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Authors: Odette C. Bell
Tags: Science-Fiction, adventure, Space Opera, Time travel, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Exploration, Space Exploration
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equipment to the people.
They all rose from their feet until they floated there.
Though she felt the power coursing through her and knew she could tear through everything, she restrained herself.
She would not kill them.
She wasn’t like that.
So she held onto her control as she pushed her hand out. Instantly the scientists and doctors tumbled towards the walls. She sent all the medical devices and technology tumbling behind them.
She opened the door on the far side of the room with little more than a thought and a swipe of one extended finger.
She sent the scientists spinning through it.
Then she closed the door and allowed the remaining devices and objects in the room to heap against it, blocking it closed.
It was incredible. The ease with which she manipulated the world around her. The power. The possibility. It went beyond anything she’d ever experienced.
Though a part of her wanted to keep hold of it, wanted to revel in the strength it provided her, she did not.
She forced herself to let go.
To close her mind off to the entity, to force it backwards.
And as she did, she descended back down to the ground until she fell lightly to her feet.
She did not wobble. Though her legs were tired, she stood.
Then she turned, just in time to bring her hands up and guide the still-floating Carson to the ground.
As he rested beside her, the last power of the entity withdrew.
As it did, she felt unbelievably cold, yet she still acted.
She pushed down to her knees beside him, cupping his head in her hands. ‘Carson,’ she called, her voice echoing through the now empty room. ‘Carson,’ she screamed again, her voice croaking with the strain of what she’d just done.
He just lay there, straight and still.
But alive.
He was still breathing.
To confirm that fact, she locked a hand flat on his chest, feeling it move under her fingers.
She could have knelt there like that forever, her palm and fingers moving gently as his chest rose and descended with every inhalation and exhalation.
Because it confirmed he was still here. Still alive.
The Vex hadn’t killed him.
But they would, if given the chance.
As if to confirm that fact, she snapped her head up to hear noises filter in from the corridor outside. They were very muffled and distant, but she could make them out.
Despair leapt through her, chasing away any latent tingle of power that had remained from her use of the entity.
Now she felt alone again, outnumbered, and out-gunned.
She had to rouse Carson and get out of here.
And she had to do it now.
Though she wanted to force the entity to open a time gate again, she knew she had to wait.
It just didn’t have the energy.
It had to recoup.
If she forced it now, it could corrupt. Though if she stayed in this time period much longer, she knew it would corrupt anyway.
With a choked breath as she realised how impossible this situation was, she grabbed hold of Carson’s shoulders and tried to shake him awake. ‘Carson,’ she begged, ‘ Carson .’
He would not wake.
Tears started to streak down her cheeks, hot, fast, and relentless, they just washed over her face, down her neck, and along her chin.
Sobbing, she kept begging him to wake.
Though she was in a hospital room of some description, and there was medical technology all around her, she didn’t know how to use any of it.
Plus, she’d destroyed most of it when she’d heaped it against the wall.
So all she had was her voice.
She used it, over and over again as she whispered his name.
As she begged him to come back.
Chapter 12
Carson Blake
Something wasn’t right.
Something wasn’t right .
He kept telling himself that over and over again, but he couldn’t do anything about it.
Whenever he tried to question what was happening to him, his head filled with fog, his body becoming weary with every breath.
And try as he might, he couldn’t do a thing to fight it.
He was a zombie, a robot; he did what he was told. What the Admiral
They all rose from their feet until they floated there.
Though she felt the power coursing through her and knew she could tear through everything, she restrained herself.
She would not kill them.
She wasn’t like that.
So she held onto her control as she pushed her hand out. Instantly the scientists and doctors tumbled towards the walls. She sent all the medical devices and technology tumbling behind them.
She opened the door on the far side of the room with little more than a thought and a swipe of one extended finger.
She sent the scientists spinning through it.
Then she closed the door and allowed the remaining devices and objects in the room to heap against it, blocking it closed.
It was incredible. The ease with which she manipulated the world around her. The power. The possibility. It went beyond anything she’d ever experienced.
Though a part of her wanted to keep hold of it, wanted to revel in the strength it provided her, she did not.
She forced herself to let go.
To close her mind off to the entity, to force it backwards.
And as she did, she descended back down to the ground until she fell lightly to her feet.
She did not wobble. Though her legs were tired, she stood.
Then she turned, just in time to bring her hands up and guide the still-floating Carson to the ground.
As he rested beside her, the last power of the entity withdrew.
As it did, she felt unbelievably cold, yet she still acted.
She pushed down to her knees beside him, cupping his head in her hands. ‘Carson,’ she called, her voice echoing through the now empty room. ‘Carson,’ she screamed again, her voice croaking with the strain of what she’d just done.
He just lay there, straight and still.
But alive.
He was still breathing.
To confirm that fact, she locked a hand flat on his chest, feeling it move under her fingers.
She could have knelt there like that forever, her palm and fingers moving gently as his chest rose and descended with every inhalation and exhalation.
Because it confirmed he was still here. Still alive.
The Vex hadn’t killed him.
But they would, if given the chance.
As if to confirm that fact, she snapped her head up to hear noises filter in from the corridor outside. They were very muffled and distant, but she could make them out.
Despair leapt through her, chasing away any latent tingle of power that had remained from her use of the entity.
Now she felt alone again, outnumbered, and out-gunned.
She had to rouse Carson and get out of here.
And she had to do it now.
Though she wanted to force the entity to open a time gate again, she knew she had to wait.
It just didn’t have the energy.
It had to recoup.
If she forced it now, it could corrupt. Though if she stayed in this time period much longer, she knew it would corrupt anyway.
With a choked breath as she realised how impossible this situation was, she grabbed hold of Carson’s shoulders and tried to shake him awake. ‘Carson,’ she begged, ‘ Carson .’
He would not wake.
Tears started to streak down her cheeks, hot, fast, and relentless, they just washed over her face, down her neck, and along her chin.
Sobbing, she kept begging him to wake.
Though she was in a hospital room of some description, and there was medical technology all around her, she didn’t know how to use any of it.
Plus, she’d destroyed most of it when she’d heaped it against the wall.
So all she had was her voice.
She used it, over and over again as she whispered his name.
As she begged him to come back.
Chapter 12
Carson Blake
Something wasn’t right.
Something wasn’t right .
He kept telling himself that over and over again, but he couldn’t do anything about it.
Whenever he tried to question what was happening to him, his head filled with fog, his body becoming weary with every breath.
And try as he might, he couldn’t do a thing to fight it.
He was a zombie, a robot; he did what he was told. What the Admiral
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