming around the ship. He had only roamed around on sleepless nights, but during the day it was a whole new experience. Here he was, Tom Paris, a man almost everyone hated seven years earlier, married, going to be a father, Chief Pilot, and widely respected and liked.
Tom was about to go to Main Engineering to say hello to his wife when, in a deserted hallway, was suddenly whisked away in a transport beam. Tom found himself in a dirty, rundown building with many people around him. They were all smiling when they grabbed him and took his commbadge. He was thrown into a cell and was given food at random intervals. There was a face in the crowd of people that Tom recognized.
The face was the same man that was impersonating Tom on Voyager while the real Tom was in the cell. The man talked to Tom in his costume of the real Tom Paris and even had an emotion chip that had the emotions and memories of Tom. Tom said nothing to the man. He had nothing to say to a man that had let thousands die and left countless more homeless.
He was no good guy; he was one of the worst bad guys around. Democracy sometimes put into power people with ulterior motives. The fact that he would allow such things to happen on his planet and be involved in it was hideous. Too bad for being a good Erinson, which Erinson Lerik was not.