Melinda Metz - Roswell High 09 by The Dark One

Author:The Dark One
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2012-06-01T18:30:56+00:00

EIGHT

Trevor’s stomach convulsed as he broke the connection with DuPris. He pulled in a deep breath and blew it out hard, trying to get his revulsion under control. Necessary sacrifices, he told himself. Necessary. Sacrifices. He took another breath, blew it out, then realized DuPris was staring at him with a mix of amusement and condescension.

“My human body still has responses that are difficult to control,” Trevor muttered. At least the responses to images of torture and destruction are tough, he thought.

“They are an extremely sensitive race,” DuPris commented. “In an episode of Laverne and Shirley, Laverne actually stopped speaking to Shirley just because she thought Shirley was too friendly to her boyfriend.”

“Uh, I didn’t see that one,” Trevor answered.

“I have it on tape,” DuPris answered. He picked the purple-green Stone of Midnight off the coffee table and cradled it in his hand. “It’s going to reach full strength even earlier than I hoped. Two more charging sessions and we should be there.”

Two more. You can deal with two more, Trevor told himself. He rubbed his sweaty palms on the sides of his jeans, hoping DuPris wouldn’t notice. There were dozens of members of the Kindred—no, more than that, hundreds—who had desperately wanted to join DuPris on Earth and work side by side with the rebel leader. Trevor had been chosen because of his relationship with Michael, but he was determined to prove that he would have been the best-possible choice under any circumstances. It was his destiny to destroy the consciousness, to finish the crusade that had been so important to his parents, the crusade they had given their lives for.

“I want to get some more work done on the ship today.” DuPris began to teleport before Trevor had a chance to respond, clearly assuming that he would follow.

Trevor concentrated on the deserted warehouse they were using for a hangar and allowed his molecules to loosen and then disperse. He welcomed the blackness that overcame him as his brain scattered.

When his body re-formed, DuPris had already begun repairing one of the bashed-in sections of the ship. Trevor chose a deep crater at the opposite end of the craft to work on. He still didn’t feel that comfortable around DuPris. With every move Trevor made, every word he spoke, he felt that he was being judged by the leader, judged and found to be somehow lacking.

At least he’d managed not to puke after their connections. It wasn’t much to be proud of. But it was something.

Trevor rested his hands on the crater and focused on moving the molecules back into the correct positions. The metal of the ship was usually extremely adaptable, able to shift from solid to near liquid with minimal energy use, allowing for both strength and flexibility. But the molecules of the metal had been coded with a block that made manipulating them almost impossible for any being not connected to the consciousness.

Trevor strained to push all extraneous thoughts out of his head. Thoughts of Michael. Of his parents.

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