| From: | Rand Ratinac docwagon101@*****.com |
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| Subject: | Sweet Oblivion - Part 8 |
| Date: | Tue, 4 May 1999 01:07:53 -0700 (PDT) |
sick.
Don't forget that - - symbols around a sentence indicate thoughts.
=========SWEET OBLIVION - Part 8
Amelia pounded ineffectually on Anthony’s door. "Anthony!" she cried.
"Let me in!" She screamed in frustration and slammed her foot into the
solid ballistic composite that simply refused to give. A curious head
popped out of one of the other doors in the corridor, but retreated
just as quickly after receiving a ferocious glare from Amelia.
She’d come to Anthony’s door a few minutes after nine a.m. but
received no answer to her knocks. Now, more than five minutes later,
she was becoming desperate, almost hysterical in fact. She didn’t know
why, but she was sure something terrible had happened to him.
Leaning against the opposite wall, Amelia pushed her hair out of her
face and drew a deep, panting breath. -Calm, girl, stay calm,- she
thought. -You have to focus or you’re no use to anyone. If you can’t
get through the door, then who can?- A terrible smile came to her lips
as a thought struck her. -Carl!- she screamed mentally, activating her
cybercomm link, -get your fragging hoop up here right fragging now, or
so help me, I’ll kill you myself!-
It only took Carl a couple of minutes to arrive. He was only
half-dressed, scarlet robe flapping open around track pants as he raced
from the lift, a wild expression on his face. "What?" he yelled. "What
the frag is it?"
Amelia allowed herself a tight smile. The first thing Carl did every
morning was put on his ear-mounted microtransceiver – just in case of
an emergency. She pointed at the door and whispered, "Get this down."
Carl looked like he was going to question her for a moment. Then he
caught a glimpse of her face and his jaw clamped shut. Stepping across
the hallway, he placed both hands against the door. His eyes rolled
back for a second as he murmured a soft incantation. Then the door blew
in, tearing away from its reinforced hinges with a screech and flying
across the room in a crumpled mass.
Carl went staggering back in the opposite direction as Amelia wrenched
him out of the way and darted into the room with inhuman speed. Her
Colt Manhunter was out and sweeping the room, the red dot her smartlink
superimposed over her vision telling her exactly what the heavy pistol
was pointing at.
"Clear!" she snapped, bringing the gun back into a guard position.
"Carl, check the kitchen. I’ll take the bedroom."
Even as the mage moved to obey her instruction, Amelia was kicking in
the bedroom door. She took a single step into the room, then stumbled
to a halt. Her left hand reached out to the bed, then she slumped
against the wall tiredly and all the determination seemed to drain out
of her. -Carl, in here.- Suddenly she didn’t even have the energy to
speak.
The mage pounded into the room and his eyes widened. He glanced around
and saw Amelia and his face sagged. "Amelia, I’m so sorry," he
whispered.
Amelia ignored him. She slowly approached the bed where Anthony lay.
His body was drawn up neatly into the middle of the bed, his suit
arranged carefully. She could have imagined he was just resting – until
she looked into his face.
Anthony’s empty eyes stared up at the ceiling. His features bore no
trace of pain, only an infinite sadness, an expression of regret and
loss. Amelia’s hand shook uncontrollably as she slowly, painfully
reached out to take his. Her eyes filled with tears as she crumpled to
her knees and pressed her face into his cold, cold neck. "Goodbye, Anthony."
==Doc'
(aka Mr. Freaky Big, Super-Dynamic Troll of Tomorrow)
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