Page 83 of Nixx
Worried, I call Eva in urgently as a second light on the Sarc-11 glows red.
“Look, Eva, that red light wasn't there before, I'm sure of it.”
I try to keep a calm tone, but inside I'm completely panicking.
“It's normal Nixx, don't worry. The sarcophagus works with the energy of the sun. This one has stopped its work for the night. It will resume its cycle tomorrow when it has sufficiently recharged its batteries.”
That doesn't make me feel any better. That damn box isn't going to fix Sarah all night long? Eva must understand my growing anxiety, because she reassures me again.
“Nixx, Sarah has been in there for several hours now. This is a very good sign. If the worst was going to happen, it would have happened by now. I'm pretty sure she's out of danger now. You should get some sleep.”
“I thank you for your explanations. I'm going to lie down here. There's no way I'm going to leave Sarah unattended, with the other insane traitor in the wild and a room with direct access to the outside.
Eva nods and leaves the room. I stand up, place both hands on the lid of the sarcophagus and say aloud and mentally to her:
“Kitten, I'm here. Come back to me. Don't leave me.”
Then I bend down and place a vain kiss on the sarcophagus that holds the love of my life.
The noise makes me turn around. It is Eva who drags a mattress and puts it on the ground without a word before going back to bed.
***
The night was long. I woke up several times to check that the sarcophagus had not changed color. At dawn, I am on the lookout for the green light that would indicate the resumption of the repair process.
“Nixx, we got him. He was coming to pick up weapons.”
“I'll be right there. Don't do anything to him.”
With a leap, I jump out of the room and immediately rise into the air to reach the weapons room at the entrance to the Complex. When I arrive, Lokk and other warriors are holding this stinking son of a vork.
When I land in front of him, his hateful gaze glares at me and he spits:
“The great Nixx himself. What a pity my poison did not kill you. But I rejoice to know that finally your death is near and even more to know that it will be caused by the loss of the abomination with which you dared to unite.”
“My companion is alive and will remain so by the grace of the Winds. However, you will give me an account of the wounds you have inflicted on her. Immediately.”
Kryll blushes and prepares himself for the inevitable fight. Without wasting a second, I throw myself on him and we hit the ground with a thud.
Kryll disengages, straightens up and knots his hands, bringing them down on me in the way of a powerful blow of a club. Carried away by his impetus, he moves slightly to the side. I take advantage of this and hit him with a spinning kick to the head, followed by a lightning cuff to the stomach. Kryll staggers.
I follow up with an uppercut that throws his head back. I then swing my fist with all my strength on his shoulder which emits a sickening crack. I finally lock my hand around his neck and hammer his ribs with my fist, as he did it himself to my companion.
Silent and implacable, I feel no pity for this individual who has put so many people in danger. An agonizing pain now radiates from his face and his mouth opens in a silent scream. I see life leave him with each additional blow I inflict on him.
I suddenly slow down and lean toward him and whisper in his ear:
“The last mistake you made was to take it out on her.”
And I draw the dagger hanging from my belt and without hesitation, I plunge it into his heart. His body collapses at my feet. No more noise disturbs the silence.
I wipe my blade on my tunic and turn away from the lifeless body lying at my feet.
“Nixx, we're going to get that stinking body off the training ground. Go back to your partner. I'll take care of the rest.”
I nod and go back into the Complex.
I go through the showers first. I can't decently go back to her, stained with the blood of her torturer. I take a long shower which relaxes not only my muscles numbed by several difficult nights, but also my mind.
