Title: Over
Disclaimer: I do not own Primeval.
A/N: Next in the
Kept drabble verse. Contrary to the title, there’s still a few more or so to go. Also I’m sorry the prompt is so poorly integrated.
Summary: Stephen had won.
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Then it was over.
Helen was unmoving on the ground, face coated with blood from the wound where Stephen had caught her with the gun.
The anomaly was open in front him, sparkling and rotating, calling him home.
It was over.
Stephen had won.
The realisation was sudden, the surge of adrenaline making him lightheaded with giddiness. He almost laughed stupidly -- it was a jungle out there, and he'd tamed it -- and now victory was his.
Head spinning, he staggered forward, skirting around Helen and almost jumping into the glittering abyss.
Because this time, it was truly over.