Challenge 131
Red Was The Colour of Her Blood
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Characters: Laura, Tory
Rating: MA for themes and death
Wordcount: 175
OK - I may have a little obsession with sad robot girl at the moment thanks to
pocketwitch and
runawaynun
There was so much blood. That hadn't been in her planning. In her mind it was clean, quick and painless. The reality was messy and painful. With Laura's hurt, confused eyes asking her why. And Tory couldn't explain because Laura wouldn't believe. Would die, lonely and in ever increasing agony, until there was nothing.
There would be no Elysian Fields for the President. No life after this death. Nothing but eternal darkness. Tory could never allow that, so she acted and watched as the life force ebbed from the injured woman. Until just the husk remained, leaving Tory staring at the red stain creeping toward her.
Now only one thing remained.
Tory found her way to the airlock, Galactica's personnel being too wrapped up in their own lives to notice one unhappy Aide heading purposefully towards her goal.
Taking a deep breath, she hit the button.
There was excruciating pain.
Then nothing.
Then a silver gray reality that blinded her.
"Welcome home." gentle green eyes met hers and Tory knew her long exile was over.