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Hours crawled by, Van sat next to the sedated form of Arah.
Clinic left the ship on auto and sat next to him leaving him in the silence he craved but offering as much support As they could.
"I'm going to have to kill her." He whispered finally, "I suppose the kinder thing is to do it now, while she's tranqed." He laughed darkly "Hell it's the safer thing, if she wakes up, she'll just fight me off or talk me down."
He rested his fire head against her limp arm. "They wouldn't have figured it out if it wasn't for me. Damn it." he punched the floor.
"There is away." The professor uttered from the other side of the ship. "To use their device against them."
He handed a syringe to Van. Bigger than normal, the needle was long and thick.
"It's a fast acting concoction, but like an adrenalin shot has to be administered to the heart changing her cellular structure. Give her that, turn on the device and we see the end of the Daega."
"Changes it to do what?" He asked the old man, the worry between his wrinkles alerting Van to stories untold.
"Pull it self apart."

They entered the large stone building. A lab half a century old, a platform in the centre a large scanning device surrounding it. The science was all well beyond Van, but it was never his job to understand it.
The old man went with Clinic to the control panel and started the machine up. It clanked and groaned as gears started turning and electricity started sparking.
Van helped Arah carefully up and walked with her over to the middle of the pillars to a pedestal. It stood about a foot of the ground she leaned heavily on him, the tranquilliser taking its time to wear off. She was groggy, unaware of her surroundings.
"Van?" She croaked.
He looked at the ceiling, he had hoped she wouldn't have woken up, it could have been just one long sleep.
"Van what's going on?" There was a waver to her voice, a fear that he had only heard a few times. He turned to face her, hugging her as he propped her up.
Crashing and thumping could be heard faintly through the halls, “Sounds like we have guests” Clinic yelled Van took no notice. He was focus on Arah.
“Arah I have to tell you something.”
"Arah, we have a shot at ending this, killing the Daega but" his sentace trailed off.
She laughed quietly "but you don't want to kill me. Some hunter you are."
He laughed with her pushing her hair back off her face.
“Arah what ever happens…”
The building shook a crash alerted them to doors shattering as enemies forced their way through, to them.
She scoffed listening to their impending doom "Don't be romantic, just kill me." She touched his cheek "I know the rest."
He slammed the syringe into her chest with all the might he could muster. She gasped too stunned to scream.
The first sign it was working was her hair. The tendrils dropping to the ground melting from her head. Her skin became pale the grey tinge coming out out of it as it turned paper white, colour was being sucked out of her as her life ebbed away.
"Out of the way, Van." Clinic yelled as they went for the switch to start the scan. The machine wired into action as he left the podium the only noise deafening the sound of the scanner was the explosions of the door.
Electricity pumped through the pillars. Her eyes snapped open. Her body lifted of the ground, surging with power. She began to glow a bright white, and then all at once the light became so brilliant that it was like a thousand suns and a beam shot out from the centre of the room and into space then fell about the room. Daega started falling like flies.
The Master shrieked watching his plan crumble to ash, as the same degeneration was forced through the genetic structure of every soldier he had. Van. Turned just fast enough to see the dark clad man come at him with one of his dead soldiers weapons. Faster than the young man throughout possible the blade sliced at up, forcing him back, cutting his arms as he tried to block each attack.
The light had stopped the room began to darken, Van tripped on the podium and fell back as the Master raised his blade and plunged it into his chest.
Arah's eyes opened to the scream, to the sound of Van's voice gurgling in his throat next to her.
She wrapped him in her arms, forgetting the Mater standing above them. Her own pain extreme, stomach in knots, joints on fire things she had never felt. Feebly she pulled him away from his attacker, trailing blood on the floor.
"You need to eat." Van managed to croak "you'll stop the process if you eat." He managed a small chuckle "You always said I was your emergency meal. Should have believed you."
The master crouched down "Go on little Arah, my little beast. I can start again if you live, do what comes naturally." He egged her on a slimy smile sliding onto his face.
"That was the difference between you an Abel, your willingness to kill. And that is the key to life that your little Lilly could never give into. You strive through death." He stood "so eat the boy."
Arah swallowed. Her hands covered in his blood, the hunger rising. She lay his head down and haled her self up to standing on uncooperative legs. Stepping tentatively over his body approaching the master.
"What is this?" He asked shocked at her defiance.
She trudged forward each foot weighing as much as a cinderblock as she dragged one in front of the other.
With a swift backhand he returned her to the ground.
"Wither and die if you don't want to life, but don't make it harder."
With out words or whimpers she rose again, as if an unseen force pulled her shoulders, possessed her body so she couldn't lie down. Each time he struck her back to the floor, she rose again. Each time she stalked him slowly while his fury grew. Finally enraged he lunged forward with his weapon, the blade sliding through her skin like scissors through silk, burying its self deep In her gut.
She gasped, the sharp intake of breath the only noise she had made, there was not stumble no falter, she took the hand on the hilt and held it in place. A demons strength took her and with her free hand she hooked curled fingers under his chest plate tearing it from him with a sickening crack. Her hand left his as both hands joined the task of tearing into his armour like one would crack the shell of a crab to get to the meet inside. Her lips drew back, dry and cracked the cleared her teeth, and the realisation of what this wounded beast was going to do hit. He screamed as he toppled back her on top of him, his protests turning to gargling squeaks.
Van watched barely holding on, curtain he had seen this all before on afar off world when he was young. Her flesh turned from white to pink to red as she fed, and slowly back to grey.
Sliding slowly from her belly the knife the Master had lodged there she tossed it to one side. Arah stood over the Maker. He still lived, feebly he attempted to pull himself along scrabble away. She grabbed him by a foot and dragged him back to Van while she licked her fingertips.
Squatting down in front of him, she lay a hand down on the Master a he couldn't slide away and looked at Van.
"You have my curse. You have the hunger." She told him softly "If you choose to eat. You choose to live."

