[TheNoir] On A Pale Horse
- From: Johnathon Micheals <laughingcorpse07@xxxxxxxxx>
- To: Noir <thenoir@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Sun, 12 Dec 2004 00:11:41 -0800 (PST)
On A Pale Horse
by Isabella Valentine and Anita Tessasohn
Vanir and Ethera had left Bella feeling somewhat better. She hoped it wouldn't
be long before Anais returned and gave her another dose of medication so she
could leave. She was anxious to find new quarters get comfortable.
Vanir had been kind enough to hand her the PADD in the top of her pack. It was
her journal and it gave her something to do. She was surprised Shane wasn't
back yet and the thought worried her a bit. But she had seen Shane in action
and knew he could handle himself. The only reason Anita wasn't dead yet was out
of courtesy to M.E. Or so she figured.
Ethera had been really sweet insisting that Bella's pillows be propped up and
fluffed just right. And so Bella sat, reclining in bed, typing on her PADD.
The doors wisped open as Anita stalked in, looking for a tissue regenerator.
Certainly a slightly used, well-lit ship like this had full sickbay equipment.
Her wound had started bleeding again, and Anita had no intentions of the blood
staining her blouse. Looking around, she stopped, her peripheral view catching
a patient on the bed. She ignored it, searching for the regenerator.
Bella looked up with the doors opening, figuring Anais was back. Or Shane. Her
heart nearly stopped beating when she saw Anita walk through the door. She
stopped typing and just watched her silently.
Anita looked around, hands busy as they tossed around various medical devices.
She looked up through the interior office window. At first, the thought of
playing at Isabella might have been worth the few minutes delay. But she wanted
the blood gone. It was her blood, and that wasn't right to begin with. "If
you're going to look, sweetpea, you had better just take a picture."
Bella said nothing. She wasn't going to play. Anita had gotten the better of
her once. It wasn't going to happen again. Yes, she was still a little scared,
but having a knife in your belly will either give you a certain amount of
confidence or break you.
Shane had said she was confident and she intended to stay that way. If Anita
wanted to try and kill her, then fine. Bella wouldn't play nice this time. The
blade of her knife was secure and warm under her thigh, and her phaser was
lying on her lap under the covers. She was being cautious. She reached to wrap
her hand around her phaser. Just in case.
Anita found the device she was looking for, "You really should try to limit
your movements whenever you reach for your weapons, Isabella. Makes you
transparent." Taking the device, Anita turned around, unbuttoning the few
buttons on her blouse and activated the device as she held it securely with her
elegant fingers. It made a distinctive hum, and her skin tingled a little as
flesh reunited itself.
"What makes you think I was trying not to be? I figured after our last
encounter it couldn't hurt to have a hand phaser within reach."
Anita smirked as she tried feeling upon her wound, "Please. What point is there
in trying anything when your helpless self is lying in bed? If I wanted you to
shoot me, dear, I would've made it more interesting." The wound was gone and
Anita tossed the device on the table and began searching for anything useful.
"I believe the word is 'cautious'," she replied. "I have no intention of
hurtin' you. I don't make it a habit to maim fellow crew members. The saying
is, 'Ship is home, crew is family'. As much as I hate you, you're part of the
crew." Bella eyed her steadily, suddenly not afraid of her at all. Anita was
just sick and needed help. And this time Bella wasn't hesitant to kill her.
"Until you try to hurt me that is. And seeing your taste for blood, it won't be
long," she smiled, actually enjoying the thought of putting an end to the
threat terrorizing the ship.
Anita took a vial out from one of the closet. It was a sedative, perking her
eyebrow, she only caught a part of Isabella's rambling. "I seriously doubt you
find me family, dear. And I seriously doubt that you have what it takes to take
me on. Frankly," she shook the vial, "I don't care what you think, what you
say, what your intentions are. It was just by luck you happened to cross my
path. Don't you feel lucky?" She chuckled as she placed the vial in her pocket
and went back to searching.
"Actually, I do feel a bit lucky. If we hadn't had our little encounter, I'd
prob'ly still be afraid of you."
"I'm hurt, Isabella. After our tete-a-tete, I thought we'd have been friends by
now. Goes to show, some people really don't know a good thing when they see
one," Anita took another vial, a poison. It made her laugh, wondering what a
poison was doing in a sickbay. And they said she was sick.
That reminded her. Anais and her weren't properly introduced. She'd have to
meet her sometime. Coming out of her momentary lapse, "Oh, the little girl is
getting braver by the nano-second. What an advancement." She turned to glance
at Isabella, but another vial caught her attention. Anita smiled, this place
was stocked, and the various things she could do with these vials were racing
in her head.
Bella shrugged. "Having you around is good for my image. Makes me look rather
harmless."
