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| As Rick moved into position Ardeth entered with Gabrielle and they took their positions on either side of Nefret. Ardeth stroked his wife�s belly as Gabrielle continued to dab Nefret�s forehead with a cool cloth. Ever so slowly Evelyn watched as Rick�s hand slowly disappeared into Nefret�s body and winced when Nefret�s fingernails dug into the soft flesh of her palm. There was a moments silence and then there was a scream so heart-wrenching that Evelyn could feel the tears coursing down her cheeks as a result. Rick�s satisfied grunts could be heard from in between Nefret�s legs as he grabbed hold of his purchase. �It�s all going to be over soon, I promise.� Rick said, and Evelyn repeated the words to Nefret in Arabic. Rick could feel his hand finally clasp around the two little ankles as he began to pull ever so slowly. He had learned that pulling too fast could cause one of two things or both. First it could cause extreme internal damage to the mother, and it could suffocate the baby, so slow and easy it was. Nefret�s screams in the background were no help at all, but he could feel the baby�s pulse in its ankle so he knew that everything would be fine in just a few moments. When the feet came out Rick switched his grip to the torso and then pulled until the baby was resting in his arms, screaming, but yet very much alive. One of its arms was broke, but that was to be expected, breech births were extremely dangerous without a doctor present. It was at that moment when the baby had been pulled free that Alex and Kit rushed in from hearing all the noise with the sheets they had torn up, and they were able to wash the baby. The umbilical chord was cut and Ardeth was presented with a beautiful baby girl. But Rick knew that they had to get out. Nefret was still bleeding and the baby�s arm was broken. It was not the happy occasion that all parents wish for. �Asyria.� murmured Nefret. �What?� whispered Evelyn. �Asyria, that�s her name. I give it to her in remembrance of my sister.� With that Nefret passed out. She had lost too much blood, and was in desperate need of some help. Toni~Isis ([email protected]) April 25, 2003 Alan Skarzinski stumbled through the desert. The Black book wasn't that heavy, but it was essential that he had it. Knowing those mad people, they would try and kill him, and he needed the book to aid him in his task. Why had that skinny chap jumped on him earlier? He didn't even know the bugger. But when he found him, he'd be going to meet the guy down stairs first, then the other kid who'd called him a bastard. In his memory, he had a glint of recognition. Wasn't that the kid who's parents he killed? The O'Malleys...Yeah, it was them. The damn kid was going to meet them soon. Muttering to himself, he continued to walk until he felt the strong urge for blood again. He needed to kill...He longed to kill...And he wouldn't be happy until he killed those people who tried to foil his evil plans. ~*~*~*~*~ Everyone was panicking, and that could not be unexpected. Nefret lay there, unconscious, and she was loosing more blood. The baby was in Evelyn's arms and was fine, apart from the broken arm it had received during the breach. "Mum! What's going on?" shouted Alex. "Everything's okay sweetie, just that we need to get some help for Nefret." She looked to her husband. "Rick, what are we going to do? She needs urgent medical attention." "Ardeth is gonna have to take her back to our time. Meanwhile, we're gonna have to do our best to clean her up now." Rick instructed all the men to leave, as he did, whilst Evie and Gabrielle used the bandages the boys had prepared to stop Nefret's bleeding and to make a sling for the baby's arm. As Evie placed a damp cloth on Nefret's forehead, Nefret began to mumble. She was coming to. "Nefret? Nefret are you okay, wake up!" shouted Gabrielle. "Ummm...Asyria...okay...Ardeth-" "They're fine, you need help though. Were is it still hurting?" asked Evelyn in the ancient language. Nefret showed the English woman where it hurt, and spoke. "Where is my Ardeth? My baby! Is she okay?" "Yes, they are all fine." said Gabrielle as she tried to calm down her friend. Evelyn called Ardeth and Rick in. "Is Ardeth going to take them back?" "Yes. We need to make sure though that-" "That, that goddamn son-of-a-bitch doesn't some back here! If he does then I'll beat him so bad that when he wakes up he'll have brain damage!" shouted Kit angrily from the next room. ~*~*~*~*~ Jonathan sat in the next room with Alex and Kit. Kit was so past his normal happy-self that Jonathan was scared even to talk to the lad incase he got a fist in return. "When I get my hands on that goddamn murderer, I'll beat him within an inch of his life!" shouted Kit. "Then I'll finish him off!" Nodded Jonathan. He was so angry that he couldn't even describe it. He now shared the feeling that he guessed most business partners felt towards him in his own time: The longing for blood. He was going to make that man pay for what he had done to his family. ~*~*~*~*~ And so it was decided, as soon as the sun came up, Ardeth would take Nefret and Asyria back to his own time. Kit, Rick and Jonathan were going to keep watch on the time portal in case the murderer was wanting another beating. Alex and Evie were going to stay with Gabrielle until there was a sighting of Skarzinski, then they were going to all hunt him down. Penny ([email protected]) April 27, 2003 Everyone was asleep, dog dead tired he realized, from the birth of the baby and taking care of the mother, who still may loose her life, Kit thought sadly. Poor little Squirt. It was hard to grow up with out your Mom or your Pop, either one for that matter, he thought as he tiptoed to the door, past the cradle, where the baby slept. When Asyria started to fret, he grimaced looking quickly around making sure no one had heard her. It sure as hell wouldn't do any good if someone woke up and saw him heading toward the door now, when he was so close to his freedom and Alan Skarzinski. Asyria fretted again and he went to the cradle and looked at the tiny bundle. She screwed up her face, ready to cut loose with a wail, Kit thought, would no doubt wake the population of Bumfuck Egypt, but would turn the inhabitants of this hut upside down and mess up his plans to escape back to civilization from the stone age. He reached into the cradle, scooping her up in his arms, as his eyes darted to the people that slept in the room. "Shhh, cher'. Hush now," he whispered. "You're gonna wake the gorilla, cher', then he'll eat ya! You want that big monkey to eat le petite cher'?" She looked up with large bright eyes and stared at him, instantly quieting. "Naw! I didn't think so. I wouldn't want the big monkey bitin' my ass either!" Again Asyria screwed up her tiny face, ready to cry. "Shhh! I'll knock out his teeth for ya, okay?" he smiled. "Come on, let's you and me go sit down someplace quiet." He walked into another room. No one was here and that was good. If no one was in here, they wouldn't wake up. He sat with her in the far corner on the dirt packed floor. Kit rocked Asyria taking in her tiny features. She had the Med-Jai's dark eyes. Eyes that were so dark brown that they were almost black. She also had a head full of her Pops dark hair, he grinned, but other than that, she looked like her Mom, at least from what he could tell. Her eyes grew large as she in turn and in her own way, seemed to take in everything about him. Asyria waved a tiny fist in the air, and managed to grab a handful of sandy blonde hair and tugged, as babe and teenager watched each other in total silence. He gently pulled the hand away and looked at the fingers, almost as if he were committing each tiny line and fingernail to memory. "OOO-WEE, cher'. You got some teeny weeny fingers. How you ever gonna paint them boogers, huh?" She laid there watching with as much wonder in her eyes, as the young man that held her. Kit smiled and began to sing softly to her. "As I went down in the river to pray |