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Chapter VII
Part 3
The first
thing Rand saw when she opened her eyes was the light.
The amber
light of Tijus; soothing like the embers of a dying fire that flickers coyly in
the dry, gray ashes.
Only there
was nothing soothing about the light this time.
The
translucent amber was replaced by a stark, jaundice yellow that hung thick in
the air. This light didn’t ebb,
glow and diffuse like rays coming from a rising or setting sun, but bobbed and
congealed like crude coating an ocean after a disastrous oil spill.
Rand’s body
was leaden, and her brain was thick with grogginess. She lied there on her stomach, helpless, like a beached
whale. She shut her eyes, not
wanting to look at the creeping yellow mass surrounding her now. But it was no use. She could feel it prickle and slither
on her skin, her epidermal hairs pulling up as the oily, wriggling sensation
coursed damp iciness down her pores.
She wanted it to stop.
God, make it
stop!
She wanted
to shake that feeling off of her and she wanted to get up. The heaviness of her body, and her nose
and mouth being so close to the floor, made her feel like she was suffocating,
especially with the dust particles whisking beneath her, stinging the corner of
her eye and singeing her nostrils.
She had to
get up.
She had to
try.
Rand opened
her eyes and brought her hands to either side of her, shoulder level. She counted to ten, and took a long,
deep, shuttering breath, fighting the impulse to cough against the dust
particles that entered her throat.
She pushed herself up, but her arms felt hollow, insubstantial, and she
fell to the floor like a newborn chick, frail and wet out of its shell. The wind was knocked out of her when
her stomach hit the ground, making her gasp violently.
“Shit!”
Rand let
herself lie there, so she could build her reserve, until she felt ready to go
for another try.
When she
felt ready, Rand drew her lips together with determination, counted to twenty,
and made another attempt, she arms shaking just like before, and giving way beneath
her again.
“Nooo!”
Rand’s body
was racking in angry sobs, her tears running from the bridge of her nose,
clouding her eyes, and puddling under her cheek and mouth.
“I refuse to
stay down here like a useless jerk,” she said to herself.
She bit her
lower lip and breathed rapidly through her nostrils, in and out, in and out,
forty times. When she reached
forty breaths, she pushed herself up, working past the tingling numbness, the
shakiness, until she was high enough off the ground to sit her buttocks onto
her heels.
“Ouuu.”
The
sensation of sitting on numb, folded legs was too much, so Rand leaned to the
side and brought both hands there, hoisting her back so she could bring both
legs out from under her in one heave.
When she propped her butt on the floor, Rand sighed and laughed in sheer
relief as she wiped the tears from her eyes. She didn’t bother to move from where she was; she just sat
there and allowed the blood to course her body, to revive her circulation. Then, while she was waiting to
get her strength back, Rand looked around the room.
Scotty,
Begay, Rose, Riley, and Spock were sprawled, unconscious, on the floor, scattered
about like birds dead from and airborne plague. They were pale, thin, their skin was almost transparent, their
veins unnaturally visible from where she sat. Rand looked at her own hands and could see the tracks of
blue, and how the white of her skin was washed in the sickly yellow of the
light. She was shaken, and knew
that time was running out for them, that whatever it was that was feeding off
of them was quickening its pace now.
Rand watched the light ooze between her fingers, and then she knew.
It was the
light—it had to be!
It had to be
some sort of entity, some kind of autonomous life force, and not mere sunrays
coming from windows.
Especially
since there were no windows anywhere in the meeting room.
Rand
frantically looked around the room, to see if any of the others were coming
to. She spotted Riley sprawled out
on the floor, right next to Spock, and crawled to him. When she reached him, she knelt over
his body to look at the damage to his face, and damaged it was. Rand winced as she sat there, looking
at what Spock’s rage had done.
Riley’s nose was like a pat of butter that had been smeared flat by a
table knife, and a dark red gelatinous substance was caking from under his nose
and spilling over his mouth, chin, and to the bottom halves of his cheeks. His purple-stained lips ballooned out
in distorted, fattened grooves like the bottom of a beefsteak tomato.
“Goddamn it,
Spock…”
Rand spotted
bloody white pieces piled like dominoes in Riley’s mouth, and knew immediately
that they were his teeth. With
what little strength she had, she turned Riley over to his side, facing her, so
that his mouth was close to the floor.
She gingerly, delicately, reached down with her fingers into his mouth
and pulled out whatever loose teeth she was able to fish out and place on the
floor. She did what she could to
try to keep his mouth open, since he clearly would not be able to breath through
his nose, but she knew that Riley needed immediate medical attention that she
wasn’t able to give. She would
have to try to rouse Dr. Begay.
Rand scooted
over to the doctor, who was, thankfully, showing signs of movement.
