[from here]Here was where he'd gathered Spock and McCoy last night. Both sides of the wide hallway stretched out before him into darkness, but Kirk could make out the backs of a few others advancing through, and the sound of footsteps of many more. He clicked his flashlight off, and idly swung his aluminium bat in a slow circle as he settled in to wait. He wasn't worried about getting attacked here - or at least, he wasn't worried about being surprised by one. It was early enough that traffic through these halls was steady, with enough weaving light beams providing illumination that Kirk could afford the comfort of making himself less of a target. His captain's shirt made him easy enough to find in the dark without him swinging around a flashlight too
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Neither of them delayed when it came to moving. Kirk saw the girl sail away from them, a blur of light clinging to its prize, and turned before he heard the sound of his bat clanging against the floor. He didn't expect this to win them much more than a couple seconds' headstart, but at least that put Bones ahead of him if things got ugly.
He glanced back over his shoulder in time to see "ugly" take the form of the girl-cloud beelining straight for him. He needn't have bothered to look back - there was no missing the mini-tornado of wind and light which spun around him now, almost playful if not for its intensity. Kirk's arm swung out as if he could hit the thing with his flashlight, but he might as well have tried fighting air. He opened his mouth to order Bones to keep going, but nothing came out but a soundless cough. It was like the words had been stolen from his lips, along with few healthy breaths.
It was the slap of someone's hand clamping around his wrist which shook Kirk enough to remember himself. Bones, he thought,
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He glanced back over his shoulder in time to see "ugly" take the form of the girl-cloud beelining straight for him. He needn't have bothered to look back - there was no missing the mini-tornado of wind and light which spun around him now, almost playful if not for its intensity. Kirk's arm swung out as if he could hit the thing with his flashlight, but he might as well have tried fighting air. He opened his mouth to order Bones to keep going, but nothing came out but a soundless cough. It was like the words had been stolen from his lips, along with few healthy breaths.
It was the slap of someone's hand clamping around his wrist which shook Kirk enough to remember himself. Bones, he thought, ( ... )
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