The Prison Doctor McCoy felt bad walking the halls in warm clothes and shoes. On the upper levels where visiting dignitaries could see political prisoners kept in relative comfort, things were clean and dry. Down below ground, where the only light came from the air shaft between the two buildings, the smooth floors and painted walls gave way to pitted floors, metal grates and bars. The men were packed six to a cell, meaning four slept on bunks while the other two shared a thin rubber mat on the damp floor. Most prisoners wore clothes good enough to be considered rags. None wore shoes. If the cell doors were opened, a few of the most desperate might jump him for the boots, but most respected what his dark blue doctor’s robes represented: the last chance of the despairing.The Prison Doctor by Haunted-Mind
Everyday, he walked the hall on each level from one stairwell to the other, descending the 30 levels in a giant zig-zag. Just once he wanted to hear a voice asking him for help. Though he saw obvi
Living Criminal: An EXCLUSIVE P.O.V. Time WarpLiving Criminal: An EXCLUSIVE P.O.V. Time Warp by DracosRoseAlly22
The desert sky burned and smouldered with the last dying rays of the endless day's fire. Night, attempting to smother the sun's merciless flame had succeeded, yet even still it was the hottest, most unbearable night I could ever remember. Humid, stifling, it made even breathing a difficult task, and sleep laughingly impossible. I laid there in my cot, on my side, in sticky, sweaty, miserable silence, aching for the coldness of space, and the Vengeance, herself, with her climate controlled quarters that I now realized I had taken entirely for granted. Sighing, I wiped the beaded sweat from my forehead, and realized, frustratingly, that my legs kept sticking together too because of all the perspiration. Yeah, I know..... gross. Defeated, and exhausted I rolled onto my back, staring up at the white fabric of the tent, and hastily kicked the unused blankets off the foot of the cot at last.
We had been on the ground for five days. The double hit mission was only supposed to have taken three
The Vulcan Soul - Chapter 2Hot air burned familiarly in his lungs and the sun scorched his skin. The lirpa rested lightly in his hand. He knew this dance well, it was in his blood, and the usurper who had dared challenge him would be destroyed.The Vulcan Soul - Chapter 2 by Kornmod
The challenger had more skill than he had expected and evaded his every blow, then forced him to the ground using his full weight.
At the sudden contact his mind realised with a start who he was fighting. Why was his Chosen fighting him? Did he not feel the call?
He felt himself being pressed further into the burning sand.
Perhaps his Chosen was fighting to see if he was a worthy mate, that he had the proper strength and skill.
He broke the blade of the lirpa easily and tossed it aside, thus dislodging his Chosen. Seizing his own, he lashed out against his Chosen in play. He would prove that he was indeed worthy; he would bring his Chosen to heel.
His Chosen was proving skilled in surviving indeed, but then he was not a worthy