we let the shadow eternals win, then
every human ever born from the time you swung down from the trees
to when you reach your higher plane of existence five million years
from now, will become, will be, eternal food and eternal slaves. We
cannot let that happen .
Zane balled his fists, overcome with anger — but not soon enough. The two
assistants had already set up the extractor, charging it. What do you want me to do?
Fight!
He sprang up from the bed, his mind still filled with the
confusion of his awakening. Tink must have caught on to his
intentions, because he unretracted his claws, slashing at the
closest white coated man to him. Blood soon stained the pristine
cleanliness of the medical unit’s room — that, and screams of
agony.
Still,
Zane became tangled in the sheets, his swift action attempted with
too much haste and not enough thought. Motac was yelling at him,
but the doctor and the other assistant had made their charge before
he could free himself. He hadn’t even given Motac any of his seed
to enhance his abilities after he’d awakened, either.
To put it
simply, Zane was fucked.
Even so,
he overpowered the assistant through sheer brutal determination and
many blind punches, some finding their mark, and sent the man
crashing to the floor on his backside. At the same time, Zane felt
a pin-prick on his neck. The tussle he’d had with the assistant had
given the doctor time to prepare a needle.
Zane’s
vision became blurry.
We’ve been drugged!
No fuckin’ kiddin’.
Tink had
dispensed with the assistant he was tackling, who was now nothing
but a dead man slumped in a pool of blood. The second assistant,
however, had scrambled to his feet and activated the extractor
before Tink could send him to oblivion to join his freshly killed
friend.
Zane fell
back down onto the bed, his knees buckling from under him. The drug
had already taken effect. “You fuckin’ bastards. You don’t know
what you’ve done. You’re all fucked now!”
The
doctor said, “I’m sorry, but you’ll understand soon.”
With
those words reverberating around Zane’s mind, the beam from the
extractor struck him, blinding and paralysing. Motac screamed in
agony. Zane, for the first time since he had been bonded to the
coalition eternal, felt fear, sheer and absolute.
Tink
rushed to Zane’s side.
Zane
turned to look at him, his whole body numb. Unable to form words,
he couldn’t do anything but witness with increasing darkness
crowding his vision, blurring the events that followed.
Goodbye, my beautiful.
A brief
moment after the beam struck, the effect of the drug took its toll.
Zane collapsed. Before he found unconsciousness, the feeling of
being empty pervaded all his thoughts and emotions.
Motac was
gone.
Zane
managed to watch the medical unit become flooded with Banshan
warriors. Tink was taken away, as was Motac.
One of
the Banshan was their leader. Erkla came over Zane, brandishing an
ornate knife. “We needed you conscious so we could extract the
traitor. Now that we have him, your purpose has been served. On
behalf of the empire of the eternals, we thank you, human. Your
death will be the first of many who dare to resist us.”
With a
cruel smile, the Banshan leader plunged the knife deep into Zane’s
stomach. Zane felt no pain. It seemed the drug did more than
incapacitate him. It numbed the agony of his death.
Zane
gasped the last breath of his life. There was no tunnel of light.
No relatives long lost to greet him as he had been told when a
spirit passes into the afterlife.
He was
dead.
To be continued…
To be continued in Ripples in Time
Eternal , Episode Three of Diary of the Eternal War.
Here’s a
sneak peek:
Emergency
access input override, automated wake up response. Diary algorithm
activated. Ship time, unknown. Date, unknown. Internal and external
input initiated. Loading…now.
Zane
opened his eyes. It hurt to do so.
A stranger, a man of ragged
every human ever born from the time you swung down from the trees
to when you reach your higher plane of existence five million years
from now, will become, will be, eternal food and eternal slaves. We
cannot let that happen .
Zane balled his fists, overcome with anger — but not soon enough. The two
assistants had already set up the extractor, charging it. What do you want me to do?
Fight!
He sprang up from the bed, his mind still filled with the
confusion of his awakening. Tink must have caught on to his
intentions, because he unretracted his claws, slashing at the
closest white coated man to him. Blood soon stained the pristine
cleanliness of the medical unit’s room — that, and screams of
agony.
Still,
Zane became tangled in the sheets, his swift action attempted with
too much haste and not enough thought. Motac was yelling at him,
but the doctor and the other assistant had made their charge before
he could free himself. He hadn’t even given Motac any of his seed
to enhance his abilities after he’d awakened, either.
To put it
simply, Zane was fucked.
Even so,
he overpowered the assistant through sheer brutal determination and
many blind punches, some finding their mark, and sent the man
crashing to the floor on his backside. At the same time, Zane felt
a pin-prick on his neck. The tussle he’d had with the assistant had
given the doctor time to prepare a needle.
Zane’s
vision became blurry.
We’ve been drugged!
No fuckin’ kiddin’.
Tink had
dispensed with the assistant he was tackling, who was now nothing
but a dead man slumped in a pool of blood. The second assistant,
however, had scrambled to his feet and activated the extractor
before Tink could send him to oblivion to join his freshly killed
friend.
Zane fell
back down onto the bed, his knees buckling from under him. The drug
had already taken effect. “You fuckin’ bastards. You don’t know
what you’ve done. You’re all fucked now!”
The
doctor said, “I’m sorry, but you’ll understand soon.”
With
those words reverberating around Zane’s mind, the beam from the
extractor struck him, blinding and paralysing. Motac screamed in
agony. Zane, for the first time since he had been bonded to the
coalition eternal, felt fear, sheer and absolute.
Tink
rushed to Zane’s side.
Zane
turned to look at him, his whole body numb. Unable to form words,
he couldn’t do anything but witness with increasing darkness
crowding his vision, blurring the events that followed.
Goodbye, my beautiful.
A brief
moment after the beam struck, the effect of the drug took its toll.
Zane collapsed. Before he found unconsciousness, the feeling of
being empty pervaded all his thoughts and emotions.
Motac was
gone.
Zane
managed to watch the medical unit become flooded with Banshan
warriors. Tink was taken away, as was Motac.
One of
the Banshan was their leader. Erkla came over Zane, brandishing an
ornate knife. “We needed you conscious so we could extract the
traitor. Now that we have him, your purpose has been served. On
behalf of the empire of the eternals, we thank you, human. Your
death will be the first of many who dare to resist us.”
With a
cruel smile, the Banshan leader plunged the knife deep into Zane’s
stomach. Zane felt no pain. It seemed the drug did more than
incapacitate him. It numbed the agony of his death.
Zane
gasped the last breath of his life. There was no tunnel of light.
No relatives long lost to greet him as he had been told when a
spirit passes into the afterlife.
He was
dead.
To be continued…
To be continued in Ripples in Time
Eternal , Episode Three of Diary of the Eternal War.
Here’s a
sneak peek:
Emergency
access input override, automated wake up response. Diary algorithm
activated. Ship time, unknown. Date, unknown. Internal and external
input initiated. Loading…now.
Zane
opened his eyes. It hurt to do so.
A stranger, a man of ragged
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