Doctor Who - Bernice Summerfield - 13 - Dry Pilgrimage by Paul Leonard & Nick Walters

Author:Paul Leonard & Nick Walters [Leonard, Paul & Walters, Nick]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, General, Science Fiction, Juvenile Fiction
ISBN: 9780426205258
Google: EqE3YgEACAAJ
Amazon: 0426205251
Publisher: Virgin Publishing
Published: 1998-01-02T08:00:00+00:00

The bioconstruct staggered forwards, its hands reaching out

to Bernice. Its whole body was jerking.

It spoke, clearly and calmly. ‗The voice in my head wants

me to kill you.‘ The words sounded as if they were coming

from far. far away. Probably from beneath layers and layers

of military programming.

Fighting down a wave of anger and revulsion, Bernice

stepped back from the bioconstruct. Now it was just standing

there, its blank face shining in the light, its glassy black eyes

following her every movement.

‗Theo,‘ said Bernice. ‗You‘ve got to tell me how you

ended up like this. Who did this to you? I want to help you.‘

She wants to help you! Pathetic.

I want her to help - someone help -

Enough of this shit. Kill her. Kill kill kill.

No.

I don’t care how. Get rid of her! Bernice must be destroyed!

No - please - don’t make me –

Destroy her!

No!

Destroy!

The gloved fist missed Bernice‘s face by inches.

‗Oh shit, not again,‘ she cried as she staggered backwards,

slipping on the cold floor.

Her back slammed into the edge of the metal console, pain

slicing down her leg. She twisted awkwardly, trying to force

the pain out of her body, trying to concentrate, because that

was the only way she was going to stay alive.

The bioconstruct grabbed her by the shoulders. Its grip

was vicelike, and Bernice grimaced as she felt her bones

grind together.

Then its hands moved to her neck.

It was going to strangle her, as it had strangled Maeve.

Its face blank, it lifted her bodily from the floor.

Bernice bit her tongue, the steel taste of blood flooding her

mouth. She let out a gurgling scream, and kicked as hard as

she could with her good leg.

No use. It was like kicking a wall.

Then, the bioconstruct gave an abrupt shout, its head

twisted to one side and Bernice was flung to the floor.

She landed on her front, palms flat against the cold metal.

She rubbed her throat, the coldness seeming to numb the

pain.

She could hear the bioconstruct making guttural sounds,

as if it were trying to speak.

She scrambled onto her back, looking up at her attacker.

The bioconstruct stood above her, its face expressionless

once more, twitching occasionally as though pulled by

invisible wires.

Bernice scrabbled for purchase on the cold floor.

All at once, the bioconstruct straightened up and lifted its

leg.

Bernice gasped as she felt a heavy object pressing on her

chest.

She looked down.

Its foot was on her ribcage. Shit, he was only resting his

left foot on her, leaning back on his right. All he had to do

was shift his centre of gravity and she‘d be crushed like an

insect. Her ribcage would shatter and her internal organs

would burst.

‗Theo,‖ shouted Bernice. ‗Listen to me. You don‘t want to

do this. You don‘t want to -‘ she gasped as his foot pressed

down - God, she could feel her ribcage bending ‗- kill me.‘

Both its hands were clutching its head, its face twisting

and jerking, gaping mouth dribbling strings of saliva onto its

breastplate.

‗Donimo,‘ she croaked, twisting round, but he was

unconscious. Or dead. One blow to the head is all it can take

to kill. She couldn‘t see the captain, but there was no sign of

movement.

The pressure increased a bit more.

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