Clinic silently observed the ritual, like a cat teaching a kitten to kill Arah over Saw Van's fist meal. When they had done, and the Master had struggled his last she took his hand and left the facility.
The young scientist bolted at the first chance, not wishing to disturb the hero's. Finding the professor to babble the happenings to.
Stephen Gwen was quiet for a while, chewing his inner lip as he mulled over many things.
"For years we tried to make another monster like her. We should have left it to her all along."

Description
Hours crawled by, Van sat next to the sedated form of Arah.
Clinic left the ship on auto and sat next to him leaving him in the silence he craved but offering as much support As they could.
"I'm going to have to kill her." He whispered finally, "I suppose the kinder thing is to do it now, while she's tranqed." He laughed darkly "Hell it's the safer thing, if she wakes up, she'll just fight me off or talk me down."
He rested his fire head against her limp arm. "They wouldn't have figured it out if it wasn't for me. Damn it." he punched the floor.
"There is away." The professor uttered from the other side of the ship. "To use their device against them."
He handed a syringe to Van. Bigger than normal, the needle was long and thick.
"It's a fast acting concoction, but like an adrenalin shot has to be administered to the heart changing her cellular structure. Give her that, turn on the device and we see the end of the Daega."
"Changes it to do what?" He asked the old man, the worry between his wrinkles alerting Van to stories untold.
"Pull it self apart."