“Mathias. Mathias,” she called softly, shaking
him gently by his shoulders.
Begay’s
eyelids fluttered as he turned his head to the side and cursed under his
breath.
“Welcome
back,” said Rand dryly.
“I am so
done with this fucking mission,” Begay said wearily.
He brought
his arm over his eyes and sighed, exhausted and disgusted, but then lifted his
elbow up from his eyes and stared at it for a minute. By the expression on his face, Rand guessed that he was
trying to put two and two together on something. Putting his arm down, he looked up at the ceiling, and then
all around him.
“What is all
this? It’s like some kind of
phantasm!”
“Yeah, I
know. It’s all over. I think it may have something to do
with all the strange things that have been happening to the crew. That’s why we need to act fast. Riley’s pretty banged up and needs
attention. Are you able to get
up?”
Dr. Begay
nodded weakly.
“Yeah, just
help me up. I’ll be all right.”
“It may be
slow going, but let’s do this!”
Rand, by
now, had regained most of her strength.
She stood up slowly, and extended her arms to Begay. He reached out with his arms and
grabbed her hands as firmly as he could.
She helped
hoist him up, working their way from a sitting position, until Dr. Begay was
able to stand wobbly on his feet.
Swaying a bit, he placed his hands on his temples and rubbed them.
“Whoa…”
“Can you
make it?”
“Yeah. Don’t worry. I’m good.
Where’s Riley?”
They stepped
over to Riley, who was still mercifully unconscious. Begay’s eyes swept over the young lieutenant’s face and let
out a whistle.
“God! I don’t know why I’m so surprised,
given Mr. Spock’s strength. I’ll
do what I can, but if I’m to rebuild his face I’ll need the resources we have
on The Enterprise! Watch Riley
while I go to the medical room. I
can, at least, prop his face up, or something.”
Begay turned
and left the room, looking up at the coagulating light as he walked out into
the hall, his steps picking up pace.
Rand knelt
down, positioning herself next to Riley.
She watched his stomach rise and fall, and hoped that he was unaware
enough not to feel any discomfort.
The yellow
light was all around her, Riley, and the others, and she found herself getting
a bit jumpy, especially when tiny, pattering sensations started to build
steadily over her exposed skin, like a filmy drizzle.
“Ick!”
Rand brushed
her hands violently over the back of her neck, cheeks and palms. She shot a glance at the door where
Begay had left, and could see that the light in the hall was getting even
yellower, almost fluorescent, and it was rushing down the corridor like a
river.
“THRUUUUUMMMMMP!”
The sound
came from the same direction where the light was headed.
“THRUUUUUMMMMP…THRUUUUMMMMP…THRUUUUMMMMP…”
Rand knew
that it couldn’t be Mathias making that noise, because opening and closing
cabinets and draws, and manipulating medical equipment, didn’t sound like
that. It sounded more like a body
being slammed against a door, or a wall.
Maybe it was
Mathias. Maybe he was in trouble.
Rand looked
at Riley one more time, before getting up and heading to the door. The light in the hall had a current to
it she could feel, a kind of brushing that replaced the unbearable pattering
from moments before.
“Mathias!”
Though she
called his name, Rand didn’t make the turn to where the medical lab was, but
kept on to where this moving light was guiding her.
The door at
the very end of the hall was surrounded by swirling thick globs of angry, sharp
patterns shaded jaundiced yellow, covered in tiny white specks resembling
swarming gnats. These rays widened
and retracted around the door like a venus flytrap, causing the door to scrape
against it’s own frame in staccato jolts and twists.
“THRUUUUMMMMP…THRUUUUMMMMP…THRUUUUMMMMP!!!!”
When Rand
stood directly in front of the door, she hesitated. She knew that whatever was responsible for the strange
happenings that plagued the crew was behind that door, and if this mission was
going to wrap up, she would have to get past her trepidation and see what was
outside.
Rand took a
couple of steps forward, turned the knob, pulled the door open, and stepped
outside.
The desert
landscape was consumed in this heaving, whirlpool of deformed light. It bubbled upward, sputtering and
oozing out of a humungous canyon carved out of the dune wasteland. Monstrous, jagged incisors piled up in
rows that reached deep into this grainy pit, jerking and gasping in thunderous,
savage throws. Rand stood by the
door, too paralyzed by fear to move or scream as the creature revealed itself.
A humid wave
carrying a foul stench hit her with a force that rocked her on her heels,
making her stumble, though she didn’t fall. The moist air seeped into her nostrils and throat, nearly
choking her. Rand couldn’t quite
make out what the odor was; rotting meat, vinegar, feces, ammonia, gangrene,
all she knew was that, whatever it was, made her think of decline, a turning, a
passing from one form into another.
The smell
made her think of death.
Rand
frantically pressed her hand against her nose and mouth and fought the urge to
vomit.
