The Lightbreakers of Orpheus [18]
A serialised Sci-fi novelette. Flash fiction chapters.
Previously [17]
[18]
“I did my part, now it’s your turn,” said Doc Benton, standing next to Derek at the glass wall of the Vulture’s operation room. Sophie was unrecognizable beneath all the wires of the machines keeping her alive.
Derek turned toward him; the Doc was fresh out the shower, he looked exhausted, but it was Derek who appeared to have aged a thousand years in a couple of hours.
“You look like shit,” Doc Benton said.
“I’ll do anything to get Anouk back. If Vulture’s engine was operating I would’ve already…”
“What?! Chased after a fully armed unit of Lightbreakers?!” Doc nearly laughed.
Derek gritted his teeth.
“No, Derek. We do it my way. I suggest you get to fixing the biomechanics, and do it quick. I’ll install them as soon as you’re done. We’ll sent Mark to get your girl, and do as much damage to the Rebel forces as he can.”
“I agree. If they took Anouk alive, they need her to stay alive. We have time. I don’t know how much. Please, Derek…” Mark had come up to them.
Derek nodded.
***
Anouk lost her voice screaming, before they shoved her into the casket.
She heard the heavy steps, gunshots. She barricaded in her cabin but they broke in like it was nothing. Black mechanical suits, hands of steel grabbing her. No chance to escape. The Lightbreakers carried her through the storm, her eyes and mouth full of sand, shoved her into a casket, much like the cryo containers the Gravediggers used for transporting the corpses. But this one was filled with some kind of a gas, which put Anouk to sleep within seconds.
She woke from bright light torturing her eyes.
“Perfect,” a cold voice said.
The casket was opened, but her arms and feet were too limp to move.
Everything was white; she was brought to a hospital, or a lab, Anouk couldn’t tell. People in white suits took her vitals. But the man checking out her eyes was a frightening hodgepodge of tech and human flesh. She would’ve screamed if she could. All that came out her mouth was a feeble moan.
“I am glad you survived. There was a time I wished you were never born. You and your mother should’ve died, like I planned. Nevertheless, I’m glad you’re here alive. I have my private organ donor now,” the biological side of Supreme Leader Jerome’s gruesome face grinned, while Anouk managed to let out a vague scream, looking into her father’s blue eye, identical to hers.