They entered the large stone building. A lab half a century old, a platform in the centre a large scanning device surrounding it. The science was all well beyond Van, but it was never his job to understand it.
The old man went with Clinic to the control panel and started the machine up. It clanked and groaned as gears started turning and electricity started sparking.
Van helped Arah carefully up and walked with her over to the middle of the pillars to a pedestal. It stood about a foot of the ground she leaned heavily on him, the tranquilliser taking its time to wear off. She was groggy, unaware of her surroundings.
"Van?" She croaked.
He looked at the ceiling, he had hoped she wouldn't have woken up, it could have been just one long sleep.
"Van what's going on?" There was a waver to her voice, a fear that he had only heard a few times. He turned to face her, hugging her as he propped her up.
Crashing and thumping could be heard faintly through the halls, “Sounds like we have guests” Clinic yelled Van took no notice. He was focus on Arah.
“Arah I have to tell you something.”
"Arah, we have a shot at ending this, killing the Daega but" his sentace trailed off.
She laughed quietly "but you don't want to kill me. Some hunter you are."
He laughed with her pushing her hair back off her face.
“Arah what ever happens…”
The building shook a crash alerted them to doors shattering as enemies forced their way through, to them.
She scoffed listening to their impending doom "Don't be romantic, just kill me." She touched his cheek "I know the rest."
He slammed the syringe into her chest with all the might he could muster. She gasped too stunned to scream.
The first sign it was working was her hair. The tendrils dropping to the ground melting from her head. Her skin became pale the grey tinge coming out out of it as it turned paper white, colour was being sucked out of her as her life ebbed away.
"Out of the way, Van." Clinic yelled as they went for the switch to start the scan. The machine wired into action as he left the podium the only noise deafening the sound of the scanner was the explosions of the door.
Electricity pumped through the pillars. Her eyes snapped open. Her body lifted of the ground, surging with power. She began to glow a bright white, and then all at once the light became so brilliant that it was like a thousand suns and a beam shot out from the centre of the room and into space then fell about the room. Daega started falling like flies.
The Master shrieked watching his plan crumble to ash, as the same degeneration was forced through the genetic structure of every soldier he had. Van. Turned just fast enough to see the dark clad man come at him with one of his dead soldiers weapons. Faster than the young man throughout possible the blade sliced at up, forcing him back, cutting his arms as he tried to block each attack.
The light had stopped the room began to darken, Van tripped on the podium and fell back as the Master raised his blade and plunged it into his chest.
Arah's eyes opened to the scream, to the sound of Van's voice gurgling in his throat next to her.
She wrapped him in her arms, forgetting the Mater standing above them. Her own pain extreme, stomach in knots, joints on fire things she had never felt. Feebly she pulled him away from his attacker, trailing blood on the floor.
"You need to eat." Van managed to croak "you'll stop the process if you eat." He managed a small chuckle "You always said I was your emergency meal. Should have believed you."
The master crouched down "Go on little Arah, my little beast. I can start again if you live, do what comes naturally." He egged her on a slimy smile sliding onto his face.
"That was the difference between you an Abel, your willingness to kill. And that is the key to life that your little Lilly could never give into. You strive through death." He stood "so eat the boy."
Arah swallowed. Her hands covered in his blood, the hunger rising. She lay his head down and haled her self up to standing on uncooperative legs. Stepping tentatively over his body approaching the master.
"What is this?" He asked shocked at her defiance.
She trudged forward each foot weighing as much as a cinderblock as she dragged one in front of the other.
With a swift backhand he returned her to the ground.
"Wither and die if you don't want to life, but don't make it harder."
With out words or whimpers she rose again, as if an unseen force pulled her shoulders, possessed her body so she couldn't lie down. Each time he struck her back to the floor, she rose again. Each time she stalked him slowly while his fury grew. Finally enraged he lunged forward with his weapon, the blade sliding through her skin like scissors through silk, burying its self deep In her gut.
She gasped, the sharp intake of breath the only noise she had made, there was not stumble no falter, she took the hand on the hilt and held it in place. A demons strength took her and with her free hand she hooked curled fingers under his chest plate tearing it from him with a sickening crack. Her hand left his as both hands joined the task of tearing into his armour like one would crack the shell of a crab to get to the meet inside. Her lips drew back, dry and cracked the cleared her teeth, and the realisation of what this wounded beast was going to do hit. He screamed as he toppled back her on top of him, his protests turning to gargling squeaks.
Van watched barely holding on, curtain he had seen this all before on afar off world when he was young. Her flesh turned from white to pink to red as she fed, and slowly back to grey.
Sliding slowly from her belly the knife the Master had lodged there she tossed it to one side. Arah stood over the Maker. He still lived, feebly he attempted to pull himself along scrabble away. She grabbed him by a foot and dragged him back to Van while she licked her fingertips.
Squatting down in front of him, she lay a hand down on the Master a he couldn't slide away and looked at Van.
"You have my curse. You have the hunger." She told him softly "If you choose to eat. You choose to live."

Clinic silently observed the ritual, like a cat teaching a kitten to kill Arah over Saw Van's fist meal. When they had done, and the Master had struggled his last she took his hand and left the facility.
The young scientist bolted at the first chance, not wishing to disturb the hero's. Finding the professor to babble the happenings to.
Stephen Gwen was quiet for a while, chewing his inner lip as he mulled over many things.
"For years we tried to make another monster like her. We should have left it to her all along."