30 Ways to Conquer Mars
#021 強奪
A.C. 197, August 12, 02:32:「Madness」
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"You cold bastard!" Donnovan howled, whipping around to make a grab for Zechs. "After all she's gone through with you, the least you could do is pretend to care!"
Zechs cursed under his breath and dropped to the floor, hoping to trip the larger man up. He missed.
Donnovan didn't. 'Bear-like' is not a means of describing Sheldon Donnovan as a clumsy man. The Russians, for example, have used bears as a symbol of ferocity and raw explosive power for centuries. His foot crashed into Zechs' ribs. Somehow, the smaller man staggered away.
"Don't make me kill you, Donnovan."
Donnovan laughed bitterly. "Oh, you'll do it for any excuse. I know." He stumbled towards Zechs, glowing faintly under a layer of sweat. He was not right. "I finally get it now, how that clockwork heart of yours tick…"
Zechs ducked his madly flailing arms and hurled his whole weight behind an elbow in Donn's stomach. He barely flinched, instead grabbing Zechs by the collar and pinning him against the wall.
"What about yours?" Zechs growled, groping for a distraction. Donn burst into more hysterical laughter as Zechs realised a heartbeat too late how that sounded.
"Isn't that just like you? See? I told you I get it now!"
He grabbed the blond and threw him back into the wall again, pushing his glistening face into his. "Klein had to go," he rasped, "he was going to ruin everything by giving it to you. But how can you be our saviour when it's all your fault in the first place? And Williams… Williams thought me mad, so I threw him in the tank to cool off… and then I thought, what would our idol do? So I minced Klein up, just like you would! And pretended it was me!"
He started to giggle. It was not a pretty sound. He let Zechs go.
This was a mistake, because the second he was free, Zechs fumbled for his gun and fired two shots into Donn without even looking. The large man crumbled to his knees with a cry, flicking warm, acidic beads of moisture everywhere. Blood blossomed on his pants, over his thigh and knee.
"Donnovan, you need help." Zechs eyed him up critically, widening the distance between them.
"No." He seemed to be calming down.
Still pointing his gun between Donn's eyes, Zechs edged towards the bed to check on Noin, god knows what they've done to her…
"You stay away from her…!" Donn lunged at him with surprising agility the split second Zechs' eyes turned towards the groan behind him. A brief wrestle later, Donn emerged victorious, sitting across Zechs' chest with his pawish hands wrapped around the pilot's neck and Zechs' gun just beyond reach.
"I don't want to kill you," Zechs maintained as calmly as he could, desperately working out how he could avoid getting killed himself.
"That's okay, I know you want to," Donn giggled again. "You're thinking how pretty my brains would look on the floor… and I'll let you…" Donn shifted, freeing Zechs' arm, and crushed his slender fingers in place around the pommel of a pistol. Keeping one hand on Zechs' windpipe, he guided the barrel to his face.
"We're going to show Lucy just how much of a monster you really are." He whispered, and stuck the end of the weapon in his mouth, forcing Zechs' finger down on the trigger.