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and this child I would destroy if you try to set her free [OPEN]
They say you can't smell in that state, but Yuri smelled it long before contact. Sure she heard the Chuff...Chuff... of its breath like a small steam engine and the click of its killing claws against the bulkhead, saw malevolent eyes with slits down the middle hover disembodied in the dark, occasionally snapped over by quivering nictating membranes...But first was the smell. Like a slaughterhouse filled with nothing but racks of human armpits. It made her gag and wince and stumble as much as her fear did.
And so she did. She opened her mouth to scream but somehow knew noone would come.
Click click click on the floor as it runs.
She was never going home.
Click click click.
Nothing would ever be OK again.
Click click...Then a pause as it lept. There was a force and weight and she was on her back. Stained teeth like uneven rows of steak knives wasted no time in closing in on her...
She sat forward with such intensity that her scream was cut short by her face hitting the top of the little sleeping pod. For a while she just lay there, clutching her face and sniffling as a small stream of tears and snot made her nose and eyes raw and moist.
She found she could not go back to sleep. Or rather, she was afraid to. So, clutching her Borg under her arm, she hesistatingly walked the corridors. Maybe there would be a good book or she could have a midnight snack in the sensoriums.
And so she did. She opened her mouth to scream but somehow knew noone would come.
Click click click on the floor as it runs.
She was never going home.
Click click click.
Nothing would ever be OK again.
Click click...Then a pause as it lept. There was a force and weight and she was on her back. Stained teeth like uneven rows of steak knives wasted no time in closing in on her...
She sat forward with such intensity that her scream was cut short by her face hitting the top of the little sleeping pod. For a while she just lay there, clutching her face and sniffling as a small stream of tears and snot made her nose and eyes raw and moist.
She found she could not go back to sleep. Or rather, she was afraid to. So, clutching her Borg under her arm, she hesistatingly walked the corridors. Maybe there would be a good book or she could have a midnight snack in the sensoriums.