Whispers in the night...

Posted on Fri Jun 4th, 2010 @ 8:52pm by Walter Jones & B'Eloria House of Tarrf

310 words; about a 2 minute read

Mission: Session 3: Fear of the Dark

B'Eloria lay on the floor in her quarters, still trying to block out the noises in the hallway. She heard the squealing Targs, and she probably would have laughed at the crew's mishaps with them, if she had not been so annoyed by her inability to fall asleep. Soon she would need to resort to Klingon ritual self-torture. In the past, it had worked on her insomnia. She would go through such pain that her body, exhausted, would simply shut down.

Sadly, she didn't have all the implements she needed on this trip, so she'd have to improvise. She headed towards the replicator, intent on hacking it to let her produce a weapon, when she felt a deep, sharp pain in her stomach. B'Eloria doubled over, holding her midsection. Perhaps she wouldn't need the ritual torture after all.

In her mind's eye she could see a small, glowing light, and a cloudy mist fell over her vision. She felt herself slipping into a place she never wanted to be, and denied even existed within herself. Her inner walls crumbling, she backed into a corner, seeing the light materialize into a picture: a tiny, glittering jewel - and a voice speaking inside her mind.

"Betazoid. You have taken the jewel."

She shook her head. "I have done no such thing. You violate my mind!"

"The jewel exists near you. We can see it. The Prophets will punish you for this misconduct."

The pain in her abdomen doubled, and her head began to pound. B'Eloria cried out and retched all over the floor. "I can't help you!" Whereas moments ago she would have welcomed pain, now, coming from this unseen source, she wished fervently for it to cease. There was a flash of bright light, and B'Eloria felt liquid seeping from between her ears. It wasn't much longer before she fell unconscious.

 

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