By Amy Jonas

Rating: FRT

Category: Gen/reconstructed JTS

Disclaimer: Not mine and I’m dealing.

Summary: Inside the mind of a Zealot.

A/N: I don’t know what made me write this. Maybe all the crap that’s going on
in the world.

“By my watch you have one minute,” John Gilnitz announced with a smug smile. The
three men glanced at each other; indecision plain on their face. Although they
have cornered him they know there is nothing they can do except watch and wait.

The tall blond yells for the Harlow woman again. Let her come, he gloats; she
will be too late. Even now he can feel the membrane protecting the virus in his
chest beginning to disintegrate. Soon it will be too late for them all! He will
bear Douglas’ virus into the world like a woman giving birth to a baby.

Douglas would be so happy. He should have been able to witness his work first
hand. He would have if it hadn’t been for Harlow. Anger spun though him as he
thought of discovering Douglas’ body on the floor of his office; a gaping hole
in his chest and the cartilage membrane ripped from his heart. She had denied
Douglas the chance to see all his hard work come to fruitation.

Gilnitz swayed; his vision blurred. He could feel the virus seeping from the
membrane. Douglas had explained in detail how the membrane protecting the virus
would slowly decay and consume his cells. Their death would not be an easy one
but it was a small price to pay in order to take out as many of the enemy as
possible.

He could taste their success.

“Whatever it takes.”

Yes, Gilnitz thought, he would do whatever it takes. No, it wasn’t Runtz
instructing him it was the bearded man speaking. He focused on the men, eyes
going wide as the older, short man rushed him. Pain exploded in his jaw and then
he was falling. Gilnitz tried to get to his feet but every muscle in his body
had become strung tight and then he began shuddering.

It has begun, he thought. Fire roared through his body from the inside. He tried
to scream. Every cell was white hot agony. Soon, he thought, the virus would be
airborn and it would do as Douglas intended.

He escaped into the deep recesses of his mind and looked out. Everything took on
a green phosphorescent glow. He wanted to see those three men. He wanted to see
the knowledge deep in their eyes that they would be next. And their death would
not be easy.

Instead he saw a steel wall with a small window where eyes stared at him from
behind. So many eyes. It took a moment for his ravaged mind to process this
information. They had escaped and now hid behind a steel, airtight door. Eyes
continued to stare at him in disgust and shock and relief.

‘Do not fail.’ Runtz’ words echoed in his mind; eyes burning like the virus;
demanding total obedience. Demanding success.

Green phosphorescent tears streamed from Gilnitz’ eyes not because he was dying
but because he had failed.