I hate these Razor Trains. You see
them gliding about the world all the time, and my stomach turns when I think
about what’s inside them.
Now I’m standing face-to-face with
the contents. Stalkers. Gordon and I have just contained the Citadel’s core and
are using this train to get the hell away from it. But it’s full of Stalker
pods. Those poor creatures, former humans. The thought is too much.
And then we crashed. De-railed, we
tumbled over and over in the darkness. I came to rest underneath an upturned
Stalker pod with its occupant snapping and screeching inches from my face. Fear
washes over me, panic drips from me, my heart beats a heavy pounding in my
chest.
But he’s with me. At my side. He
pulls me from the creature. Saves me from the terror. He holds me as I cry into
his chest, but I realise that my heart hasn’t stopped pounding. It’s beating
faster, but so much less painfully.
It’s warm. It’s love. He doesn’t
even need to say a word, just hold me. His eyes, those burning green eyes,
staring deeply into mine. If we weren’t underground and heading through the
hell-choked tunnels I’d have kissed him.
The moment love blossoms. Mutual
care. He doesn’t need to speak. I know he will never do anything but be there.
Next to me.
Gordon and Alyx, together to the
bitter end. Be still my beating heart, except when he holds me again. I hope it
happens soon.
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