This story is based on the real life struggles of writer Terri Anderson. Mr. Anderson, who spoke at my school not to long ago, shared his story with me and it has changed my life forever. Please send your comment to scully879@yahoo.com

The Den of Lions~ dedicated to Terri Anderson ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Against the wall, NOW" dark haired guard yelled at B’Elanna Torres. The cold wall hit B’Elanna’s face and she could fell the cold bold trickled down from a reopened wound that would never heal. The guards searched B’Elanna’s near naked body, and like the hundreds of times before, their conquest for weapons came up empty-handed.

Thank Kahless Tom can’t see me now," B’Elanna thought. "I bet I look horrible."

"Go back in, NOW" the guard shouted at B’Elanna as he tighten the blindfold even more, and shoved her back into the crunched cage. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Six months, six months ago she disappeared, six months ago they catapulted her across space, six months ago a cry for help entered the bridges Comm line, seconds two late. Trying to tell himself that she would be back was not working. Trying to tell himself that she would live had little comfort now too. What were they doing, chasing a ghost? She did not even know if they were going in the right direction anymore, she had said it her self. She decided to head back home months ago, and nobody seemed to care" thought Tom "no one even cared."

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- He was her saint, she knew him better then herself. "That’s what happens when you’re in prison." They had been together ever sense she got out of solitary confinement. She remembered those days, when the handcuffs gouged into her skin, and the only sound that could be heard was the clanking of the guns. When they had brought her, they had not said anything, they just though her on a broken cot. She learned the rules quickly thought, it was hard not to. The kicking of a hard-soled shoe into her stomach or smashing into her head was hard to miss. When they had bruised her enough she would think back on what she had done wrong, and made sure not to do it again. When the moved her they yanked her out of cot. One man said "Time to go," and she could feel layers of tape pound into her skin. When they moved her, they made sure she knew she was the first to come and last to go. Then he had come. He was called 789, but she got to know him as Rich. He was a traveler, and knew many things about the Delta Quadrant. He shared his stories about the territory and the natives. "Neelix is going to get replaced when I get back," she thought to herself "if I get back."

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- His friend, what if she was gone. They knew nothing about her whereabouts. They knew nothing about her whereabouts. They had been searching for months and nothing had turned up. This war, this war they had nothing to do with was tearing his ship apart. Kathryn, his Kathryn, was convinced that it was her fault that B'Elanna was gone, Harry had lost a great friend who we had leaned on in the hardest of times, Tom had lost everything (as he stated it), I can't even look at my self in the mirror, and Voyager has lost a great Engineer.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I don’t know how long I have been here. My days seem like weeks and my months seem like years. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of seeing Tom once again. His sweet kisses, his touch, his compassion she missed it all. "I don’t know how much longer I can last with out him.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Her presents were far less then irrelevant. Even though she did not like me, she was a great engender. She will be… missed.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I feel…week. I have not felt this way sense I was split in two in the caves. I feel helpless. I know I am not doing anything to help and that is driving me crazy. Kahless, how long have I been here?

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- We had a strange relationship, B’Elanna and I. One time I even offered to let her get angry at me. I miss her morning…cheeriness, and they way she helped "liven" up the mess hall. I pray to my gods, bring her back safe and sound.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jose died today. The gaurds told us that they killed him but we all know better. 7 people have died sense I have been here. Each time they told us that they killed them. I guess in esents they did. The don’t give us enough food, don’t let us exersize, keep us and craped condingtions, and beet us sensless. How much longer will this go on for?

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It is amazing how many less injerys I have to treat when Lt. Torres is not here. I simply can’t believe that she and Mr. Paris caused so many of my case. I sirtinly do not miss the way she treated me. I do miss here, along with everyone else on the ship.

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