> She felt like she was falling in a pit of quicksand, sinking faster and > faster. Each cry that echoed from her lips resounded off the walls and were > lost. It was her room in her apartment, but it was not. Rianne's cell phone > lay partially shattered under the bed. It continued ringing. Still, the > figure did not move. > > An arm tried to reach out to the phone but stuck in mid air. The arm did not > move from the body. A man's voice cackled in the darkness. Rianne did not > hear him but willed her voice to grow stronger and break free of the bond. > Even her power of telekinesis was useless. She could not move and every > image she saw was of death and despair, her death. Her head was half covered > in blood and parts of the left side of her body were gone. Maggots crawled > on her skin. Rianne shuddered or would have if she could focus on the > images. She sank faster and started to gag as her breathing became shallower > from the quicksand inhaled. > The sudden vision of Ria's bloody rotting corpse hit Derek, shaking him to his very core. Of course, he knew that she couldn't possible be that badly decomposed this quickly, but the picture stuck in his mind and it was a very difficult one to shake off. He had no idea how much time he had left, but she was still alive, at least he thought she probably was. Derek grabbed Nick dragging him towards the control room. He didn't really give a damn at this point, whether or not the younger man was half asleep. He'd be awake now and that was what was important. Time was critical. "She's in trouble we've got to find her NOW." Derek
