Snippet #2598100

The warm glow of his eyes pinned her to the spot. Those kind, terrible eyes were screaming don’t move. The weight of the stare was almost tangible. No, that’s not right, it was tangible. She could feel the heaviness pressing down on her, holding her in place. His eyes didn’t bother Stella anymore, she was used to them. They almost lived behind her closed eye lids. Her father was gone and she had long since stopped being freighted of him in death….. However, there was something wrong with this dream. The smell of singed hair was overpowering, the strong liquid metal taste in her mouth was too prudent, and the fact that every inch of her body was screaming in agony signaled that something was very wrong. That’s when the sharp reality hit her… This wasn’t a dream.

Her slitted eyes flew open, as she simultaneously spewed blood from her mouth. She tried to glop air, but each breath racked her body with pain. A low grown left her lips, as she push against the cabinet that had fell on her. Hearing Trip’s call she took another shallow breath before grunting her responds, “I’m over here.” She was glad, to hear his voice, at least someone else made it, she thought quickly. She pushed the thought of the rest of the crew to back of her mind. The condition of Mr. Sinister and the Core had to be her primary concern. From her squatted position she tried to visually survey the room, but Echoing told her what her eyes couldn’t focus long enough to see, Mr. Sinister had suffer extensive damage. She could feel the low vibration of the ship, which meant the Core was still operational, good, but judging by the choppiness she was feeling, what condition and for how long it would work was another question altogether. Standing up slowly, turning to face the directions of Trip’s voice. Stella’s voice barely just above whisper, dripping with concern she turn catching Trip square in the eyes…….“We need to get to the Core Room, NOW!”