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Enemy
by Seven
Disclaimer:
Earth: Final Conflict and its characters are
copyrighted by Tribune Entertainment Company. All rights reserved.
Notes from Author: Sequel to
"Mortality". First-person story from Liam's
point of view.
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Zo'or lost consciousness not long ago. He shimmers white and gasps every
few minutes, and I can't do a thing to help him. I wish I could.
It's odd... I seem to be more scared by the thought of him dying than he is. He was just talking, looking off into the distance with a little smile. I felt sorry for him.
I don't want him to die.
I'm not certain why. I know he's my enemy, but like this... somehow he seems more like a real person. It makes me wonder what Zo'or is like under the shell—even though he told me that he'd leave me to die. I suppose it's fortunate I wasn't the one bleeding to death.
He shivers a little, and I lean over to make sure he's not getting worse. He's trembling as I sit back down, and I know his pain is getting worse.
A cool breeze wafts through the room. The huge red sun is sinking slowly. I wondered briefly if Taelons felt the cold, indecisive as to whether to pull a blanket over him. I decided against it, since he would indoubtedly let me know if he were cold.
A little plume of blue-white energy seeped under the shuttle fragment. I quickly pressed it back to Zo'or's torso, then tightened the mesh bandage around it. He stiffened a little, but didn't awaken. His eyelids fluttered and he mumbled something under his breath.
I need to get him out of here. He's slipping away, little by little. I only hope that I can convince someone in this place to help me. Otherwise, Zo'or is going to die.
