You're What?: Chapter Ten
May. 30th, 2008 06:05 pm
Chapter 9: http://amberfocus.livejournal.com/76250.html
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Chapter Twenty-seven: Two to Go
Rose had two weeks left in her pregnancy when they left Kranamar. They left with the knowledge that the damaged women were not all sterile. Ten percent of them would be able to bear more children. Although not the best news, it was still so much more than anyone had hoped for. Of the babies who had suffered the consequences of Harrington Conrad’s actions, sixteen had died out of just over 10,000. It wasn’t a bad outcome, though she did grieve for those they had lost.
Chapter Twenty-seven: Two to Go
Rose had two weeks left in her pregnancy when they left Kranamar. They left with the knowledge that the damaged women were not all sterile. Ten percent of them would be able to bear more children. Although not the best news, it was still so much more than anyone had hoped for. Of the babies who had suffered the consequences of Harrington Conrad’s actions, sixteen had died out of just over 10,000. It wasn’t a bad outcome, though she did grieve for those they had lost.
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Chapter Forty-nine: Sancutary
I have been in worse positions than cowering behind a desk with a gun and a man willing to defend me with his life and I have come through them all. Yet this time something feels extraordinarily different. This time I feel like I might really die. The screams below me in the hub are wrenching and I can smell the iron of blood and the sulfur of gunfire and the strange astringent smell coming from the EMP bombs as they detonate against the cybermen's casing.
And then the desk we are hiding behind is lifted by a cyberman and tossed over the railing. Owen leans forward so that he is blocking me from view. He raises his weapon and fires but not before the cyberman gets off a shot. The laser goes through his shoulder and out, singeing across my head. I smell the burnt hair before I feel the pain.
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Chapter Forty-nine: Sancutary
I have been in worse positions than cowering behind a desk with a gun and a man willing to defend me with his life and I have come through them all. Yet this time something feels extraordinarily different. This time I feel like I might really die. The screams below me in the hub are wrenching and I can smell the iron of blood and the sulfur of gunfire and the strange astringent smell coming from the EMP bombs as they detonate against the cybermen's casing.
And then the desk we are hiding behind is lifted by a cyberman and tossed over the railing. Owen leans forward so that he is blocking me from view. He raises his weapon and fires but not before the cyberman gets off a shot. The laser goes through his shoulder and out, singeing across my head. I smell the burnt hair before I feel the pain.