Kane stared into the inter dimensional portal,

Kane stared into the inter dimensional portal, into the abyss, her demise. “Walk forward, ma’am.” She was told. She didn’t want to die, to freeze or suffocate in space...

but she also wasn't a coward. So Kane stepped into the portal, but not before pushing her captor in first.

The captor was an old hand at this. So he knew what to do when Kane pushed him through the portal. He flicked the transmitting end of a tractor beam and dragged Kane in behind him.

"You bastard!" Kane bellowed. His eyes widened with fear, expanding like the captor had never seen before, then burst in a shower of blood and eye goo. Not everyone was suited to

--Dealing with eye goo, but the captor was prepared. He called in the stand in janitor, Sergei, to clean up the mess. He examined the now lifeless face of Kane. "Interesting."

with what you see?" Sergei pushed harder on his neck. "What could possibly be wrong with this picture?" Kane lay on the floor unmoving. Sergei was seeing red and knew it wouldn't

go with his shoes. But beige was so tired. By this time Kane had passed out on the floor, and Sergei had to conduct the entire fashion show himself, which served him right for

what he had done. Beige just slept through the rest of the night

, and the absence of color filled his dreams. Like black hailstones pelting the ground, crows in which rigor mortis had set in a matter of seconds, his thought vanished one by one.