"That you certainly are," Anita ignored her previous comment as she took
another vial and fit the collection in her hands into her jacket. "Really,
Isabella, you have to work on getting me angry. What can I say, haven't had
much time for my 'beauty sleep'. So I'm not exactly up to peak."
"I guess stabbing people would take a toll on your conscience..."
Anita burst out in laughter, "If I had one in the first place, dear." She took
out another vial as she pocketed the small object and stood there looking at
Bella.
"Mm, guess you're right there. So much for that theory." They stared at each
other for a moment. Bella broke the silence, "Why is it that everything is a
game to you?" The question was genuine.
Anita laughed, "You're trying to figure me out. How cute! Let's play a game,
shall we? I'll answer your question, if you answer mine."
"Alright."
Anita smiled at her, "So.. why is everything a game to me..." She stared at
Isabella, "Well you see, dear, I don't have emotions. I mean, bits and pieces
of it here and there, but nothing really to.. feel." She smirked and shrugged
at the thought.
There was a moment of silence as she saw Isabella thinking.
"My turn," Anita proclaimed.
"Yes?"
"How long do you think it took for Shane to die?" Anita perked her eyes up as
she placed her hands on her hips.
"Yeah. Right. Like Shane would let you get to him," Bella shot back.
"Oh," Anita mocked Isabella with her laughter, "then I don't suppose you'll
take it personally that I slit your boyfriend's throat." Anita nodded, almost
approvingly, "Okay."
Bella's eyes narrowed and she felt panicky for a moment. Shane had gone looking
for Anita, she was sure of it. And he hadn't come back like he promised... Her
stomach sank and she suddenly felt as if she would vomit. "No." The word
crossed her lips involuntarily, before she had time to think about Anita's
words. Her face blanked.
Anita covered her mouth, trying to contain her laughter. "Oh, yeah, he was near
engineering after I spoke with.. Vanice, Vanrice... Vanir. Vanir, that's it."
Anita brushed her hair aside, "Caught me off gaurd. Needless to say, it did
work.. until I caught a blade into his neck and well.. one thing led to
another.. it's not the first time things like this have happened, Isabella,
understand." Anita looked at her, mocking a sympathetic face.
Bets were off. If Anita had killed a crew member, she was fair game. Bella
brought her phaser up and prepared to fire.
Anita laughed some more, "Oh, that was great." Her laughter reduced to
snickering, "You should've seen your face, Isabella."
Anita sighed, head tilted slightly, "What's wrong, sweetheart? Can't imagine
life without your banana?"
Bella looked at her, and found herself pointing, but not shooting. She'd seen
Shane fight...he could take her. And Anita's laughter... "What the fuck did you
mean?"
"Oh, come dear, how many drugs did you take for a shallow cut?"
"I asked you a fuckin? question. What did you do to Shane?"
Anita laughed hysterically, "Nothing much. Just killed him. After a little
torture."
It wouldn't happen again. Bella fired her phaser.
Anita dropped herself immediately and rolled forward. The woman lost sight of
Anita, who quickly crawled up to the bed. She instantly pushed herself up,
facing Isabella. A hard hit came to Isabella's wrist and face. Anita grabbed
her by the neck, her free hand flickering a knife out, "Stupid bitch, did you
really think you could kill me!?"
Anita shoved her back to the bed, but in her hastiness sliced the woman's arm.
Bella screamed and reached for her knife.
Anita saw it. A cry came from Anita as she hit Isabella again, forcing the
knife out of her hands after the third quick hit. It fell as Anita grabbed her
and flung her off the bed.
Bella was now defenseless. Anita had everything on her in hand to hand combat -
speed, agility, and strength. Bella had none of those. Especially not strength.
She hit the ground hard, slamming her head into the floor. Tears swam in her
eyes and her vision clouded, hazing between light and dark.
Anita breathed heavily. Not so much from the exertion of tossing the woman out
from her bed, but anger that fueled her intentions to kill this woman here and
now. She stalked toward Isabella and grabbed her by the hair, "Look at you!
You're pathetic." Anita let her go as she turned around slightly, but then
suddenly kicked Isabella in the mid section. "What's wrong, Isabella? Can't
take a joke? Huh?" Another kick sent Isabella on a roll.
Bella was barely holding onto her consciousness. She was trying to move away
from Anita's wrath, but could only manage a stumbling crawl.
Anita smirked, "If I kill you, Maureen will no doubt have a fit. Well," she
looked at Isabella as she crawled, "it could be worth it."
Taking two quick steps in order to grab Isabella, Anita pulled Isabella to her
feet by hair. The glazed look on Isabella's face disgusted Anita as she threw
her closer to the bed. "Crawl. Crawl for your stinking life."
Bella's eyes were blank and the last thing she saw before passing out was the
sight of Anita stalking towards her.
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