Personal Backlog - LtCmdr Tristan Neyes PhD, TSC Staff - "'Cause We Both Know How This Ends."

Posted on Wed Aug 20th, 2014 @ 5:10am by Commander Tristan Neyes PhD.

1,093 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: In the Dark
Location: Trill

=/\= Two days after arriving on Trill =/\=

A dark pressure pressed down on him as he fell through what felt like complete nothingness. No air kissed his skin, no cold, no hot. No sound rushed passed his ears, but the sensation was there all the same. His gut turned over in knots, and the blood rushed from his ear to his feet. Head over heels, literally, control was something he desperately wanted... no. He needed control, and a panic was beginning to creep up inside him as he continued to tumble without it.

There was no control, and he was in a free-fall.

Faster and faster, Neyes knew he was moving, but had no frame of reference for where or how. He tried to scream out, but like a nightmare the sounds just never left his lips. Even without seeing, he could sense the darkness closing in on him. Darker than anything he'd known could ever exist, it seeped into view like a fog. It clung to the edges of his periphery, and ducked out of sight at his attention. Neyes screamed out again, sheer terror enveloping him. There was nowhere to go.

He felt powerless.

As soon as the wet surface of water crashed around him, he heard a clipped shrill of his cries before being swallowed up. As if he'd fallen into a rushing torrent of water, his sensation of falling was immediately replaced with a desperate desire to force his way to the surface. His arms and legs lashed out wildly, and he swallowed hard.

It burned his throat, and the fire scorched his insides all the way down.

His eyes snapped open and the world was suddenly bright, a blurry mess invaded his sight. He could see what he recognized as a ceiling, but didn't know what else. A brilliant light threatened to blind him and his hands reacted to cover his face, but they didn't move. He inhaled another fiery sharp breath, his eyes snapping to his wrists only to see restraints. Sweat trickled down his brow and over his eyelid. Then the cold sensation of air against his skin sent a shock up his spine.

It was so cold.

He coughed in fury, an alarmingly urgent alarm screamed in his head. His eyes darted from side to side as two figures moved toward him from above. Their silhouettes were dark in front of the light.

“Where is she.” Neyes asked, command flooding into his hoarse voice.

The silhouettes said something in response, but the voices were harsh and distant. He recoiled at the sound of them and even more panic surged into his mind. His wrists pressed against their restraints as he pushed himself forward and up off the slab he had been laid down on. The rest of the room was too dark and skewed to make out, so he focused on one of the figures.

“What have you done with her!” He screamed. “Where is Rochelle?! Let me go!”

Nothing familiar came from the voices in response. Their increasingly worrying tones only assisted the dark urge to escape in his mind. He didn't know why, but he had to get out. It was so cold...

Neyes' cried out in absolute fury, his arms tensed as his deftly flexed and twisted his whole body. In one solid movement both restraints failed to hold him, and he spun around off the edge of the slab-like table. The floor rose to meet him and with striking reflexes he landed on both hands.

One of the figures turned to run away, and his leg instinctively swept wide and low, tripping them before they moved too far. A deep, predatory thirst to suppress them and control his captors overwhelmed him, and he quickly swung the leg over. With the same motion he was one his feet, spinning and striking the taller figure in the throat with the blade of his hand. It collapsed before him with just that single strike. Both the figures appeared just a little brighter to him, and his eyes strained against the light. The image of the room swayed and doubled over on itself, and Neyes blinked in an effort to steady it.

He had to escape. All he felt was the cold. She was out there.

Moving slowly, stumbling from light to light, he felt around in front of him. A scream of his name echoed somewhere else, but still rung in his mind just the same.

“Landon!” He could still hear her scream. The snow falling all around them.

A face appeared before him, and its mangled form snapped at him.

Neyes nearly lost his footing and he cried out, stumbling backward. The surprise threw him back into something like a metal shelf. Things clattered to the floor and he pushed off it to regain his sense of measure. The new face came at his with something, a weapon? No it was too small. He deflected it anyway with a quick push of his hand.

“Get away!” Neyes cried, tears welling up under his eyes, “what have you done with her!?” His hoarse voice screamed.

“Tristan!” He heard someone shout.

He felt something light up inside him. He remembered that name? Who was it...

The hypo-spray hiss of medication pressed against the back of his neck. One of them had managed to reach him in his surprise. Now the world slowly began to recede again.

“It's alright Commander Neyes. It'll all make more sense after some rest.”

More words he understood. Who were they?

He tried to resist, but the hypo-spray sapped his strength, and his limbs refused to comply. “Where is she... What have you bastards done to her...” His eyes felt heavy.

The voices were quieter now, hushed even. “That isn't you, Tristan. You're remembering Landon. You aren't Landon.”

Neyes' eyes closed quickly as he blocked out the words. How could be not be who he remembered? Of course he was that man. He remembered.

Did he? … Before shaking it, he fell back asleep, and the darkness took hold of him once again.

He struggled for a moment longer, refusing to allow the hypo to sedate him, but ultimately failing. The medical staff put him back up on the bio-bed, and moved to treat the injured nurse and doctor who'd been unfortunate victim to his awakening. They put him back in restraints, and increased his sedative dose.

“Give him another day or so.” One of them said.

=/\= END LOG =/\=

Lt. Commander Tristan Neyes
Chief Counselor
USS VINDICATOR

Trill Symbiosis Commission Staff
(apb Landon)

 

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