And then,
she saw it.
She saw
where the smell was coming from.
The teeth of
the pit rose up in unison and started to quake, the debris from the desert
rising up like a swelling tide, items that were swallowed up and consumed from
the planet’s landscape throughout the years. Rocks, clumped sand, trees and scrubs broken in bits, small
semi-decomposed reptilian life forms, and human skeletons were pushed up to the
surface.
Human
skeletons?
Rand looked
closer, horrified but transfixed to the ghastly spectacle that was playing
before her eyes. On these human
skeletons were shreds of fabric, much of the colors faded almost
completely. But, there was one
skeleton with the remains of what looked like the breast of a pullover. The glint from the left corner was the
silver insignia of the Federation.
A tear fell
silently from Rand’s eye, and her body trembled uncontrollably. She opened her mouth to scream, but the
only sound that came out was something weak and stunted. Rand backed away slowly, feeling her
way behind to the open door.
Rand’s mind
reeled with the knowledge that, now, she had her answer, her answer as to the
fate of Dr. Adrienne Ellis’ expedition party.
Right there
in front of her.
And that
thing was working on her landing party.
The mad behavior, the wasting away of the bodies. They were prey being primed for the
predator, primed for consumption.
To be swallowed up and disappeared into this remote, barren, lonely
place.
Rand slammed
the door behind her, and propped her body up against it. She felt the door rattle vehemently on
her back, and knew that she wouldn’t be able to contain that massive thing,
that thing that was hunting them now.
“Mathias!”
Rand bounded
down the corridor, the light swarming all around her, getting even harsher,
sharper. She thought she could
feel her heart pounding in her throat, beads of sweat pouring down her
forehead, nearly blinding her as the salty drops slid into her eyes. When she reached the meeting room, Dr.
Begay was kneeling over Riley’s head, gently sweeping a suctioning device over
the facial damage in order to clean and sterilize.
“Mathias! I sure hope you’re working as fast as
you can, ‘cause we’ve got to get him ready and rouse the others!! Now!!”
“Janice, what’s
wrong?! It sounded like some kind
of sand storm!” said Begay, looking up briefly from his work.
One really
had to admire such concentration and dedication, even in a situation of such
impending doom.
“I sure as
hell wish that’s all it was!!”
“This crazy
light’s turning so bright it’s actually making it hard for me to work, almost
like being under one of those searchlights!”
The light
was strobing like an arrhythmic heart beat. Globs collided against each other while turning to a
fluorescent, piercing glare that engulfed the whole area.
Then, the
light and the rattling noise from the door stopped.
Rand took a
deep, ragged breath and wiped her eyes.
“What was
that light, Janice?” asked Begay.
He looked at
her with wariness, as if not wanting to hear her answer, but knowing that he
had to.
“That light
is the reason why the Ellis expedition disappeared,” she said with grim
certainty.
“I was
afraid of that. May I ask how?”
“While you
were gathering your supplies, I followed the light that was going down the hall
to the door that led outside. When
I opened the door…I found the source of the light.”
“Which is…”
Rand shook
her head. “I can’t really describe
it. It looked like a large crater
of incisor teeth! It didn’t have a
body, unless you count the desert floor as its body! The light was coming from there…well, it seemed to be
bubbling out like lava…it was almost like the light would guide you to those
jaws of death…”
“Oh, my
God…”
“Remember
when we were talking about the behavior of the crew with Mr. Spock? These distractions seem to be things in
our past that we never really resolved!
They hold us, they bind us, and then lure us with the light!”
Rand took a
beat before continuing. “I think
that thing feeds on us before the actual kill,” she said quietly. “We’re weak, pale, yet we always have
our regular meals.” Tears welled
up in her eyes. “I didn’t bargain
to die like this, did you?”
Begay
snorted. “Everything you say adds
up. All these obsessions, like
Riley’s obstacle courses to try to get back at a gym teacher who screwed his
GPA, my memories, Scotty’s childhood stuttering, Rose’s bottomless pit of a
stomach…”
He stopped
himself in midsentence and chuckled mirthlessly. “Bottomless pit, I can’t believe I just said that.”
Rand smiled
sadly at the unintended pun.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here.
How’s Riley doing?”
“He needs
surgery, that’s for sure! I was
prepping him in the hope that we’d be able to get back to the ship!”
Dr. Begay
looked at Rand with steely determination just then. “I really don’t care what it takes. We have to get back to the Enterprise!”
Rand
brightened up a bit. “Hey, this is
me, remember? I’ve already been
converted! I’ll try to get the
others up while you continue your work on Riley! I know I’ve said this many times, but let’s do this!”
Rand gave
Begay a forced smile and the thumbs up sign, and hoped to God that it wouldn’t
take too long to resuscitate the rest of the crew.
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