by Kathryn A
Blakes 7 ( 100 words) [2004-06-11]
What haunts Blake.
B7 Friday: Prior Knowledge
Recognition. How he dreaded it, so much more than the others did. All they had to fear was bounties, while he... he feared the holes in his mind. How much had the torturers ripped out, in their psychological makeover?
He dreamed about it, a room full of faces he didn't know, each one reproachful. "Don't you know me?" they whispered. "I died for you. I died for the cause. I died from your betrayals. Don't you know me, Blake?"
Blood on his hands, and he didn't even know who shed it.
He dreaded recognition, not from enemies, but from friends.